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lewisvinga · 2 months

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an old friend | charles leclerc x fem! reader

summary; y/n and charles used to be best friends and even had crushes on each other until she had to move away to england at 13. but thanks to her job as an influencer, she’s invited to the miami gp where there she reunited with a childhood friend.

fc; merveyano

warnings; ? idk maybe a suggestive comment

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; guess where i’m goingggg] [caption 2; monacoooo!! hoping to meet some old friends here 😁]

yourbestfriend replied to your story !

yourbestfriend just say ur still in love w charles

yourusername i’m not in love 😭😭 besides i was just a 13 yr old girl w a crush🤒🤒🤒

yourbestfriend yeah and he got rid of that bieber cut and he’s a cutie now

yourbestfriend and ferrari invited you, there’s your chance! 😁

yourusername i just wanna be friends w him again, i don’t necessarily need to date him😐

yourbestfriend yeah but like i said, he’s a cutie

yourusername i mean…. true🫢

yourusername i’m sure he has tons of models wanting him though, i just miss my old best friend!

yourbestfriend OUCH wow🤕🤕

yourusername c’mon y/b/f😕😕

yourbestfriend set me up w lando norris and i’ll forgive you ( and kiss charles )

yourusername ????? Y/B/F??

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liked by yourbestfriend, charles_leclerc, and others !

yourusername: monaco u were amazing as always n that ferrari dining hall is fire 🔥

tagged; scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc

yourbestfriend: and that d is fireeeee🔥🔥 ( was it tho ??? )

yourusername: y/b/f ur on a timeout.

username: help the second picture ??

username: my role model😍😍

username: base is always flawlessssss

username: the 🫶 around charles she’s just like me lmfaoooo

charles_leclerc: glad to show you where the best food on the paddock is😎😎 your love for pasta never went away, huh?

yourusername: cha i have a bowl of pasta at least once a day since i was 10 🥸🥸🍝🍝

username: omg charles and y/n????

username:gorgeous gorgeous girls are f1 fans 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

scuderiaferrari: we loved having you in our garage 😎❤️

yourusername: tysm for inviting me🥹🥹

charles_leclerc: YES thank you thank you😁

username: y/n and charles knew each other from before?

yourusername: he’s an old friend !😁

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; the photographer] [caption 2; the outcome 😸]

yourbestfriend replied to your story !

yourbestfriend so did y’all kiss?

yourusername noooooo

yourbestfriend LIAR

yourusername he took me out for lunch then we maybe shared a kiss or two 🥸🥸

yourbestfriend LIARRE

yourusername okay definitely more than 2 kisses😁

yourusername so maybe i still did have a crush on him and maybe he had a crush on me this whole 🤓

yourbestfriend TOLD UUU

yourbestfriend now wyd talking to me go kiss mr. cutie

yourusername u don’t gotta tell me twice 🫡

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liked by charles_leclerc, yourbestfriend and others !

yourusername: i forza’d his ferrari

tagged; charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: i’d let you forza my ferrari anyday 😊

landonorris: i have a feeling this has a different meaning,..

yourbestfriend: you’re definitely right (heyyyyyy)

yourusername: 🤫

username: the caption???? i’m???

username: WOW she’s so pretty i can’t

username: charles 🤤

username: girls who drive ferraris>>>

username: she sprinkle sprinkled too hard n is now a wag

yourusername: the best type of sprinkle sprinkle 😇😇😇

username: QUEEEEN

username: she’s a ferrari gyal now

username: ugh she is the moment 😍

francisca.cgomes: miss u sm!!!🥹

yourusername: miss u too😢 next time we hang out just us girls so we don’t third wheel our bfs💆‍♀️

pierregasly: hey now, it wasn’t like that!

francisca.cgomes: ….. i’m not even saying anything 😁

charles_leclerc: ??????? what

yourusername: so true bae so true

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc scenarios #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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whenishipiluxurycruiseit · 29 days

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After reading some twts about how the reveal should not affect the kaishin fandom bc of how old it is and how most old shippers had the suspicion of kaishin being related and proceeded to not care and accept and even ship them more leads me to the acceptance stage and the realization stage where this is all fiction and not true thus it will not affect anyone greatly and most of us should realize this too HAHAHA

I mean i had my suspicions too ya know but like i was expecting them to be distantly related not this closely related gahdang gosho JAGDHSHS also i was kinda closing my eyes when i saw how similar toichi and yuusaku looked like when i saw them so AHDGSHS lovelies lets just think that the reveal made the ship spicer that ever

Kaishin may be cousins and what? Its fiction, this ship is old, there are even more worse ships than this, will this hurt anyone? No (unless ur really in deep like delusional deep), will this change the world? No, will this affect your daily life? No, will this change your morals? For me no, cause i know they are not real, why on earth would they change my morals.

Honestly its not just kaishin, there are a lot of ships with this kind of relationship, and other shippers must realize the fact that they are not real and no one will get hurt. If you get disturbed by the fact that we ship cousins/twins/siblings then you may close your eyes and move one to the other post, im not like validating this bc in the real and current world this may seem disturbing but everyone must know the difference between real and fiction, do not do what fiction do but you may learn what fiction do, just put it at the back of your head as an additional knowledge and the possibility that some other people might mix up fiction and real life.

Anyways so much for the monologue JAGSHS

THE REVEAL FIRED ME UP INTO MAKING ANOTHER PROMPT YEEEEY

Like im not even focusing abt how kaishin is cousins anymore but at why toichi did that to his son, what is incest compared to betrayal (not rlly cause kaito still didnt know hes alive BUT STILL THATS HIS KID??? HIS CHILD IN THE EYES OF DANGER?? AND HE LET HIS CHILD DO THAT?? BOY?)?

Like i know he protects kaito at the side (it was on magic kaito 1412 i forgot what episode) but he protects kaito with kaito experiencing trauma bc how tf how dare u use my dead dads face you traitor like that like bro??

I dont even also think that chikage knew that her husband is alive, only yuusaku (like wow cute they mustve been such close siblings but thats not the point) knows that hes alive and yuusaku probs only also knows cause hes yuusaku and yuusaku knows everything in just once glance for some weird ass reason

ANYWAYS SO

My prompt is that (please know that some of the characters are ooc!!! Esp the parents cause they dont show much wth JAGDHSH also ill put in a oc for plot purposes WAHSGAHSGA)

Shinichi, still as conan, was in a pinch and was suddenly saved by a mysterious guy. Whom he thought was like akai san but he sensed someone different like.. KID? No.. dad??

