#HERE HE IS! MY SON!!! this is..what? fourth year i managed to do something for him? im running out of stuff to say but i still

[chidoroki]

January 15th - Happy Birthday Ray - ft: his tvtropes

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn ray #ray #my edits #HERE HE IS! MY SON!!! this is..what? fourth year i managed to do something for him? im running out of stuff to say but i still #got a lot of love for him. i really wish i couldve picked more panels from post-escape but theres just so much development he goes #through during the first arcs. its kinda bittersweet? like of course he has his moments later on in the story but theyre not as grand #as all his actions while at GF. but its also great because its those early arcs that are so memorable and arguable the best in the #series. so thankfully those were lucky enough to be animated properly so we can see my boy truly shine like the best boy he is.

[hailsatanacab]

I'm a sucker for Twin Reveals, idk if you know that. So I have to ask about "you're joking, right? gala pranking turned twin reveal"

ngl this is the flavour of the month for me rn, I've really hopped straight back on the demon twins au with a passion! you get 500 words of the intro here because I have no restraint :)

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Tonight is becoming, as often happens with a gala, a dismal affair.

Bruce has (finally) managed to extract himself from a torturous conversation with Mrs. Johnson, and is allowing himself a quiet breath with a glass of apple juice masquerading as whiskey when someone taps him on his shoulder.

“Mr. Wayne?”

It’s a voice he recognises, despite only meeting the man once. He doesn’t groan—he even resists the urge to throw his glass at him and make a break for it—but it’s a close affair. He’s not Superman, after all, and there’s a limit to his strength.

With a deep breath and the customary ditzy smile of Brucie Wayne plastered on his face, he turns towards Mr. Masters.

Only to immediately freeze.

“Ah, yes, I don’t believe you’ve met.” Mr. Masters turns and presents a young boy to him, gently pushing him forward slightly. His dark hair is ruffled and there’s a thunderous look on his face as he flashes Bruce a glare before stubbornly fixing his gaze back on the floor. “May I introduce to you my son, Daniel Masters?”

This is the fourth gala Vladimir Masters has been to since his reintroduction into high society, only the second one he and Bruce have attended together, and, as Bruce is silently lamenting, there is still so little known about the man. Yet, he doesn’t strike Bruce as someone that would pull a joke like this.

After 20 years locked away in his house suffering from an unnamed illness, his return had been completely unexpected and not entirely welcome, from what Bruce has heard. Too many years spent away shrouded in mystery has people weary about forging new connections, but his recent successes with his business might persuade a few brave—or foolhardy—individuals into making some investments.

Which must be why he’s now back on the gala scene.

Which must be why he’s chosen to become Mayor of a little unknown town in Illinois, as baffling as the choice may be.

Which must be why he’s pulling this stunt. This practical joke. Something to break the ice, to share a laugh with Bruce. To start a conversation.

The only real question is why Damian is going along with it.

“I’m sorry?” Bruce says, chuckling awkwardly.

Poor Damian looks just about ready to pull out a sword and start swinging, so perhaps he’s not as comfortable in going along with it as Bruce first thought. There's a tension in his shoulders, his whole body as taut as a bow string. Did Dick put him up to this? It’s definitely something his eldest would find funny.

“My son, Daniel. Daniel, say hello to Mr. Wayne.” There’s a flash of annoyance in Mr. Masters’ eyes as he gives Damian another nudge to introduce himself.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne.” Damian growls out, eyes still stubbornly lowered, his jaw tensing painfully. His voice sounds different, almost like he’s affecting Mr. Masters’ accent. Just what is he playing at? Bruce is struggling to find the funny side in all this.

Is this a case they’re working on? Not a prank, but rather some investigation that Bruce isn’t privy to? It wouldn’t be the first time his children have kept him out of the loop, but to do it in a gala, and a Wayne gala at that, where they’re sure to be recognised…

No, it has to be a joke. They’re planning to embarrass him, they have to be.

#dpxdc #i chickened out and put it under a read more which then made me add more to the snippet haha #i was 'working' on this in the shower and then got out and immediately forgot everything i thought should happen next 😔 rip me #demon twins au #oh man it gets so juicy it gets so juicy vlad is a dick and bruce's 'dad-vision' is activated fairly quick ahhh!

