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harmonysanreads · 1 year

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If you're still taking writing requests or suggestions, may I suggest the 5wirl boys comforting reader after the reader has a nightmare about losing them?

The timing of this ask lol I've been having weird (or interesting depending on the view) nightmares recently as well so some comfort after the disturbing experience would be very appreciated indeed. That aside, my personal headcannon is that all of the anemo boys have nightmares quite regularly, too. So, they'd probably understand better than anyone :)

──⚝ venti

If Venti's not passed out from drinking, it takes little hue and cry for him to notice. At first, he'd freak out a little, checking you over for injuries or anything of that sort. Then, he sighs in relief realizing it was just a nightmare that'd gotten you upset. Immediately, his whole countenance changes and he's guiding you to his hold, rocking you back and forth and vanishing your worries with the bestest melodies. His songs aren't just mere tunes, they're full on declaration of his eternal sentiment — you honestly become a little flustered in your sleepy haze. Venti has no shame admitting what he feels for you though, that cheeky smile you've come to adore never leaving his lips. And even if Venti was passed out from drinking, his tight embrace alone would reassure you that he'd never leave you or let you leave him.

──⚝ aether

One word : panic. He's immediately frantically trying to calm you down, holding you, wiping your tears, making funny faces to bring a smile to your face — the whole shebang. It's almost like you're a child he'd accidentally upsetted instead and when nothing works, starts crying with you, too. You're confused, he's confused and this abnormal reaction calms you down enough to croak out the reason of this predicament. Aether stops dead in the middle of wiping the tears off his face, deadpans and pulls your cheeks. Silly, silly, silly — take a good look at the state he's in, he'd rather drown in his own tears than ever leaving you.

──⚝ kaedehara kazuha

The calmest of the boys, he handles the situation so well that he deserves an award. When he's woken from his sleep with a perturbed you by his side, he's already cradling you in the safest embrace, whispering sweet nothings. He doesn't directly coax you to share your mind, but all his lulling actions offer such a sense of security you cannot help but bare your heart out to him. He's not deterred from his ministrations, either. Ever so intuitive, he guesses something else must've happened for your brain to conjure up something like that. Perhaps it was a person? That could be likely considering his idol disposition. Kazuha frowns, turning you to face him eye-to-eye, his hands hold yours firmly in an oath and he confesses that he belongs, and will forever belong to you and solely you ; this would be changed by no one, not even your subconscious.

──⚝ xiao

I think we all can agree he'd have the most nightmares out of all the anemo boys. Therefore, it's usually you comforting him and making him feel the most blessed man in existence. Xiao is nowhere near ungrateful either, so he harbours great appreciation for your kindness, taking mental notes in case the positions were to be switched. He engraves in his mind how nice it feels when you hold him and run your hand through his hair, humming gentle tunes but never probing him to recount what he'd seen, showing through your actions instead how much you treasure him. He may be extremely inexperienced in all of this but he's quick and determined to learn for you. When the predicted shift did happen though, he was a little panicked as well but not as intense as Aether. If anything, seeing him try so hard to comfort you makes you the happiest anyway. Ends up composing songs to confess the things he couldn't say to you in the moment <3

──⚝ shikanoin heizou

Detective Heizou had sensed something amiss the moment he found the other side of the bed vacant. He at first tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but when a considerable amount of time had passed with no signs of you returning, he decided to follow the clues. A mystery indeed, sounds of sniffing, weary figure— he deducted you were bothered by another nightmare again. Sneakily, he snaked his arms around your form from behind and began spinning you around til you couldn't keep the giggles in and now both of you were laughing like teenagers over silly jokes. Much more relaxed, he asked you what the nightmare was about. With some reluctance, you shared the contents. You felt the earlier horror returning to you but Heizou was having none of it ; scooping you up in a princess carry (you wonder where he gets such strength, honestly), sweet whisperings lost in the moonlight. Sshh, do not worry, just let him show you how much he loves you so that such fickle dreams won't ever bother you again.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Okay third time's the charm before I go to bed, pass out and slumber.

For once this is not horny. (shocking, I know)

We know some genshin characters travel a lot. Can we talk about how that is just yaasified camping? Like in a traveling party that includes Klee and Albedo that has to be so fun. Sing campfire songs, make food together, tell spooky stories,.... bro I want to go camping with Klee and Albedo. Who cares if we burn down a forest on accident.

-🦝

✿ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚? 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚! ✿

characters: albedo and klee, the twins and paimon, kaeya and diluc, bennett and razor with fischl x gn!reader

warnings: some light angst, spoilers to character stories, archon quests and hangouts, reverse comfort, domestic fluff, fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff andnjsjd

notes: wanted to try and up my writings since it was headcannons format. also i’m sorry my loyal 🦝 anon but i wanted to try and include every iconic duos (trios in some cases) and not just albedo and klee. this definitely turned out super duper long but i’m kinda low-key, not really proud of myself for making it lmao

the teens and kid characters will strictly be platonic, whether you view the ones with adults as romantic or platonic is completely up to you!

domestic and chaotic mixed into one

klee will unknowingly act like you and albedo’s child and it’s fucking adorable

did you notice that both albedo and klee have hoodie hats sewed to their clothes?

yeah and if your clothes doesn’t have hoodie hat then klee and albedo would scheme together to make an outer clothing with matching style hoodie hat

and yes it was your birthday gift and yes you shed a tear or two

when running away from jean, if klee sees you hanging around in the city she will climb your back and hide behind you, like a sloth cuddling on a tree

“shh please don’t tell master jean that i’m here okay, mx [name]? giggle”

look at her in the eyes to try say no

just try it

as for albedo, he won’t hesitate to drop his current work or experiment if you were to ever call for him for help

and if you’re taller than him even by a single cm he won’t blink an eye to use you as a ladder

if you guys are traveling to sumeru together oh boy

get ready to have your hair turn white due to stress not really

“big brother albedo! i want this cute fluffy dog as a pet please?”

“klee, wait! that’s a slumpter beast! *cue albedo making a mad dash towards klee*”

“big brother albedo! this cute mr fish wants to play with me!”

“KLEE NO! THAT’S A CROCODILE!”

but not every travel is not always stressful

during the nights, you would set the camp and tent up while albedo prepares some dinner all the while sweet little klee would be making flower crowns for her “bestest big brother in the world” and “bestest big sibling in the world”🥹

when it’s time to sleep, klee will always be in the middle of you two. and no she doesn’t wanna sleep on one side. she wants BOTH of her big siblings

when you wake up your one hand would be tightly clutched in klees hand while the other holds albedo’s

“i wouldn’t mind going for more travels if it means we’ll spend time together like this” albedo would gently smile as he pulls you two closer

let’s just act that they’re reunited

paimon would definitely act like the spoiled youngest sibling

she constantly wants to be held or cuddled by someone

while the twins areee…

…hold on

…are they fighting over the last cookie?

holY SHIT THEY JUST PULLED OUT THEIR SWORDS! FALL BACK! FALL BACK!

distantly you can hear a monstrous voice screech “MY COOKIE!” before a loud boom followed

you and paimon don’t wanna know

they fight over everything and yes i mean EVERYTHING

“aether back off! me and [name] are going together to sumeru city for food ingredients”

“well excuse me, darling sister. but me and [name] have already made a promise to go to port ormos to restock!”