Toichi who saw a kid who looked like his nephew when he was a child is being chased by men in black (who suspiciously looked like snake for some reason but snake doesnt wear shades in the dark cause thats a foolish move) decided to help him and lose the pursuers off his back

“Boya are you ok?” “…..(hmm? What is this feeling.. i feel like i’ve met him somewhere but..)” “boya?” “Ah! Un! Thank you uncle!”

Toichi suddenly thought of shinichi when he heard conans voice saying uncle, it sounds just like 10 yrs ago when he visited yuusakus house to teach yukiko the art of disguise

Toichi then took conan to his guardians when he found out that his parents was in america apparently (1) and he also found out that his guardians were the mouris (2) which was 2 points of suspicion which wasnt that bad but just weird cause why didnt his younger brother tell anything, not that that shit tells him anything at all. Adding to the fact that he has not seen his attention loving smart nephew in the news for a while now then pops out a child that looks like him makes the suspicion highly likely. (Their family kinda has a knack for attracting dangerous orgs, from what he seen to himself and his son, he just hopes his younger brother and nephew didnt get it (which was highly unlikely now too))

Consider his suspicions correct when his younger brother decides to okay dumb (he knows ok, theyre twins for a reason and hes a older brother for a reason) the problem now was which shady org was it and how much does his nephew and younger brother know….

2 weeks later he found out

Apparently he wasnt the only one suspicious of someone

His, (knew it), dear shrunken nephew was too! Bc of one comment from mouri kun (have we met somewhere before?) and his suspicions were proven right when he saw yuusakus phone lying around with his message on the notif screen

(Toichis so proud, thats my nephew, be nosy kid you will go far in life)(it made his nephew cute too 🥰)

and color him suprised when his nephew has a shady org at his back too (he was kinda hoping that his nephew only stumbled on the scene of the crime that was he was chased not being a victim himself sighs the family curse)

and toichi and his nephew (whom just found out they were related with the first kaitou kid, who was supposed to be dead) made an alliance! (it kinda feels good to not only have one person know about your secrets, it also makes him relieved that his nephew has a lot of trusted people at his back other than some bigass shady org)

it also makes toichi happy that his son could be himself (not just kaitou kid but really being kaito his son whom he left with his wife toprotecttonotpullintothismessbutthey-) with his cousin

his son was inlove with his cousin

oh shit

yuusaku why did we not let them meet again

how he found out? he got the front seat

with snake

but does that really matter

(is akai kun included when hes so far away from the build the confession was happening)

(akai kun just shoot snake pls)

then it all went to shit (from his perspective cause wdym kaito did not even notice snake was there so its ok uncle shinichi kun did u also not notice my mental breakdown too)

they apprehended snake, and found out he was just some lackey in the black org and wanted to be the same lvl as gin so hes chasing after some immortality granting stone (yea hes not gonna be on the same lvl as gin hes stupid says his dear cutified nephew)

he told his younger brother about the confession

his younger brother knew all along ever since he caught kaito sneaking in their house to leave a jewel that he stole and saw him caress shinichis face.. yuusaku told him with the face of did u really not see that coming, we never let them meet when they were old enough to remember.

like valid? but at least share the tea gahdang

yukiko also knows? brother? i thought bros before hoes? (he nearly got mauled to death by his mystery loving younger brother, bc how dare you call my wife a hoe? ur the hoe u *spits real talk that hurts*)

after yuusaku hurt him internally he has come to the fact that yea he was worse than his son.. (also who can blame him, shinichi kun has yukikos genes (not that his darling wife is any less beautiful than yukiko, his wifes beauty came from being reckless and he likes that in his woman sighs i miss my wife) and their reckless genes so, with his wifes beautiful and shiny loving gene with his reckless loving gene, shinichi, conan, his nephew was the perfect person for his son. not ignoring the fact that shinichi kun is also a very understanding person. his nephew grew a lot (internally cause well.. he shrunk physically))

and now shinichi is looking at him weirdly

no way

did he not hear his sons confession

"shin kun... what did you think about what my son said to you?" "hm? ah that chase?... isnt it just a chase? oh im sorry uncle if i hurt kaito, it was needed to make it look convincing haha, i dont plan on capturing him rn dw!" "... oh! its ok shin kun ^^"

it was not okay, how does his nephew not notice his sons confession to him? (his son was a child of two phantom thieves, making a heist even grander than it already is shows that his son is courting his nephew SO HOW TF- oh, oh yuusaku just told him that every heist shinichi went to was always that grand so he might not see the difference? oh. oh my gosh.)

how to break this to his son who thought his father was dead

yuusaku just smiled (useless asshole, just bc hes still close to his son even though his son is in another identity now and can still pretend to be his new sons identities father bc of the disguising art that toUICHI HIMSELF TAUGHT HIM)

shinichi kun said to wait till evrything was over, or wait till the black org is down cause he will help explain too cause he hid it too after knowing his undeadness (at least his nephew was helpful, might be yukikos gene)

"you know, ever since i met kaitou kid, i knew that i might need his help to bring this org down, but i never knew that it would be the first kaitou kid that will help me hehe"

his nephew is so cute (yep its yukikos genes, yuusaku could never be like that anymore, still regrets the day where he showed off to his younger brother his magician skills)

the org was brought down but the antidote for shinchis problem still hasnt been made but time is an essence they need to reveal the truth to his family now or it might get worse

family reunion time! :DDDDDDDDD

shinichi went to get his son and wife while he and his younger brother prepares his execution letter

(if u wanna know how shinichi went to get kaito and chikage pls comment! ill write it up on the other post)

"yukiko chan can u-" "nope"

"yuusaku istg id u dont help me we're twins for a reason if i die you die too" "fk u" (helps him)

then it all went to shit (pt 2) (shinichi kun can see it now too, toichi thinks even hakase next door can feel it)

his son did not walk out bc of shinichi kun ("kaito, listen to you father please, you know my situation, its kind of the same but in your fathers case, you are ran" "at least you were close to her!" "does it really matter when all she saw was conan not shinichi?" "but-!" "kaito, the woman i love is slipping before my eyes because i cant go to her like before now! everytime i go back to my body temporarily all i think about is how she will get hurt if the organization realizes i was one of the victims they failed to kill and will go after her and her family and friends! there are numerous people in the org who already knew about my real identity, they mightve been killed or decided to not tell about it but there is no saying they might decide to not do the opposite!"

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lfghughes · 11 months

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Could I please request something with Jack using Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift?

a/n: posting this tonight in hopes that you guys forgive me for being a jinx

“Actually can you just stop here, we’ll walk the rest of the way.” Jack told the cab driver but his words only confused you. You were still a couple of streets away from your place so you had no clue what he had planned. “I kinda wanna go for a walk.” He told you and you decided to not question it too much, it’s not like the walk would be that far. Earlier that night you had gone to his game but you had carpooled with Dawson and when it was time to leave Jack had told him that you two would take a cab back to your place.