[izvmimi]

a surprising truth unfurls itself in front of you as you stand behind the mountain of a man that is your coffee date, waiting patiently for him to finish clearing his throat, then hear his voice fall to a paltry fourth of his normal speaking volume -

- former #1 hero Endeavor is too shy to order himself a coffee.

armed with that knowledge, you settle into the seat across from him, watching him slide in awkwardly in the booth across from you. shoulders slumped, he looks less like the grandiose being he once was, or perhaps it's because he's forgone the flaming mustache you've once though ridiculous. you giggle to yourself, and he looks up from where he stared into his steaming cup, to meet your gaze.

"what's so funny?" he asks.

between you are too many scones, pain au chocolats, and the like; far more than a normal pair of individuals could beat to share between the two of them. nevertheless you reach for a scone, and take a bite. he watches a little too intently as the pastry crumbles, a bit dropping into the bosom of your sweater - you look down and he quickly looks away, sheepishly.

"mm?"

"n-nothing."

endeavor's hands rest around the small americano and their size look comical in comparison around the tiny cup. he still hasn't figured out something to say and you consider striking up more of a conversation, but you have the feeling that anything said out of place will make him sweat entirely out of that turtleneck.

why is he so nervous? you wonder.

"you know, if you were going to ask me on this date, i expected you would... at least talk to me a little."

you lean in as you say so and he remains somewhat stoic. his hands are still around the cup; your hands now rest on your hazelnut latte, mirroring the action.

enji had not thought this far. it's been the first time he's been on a genuine date after years, and he only realizes now that he can't remember the last time he's truly ever been on one; after all, he did not court rei...

... but that's another story.

"do you come here often?" is the only thing he manages to say.

you look at him, blinking, then pause, and against your better judgement you laugh.

enji quickly becomes as red as his hair, and you catch yourself, then reach for his hand, tapping the back of his palm gently. it's meant to be a kind gesture but is oddly intimate in this small, quiet corner of the shop. you feel something warm for a moment, then quickly let go.

"yes, this is my favorite shop if you must know. that's why i recommended it." you take sip of your coffee and bid that he take one as well. he does and nods.

"best coffee in the city right?"

"possibly."

he's measured in his words still, the classic way an older man handles embarrassment. you finally decide it's time to rip the bandaid.

"enji, it's okay to be embarrassed."

he gives you a look, and you can tell he's about to disagree, but you keep going.

"it's been a while for me, too."

he remains silent, then looks out the window. outside, just where both of you can see, there is a crosswalk and a large billboard showing a cast of heroes, one of which is his own son. he isn't looking at them in the picture, but he could be, taunting him, reminding him of his mistakes in all manners of love.

then he turns and looks at you, and while you are about the same age as his prized son, and perhaps more appropriate, he hasn't had the chance to fail you yet.

and perhaps he shouldn't anticipate it.

he's redeemed himself in some ways, why not give himself this chance?

he takes a sip of the americano again, and its bitterness gives way to a sweet warmth. he makes his best attempt at a smile.

"i'll try my best," he starts. you grin.

"okay. tell me about yourself."

#endeavor x reader #enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

[alltoowelltom]

hey, pumpkin

a sneaky little bartender!tom gif never hurt anyone

x

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"Do they sell turkeys at Tesco?" you ask Tom, looking up from your phone.

Tom snorts, before realizing you're serious.

"What do you want a turkey for, love?" He asks, turning away from the golf match on the TV and placing a hand on your ankle where your feet rest in his lap.

"For Thanksgiving, obviously."

Tom sighs, leaning forward and knocking his head lightly on your bent knees dramatically.

"We talked about this, Y/N. We're in England, we don't do Thanksgiving here."

"No, we agreed not to do Fourth of July,' you remind him. "We never talked about Thanksgiving."

Tom turns back to the TV, thinking the conversation is over. It isn’t.

"This year is Miles' first Thanksgiving," you continue. "I know that you guys don't celebrate it, but it's important to me that he gets to experience it too. Plus, I already invited your family and they agreed."

You're interrupted by a whine that turns into a cry from the baby monitor on the coffee table.

"I'll get him, you stay there." says Tom, pushing you gently back onto the couch when you move to stand. You smile gratefully at him, and as he gets to the doorway he stops, sensing you pouting from behind him.

Although Tom had agreed to hosting a Thanksgiving celebration, that didn't stop him from acting about the same age as your baby during preparations. As you shopped for the food for the meal Tom followed you around, dragging his feet and whispering playful jokes to Miles who was safely strapped to his chest in the baby carrier. His only redeeming action was how he stole the shopping trolley from you as soon as you turned to grab something from a shelf, insisting that he and Miles could manage pushing it for you.