“HEY! paimon and [name] are going together to visit collei and tighnari! so if you’ll excuse us- *gets bonked*”

who gets to cuddle with you, who gets to carry you, who gets to make dinner so they can woo you, even who gets to bandage your injuries as you bleed out with paimon having the urge to slap the twins

“*slap!* THAT’S ENOUGH! [NAME] IS BLEEDING OUT YOU TWO DUMMIES!”

cue the panic

lumine is the twin that always sticks close by in case a monster attacks, always on high alert and will do anything to cut down any monster that appears

while aether is the twin that will always hug your arm or hold hands with you so he can defend you if anything were to happen

and paimon is uhhh… well she’s just there for moral support

but no matter what happens, the twins and paimon will always stay with you through and through🥹

if tension were to be embodied by people it’ll be these 2

due to their past and what happened between these 2 there’s always lingering negativity in the air

kaeya will always jab at diluc and diluc will always have the menacing glare on his face

kaeya’s words may have a playful tone and air to it but there will be lingering hidden thoughts behind

diluc may not jab back with words but the cold, emotionless glare is enough of an answer

though they may fight constantly there’s a mutual agreement between these 2

and that is to keep you safe even if you can fight and protect yourself

both kaeya and diluc have lost important people to them, with their last line being cut by crepus’ death so they can’t afford to lose another

besides have you ever tried making a team with these 2 in it? it’s one of the strongest melt and reverse melt team

anyways

once you’ve had enough and scolded them to make up and left them glued to their spot

now thanks to your scary parent energy they try to work through their disagreements and they’ve been getting better

not the best but at least you can have a day of peace without one chatting your ear off and the other throwing cruel glances

“BURN!”

“kaeya i’ll be fine! it’s just a light scratch on my side. nothing too dangerous”

“but it’s still a wound. don’t try to resist [name]. we’re only worried about your well being is all”

“uh huh, then what of your head injury?”

“…”

“kaeya? kae- HOLY SHIT DILUC! KAEYA JUST FAINTED!”

probably one of the most wholesome group🥹

all three of them see you as their mentor/older sibling figure

razor will come to you if he needs help with human communication and he has already introduced you to his lupical

“lupical! i need uhh uhmm”

“it’s alright razor. take your time”

“uhmm right! i need help with battle!”

“do you mean training razor?”

“yes! that!”

“what’s the magic word?”

“uhhm pl-leashe?”

after some training with him or helping him with his reading and talking, he always expects you to give him a head pat

and he will just follow you around like a puppy all the while making the 🥺 face

give.him.head.pats.NOW

bennett will always try to be help for you in any way

whether it be as simple as collecting firewood for the camp he will do it without hesitation

“big sibling told me to collect firewood😄”

if you were to ever get sick or injured during ‘adventuring’ with them bennett will always blame himself

it doesn’t matter if your injuries are just a scratch that barely stings, bennett will blame himself and his unlucky self

“sniff… i’m sorry. it was all because of me big sib… sniff”

if you don’t hug him and comfort him i won’t hesitate to crawl through the screen and smack you-

as for fischl she’s a like a mix of both of the boys

she would ask you for her help with her elemental mastery and bow mastery while also cheerfully carrying out any help you ask her of

“the great ruler of immernachtreich has asked her highness, der prinzessin for help. no matter the time nor place, i shall always respond to the cry of my greater sibling. come oz! thy prinzessin order thee to cometh along!”

if you were to praise her for the smallest of things such as her clothes or how wast her vocabulary is, she will turn into a stuttering mess while her internal self is just jumping around, rolling on the ground, screeching, squealing etc

congratulations you have gotten yourself 3 more little siblings who will follow you until the ends of world

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jqhotchner · 1 month

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love of my life

five

you smile as you felt arms wrap around your waist. harry kisses right below your ear as you take a small sip of your tea. you grab his hand and kiss the back of it as you both silently enjoy the birds tweeting outside before hearing tiny little feet puttering towards you.

your middle child coming into view as she wraps her arms around her fathers legs before he picks her up and kisses her cheek gently. you had already started on breakfast, waiting for your husband and kids to come downstairs so you can eat as a family.

you always loved morning with your family. your kids are your lifeline. they bring joy and peace in your life! you don’t know how you survived without them. harry gave you the perfect family and greatest life. meeting him is still one of the best days of your entire life and no one can convince you otherwise! whenever you get depressed or overwhelmed, you turned to your husband and kids and everything just seemed alright in the world.

recently it had been hectic. since harry had officially told the world about your marriage and kids, you had so many cameras following you around. it has became a bit much for you to handle, especially with you being pregnant with your twins. knowing this made harry feel like maybe he should have kept your lives private, kept you and the kids away from the limelight. harry’s scared something would happen to you or the children. you assured him that you’re all fine. no matter when or how you told the world, you’d always have people intrigued and follow you around. this is just part of the territory. he hates that you have to get use to all this. it wasn’t fair to you.

but you’re fine, happy even! you can finally hold your husbands hand in public without the fear of being caught or looking over your shoulder. it felt good to be able to show the world how happy you are with your life. if anything, this took a lot more stress off your shoulders. sure, the paps could be a bit much and you’ll never get use to being stopped by fans who adore your husband, but its so much better than watching him hold and kiss someone else. so much better!

you had your concerns in the past. of course you were frightened! you’ve seen the way harry’s fans treated the people he’s been rumored of dating, you didn’t want that to be you. but the older you got, the more you realized, people are gonna believe what they want. its nothing you can truly do to change someone’s mind. you’ll just have to accept that not everyone will like you or care for your family. as long as you have harry, may, lilah, nova, and the two babies you’re carrying, you’re set for life.

“what’s for breakfast, mamma?” delilah asked as harry sets her down in her high chair.

“mamma made blueberry pancakes!”

delilah hums in delight. blue berries are her favorite. she’d eat them nonstop if she had a choice. you gently set the plate in front of delilah after cutting it up for her. you hand her a sippy cup of orange juice and ruffle her hair before kissing the top of her head.

once you served the rest of your family, you sit right across from your husband. harry moans as he takes the first bite. you playfully roll your eyes. “that good, baby?” you smirked.

harry hums. “best blueberry pancakes ever! isn’t that right may?” maybelle hums at her father as she kicks her feet under the table and dances as she chews on her pancakes.

“see!”

“mamma’s cookin’ bestest, daddy!” delilah states. out of all your kids so far, delilah has got more of an english accent. harry said it’s because you craved a lot of english dishes while pregnant with delilah.