You two had been seeing each other for a couple of months and you would be lying if you didn’t admit to being terrified. Never had you felt this way about someone before. This love that just took over your whole body but you didn’t want to be the first one to say it especially if you didn’t know how he felt. But you knew one hundred percent you were in love. The awe you felt when you would watch him at his game, the way the crowd would cheer his name. Also just the little things he would do for just you.

His arm went around your shoulder as he walked with you, pulling you in close to his side. “I really just wanted to soak up some extra minutes with you before I go home.” He admitted to you and a small smile filled your lips. “You know, you could have just asked to come inside.” Which was true, you would never tell him no when it came to that. “If I go in then you’ll never get me to leave.” The teasing tone in his voice made you laugh.

You were enjoying this time with him regardless but you still felt this sense of worry in you. In such a short amount of time he had filled up your life so much. If something happened and you two decided to end things you knew certain memories would stick around making it hard to do anything. Even just walking down this street would be hard for you. To your disappointment you had reached your place a lot sooner than expected. “Drive safe, unless you changed your mind.” You teased as he gave you a quick kiss goodnight. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

When you slid inside your place, you immediately started on your nightly routine. It had probably been a good thirty minutes when you heard your phone ring. “Hey, got home safe already?” You asked once you picked up. “Can you come back outside?” That was definitely weird, what was Jack doing back? You weren’t going to let him wait all night though. The minute you opened the door, his lips were on yours.

“I was halfway home when I realized I would much rather be here with you and that I needed to tell you something.” He started and he almost looked nervous as he said this. “I love you and I hope I never lose you.” The minute the words were out of his mouth, your lips had attached to his again. “I love you too, Jack.” You whispered against his lips.

10 yrs later

“Alright, buddy. Let’s get you out of your seat.” Jack told his three year old as he unbuckled him from his car seat. With his kid on his hip, he walked up to the front stoop of the apartment building he knew so well. “This is where I told your mommy I loved her for the first time.” He pointed up to the building. Your attention turned towards your husband who was holding your son in his arms. Your three year old looked at you with his big blue eyes that matched his fathers. “I love you too, mommy.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader

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kenlvry · 1 year

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omg i just read the “getting caught making out” and was wondering if you could do it with craig’s gang aswell🙈

craigs gang getting caught making out

an: HELLOO!! i am back from vegas, my brother wasted 300 on gambling and i have never been so motivated to kill someone, also i tried wine and.... yeah idk how to feel oh also i am not making jimmy bc like i said idk how to potray him im so sorry :( also like always 16-17

clyde

hes so mad at you rn, how could you!! while he was out in the field sweating his ass off you were on the bleachers talking so gently to a boy.

he looked over to you and the boy had his arm wrapped around you while you laughed at his joke. but thanks to you he played well, out of jealousy and anger. after the game that they won, cheers could be heard and only then did you realize you literally missed your boyfriend's game. so now here you two were beside the bleachers making out, after the game he sulked and you reassured him with a kiss but one thing lead to another and you two are making out.

your back pressed against the metals while his hand hold your head so you don't feel the metal, his other hand cupping your face holding you close, it was slow and wet, he kissed so well you loved it when you maked out with him or kissed him he was always so experienced.

since you two were on the side bleachers that was far away from everything nobody could really see, stan and craig was searching for him because coach wanted to take a team photo for him to display, searching everywhere and giving up sitting on one of the bleacers. "dude where the heck is he" stan groaned leaning backwards on his seat. then they heard small pants

they looked at each other in somewhat shocked "are they doing what i think their doing?" craig said and peeked thinking it was some perv doing nasty shit but it was his dear friend making out with his girlfriend "clyde?" stan called out and you two jumped staring at the other two, stan looked annoyed and sighed loudly "just say yr jealous stan" clyde winked tilting his head to stan "celebrations can wait, coach needs you" craig said and went down pulling him by his clothing basically dragging him "call me babe!" you laughed lightly knowing if you dont call he'd show up infront of your house

tolkien

you loved this moment right here, you and tolkien making out without a care in the world. it started with him asking you to come over, thinking he wanted to play games or something but when you arrived he wasn't there, checking every corner still no tolkien. then you checked the backyard and there he was in a suit standing while holding flowers and behind him a table for two people.

you laughed at the sudden surprise, him coming to you grabbed your hand and kissed it "mlady" you laughed again at the fancy name he gave you. walking to the table "if i knew we were having a dinner date I would've worn something more fancy" , he wanted to go somewhere more fancy but this town is far from fancy so he resorted to the next best thing. he pulled your chair and you sat while he slowly pushed it.

it was the cutest thing ever, you two had a nice time and before you know it you two were making out , it was so romantic his kisses were delicate. he held your waist gently and the other holding your back so you don't fall over from him leaning you downwards trying to be romantic, your hands held his face not breaking the contact. he holds you so dear and making out with him makes you feel like you two are a married couple growing old tgt

but before you could feed onto your delusions even more, you could hear a familiar voice calling out on tolkiens voice, it was his mom and dad. you both quickly broke the kiss and greeted them, tolkien said they weren't gonna come home until tmr but they stopped by to grab something and you thought you were going to be bribed 10 million dollars to break up with him but you saw them converse with smiles on their face.

leaving the house with a "invite her for dinner next time sweetie" you blushed a little "now where did we left off?" he said and pulled you for another kiss

tweek

boy oh boy does he look stressed rn, he is a cash register, waiter and the one making the coffee at the same time . every minute his twitching worsened, you laughed at how cute he was from the glass door, entering with a ding caused by the bell, tweek shouted "welcome to t-tweek bros!" from the counter while making coffee and when he saw who came he smiled so brightly

keeping professional and trying his best to not hug you tightly while crying about the shitty customers he just smiled while waiting for you to order. "just a water babe, dont wanna stress you out more" you smiled and he smiled back making the water and giving it to your table "how long til your shift ends?" you question while drinking your water "ngghh five minutes!" you hummed at the answer and he walked away

his shift finally ended so now here you two were making out in the break rooms, it was suppose to be him complaining abt the customers today but i guess he had other plans, it was sloppy, it seem as though he didnt even want to kiss you. you smiled at how rushed he was and pulled away, your current position is being pinned onto his locker while he cups your face, your hand on his shoulders pushing him. he looked slightly confused on why you pushed him but you flipped him over so he was pinned against the locker you being shorter grabbed his face and tip toeing to kiss him and he just hold your waist not knowing were else to place his hands

when it seemed like it was getting steady and he wasn't twitching as much the doors opened with a bitchy voice followed "tweek your shift ended right? lets pl- the fuck" tweek jumped at the sudden intrusion " argh! this isn't what it looks like! i mean it is! i mean!" you placed your hand on his shoulders and the rest of the boys walked in "damn tweek i didn't know you were kinky like that" kenny said making the others laugh "shut up!" tweek said as you all walked out, they continued to tease tweek abt this for a couple of days (by they i mean cartman and sometimes jimmy) until you forced them to stop, tweek always kiss at home now, specifically your house, hes too nervous someone will disturb you two.