"Alright, alright," he sighs, turning around. "We can do Thanksgiving if you want. But I can't promise I'll love it."

.。.:・°

"Are you turning our son against me?" you ask, hearing Tom whisper another joke to your baby. Miles grinned, babbling in joy at his dad's attention.

"Dude, stop it!" you say, gently poking one finger on each of Miles' chubby cheeks. "Stop agreeing with your dork of a dad, you don't even understand him yet!"

Miles only giggled harder, trying to put his tiny mouth around the tip of your finger.

He was even less help while you cooked the meal. He insisted on making Yorkshire puddings to go with the turkey, despite you explaining they did not go.

"Of course I'm not turning him against you," Tom says, rolling his eyes as if you've accused him of some terrible crime. "I'm simply trying to turn him against superficial American traditions and keep him the good English lad he is."

.。.:・°

He sauntered into the kitchen as you were sorting out the turkey's stuffing.

"Hi," you say, watching as he opened the pantry and rifled through.

"Where's the bloody- ah, here they are." He keeps his back to you on the other side of the kitchen, getting a large plate out of the cupboard.

"Tom, what are you doing?" you ask, hearing the crackle of plastic wrap while he struggled with the packaging.

He doesn't answer verbally, picking up his plate and turning around, presenting it with a flourish.

"Ta-da!"

You frown.

"Cookies? What are you doing with cookies?"

Tom rolls his eyes, placing the plate on the centre of the large dining table.

"They're not cookies, they're Jaffa Cakes." He says proudly.

You swat him out of the kitchen.

"Go look after your son and quit messing with my meal."

"He's playing building bricks with Baz." Tom laughs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before dodging your playful swats and heading back to the living room.

Sam and Paddy come into the kitchen as Tom leaves, raising their eyebrows and hoping to hear a quick roast of their eldest brother.

"Fuckin' Tom," Sam laughs. "Do you want some actual help from some real Holland men?"

"This looks wonderful Y/N," Nikki says as everyone settles around the table, Miles in his high chair between you and Tom. He's the real star of the show, sitting sweetly in his babygrow patterned with tiny pumpkins that was technically Halloween themed, but still festive and seasonally relevant.

You laugh, putting them to work on cutting vegetables for you.

.。.:・°

"Yeah, the Jaffa Cake plate is a nice touch," says Harry, snickering at Tom.

"Mm, and the Yorkshire pud is very appropriate," Sam adds, reaching across to flick his eldest brother in the head.

"Boys," Dom scolds. "Shut it. Now Y/N, you lead us Brits in how we go about this."

"And quickly, because I'm very intrigued by this cornbread thingie." says Paddy.

"Well-" you begin, sighing when Tom hops up from his seat. "Oh God," you say. "What now?"

Tom heads into the kitchen, and you hear the clatter of mugs and the click of the kettle.

"Does anyone fancy a tea with their Thanksgiving dinner?" he asks innocently.

"Tom!" you all but shriek, bringing a hand to your head. "Are you intent on ruining this?!"

Tom blinks at your reaction. He'd thought he was being quite funny actually. So why did you seem so agitated?

"Tom, baby, can I speak to you in the other room quickly?" you say through gritted teeth.

You put a hand on his back, pushing him into the large walk in pantry and closing the door as Harry and Sam lean over your vacant seats, trying to tempt Miles with a roast potato who only laughs and smacks his tiny hands against his high chair tray in glee.

"What's going on, darling?" Tom asks in the dim privacy of the pantry, surrounded by containers of cereal and oats.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask, leaning against a shelf.

"I'm just offering teas around," he says pleasantly. "Why, did you want a coffee instead?"

You roll your eyes.

"You're determined to ruin Thanksgiving. I know you don't really do all the American traditions, but it's really important to me that Miles gets the same holiday experience that I did when I was little," you explain. Tom's face falls as you continue, sensing how much he’d hurt you with his joking around.

"And I love living here with you and Miles and having your family around, but I miss mine, especially around this time of year." you continue. "We agreed we'd go 50/50 on your holidays and traditions vs. mine, so can you please try not to overshadow mine?"

Tom nods quietly, guilt swallowing his features as he listens. He really hadn't meant to upset you, he'd thought the competition of Thanksgiving vs. No Thanksgiving was all in good spirits but apparently he still had to work on sensing when a joke had gone too far.