“i agree baby! mamma makes the best food ever!”

“better than frozen nuggies!” may buts in. you smile at your family. thanking whoever, rather that be a god or not! they meant the absolute world to you.

“thanks, my loves!”

harry reached his hand out for you to grab. he gently caresses your hand as he smiles at you lovingly.

“may we go to the park, daddy?!”

“pawk?!” nova head lifts up at the mention of park. you and harry laugh. “i don’t know! what do you think, babe? should we take our little nuggets to the park today?” he was mostly asking so you could check the weather.

you opened your phone as you find the weather channel app before clicking on it. seeing it was gonna be a sunny day you hummed. “i think we can manage that!”

“yay! wanna wear my new polka dress, mamma!” delilah states.

sure, things were different now, but all this was definitely worth it!

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 9 months

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But of an angsty question, does Cubby ever wondered about their birth parents?

Angst....

I mean. What adopted kid or child of a single parent hasn't?

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Cubby (11): Mama, Dagon, what happened to my birth parents?

Yang: (chokes on her coffee)

Blake: Well....uh.... Why do you ask, Cub?

Cubby: Just curious.

Blake: That's....

Yang: That's a question I can answer, Blake:

Blake: You sure? I know it was rough on you.

Cubby: (ears flicker) What happened?

Yang: (sits down next to Cub) I actually found you in the Vacuan desert.

Cubby: So...my birth parents just abandoned me?

Yang: No! Brothers, no! I can't imagine that they wouldn't have loved you just as much as Mama and I do.

Cubby: Then what happened?

Yang: Your Aunty Ruby and I were on a mission out in the desert while the kingdom of Vacuo was on alert during the war. We made a quick camp after a particularly nasty Grimm attack, and I heard your cries in the middle of the night. I found a nomad caravan that had been decimated by Grimm, and you were nestled away in a hull of a Sand-Strider.

Cubby: ....So....my birth parents were killed by Grimm?

Yang: (nods sadly) I'm afraid so, my Little Sky Dragon.

Cubby: Okay... I hope they didn't hurt too much....

Yang: (chest twist) I do too.

Cubby: But I'm glad you found me, Dagon! You and Mama have been the bestest parents ever!

Yang & Blake: (start crying and hug Cub)

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #baby and the bees

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gloomyswritings · 9 months

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem!reader

chapter I - the beginning

Read this instead story on hiatus

warnings : none

note : this story will have nsfw content at some point. story will have spoilers for the game and the game lore will be changed some as to fit the story i want for the reader. the reader will have some traits i give them just for the sake of making the story flow better (ex: eye color, hair length, etc). please ignore spelling and grammar mistakes i’ll at some point probably fix it all. this is a slow burn fan fic

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Mornings were always dreaded by you, it meant that you had to get dressed and attend the boring classes that royals were forced to. Etiquette, politics, foreign affairs, literature, and the most dreaded mathematics. But today was different you’d be taking a break from your usual routine and instead you’d be going to Rosaria with parents. It was on the pretense of it being for solely political matters but of course you’d be taking advantage of it fully being able to see your most bestest of friends—Joshua Rosfield. Oh, and of course there was Clive and Jill there also but then we’re just your friends no one had the bond you and the Phoenix shared. It didn’t take long before the maids fluttered in quickly pulling you out of your soft warm bed.

“Lady _____, must you sleep so crazily? I had braided your hair to perfection last night and now your hair looks like a wild chocobos nest!” The middle aged maid scolded as she began to run a brush through your tangled hair. Wincing as the brush got caught on a knot you whined, “Miss Tatiana you’re being too rough!” You cried but the maid known as Tatiana ignored your pleas. “You’ve always had the wildest of hairs ever since you were a baby, so you should be used to it by now.” She clicked her tongue. Finally after some more pain you were relieved from the torment of having your hair brushed, “You need to look presentable for the Rosfields _____.” Tatiana said as she finished your pigtail braids tying a dainty white ribbon to the ends. Jumping out of her grasp you spun on your heel facing her, “It’s a three day wagon ride anyways! My hair well look like a mess by tonight.” You said matter of factly a proud smirk playing your plump lips. But the greying maid ignored you as she began to pull out a dress from a wardrobe, “Come child put this on.” She said motioning you with her hands to come to her.

Finally you were dressed in a simple yet elegant pale pink dress that fell a few inches below your knees paired with leather boots it was time to go find your parents. Tatiana waving you off so she could finish packing for the trip. Humming contently as you walked down the halls searching for your parents. “Excuse me, have you seen me father and mother ?” You asked a branded man. “O-oh yes Lady _____, they are outside in the courtyard!” The nervous branded man said. You never understood why branded acted so scared of you. Surely you weren’t that mean or ugly, right? You nodded a frown replacing your smile, “Alrighty thanks! Also I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?” You asked curiously. The man shifted uncomfortably his eyes darting across the corridor as knights watched him closely from afar though you were oblivious to it all. “It’s..it’s Da-“ but before he could answer you shouting was heard from down the hall.

Your mother’s screeching echoed through the corridor, “_____ get here this instant!” She stormed towards you placing a strong grip on your arm as she yanked you away from the branded man, “And you why are you just standing around! Go you have a job to do!” She shouted at the branded who quickly scurried away bowing and apologizing the whole time. Your mother’s grasp was tight and you let out a cry, “Mummy stop you’re hurtin me!” You whimpered pulling away from her grip. Your mother turned to face you a look of fear on her face, “He didn’t hurt you right or say anything to upset you?” She asked leaning down to wipe the corners of your watery eyes. Her intense amber eyes stared into yours thin black brows knitted together in concern. Shaking your head you pushed her hands from your face, “I’m okay mum, I was jus askin him his name and where you two were. Please don’t punish him he didn’t do nothin’.” You pleaded with your mother. She sighed standing up, “Nothing will happen to him. But you shouldn’t speak to bearers dear it looks bad.” She scolded you half heartedly. But why was it bad weren’t they just people also?

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You laid your head against the glass window of the carriage, pale grey eyes staring absentmindedly out the window eyelids heavy due to boredom. You hated road trips and wished you could just teleport to Rosaria. traveling from the Crystalline Dominion all the way to the other side of Storm was boring all the scenery looked the same, the random Imperial checkpoints the caravan would be forced to stop at it was boring. How much longer was it until you’d arrive? Until you could see your dear friends. Then without notice the carriage abruptly stopped, your head bouncing off the window. Wincing you rubbed your temple your mother already quickly wrapping her arms around you, “My dear are you okay?” She asked. Reaching over she slid down the window sticking her head out, “You bearer, conjure some ice for me.” She commanded snapping her fingers. “Yes Lady Marianne!” the bearer soldier said quickly conjuring a small shard of ice and handing it to your mother. She placed the ice against your temple, the sudden coldness sending a shiver down your spine she replaced her hand with yours telling you to hold it in place and stay put while she investigated.