craig

you dont know how it lead to this but uh here you two are in his kitchen making out... i know how though. you came over to hang out with him......maybe you shouldve come a little later bc rn red racer is on and he refuses to talk to you until after red racer is over. that show is sooooooooo boring to you, you can't say that though.

and damn how long is this show on?? its been 20 minutes now and you two are halfway through the episode. attempting to talk to him again he shushes you and says "wait until red racer is over" for the 100th time you sigh knowing you have to wait even though craig knew impatience is one of your strong personalities.

you decide to go to the kitchen to relieve your thrist, opening the fridge literally eyeing it for a drink and opening and closing it hoping a drink will appear. finally you see water right infront of your fucking eyes,you drink some then put it back, closing the fridge and when your about to turn around someone hugged you. the smell of the cologne was easy to identify, craigs dad.

jk its craig , he wouldn't let go even if you tried, "craig." you said sternly in defeat "sorry, red racer is over now what did you want to talk about?" laying his head in your shoulder, his breath on your neck. you sighed and just when you were about to run he flipped you over to the counter, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter his hand trapping you in "my parents aren't coming home for awhile" he winked "so?" you said in confusion and he just kissed you so yeah now you two are making out

his kisses was lovingly, and sensual... although he doesn't seem experienced he's good at kissing, you put your hand on his shoulders and his hands now on you waist one of them travelling further down to your thigh. as you two were enjoying the moment the door opened, quietly though. you two of course didn't hear it and kept making out and you hear something drop. you two looked over at the door to see almost every boy in the 4thgrade (the relevant ones ofc) butters has dropped his book and was in shock he ran home muttering smthn abt we can only kiss after marriage.

everyone just stood there staring at each other "so are you js gonna stand there?" craig broke the silence "do you want us to come to you then?" cartman said in a sarcastic tone which made craig flip him off "leave" and they left, wow. "isn't that too rude? poor them" you said pitifully looking back at the door. "forget them, your focus is me, where were we hm?" he said as his hands gently pulled you to look in his direction.

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lunar-serpentinite · 3 months

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Harry Potter, son of Hecate... and James and Lily (HP x PJO AU)

so we're in an alternate universe where wixkind are basically a subspecies of human born from the spilled ichor of Hecate during the great giant war

sometimes Hecate goes around to check on her accidental creations by disguising herself as one of them and blending in

that is how she meets our power couple james and lily as one of their yearmates (Hecate was in ravenclaw btw if u even care😔)

hecate sticks around long enough to witness the fast approach of the first war against voldemort and she's like ??? well thats one of the most brutal and inefficient ways to chase for immortality but wtv

so somehow lily figures out that hecate is ,,, well ,,, hecate and asks for help on how theyre going to get out of this one alive

hecate is like mmm i dont usually help mortals but youre one of my faves so ill let you have this one

turns out hecate knew this was gonna happen the entire time bc of a prophecy apollo gave her (not the same one from trelawney, mind you) so the most she cld do to help lily without risking the ire of literally everyone else in the pantheon was ,,, help her give birth to their saviour ???

so harry james potter was born with three biological parents: hecate, james, and lily . to represent hecate's status as a triple goddess ??? and apparently harry will represent the union of three worlds : the godly, the magical, and the mundane/muggle .

hecate was under no obligation to continue keeping an eye on the wizarding world bc her role is done and they can take care of themselves now but she cant help but check in on harry from time to time ??? like thats her kid ??? and her fave mortal's ofc

so when she sees that harry was being treated as less than dirt at the dursley's she was like absolutely not and pulls some strings to get harry the fuck out of there

and thats how harry ends up in camp half-blood

mind you back then there were no cabins for non-major olympians so harry had to bunk w the hermes kids

but thats okay at least hes not being bullied anymore !!!

chiron is aware of the role harry is going to play in the wizarding world in the future but was instructed to not tell harry anything until the time was right

everyone knows harry is a hecate kid since he was claimed by her once he had his first sign of magic (made a bench in the dining pavilion explode)

harry befriends hestia in her kiddo form (yes i know nico was supposed to be the first demigod to talk to her in ages but this was in the 1990s bear with me hestia will still have a few years of lonesome before nico comes) without knowing she was hestia

harry gains the favour of hestia who gifts him a nifty little hand mirror that would take him home when he needs it the most

by the time harry is 11, he already has a decent amount of training and was even able to go to his first quest just a few days after he turned 10 yrs old after he was chosen by the words of the quest's prophecy

so harry enters the wizarding world armed with a sword disguised as a bracelet charm, a whole year's worth of ambrosia and nectar, and a bag of drachmas in case he ever gets homesick

and on his first halloween there, he slays a troll . not with a wand, but with a sword. ron is impressed, hermione is concerned, and the rest of the professors dont know what to do with a kid who was apparently trained in literal swordplay

he's in slytherin btw #slytherinsupremacy

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter au #harry potter pjo au #hp x pjo au #demigod harry potter

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Heyo!!! Stellaron Hunter anon is back!!! This is very random but bare with me. Stellaron hunters (or the Astral express family, I just prefer the Stellaron Hunters) with a little kid who's like Kenny McCormick from South Park.

For additional info, Kenny is a very poor 10 yr old kid who grew up with alcoholic parents and a younger sister he cares alot about. Kenny normally wears an oversized jacket that covers the lower half of his face so whenever he talks, his words are very muffled. Kenny sometimes takes advantage of this and cusses every once in a while despite being so young (he learned it from his bad parents.)

Bonus: He's secretly immortal. He's able to die over and over again but always wake up in bed the next morning. He won't be able to forget the pain though, making him very irritable the next time he awakens.

Tysm!!!

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A/N: I've never watched watched South Park before, so I'm really thankful for the detailed description of the character! And thank you for the request!<33

Content: Fluff, Platonic relationships, Kenny-like reader, child reader, mentions of death/reincarnation?, kinda unserious sometimes, angst if you squint, mentions of cursing, reader is hinted to have had an abusive past, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf doesn't think much of you at first. She knew all about your past and where you came from however, yet didn't treat you any differently from anyone else, mainly because she didn't want you to feel out of place. She does compliment you on your jacket however, which is the beginning of her warming up to you.

She chuckles quietly whenever you curse and actually understands you, even when your words are muffled. She also comforts you with video games, whenever your feeling down about your past and let's you win often.

Despite all that, she was still confused on why exactly you were allowed to join the Stellaron hunters, as you just seemed like an ordinary kid... until she saw you randomly get obliterated one day. To say that she was horrified, would be an understatement. Especially when she saw you casually sitting in your bed the next day, complaining about the pain... yeah, she was in disbelief about this for the longest time.

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》Blade

Blade was really indifferent to you at first. He didn't care to know alpt about you and just avoided you all together for a while, until he was officially assigned to you. He wasn't necessarily happy with this, but he didn't have the energy to complain.

He finds your appearance a little odd and bluntly asks you, why you're wearing a jacket all the time even indoors, which just got him an indifferent shrug from you. He never understands a thing you say, which makes it perfect for whenever you are in the mood to curse him out for being rude to you.

With that said, he was baffled and confused, when he saw you casually walk out of your room, after you were turned into dust the day prior. He halted all his actions to have a stare off with you, before you both shrugged and went back to what you were doing. Great... another person who is technically immortal...

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》Kafka

Kafka knew everything about you from the moment you joined the Stellaron hunters. She was especially interested in your ability to practically reincarnate, mainly because it was a unique ability she had never heard of before. However, Kafka soon begins to find you as a person also very interesting and warms up to you pretty fast.

She knows of your past and comforts you whenever you need it. She doesn't mind your appearance either and even considers it quite cute. Kafka also completely understands everything you say and might even lean in to hear you better. Though cursing around her may get you scolded.

And as mentioned earlier, she's fascinated by your abilities and therefore isn't too worried, when you get killed, as she knows you'll be back the next day. Once you reincarnate, she'll handle you any medication you need and listens to you complain about your pain with a small smile.

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A/N: I hope this is okay! Thank you again for the request, Anon!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x reader #hsr kafka #hsr kafka x reader #hsr silver wolf #hsr silver wolf x reader #hsr

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fromkenari · 8 months

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A mass of fools and knaves

The full email exchange between Alex Claremont Diaz and Prince Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor from Chapter Nine of Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. Put here for my best friend to read.

A mass of fools and knaves A [email protected] 8/10/20 1:04 AM to Henry H, Have you ever read any of Alexander Hamilton’s letters to John Laurens? What am I saying? Of course you haven’t. You’d probably be disinherited for revolutionary sympathies. Well, since I got the boot from the campaign, there is literally nothing for me to do but watch cable news (diligently chipping away at my brain cells by the day) and sort through all my old shit from college. Just looking at papers, thinking: Excellent, yes, I’m so glad I stayed up all night writing this for a 98 in the class, only to get summarily fired from the first job I ever had and exiled to my bedroom! Great job, Alex! Is this how you feel in the palace all the time? It fucking sucks, man. So anyway, I’m going through my college stuff, and I find this analysis I did of Hamilton’s wartime correspondence, and hear me out: I think Hamilton could have been bi. His letters to Laurens are almost as romantic as his letters to his wife. Half of them are signed “Yours” or “Affectionately yrs,” and the last one before Laurens died is signed “Yrs for ever.” I can’t figure out why nobody talks about the possibility of a Founding Father being not straight (outside of Chernow’s biography, which is great btw, see attached bibliography). I mean, I know why, but. Anyway, I found this part of a letter he wrote to Laurens, and it made me think of you. And me, I guess: The truth is I am an unlucky honest man, that speak my sentiments to all and with emphasis. I say this to you because you know it and will not charge me with vanity. I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you … Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some. Affectionately yrs, slowly going insane, Alex, First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 239-241). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry [email protected] 8/10/20 4:18 AM to A Alex, First Son of Masturbatory Historical Readings: The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me. Every time you mention your slow decay inside the White House, I can’t help but feel it’s my fault, and I feel absolutely shit about it. I’m sorry. I should have known better than to turn up at a thing like that. I got carried away; I didn’t think. I know how much that job meant to you. I just want to … you know. Extend the option. If you wanted less of me, and more of that—the work, the uncomplicated things—I would understand. Truly. In any event … Believe it or not, I have actually done a bit of reading on Hamilton, for a number of reasons. First, he was a brilliant writer. Second, I knew you were named after him (the pair of you share an alarming number of traits, by the by: passionate determination, never knowing when to shut up, &c &c). And third, some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context. Are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? I must inform you, any trace of King George III blood I have would curdle in my very veins and render me useless to you. Or are you suggesting you’d rather exchange passionate letters by candlelight? Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all? I think perhaps Hamilton said it better in a letter to Eliza: You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. If you did decide to take the option mentioned at the start of this email, I do hope you haven’t read the rest of this rubbish. Regards, Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 241-243). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves A [email protected] 8/10/20 5:36 AM to Henry H, Please don’t be stupid. No part of any of this will ever be uncomplicated. Anyway, you should be a writer. You are a writer. Even after all this, I still always feel like I want to know more of you. Does that sound crazy? I just sit here and wonder, who is this person who knows stuff about Hamilton and writes like this? Where does someone like that even come from? How was I so wrong? It’s weird because I always know things about people, gut feelings that usually lead me in more or less the right direction. I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn’t have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was just going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best. I guess that makes you the North Star? I wanna see you again and soon. I keep reading that one paragraph over and over again. You know which one. I want you back here with me. I want your body and I want the rest of you too. And I want to get the fuck out of this house. Watching June and Nora on TV doing appearances without me is torture. We have this annual thing at my dad’s lake house in Texas. Whole long weekend off the grid. There’s a lake with a pier, and my dad always cooks something fucking amazing. You wanna come? I kind of can’t stop thinking about you all sunburned and pretty sitting out there in the country. It’s the weekend after next. If Shaan can talk to Zahra or somebody about flying you into Austin, we can pick you up from there. Say yes? Yrs, Alex P.S. Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovsky—1958: Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 243-245). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry [email protected] 8/10/20 8:22 PM to A Alex, If I’m north, I shudder to think where in God’s name we’re going. I’m ruminating on identity and your question about where a person like me comes from, and as best as I can explain it, here’s a story: Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery. At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince. His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole. Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too. So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right. Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.” I’m in for the lake house. I must admit, I’m glad you’re getting out of the house. I worry you may burn the thing down. Does this mean I’ll be meeting your father? I miss you. x Henry P.S. This is mortifying and maudlin and, honestly, I hope you forget it as soon as you’ve read it. P.P.S. From Henry James to Hendrik C. Andersen, 1899: May the terrific U.S.A. be meanwhile not a brute to you. I feel in you a confidence, dear Boy–which to show is a joy to me. My hopes and desires and sympathies right heartily and most firmly, go with you. So keep up your heart, and tell me, as it shapes itself, your (inevitably, I imagine, more or less weird) American story. May, at any rate, tutta quella gente be good to you.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 245-247). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

#leigh #a mass of fools and knaves #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #out of credits

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storkmuffin · 3 days

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A friend (Korean woman in Korea) told me about a 25 yr old guy who stabbed his ex-girlfriend, also 25, to death. It's been revealed that he's a med student and got a perfect score on the college admissions test and got media coverage for it at the time. The question my friend asked was, "Do you think that the reason he killed her was because he's never been rejected, ever, like - he got a perfect score and got into med school, and couldn't accept that she would want to leave someone like him?"