Muffled talking was all you heard, you looked out the window once again looking at the scenery. Huh this was a knew route…you thought to yourself. Curiosity took ahold of you as you slid the carriage door open, your bare feet hitting the rough gravel road. Turning your attention towards your mother and father talking at the front of the caravan you then noticed there seemed to some hold up. “…I don’t care that a carriage was overturned were already a day behind let’s move on. Leave some soldiers with them and we get a move on.” Your mother said obviously annoyed at whatever had happened up ahead. Your father smiled rubbing the back of his head as he took on your mother’s wrath, “My dear Marianne we can’t do that…” you stopped listening at that point uninterested in their banter. It seemed like you’d be here for some time so you might as well walk around for a bit, you wouldn’t wander far. Grabbing you boots with one hand you used your feet to slip the shoes on your hand still grasping the slowly melting ice shard. Glancing around you made sure now one was looking before you trotted off just barely out of sight of the caravan.

You sang quietly to yourself as you rummaged through the foliage near a riverbank. You could still faintly hear chattering and cooing from the chocobos from the caravan so you weren’t too far. The ice had completely melted now leaving your hands wet but you didn’t mind as you plucked a few wildflowers from the ground. It was then something caught your eye from further down the riverbank, a shiny object glistening in the sun. Quickly you rushed towards the object, paying no mind to the lingering danger just beyond the brush. “Ah ha!” You mumbled under your breath as you came upon the shiny object. It looked as if it was something from the Ancients whatever it was you were pleased quickly shoving it in your pocket. Joshua is going to be so jealous! You thought to yourself a content smile playing on your lips. As you turned around to make your way back to the caravan before anyone noticed you heard a twig snap catching your attention. Goosebumps littered your skin as you froze in place. “Hello?” You called out quietly scanning the tree line. A primal like fear overtook your senses but before you could run away a wild lone hound raced out from the tree line making its way towards you. A scream left your mouth just as the hound pounced on your swiping it paw across your cheek but just as quick as the hound jumped on you it was thrown off of you.

“______! Are you okay?!” You heard your father shout as he finished off the hound he rushed towards you dropping his sword by his side as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck ______ your face!” He grimaced pulling a handkerchief out of shirt pocket dabbing your face. It was then you felt the stinging sensation and then warm liquid run down your cheek. This truly was an unlucky trip for you.

next chapter ->

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 29 days

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Nice answers! Can’t wait for more :D

1: I know in comics it’s just easy to draw but how does Jake (& some of his family) doesn’t get his identity revealed just wearing a domino mask? (Chris at least wears glasses & acts differently most likely) it would be cool if he got a full mask with a voice changer (my updated version of Jake has a black mask with white eye lenses & a flaming Nightwing logo in the middle)

2: what’s the duos bestest prank they ever pulled?

3: what’s their favorite “prank” items? Fake poo, whoppy cushion, arrow through the head “hat” etc

4: let’s say the duo wants to pull a “Batman Beyond,” who would they pass their superhero title to?

5: How would you bring the starburst duo into the main DC universe? Another crisis or just leave as is in your universe?

Happy April Fools Buddy @pin-crusher2000 and I assure you this’ll be no April Fooling around in this answer ;-)

1) He is able to hide his identity via both his subtle posturing which allows him being more laidback and casual and inflections on his voice which have him sound less guttural and deep when he’s not wearing his domino mask. I base this subtly in his presentation based on how both Grant Morrison and artist Frank Quitely demonstrate the differences between Clark Kent and his alter ego within All Star Superman

2) Oh it’s definitely the time they emptied out some bullies’ body sprays in their lockers during swimming lessons, refilling them with ladies’ perfume instead and it wasn’t until it was far too late when said bullies even noticed it

3) The Arrow in the Head Gay is among them for playfully fooling around the Arrows but Joybuzzers and Gag Peanut Brittle cans are their go to options

4) Chris - I say the Mantle of Nightwing might go to probably a future child of Jake and Meredith (semi canonically Jake and his wife had son they named after Dick Grayson) with Chris appropriately teaching the newer Nightwing the tricks and tools of the mantle

Jake - The mantle he made can fall to probably a fan of the original Skybird who looked up to Jake as their hero for that longest time and only steps into the matte fully at a time of emergency but Jake sees pony’s tail in the kid and offers to train them. Basically a combination of sorts of Tim(my) Drake and Terry McGinnis in that regard

5) Well if there was a chance to adapt Chris, Mar’i and Jake in to the Prime Earth continuity, I’d basically do it all akin to the way Jon was eventually incorporated via a run in with an all powerful force and antagonist that screws around with the timelines and memories of Clark, Lois, Dick and Kory but the presence of these heroes allows them to remember them and with their strong respective love for one another (Lois with Clark and Dick with Kory) plus extending the full timeline so that the elder heroes of it are allowed to age (mainly Bruce and Dick if anything), lo and behold the Grayson kids and Christopher Kent can be incorporated into the DCU proper and all the effects of their presence throughout can be felt.

Now of course that’s if they’re allow to be incorporated cause otherwise, I’d still stick them happily in my Earth-4080. For one thing, my version of the DCU at least doesn’t have Cry for Justice and Heroes in Crisis happen at all so that’s a bonus lol

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #mari grayson #dick grayson #koriand'r #clark kent #lois lane #jonathan samuel kent #sfw

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youmeshii · 1 year

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han yujin × reader

warning ; she/her pronouns used, the f word is said ONCE, intentional lowercase, not proof read (i wrote this in 40 mins 💀), im younger than yujin i have the right to write this

tags ; no beta we die like real men, friends to (possible) lovers, tooth-rotting-ish fluff, yujin is a living and breathing staring contest bc hes awkward n i love him

a/n ; unfortunately, i will be delaying the publishing of my gunwook fic cause i'd like for it to be the best of the bestest but i wanted to spice up my page a lil bit and coincidentally, i have an awful yujin brainrot. so yujin drabble!!!!!

wc ; 0.6k

hold me close and say you care, 'cause i'm in love with your black hair ♪

"fuck, my headphones died." you groaned in annoyance, yujin's stare bearing into your skull. it would've been okay if it died back at home but on a road trip in the middle of nowhere, you don't have a lot of options.

your eyes travel to his, finally snapping him out of the spell you put on him. "yes?" your head tilts as you ask. he thinks it's the cutest thing he ever saw.

now feeling a little awkward, he looks down onto his bag and starts rummaging through his things. confusion still displays on your face yet you continue to watch his doings.

he pulls out a badly tangled bundle of earphones. "you can use this...?" he hesitated, you almost couldn't tell if it was a statement or not.

you let out a small laugh and his guard finally drops, laughing along with you. sure, he was all awkward and shy around you, but he still cared enough to offer a way for you to continue listening to your music.