And I just felt so fucking tired but it's not my friend's fault so I said, "OK by that rule then no man who was bad at school or doesn't make a lot of money or is short or ugly or poor should ever kill a woman and we know that isn't true, right?"

That seemed to stop her short so I added, "Misogynist men murder women because we're women, and any sort of man can be a misogynist. A lot of men hate women a LOT. Also why do we have to know about what his dreams and plans were for his life? Why instead aren't we told how many women were murdered so far by a man they knew? That woman probably did everything she could think of to do to have a 'nice' break up - why aren't we told about all the things she tried that didn't work for her?"

And I think I went too far and made it too scary because my friend did that thing of walking backwards away from me when I get my scary autistic feminist face on. Oh I forgot to say - my friend also graduated from a prestige university as well as her husband, so for her this is personal because I guess kids who are brilliant at rote memorization tests aren't supposed to commit murder and like, she really thought that women who get murdered by exes made the mistake of not being good enough for men who went to the Top 3.

The Korean media coverage about the Gangnam Exit 10 killer was just like this too - they talked about how the killer, who specifically said he waited until a woman showed up to his hiding spot to kill one, had at one point been a divinity student or something. The chatter about this murderer is like, Gosh why did someone so smart have to waste his life and become a murderer in this way? Shame attaches so automatically to the woman who got murdered that even her family is asking that nothing about her get revealed. There isn't a discourse about how "she had her whole life ahead of her" and like "This is what she majored in at university" or whatever about the woman who got killed. The fact that she was someone's girlfriend that wasnt loved enough to not get slaughtered by him is shameful so we're all supposed to turn away and let her family mourn in silence. It drives me insane about my culture. If you have a crime happen to you the shame is ON YOU somehow. Not being forced to lose your anonymity after you lose your life is supposedly protective to the dead, but that's so bullshit to me.

#life in south korea #tw woman murder #tw crime #tw feminism i guess i dunno #tw negativity #tw femicide

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in celebration of ac coming to a theater near me, i am politely begging u for yr thought on loz and kazoo pls and thank you <3 (yr yazoo post made me so gd emo /pos)

Sorry I made you emotional (not sorry)

Loz headcanons!

So Loz is Sephiroth's strength and physical prowess and just looking at him it's you know pretty easy to see that yeah he's strong and bulky and vicious but he uses his fists instead of a weapon... which you know Sephiroth is famous for his sword right?

Loz also is also very emotional and cries at the drop of a hat - he wants his mommy. Loz is Sephiroth's memories of being unarmed and helpless. At the same time he very likely knew in a completely logical sense that he wasn't helpless, he was incredibly strong from a very young age and would have become aware that he could kill any of the doctors and scientists around him.

In Raised By Wolves I have Sephiroth come to that realization, fantasizing about killing Doctor Ballard who treats Cloud like an animal to be trained. He is as tall as the adults when he's only around 10 years old, and he knows that he is much more fit than they are.

However Sephiroth was raised by these people, he's been conditioned from birth to be obedient. He wouldn't have been able to fight back, no matter how powerful and deadly they specifically created him to be.

And I'm certain they also trained him to hide his emotions, because he does it constantly in Crisis Core by hiding his expression and turning away during emotional situations.

Loz cries all the tears he couldn't, he fights back with his fists in the way Sephiroth wanted to but never could fight the conditioning to be passive and obedient.

Kadaj headcanons!

Kadaj is Sephiroth's insanity, but I don't believe Seph was insane up until what happened in Nibelheim. He was exhausted and felt like he was alone sure, he was incredibly depressed and anxious, he'd lost the only two people who he'd let get close to him and probably feels like he shouldn't have let them in because he wouldn't be hurting now.

I believe that Kadaj is the personification of that one, perfect, crystalized moment when Sephiroth gave in to Jenova's whispers and decided that she was right - humanity was a mistake, they were the monsters who hurt his mother and imprisoned her. He is better than all of them, they all should just die, let the world burn.

He's that bubble of laughter that came out when he made the realization that he is a monster but he is going to be the best monster there ever was - he and mother will show them, they'll show all of them.

</3 my poor babies, so crazy and violent and so in need of a hug!

#ffvii #ffvii advent children #sephiroth #ff7 #yazoo ffvii #loz ffvii #kadaj ffvii #kadaj #loz #yazoo #headcanons #ffvii headcanons #ask me anything

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cittielinks · 10 months

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(read at your own discretion, some parts may be triggering)

Where Kim Dokja failed a scenario and as punishment he was converted into his 10-year-old self.

Everyone thought he’d be a cheeky little brat who has the wits and would be super uncute. But when the white smoke disappeared what they saw was a boy, who looked like seven covered with bruises and marks and messily bandaged wounds, wearing a shirt too big for his size.

What sets them off was how dull his eyes looked as he stared at them. Jung Heewon hastily told Biyoo to shut off the channel.

No one muttered a word, so afraid that this boy would run away like their Kim Dokja. It was the tiny Kim Dokja who talked first.

His voice was raspy, dull, and monotoned, no one could guess what he was feeling.

“Are you going to hurt me too?” He muttered, still no emotion whatsoever.

Everyone’s breath hitched. What did he mean when he said those words?

“N-No! We don’t want to hur—“

Yoo Sangah tried to rely softly but was cut off the Kim Dokja.

“Liar.” He said monotonously.

“That’s what they all said, then they beat me up and locked me inside the drawer.” He added, shrugging as he backs away a bit.

No one could have prepared for what he had said afterward.

“Do you want me to punch myself? Burn my hands with your cigarettes and beat me into a pulp too? Please do it quick I need to go back or else I’ll be sleeping outside my aunt’s house again.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands were trembling he wanted to hug Kim Dokja so badly but he knew that would end horribly. Everyone’s expression was so hard, if only they met a little bit sooner, they could’ve saved him too.

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It took a lot while to let 10 yr old! Kim Dokja know that they were not a threat. It was Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung who talked to Kim Dokja properly because this Kim Dokja never trusted adults. And he finally agreed to let them take him to their complex. He was sticking close to his gilyoung-hyung and yoosung-noona.

He would always flinch whenever adults tried to talk to him, or when he hears loud noises ranging from loud screams or loud screeching.

When it was around dinner time, Yoo Joonghyuk decided to cook porridge making sure Kim Dokja’s body would adjust. But he never came to the dining table.

Jung Heewon looked at the children and shook their heads, Yoo Joonghyuk sighed and went out to find the kid.

He found Kim Dokja outside the complex, holding a tissue paper. When Kim Dokja was about to eat the paper, Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed his arms before he could do so.

Kim Dokja flinched and looked at Yoo Joonghyuk in fear. Yoo Joonghyuk quickly lets go and gives the child enough space.

“What are you doing with the tissue paper?” he asked softly, trying not to scare the child.

“….dinner.”

“Can you repeat that?”

“My dinner, I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything for 3 days. I’m sorry for stealing your tissue paper—“

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t believe his ears. He had heard reports about people eating tissue papers to stop their hunger. He clenched his fist and opens them.

“There’s food inside. why are you eating that?”

“I’m not allowed to eat at the same table as you.”

“Who told you that?”

“Everyone. they said I made the food taste bad that’s why I shouldn’t be at the table eating with people.”

Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to cry, how could the world be so cruel to a 10-year-old child? At least when he was 10 he still have food to eat, a bed to sleep in, and a house to keep him covered from heat and cold. Kim Dokja had nothing. It hurts him knowing that he hadn’t met Kim Dokja a long time ago.

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It took awhile for Yoo Joonghyuk to have Kim Dokja wat with them at the dining table, his eyes never leaving the child’s figure. he made sure Kim Dokja has eaten enough then he urged the kids to take a shower with Kim Dokja.

then he slowly cleaned Kim Dokja’s wounds ( he had asked Kim Dokja permission to clean his wounds) then he tuck Kim Dokja to bed with a promise to let Kim Dokja read a book tomorrow. It was hard making sure Kim Dokja feels safe but he promised then and there to keep Kim Dokja safe and happy forever.

#kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv kdj #joongdok #kdj #orv yoo joonghyuk #yjh #yu junghyeok #yoo joonghyuk #i know i had written a whole fic but i lost the piece of paper that i used so im gonna close my eyes

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tteokokki · 1 year

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Maybe, Not Today

Little🍼: Jihyo - 6 yrs to 2/5 yrs old

Caregiver🧸: Sana

|TW: emeto & usage of diapers |

ㅡ Little Hyo was feeling sick and she didn't want to disturb her members...but Sana always knew when the leader was feeling sick and small;

All the members were excitedly walking to the van, they're going on a vacation this weekend as it has been called one precious day of the year! It would be a day to de-stress so some of the member could sleep on their confortable clothes and slip into their mind spaces, and de-stress in their own way. This day had been making almost all the girls feel anxious for his arrival, except the leader who has been feeling warm and exhausted.

Luckily none of the members realized her awkward movements on the past days, she would like to keep up like this until she feels better.

“Hey? Yah! Park Jihyo! Are you even listening to me?”

Nayeon screamed from the other side of the van, she was talking to Jihyo for like almost 20 minutes about the new song they had to recorde.

"Can you shut up! She's sleeping!" Tzuyu screamed back to the oldest member. Jihyo whimpered and tossed around.

"Can you all just...stop, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon are sleeping! Well Chae was sleeping now she is awake!" Mina said looking at the sleepy Littles.

In the road Jihyo felt better, she even felt like going to this vacation. Sana kept caressing her hair and that made her feel safe to slip in her head space. She was between 7/6 years old and started to feel a bit energetic but every time she regressed to ages lower them 10 years old, she'd be a really shy and quiet baby.

"Hyo Honey we arrived home" Sana's sweet voice waked Jihyo up. The girl was feeling younger than earlier (around 2 years old) and she felt a wave of nausea and just made grabby hands to her Mummy.

Sana grabbed Jihyo with her. She felt how warm her Baby was Jyo's cheeks were redder than they normally were. The Japanese woman entered the house and went upstairs to let Jihyo in her room.

"Hyo's sick" Sana said entering the living room where the others were.

"What do you mean by, Hyo's sick?"

"She's sick! She has a fever and she is probably feeling nauseous. I need some one to bring a diaper to me in my room, I'll be there in a second" Sana went to the kitchen quickly picking Jihyo sippy cup with room temperature water and the little pacifier too. (In the end I put photos I promisse)

She went up again, as soon as she entered the room it smelled horrible, her first thought was that Jihyo vomited. But there wasn't any vomited and the girl was back to sleeping so...

"Shit! I needed to put her in a diaper first" Sana calmed her self down and picked her Baby from the bed, luckily there wasn't any stain. She laid Jihyos head in her shoulder while carrying the little one in an awkward way to the bathroom in her room.

"Sha? I have the diaper, it's jeongyeon's so maybe it will be a little bigger in Jihyo...oh! Did she had an accident? Do you want help?" Mina asked with the diaper and the materials to a diaper change in her hands, trying not to laugh at Sanas awkward position trying not to touch the baby's bum.

"Do you know what to do?" Sana said in a desperated voice, Jihyo had never an accident like this.

"Of course Sha! Chaeyoung is a non-verbal Baby I've been in this situation before when she caught that stomach bug, remember? Momo had to help me" Mina said already jumping in action.

The little girl was too sleepy and embarrassed to protest about being in that position. Jihyo just wanted to get back to Sana's fluffy and confortable bed, so she just kept whimpering and sometimes shifting her legs while bathing.

"M-mama out" The little one said making grabby hands to the Japanese woman again.

"Just a moment Marshmallow" Sana said finishing bathing her Baby. Moments after Minatozaki took the girl off of the bathtub she went back to her room with Jihyo rolled up in a kuromi themed robe.

"Okay! Now we can put the diaper on this Sweet Baby!" The older woman picked a pink diaper that had strawberry printed in it.

Sana gave water and full attention to the sickie Baby, she made Jihyo drink a medicine without the little even noticing at first. She even made the baby leader eat some seaweed soup at night and, gave to Jihyo her milk bottle to help her sleep.

She slept quickly hugging Sana's body, the Japanese woman changed the milky bottle for the little's pacifier. Sana fell asleep watching her little marshmallow sleeping like a serene Baby.

ㅡ It's not very good but..this is what I have for today! My first one-shot (I thk)

- English It's not my first language so..there may be some grammatical errors I'm sorry

#little space #sfw #sfw agere #sfw caregiver #sfw little stuff #sfw littlespace #age regression #agere little #age regression twice #little!jihyo #little!twice #Moa writes!