"if it wasn't so tangled, i might be able to." you said, remnants of your laugh left on your face and made itself into a wide smile.

his cheeks started glowing with a rosy color as he pauses for a second before trying to untangle his earphones. why is it so tangled? why can't he get it out? this is his only chance!

"need some help there?" he jolts up at your voice and just blanks out. he looked like a child who just got caught eating too many candies. panicked on the inside, completely still on the outside.

you laugh at his still figure. his awkwardness from this whole situation made this so much funnier for you. grabbing his earphones, you test your luck and attempt to untangle it yourself.

"i think you tangled it even more." you joked, swiftly untangling the wires and putting them in their respective places. due to the gods' luck and pure will power, you successfully untangled the earphones.

out of a sudden, yujin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. you turned to look at him and his flushed face. you weren't very close, but it's nice to know he isn't just shy smiles and awkward laughs.

connecting the earphones to your phone, you open spotify and tapped on your most used playlist. on shuffle, you heard one of your favorite love songs.

"oh! yujin!" you called his name, his eyes automatically locking themselves onto you like he has so many times. he always looks at you with so much intent, it was honestly really cute.

"wanna share? one of my favorite songs' playing." you extended your arm to give him one of the earphones, him politely accepting.

he looked at the title, "1999" by beabadoobee. he mentally noted that it's one of your favorites and to listen to it again, of course.

"hold me close and say you care, cause i'm in love with your black hair~" you sang absentmindedly. little did you know, the boy next to you was stunned. he didn't know if it was because of your singing, or the fact that you changed the lyrics.

why did she say black hair? the song clearly said brown hair. he was confused. was it really for him?

the song continues playing as yujin's emotions only grew stronger. somehow, he felt like he was feeling everything all at once. he couldn't explain it, it was too complex.

nearing the end of the song, you hummed the lyrics joyfully. his eyes still boring into you, just as it was so many times before.

you turned to face him, "the lyrics are really pretty, right?" he stared right back into your eyes, a new feeling erupting in him and seeping into the way he stared at you.

"yeah, they're really pretty."

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landograndprix · 2 years

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I have bad baby fever and been looking for a “cure” with Eddie, Steve or Billy being a father to newborn or even a Toddler. Just come cute family moments

I'm going with eddie on this one because I feel like he'd be the best dad out of the three (not saying the other would be shite but you know what I mean) and here's why;

first of all, I feel like the two of you become parents very young. An accident of course but after a lot of talking with his uncle, your parents and discussing the future, you're both more than ready for baby munson. Eddie might not be the toughest guy out there but for you and his unborn child he's willing to kill. Eddie's never far away and will spend every single free minute of his day with you even if it annoys the hell out of you.

Literally can't keep his hands of your bump when you start to show and it doesn't take long before he starts to talk to it, promising his son or daughter to fight the bad guys for them, how much fun they're going to have when they're finally here and how he's already in love with them. Also introduces them to his kind of music, the radio on all the time or softly strumming on his guitar in the hopes baby munson will hear it.

And once they are born and he learns he has a mini-me, a son, a boy– Eddie will lose it, he'll bawl his eyes out okay and pepper your face with kisses 'cause you just gave him the best gift ever. And Eddie will be the one waking up in the middle of the night when his son makes the slightest of noises just so he can spend more and more time with him, falling asleep on the couch with his baby on his chest just being the bestest of dad's. And definitely doesn't want to hand his son to others and will shoot daggers whenever you do hand his son to other people to hold.

And when his baby turns into a toddler, eddie tries his best to let his tiny human be like him as much as he can. Same clothes? hell yes. Teach him how to play the guitar even though the tiny human can't hold it? damn right. Take him to d&d nights whenever you need a moment alone? Fuck yes. Eddie and his son are best buds alright, where he is his son is.

And when his son grows older and you have a kid or two more, eddie will grow into that dad who believes he's one of the kids. Hangs out with their friends, knows all the games out there. Eddie's definitely not the stern type; live and let live, let them find out the hard way like he did years before. He'll guide them, encourage them to discover the world but also knows when to draw a line.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson concepts

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charmfamily · 8 months

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I got tagged by @smok3inm1rrors, my favorite fellow Charm Family obsesser, who asked me to pick a Charm for another round of The Bold The Facts! For this next round, I’m tagging @theosconfessions, @nectar-cellar, @smok3inm1rrors again to do a Charm of their choice, @plumbboo, and @d4isywhims!

𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝔼: 𝔻𝔸𝕄𝕀𝔼ℕ ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝕄

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy (Because he comes from a wealthy family, he has yet to acquire his own wealth but trust fund babies aren’t usually concerned with that. It’s Damien. Damien is Trust Fund Babies.) / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying (Damien is a Caster of the Untamed School and is studying, believe it or not, Theoretical Magic with a specialty in Curse Breaking. He’s really good at it, too.) / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (nothing serious, just a little or maybe a lot of possessing alcohol underage at parties, trespassing, and maybe a few cases of destruction of private/public property.) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children? (He thinks he does. He’s still not 100% sure and he definitely doesn’t want them right this minute, but someday.)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (He’s spent the entirety of his life pretending Gemma doesn’t exist or outright tormenting her, but he’s doing his best to make up for that lately and he hopes it’s not too late. He really does want to be a better brother than he was in the past. Fun fact regarding HOW Damien was a terrible brother: Little Damien used to lure Toddler Gemma outside under the guise of being the bestest big brother ever and taking her to a super cool Big Kid Hangout, but then he’d lock her in the dark crawlspace under the house and leave her there. This is what Rohan meant when he said he’d been running to Gemma’s rescue since they were four, Damien would take off with his friends or on his bike, leave Gemma in the crawlspace, and Rohan was the one that always let her out. Damien also, once he learned about Gemma’s phobia of dark bathrooms because she was scared of what she’d see in the mirror, would lock her in there and had to stop doing that when she hyperventilated once and passed out. The thudding of her hitting the tile ended up alerting their parents and yes, he got in BIG trouble. She’s claustrophobic now, because of Damien’s antics.) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between (He’s organized with the things he cares about, everything else is a giant mess.)

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between (Hard to convince but not entirely unreasonable.)

♦ calm / anxious / in between (It varies from day to day and depends entirely on the specifics of what latest clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into.) ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader (“What if all your friends jumped off a bridge?” Damien would be that friend, the first one out there and calling everyone else a bitch for not doing it.) / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between (More often than not empathetic, until you piss him off and the Vicious Bastard side of him is unleashed. He has some pretty deep-seated anger issues that are always simmering just beneath the surface.)

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working (when he REALLY wants something) / lazy / in between (the rest of the time.)

♦ cultured (Raised by archaeologists, that tends to happen.) / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown Loyal to himself first and others that prove that they’re loyal to him. It certainly isn’t given blindly and freely, nor is it a blanket trait – that’s a case by case basis.