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manwalksintobar · 6 months

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if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf? // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster ethnic cleansing assassinations multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl black girl red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old unpressed hair playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you and adrienne kennedy and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories on stage on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf love eisa

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Hello Dear Skippy !

I loved your old people post ! Today is my birthday - I am officially 63 yrs old. I say officially because for some reason for most all of last year I thought I was 63 and then someone would correct me and remind me I was 62.

I haven't agonized about getting older since my late 40s.. firmly believing it is a true blessing to get older because so many wonderful people are not given that chance. I will admit that I continued to color my medium to dark brown hair with blonde highlights until last March, I wish I had stopped sooner because now I have a few thick bands of my natural color bordered by areas streaked white and gray from about my ears back . Around my face, I have almost all white for my bangs left of my center part and on the right side my bangs are streaks of white, gray and my natural color and my hair from eye level down framing my face is whitish/blonde. I love mother nature's color choices better than anything applied at the salon !

At some point over the last couple of years, I have let go of a lot of the trivial issues that used to worry me. I do worry about ageing ... not getting older but ageing and how quickly 20 years can fly by - I would be 83. I worry about who will look after my daughter with CRPS and how my youngest is only 28 yrs old and how much I hope I am still around when he turns 60. That leads me to worrying about how much care I might need at 95 and then I tell myself to stop counting down the future and enjoy the moments I have now.

You are aware that sometimes my life gets very busy and often stressful with 5 kids and 4 grandchildren and extended family.. and I get tired and moan about needing some "me" time but I cherish every minute of it. Every day, I am here to be a mom, grandma, sister, cousin, aunt and friend is a cherished gift.

Truth be told - these days my most worrying thought of the day is trying to decide if I want to lose 10 lbs to better fit into my clothes or gain 10 lbs to better fit into my wrinkles.. lolol

A Very Happy Birthday to you my dear friend! I do understand losing or gaining a yr or two, now and then. I do it myself. I have to consciously tell myself how old I am.

Yes, you are so right, Mother Nature does amazing things with our hair. I did have Covid hair like the other anon mentioned. Then when I could get it coloured again, I went and had it done. It seemed to take forever, and then I decided I had no patience to sit in the chair. So stopped. I do get a “spit and shine” (as I call it).

Worrying about loved ones when we are gone. You know, I remember talking with my dad about that. He told me this…”when I am gone to heaven, God will make sure to keep things running down here for you”. Life will keep going when I am gone. God will have everything already figured out for everyone”.

I can remember asking my mom once in awhile….”what will I do when you are gone?”…..she would say..”you will be ok”. When she was in the hospital dying, one night I asked her “what will I do when you are gone.?” She said “I don’t know”. Well, when she said that I froze, it seriously scared me. Then I realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Only God knew what I would do without her. After she passed, I felt her with me…I still do. My sister told me to “always remember whose daughter I am, because that is what will keep me going”. We can’t spend time worrying about our loved ones after we are gone. If we do that, it will take away the real pleasure we have with them. Fear of the unknown is sneaky. It can overtake us and paralyze us….we have to let it go, we have trust that God will take care of them, as he took care of us when we have lost our parents. It will be ok.

I don’t spend anytime worrying about clothes….if they don’t fit…it is the dryer’s fault. Wrinkles? No, I don’t do wrinkles. If you believe they exist…they will show up! They don’t exist in my mind. Not allowed! Love and hugs to you! Happy Birthday!

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Hope you're doing well <3 I saw that person ask about Larissa being an actual mom, h'bout she had an affair in her later years and has a son (she's a single mom... for now) who's around 8-10 yrs old and he's usually in school when she works- but during weekends she brings him to Nevermore? Maybe the story can be set during the parents weekend so it can shock Morticia 😂Thank you! Tbh just do as you wish with the prompt, I like ur creativity :D!

Larissa Weems’ Son

Authors Note: anon this request is amazing and you made me laugh bc i know i was absolutely crazy with my post about timelines of having kids xD i based this little boy after my sweet little neighbor boy

“Come on, bubby.” Larissa lovingly called to her son, using one of her many terms of endearment. George dashed down the hallway behind her, bound in his arms was his massive Encyclopedia of Sharks.

“Awh, mom. Can’t I stay in your office?” He whined, taking ahold of her hand and clumsily tucking the big book beneath his arm.

“Georgie, last time I left you in my office, you pulled out all the Nevermore historical artifacts and broke something.” Larissa teased. Her son was as deeply interested in history and science as she had been when she was his age.

He remained silent, a scowl gracing his features. He looked so much like his mother, his white blonde hair and nose, but his eyes were a reminder of Larissa’s drunken one-night stand with his father. They were a brilliant green. Regardless of who he got them from, she absolutely adored his sweet green eyes.

When they reached the quad, the older kids excitedly took him from Larissa. They loved doting on him and talking to him about all the things he read about. He went on and on about sharks and sea life, sometimes he even switched subjects to talk about what he would do if there was a zombie apocalypse. Enid Sinclair was one student in particular that loved George. She would sit with him for hours and listen to him talk, even actively participate in discussions about zombies.

Larissa left her son be with the students, knowing they would take wonderful care of him. She made it a point to mingle with various parents and guardians. Every so often she would glance back over to George as he sat between Yoko and Enid, enjoying his book.

It was the time she glanced over at him and saw Morticia Addams bending over the picnic table to speak to Georgie that Larissa knew she should check on him.

Larissa approached Georgie from behind, placing her hands on his small shoulders. He glanced up at her for only a moment before going back to telling Yoko about the intricacies of shark buoyancy.

“Larissa! Wonderful to see you. I didn’t know we were taking students this young.” Morticia was quick to the point, knowing exactly that this line of conversation would indirectly expose why this boy looked just like Larissa.

Larissa put on her best diplomatic smile and introduced her son, “This is my son, George.”

It was still no less shocking to hear. Morticia suspected this boy belonged to Larissa, but she also never expected her old roommate to have children. Her jaw hung open for a moment and she spoke again, her tone more genuine than cutting, “I’m really happy for you, Larissa.”

Larissa was taken aback. It wasn’t everyday that she received a statement from Morticia Addams that wasn’t tainted with a second meaning.

“Thank you, Morticia. He has been my greatest accomplishment.” Larissa raised a gloved hand to his blond locks and gently stroked his hair.

Morticia glanced to her husband and two kids. Pugsley and Gomez seemed to be chatting while Wednesday wore her usual look of annoyance, “I totally understand what you mean.”

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #oneshot #morticia addams

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