♦ faithful (He’d leave before he’d cheat. He doesn’t see the point in sparing someone’s feelings long enough TO cheat. If he’s done, he’s done… which is kind of Vicious Bastard of him. “I don’t even care enough about you to lie to you.”) / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist. I mentioned in the Erwin post that all spellcasters in the SCKoL Universe worship the Trinity of the Fates and are culturally pagans, but specifically to Damien’s family, because Minerva’s family comes from Tartosa (which I have built in universe as a fictional Mediterranean nation that’s more Greek than it is Italian), he is a patron of the Greek Pantheon. BIG FAN of Dionysus in particular. Chaos for the Chaos god! / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes (Especially when he’s been drinking, he gets deep in Sad Boi Hours and has to contemplate the meaning of his existence. Luckily, his bestie Akira can only stand so much of that, so it’s more of an interlude than it is the entirety of the night.)

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual flexible. (He wouldn’t quite say he’s bi because he’s in denial about it lol listen if you’re drunk and you happen to kiss the bros, it’s just kissing the bros.) / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable (Wants to be loved) /naive and clueless (doesn't know how to be loved.) / romance suspicious (He has a very hard time letting other people in and allowing them to get close to him on a deep level, like being vulnerable scares the hell out of him and it’s a problem.)

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never (He much prefers drinking) / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#TS4 Edit #Charm Family #The Sims 4 #TS4 #Story Simblr #Semi-Charmed Fun Stuff #Damien Charm #Semi-Charmed Headcanons

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taikanyohou · 1 year

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Okie, Faiza...

I keep seeing GIFs of TeamWin everywhere and I'm getting super interested in it but I'm still unsure.

If you were to convince someone to watch them, what would you say? 👁️👁️

hiiii anon!!! fjdbfid idk if i'm the best person to ask bc i'll just be Really biased about them bc they're my all time fave fictional couple.

but. uhm. yeah. so.

if you're interested in a guy who's an out and proud bisexual that has blonde hair and a shit tonne of tattoos and piercings to go against his parents view of what a Perfect Child should look like (compared to his older and younger brother) who is the vice president of his university's swim club and is super clever and sexy but is extremely insecure and suffers from Middle Child Sydrome and feels like no one will ever really belong to him and he won't either so to hide all this he puts on this bitchy rude cold front but he's the SOFTEST boy to those who he holds closest to him like his little brother

(win)

and

a guy who's a freshman at uni and has just joined the swim club on a scholarship and ya know on the outside he just seems like a chill no fuss dude thats so so cute and is the Bestest Friend but is actually suffering from insomnia + repeated nightmares + survivor's guilt + anxiety/ptsd all due to childhood trauma from a certain past incident that happened which makes him constantly put pressure on himself to be The Best Swimmer he can be

(team)

who both hook up and sleep together on a swim camp the swim club goes to and then eventually carry on seeing each other secretly and learn more and more about one another's traumas and help each other through them and fall in love with each other!!!

then!!!

teamwin are for you!!!!

#faiza answers #between us

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fuiru · 2 years

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Did I ever tell you guys about my godson, Culley?

Culley is a 9 month old Bernese Mountain Dog/King Shepherd mix owned by my wife’s cousin. He’s the bestest boy.

He doesn’t have a lot of men in his life so apparently when he meets a bloke he just thinks they’re another dog. Kids are the small things to protect, women are the nice things who feed him, men are other puppies. When we hang out, Culley just goes apeshit and runs around and I chase him and then after an hour we both go to sleep on the floor.

The best thing about Culley is that his siblings are all huge working dogs who live on massive farms out in the Quebec countryside, patrolling the land and protecting livestock from coyotes and other predators, while Culley is owned by two middle-aged lesbians in the Ottawa suburbs and shares a house with three resentful and ancient cats.

The best way to describe this behemoth’s personality is “spoilt Victorian child.” His favourite item of furniture is a fainting couch. His breed are supposed to be able to jump four feet up and yet he can’t get onto an adult bed without a boost. When he goes out to visit his family it’s like Little Lord Fauntleroy hanging out with Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Anyways, this is my godson Culley, the bestest boy.

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nerdiestnerdtoevernerd · 1 year

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Which Brother Will Witch Wil Will Into Being

This is a prompt from @ed-writes-fanfiction for @pinchhitsfromthevoid

5 times they should have known Wilbur was a witch and could tell the future and 1 time they realized it

Chapter 1: My Protector

Word count: 2090

It’s a calm morning in the Minecraft household. Kristin’s standing at the stove, preparing a roast for dinner; Phil is sitting at the bar behind her, several papers spread around him; and Wilbur’s puttering around, playing with his toys and occasionally asking to be lifted up onto the counter to watch Kristin.

“Mama?” Wilbur suddenly tugs on the end of her shirt.

“Yes Wilbur?” she distractedly hums back, measuring out ingredients and dumping them into a pot.

“I want a brother.”

Kristin freezes in shock as Phil sputters at their son’s sudden declaration.

“Oh. Uh… Hm. Um. That’s nice honey. Uh… That…” How in the world is she supposed to respond to this?

Wilbur continues on, undeterred. “He’s gonna like swords! And we are gonna spend lots of time together! And we’ll fight sometimes but he won’t ever be mean to me. He’ll be my bestest friend!”

“He sounds like he’ll be a good brother,” Kristin hesitantly says, ignoring the choking sound still coming from her husband. Wilbur’s probably just talking about an imaginary friend, right? She hopes that’s the case.

“He will!” Wilbur exclaims and then walks away, leaving his confused and startled parents behind.

And that’s it. It’s forgotten (except as a funny story to tell in the far-distant future) and they move on. They think nothing more about the situation.

In retrospect, they really should have suspected something was going on. He was pretty confident in his declaration after all. But, in their defense, children are often confident about subjects they know nothing about.

⛥⛥⛥

They find him in the woods. Thinking back on it, it was weird that Wilbur dragged them out to the forest that day. Though he did like to run around and spend time outside, he was more of a homebody. He liked to sit inside and play with his toys or dance to music or read books with his parents. It wasn’t like he never went outside, but he tended to prefer activities inside the house, and Phil and Kristin did not discourage this. Kristin like to keep him where she could keep an eye on him (the memories of the several times when he had disappeared for days and was found in perilous situations were too recent in her mind) and Phil preferred not having to chase his child through the trees outside when it was time for dinner.

But it was Wilbur’s birthday. And he wanted a picnic. So they agreed.

They pack a delicious lunch with all of Wilbur’s favorites (and, for some reason, the bacon that their vegetarian son demands they add) and set off. Wilbur leads the way, flitting from flower to flower and interesting rock to fascinating leaf. His parents follow him, smiling and indulging in his activities, their pockets very quickly filling up with “the coolest” rocks.

“Look Dad, this rock has red in it! Let’s keep it!” Phil’s pocket gains another rock.

“Mama, this is a pretty leaf. And it’s soft too! Can you put it in your pocket?” Kristin gets out of this one by telling Wilbur to leave the leaf for other people to enjoy.

“Here Dad. Here’s another rock.”

“I don’t know that I have room for another one,” Phil says, gesturing to his bulging pockets.

“Hm,” Wilbur hums, face twisted up in a thoughtful expression before quickly lighting up. “Here, Mama!” He hands her the rock. “Put it in your pocket!”

After Phil and Kristin cram more rocks into their pockets than should be physically possible, Wilbur finally stops in a clearing and looks up at the surrounding trees. He spins around taking it all in.

“We’re here!” he declares, running back to his mother. He grabs her hand and tugs her to the middle of the clearing.

“Oh really?” she asks, attempting to stifle her laugh.

“Yeah! This is where we’re going to eat!”

“Alright,” Kristin agrees, letting out a laugh.

They get started on getting the site set up. Kristin and Phil work on clearing an area of rocks and twigs, Wilbur attempting to help but getting distracted by said rocks and twigs and deciding to build a house out of them.

“Look at my house, Mama! Look at my house!” he exclaims, pointing at a pile of rocks and sticks that doesn’t look even remotely close to a house.

“Looks great Wilbur,” Kristin responds, a smile on her face. “Do you want to come eat now? It’s lunchtime,” she gestures to the blanket and all the food spread out on it.

“No,” he says, giggling as a taken-aback look crosses his mother’s face. “It’s not time. He’s not here yet!”

“Who’s not here yet?” Phil pipes up, a confused and hesitant look on his face.

“My new brother!”

“What?” the blond exclaims, sending a baffled look at his wife. He’s relieved slightly by the equally confused look on her face. At least she’s not hiding anything from him.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be here soon,” Wilbur explains, knocking over his “house.”

“Who will be?” Kristin finally says.

“My brother!” Wilbur giggles. The sound so sweet it melts his parent’s hearts, though the confusion and worry quickly overtakes it.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you already said that. But what do you mean?” Kristin asks. She’s suddenly reminded of the conversation they’d had, which seems like forever ago. Was… was he talking about his imaginary friend?

“You’ll see!” he responds, continuing to play with rocks and sticks.

They watch him for a moment and then Phil speaks up. “Well kiddo, why don’t we eat until ‘your brother’ gets here?”

“But he needs to eat with us,” Wilbur says looking up from his sticks, a confused look now on his face. “He’s hungry. And we have food for him.”

“We do?” Phil says, furrowing his brow.

“Oh!” his wife exclaims, realization lighting her face. “The bacon! You wanted that for him.” A smile spreads across her face, the sweet consideration her son has for others (even if it’s just an imaginary friend) touching her heart.

“Yeah,” Wilbur responds in that way children do when what they’re doing makes sense to them and they’re not sure why it’s confusing those around them. “What else would it be for?”

“Well—” Phil starts.

“Exactly that,” Kristin interrupts, putting a hand on his arm to silence him. She gives him a look, the “Don’t discourage this. He doesn’t have any actual friends, so let him enjoy this imaginary one.” perfectly clear.

“Alright,” Phil mutters, raising his hands in surrender.

“Wil? As sweet as it is that you want to wait, we do need to hurry and eat. We’ve got other things planned, so we’ll have to go back home soon. Besides, soon the lemonade won’t have any ice. You don’t want lemonade without ice do you?” she wheedles.

“No,” Wilbur admits. He glances up at them, a longing expression on his face. It quickly clears, a joyful expression taking his place as he glances towards the trees. “Oh it’s okay. We can eat now. He’s here.” Wilbur abandons his playing and skips over to plop on the blanket next to his mother. He grabs a sandwich from the plate and takes a bite. Kristin and Phil watch him in confused amusement.

“Well alright,” the blond says, sharing a glance with his wife. Then he too grabs a sandwich and takes a bite, Kristin doing the same.

They eat in peace, the only sound is the munching of food and quiet conversation. But not too long after, Wilbur suddenly puts his sandwich down on the blanket and stands up, staring into the trees.

“Wilbur?” Kristin hesitantly questions.

The boy ignores her, simply continuing to stare at the trees.

“Wilbur?” Phil tries this time, but the only response he gets is the boy raising an arm to wave at a spot at the edge of the clearing. This only confuses them further.

“Wilbur, sweetheart, what’s going on?” Kristin places her hand on Wilbur’s arm, concern emanating from her.

“It’s okay Mama, I’m just waving to him,” he points to the trees.

Kristin squints in that direction, trying to see what her son is pointing to. Something moves. She gasps. “Phil! Phil!” she hisses, slapping her husband on the arm.

“I don’t— by Jove.” Something moves again, and they watch, astonished, as a little head pokes out around a tree, staring at them with wide eyes.

“Hi!” Wilbur exclaims, waving frantically at them. Their eyes, if possible, seem to widen even further and they duck back behind the tree.

“Wilbur,” Kristin gently scolds. “You’re scaring them. Maybe calm down a little bit okay?” The boy nods, properly chastened. “But Mama, he’s hungry.”

“Alright. I’ll take care of it, okay?” She chucks him under the chin, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“Okay Mama. You’re the bestest at things like this!” He settles on the blanket next to his father, picking up his sandwich again and chowing away.

Kristin stands up and takes several steps toward the tree the child is hiding behind. Once she deems herself close enough to be able to easily converse with him, she sits down on the grass. “Hey there,” she says.

No response. That’s okay. It takes time, she reminds herself.

“I’m Kristin.”

Nothing.

“It’s my son, Wilbur’s birthday, so we’re out here having a picnic to celebrate.”

A red (and isn’t that alarming) eye peers around the trunk at her. Progress! She internally cheers.

“Are you hungry?”

The rest of the little head pokes out and studies her before hesitantly nodding, his brown hair, sticks and leaves tangled in the dirty, greasy strands, shaking over his eyes and hiding his face from view.

“Do you want some celery?” she asks, mentally running through what food they brought.

His nose scrunches up, disgust obvious. She laughs.

“Yeah, Wilbur doesn’t like celery either. We’ve got some bacon?” she offers.

She gets a more enthusiastic nod this time.

“Great!” she says enthusiastically, maybe too enthusiastically. The child draws back, his tiny (too tiny Kristin thinks) body hiding behind the tree again. She winces.

“Sorry,” she apologizes and glances back at her family. Phil is watching her with a raised eyebrow and Wilbur is eating. He briefly turns to look at her, an expectant and bright smile on his face, and waves at her and the boy. Her heart melts. Her little baby is getting so big! She turns back around to the tree and is grateful to see that the child has taken a small step away from it.

“Come on,” she stands up and holds out her hand. The child shies away and she immediately drops it, instead turning around and taking a step toward the blanket. She glances back, relieved and somewhat surprised when she sees that the child has taken a step forward as well. She kindly smiles at him, her heart filling with sadness when she takes in the little details. His clothes are tattered and stained. There’s a large bruise that wraps around one of his thin wrists that she knows can only be from someone’s hand. His body is littered with scars, and there are several cuts that haven’t healed yet. His bare feet are a bruised purplish-blue color and are littered with scratches. And, the worst sign of all, he shies away from any possible touch. This boy needs a lot of love, and she is determined to give it.

“Hey,” Phil greets as they approach. “This is Wilbur and I’m his dad Phil. What’s your name?”

“His name is Techno,” Wilbur informs them, not noticing the other boy’s startled look. “And he’s my new brother!” He wraps the dirty boy in his arms, giving him a big hug. The boy flinches away at first but then freezes, staring at Wilbur with wide eyes.

“Wilbur,” Kristin starts, intending to inform the boy of asking before giving a hug, but then decides not to discuss such a heavy topic (that will surely lead into her suspicions of the boy’s trauma) over lunch on her son’s birthday. “He’s probably hungry. Why don’t we get him some food?”

Wilbur beams and let’s go of th— Techno instead latching onto his hand and tugging the boy onto the blanket next to him. He launches into conversation the second they are both sitting as he hands Techno one of everything, not minding when the other doesn’t say a word.

Kristin watches them, a smile on her face. Phil looks at his wife and sighs, resigned to having another child. “I guess he’s coming home with us.”

#wilbur soot #kristin minecraft #mumza minecraft #philza minecraft #mumza and dadza #kid au #technoblade #child technoblade #child wilbur soot #adoption #wilbur is collecting siblings #wilbur mcyt #mcytblr #also on ao3 #chapter 1 #5+1 things #5+1 fic

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 2 years

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It's been a long time since I've started thinking my parents are aromantic. Both of them never had a romantic relationship in their life aside from the arranged marriage. Neither wanted particularly to get married but it was the 90s in conservative families, who thought the rest of the siblings can't get married till the eldest are so decided to marry them off to a family friend's eldest child in the same situation. They've never expressed any romantic attachment to each other or any such past in my presence or any other family member. They've explicitly said how they 'don't get all the love shit on tv', especially how two separate aunt and uncle of mine eloped.

But they love each other. You know how I know?

My mother loves this vegetable that both me and my dad hate. But every winter, like clockwork, he'll bring it so she can cook the dish, and eat it without a single complaint because she loves it. My father is often forgetful, so my mother makes sure all his things are in place, puts the wallet and car keys on a hook right next to the door so he never misplaces them.

My mother has a temper, my father is one of the most patient people I know. I love my mother, but not enough to bear her often unjustified rage. But my father is. Calm, patient, gentle. My father does not always understand me, my emotions, my hurt, and often says things that upset me in the moment. Never intentionally, just, offering me solutions when I really need advice and vice versa and other such things.

My mother, my hotheaded bad-tempered strike-fear-with-three-words mother, explains patiently what he did wrong, how he should have reacted. Pulls me aside and tells me to forgive him, to understand, to let it slide. I've seen my mother break down when my father got sick few years ago. I've seen my father lose his mind when my mother started getting sick with thyroid.

My parents love each other, and I have long suspected not in a romantic way. There have been too many hints to miss, and they're too personal to mention here. But I think they're soulmates, because there is noone else who would fit.

I have never dated. There have been various reasons, most notably would be my reluctance to settle for mediocrity. I'm not easy to love. I have baggage. I have trauma. I'm a neurodivergent who needs a lot of allowances when it comes to a relationship. I'll forget important dates, I'll react impulsively. But I will not accept someone's tolerance just because. I will put in the work and try my bestest, and in return I will have love and acceptance, and love and acceptance only. If not, I have myself. And I am enough.

I think a lot of it generated from the fact that my parents are not romantic soulmates. It's a hard truth to accept for some people, I personally don't relate. You see for me, love is not the gooey stuff you see people talking about. Love is belonging. Love is turning off the ac in the middle of summer heat because the other one is fresh out of a shower and catches cold easily. Love is keeping their bookshelves stocked up because they love to read. Love is doing their share of chores before they wake up because their knee pain got bad but they'd never say it out loud.

My parents caused me a lot of bad days, to be frank. And I'm still learning to forgive them for that. But I'll forever be grateful to them for giving me this clarity about love, so if I ever choose to pursue it, I'll know who to let in and who to keep away.

#jace.txt #it's been a weird day #just ignore this

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minetteskvareninova · 2 years

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How would you rank the (main) non-blood Sultanas?

Hmm... Again, I would have to exclude the wives of Murad and Ibrahim; I know next to nothing about Ibrahim's harem, and as for Haseki Ayşe and Farya... Haseki Ayşe is a strong candidate for the bottom of the rankings, since she possesses the deadly combination of malice and stupidity, while Farya is somewhere in the middle. Also, with Kösem, I don't take her s2 version into account, although so far she seems pretty high, maybe even at the top. I also don't remember Defne, so people who wanted to see her here are out of luck.

Hürrem/Mahidevran - This one is kinda unfair, since they had much more time and character development than any other sultana, with the exception of Kösem (who wasted a lot of that time with NO character development, see below). I also don't think it's fair to put one ahead of the other; Hürrem is our beloved iconic drama queen, while Mahi had better character development. So yeah. The best sultanas, the most sultanas.

Halime - She did become much less interesting in the back half of the show, and also was stupid enough to trust Safiye with the life of her son that one time. With that said, I can't just ignore how strongly I rooted for her at the beginning.

Handan - She almost tied with Halime, but ultimately lost, because she lacks her charisma. With that said, she's still pretty cool as a mum, grandma and local firecracker who should really think things trough more. Also, she has very good taste in men, and almost killed Kösem that one time.

Gülbahar - I just have a soft spot for her, is all. A prime party with Satan material. My third favourite child murderer. Also, her relationship with Sinan is canon! Other sultanas could have strong subtext (Şah) or tragic yearning (Handan), but Gülbahar is a girl who can Get It. Even if Sinan himself is one of the least charizmatic villains this show has ever seen.

Safiye - An icon in her own right, as you all know. She could be higher, but ultimately I just like everyone above her more.

Nurbanu - I am not a fan personally, but I can see how she could be someone's favourite evil conniving bitch. Plus her and Selim are such an iconic couple!

Mihrunissa - She's fine, I guess. Kinda boring, if you ask me.

Mahfiruze - Annoying af, but at least had the good sense to die early, unlike...

Kösem - Going from Anastasia!Kösem to Beren!Kösem was the downgrade of the century. I am going to be extremely vindictive towards her just for that. Is the sweetest, bestest, smartest girl ever, but can't even realize that during a popular uprising, sultan might just die. Fuck her.

Ayşe Hafsa - I could say a lot of things about her, and most of them would include slurs against old women. You can see where her daughters got the very worst parts of their personality. Just... Fuck her especially.

#magnificent century #answered asks

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