"I'm really sorry, darling." he says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You lean into him, hugging his waist and burying your face into his shirt. "I guess I take for granted sometimes how lucky I am to have you and Miles in our little family that I don't think about how much you miss your own family back in the states."

You squeeze his waist one last time before taking a deep breath and pulling back from the hug.

"Right," he says, taking your hand in his. "We'd better get back out there before the troops start a mutiny."

You giggle, leaning into his side and basking in the sound of your toddler giggling at the table surrounded by his uncles and grandparents.

"Oh and hey," Tom whispers as you both make your way through the kitchen back to the dining room, still leaning into each other. "I bet we can scrounge up a babysitter from this lot after dinner so we can fulfill another Thanksgiving tradition of a long nap after eating, yeah?"

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thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging as it really helps a writer out <3

#tom holland x reader #dad!tom #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland blurb #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland fic #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfic #tom holland oneshot

[cienie-isengardu]

@sakairz129 commented on She [mother] would...

I have a couple of doubts. I know the history of mk from the ninth game, so I don't know much about the previous games and stories. I didn't know that they had a sister or what happened to their mother, could someone explain to me? 😭

Sure, I will do my best!

Mortal Kombat 9 (2011) is the reboot that started the alternative timeline, in which Kuai Liang and Bi-Han were abducted as children and trained to be Lin Kuei assassins.

"An assassin of the Lin Kuei clan, Kuai Liang commands the power of ice and cold. Unlike other members of his clan, he and his older brother, Bi-Han, were abducted as children by the Lin Kuei and trained in the techniques of assassination throughout their lives. [...] (source: Sub-Zero’s MK9!BIO)

In this timeline, we don’t have much information about Bi-Han & Kuai Liang’s biological family besides this BIO and MK11’s intro dialogues (Noob vs Sub-Zero, Sub-Zero mirror matches) that mention their grandfather was a Sub-Zero before them.

Original timeline usually described Bi-Han and Kuai Liang’s origin as unknown however the Bi-Han-centric game Sub-Zero: Mythologies provided more detailed backstory:

Somewhere in the northern most parts of Asia, there exists a secret clan of assassins and thieves known as the Lin Kuei. This group has existed for centuries and thrives on the evil intention of the people who pay for their services. Its warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence [...] Born in America, Sub-Zero was the oldest of three children, which included a brother and sister. Their mother wanted a normal life for her sons, who had already been chosen by the Lin Kuei to become warriors for the clan. She tried in vein to hide them from their father whose own life in America was only a cover for his true identity and purpose. Eventually they were found and their father returned with them to his homeland. Their mother and sister were never seen or heard from again. Sub-Zero learned of his ability as a young adult. It was passed on to him by his father, a fourth generation Lin Kuei warrior himself. The ability to harness the element of cold is one that takes years of practice. It's full potential realized only by those who've mastered it at the latest stages of life. Sub-Zero's skills have the ability to develop much faster than those of the other Lin Kuei. This was realized by the Lin Kuei Grandmasters who picked the young warrior to take his deceased father's place as the next Sub-Zero. (Source: mythologies.dragondata.com or mksecrets.net)

The source is not clear if Bi-Han & Kuai Liang's mother was a Lin Kuei herself or if she was a "normal" woman married to working under cover Lin Kuei assassin. We know only that she didn't want her sons to be used by the clan and tried save her kids. Sadly, her fate is not confirmed either, as the "never seen or heard again" may means Bi-Han's mother and the youngest sister were killed or (hopefully) they managed to run away and hide well enough to never beed found by Lin Kuei.

Please keep in mind I know this backstory from those two websites - I suspect this originally comes from Sub-Zero: Mythologies Prima Guide or something like, but sadly I do not own a copy to confirm - or deny - it. However, the mythologies.dragondata.com is listed on wikipedia as an official Sub-Zero: Mythologies website and its archived version you can check out for yourself here.

I personally, until proven wrong, assume this is an official original Bi-Han & Kuai Liang's backstory.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #lin kuei #my replies #i do have some screenshoots from sub-zero mythologies and the little bits fits the text posted on those sites #so until proven wrong #i'm gonna stick to it

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

Guess what happened! You'll never guess. Ever.

I wished for one thing during my trip really, really hard and so hard it became a canon event. The only thing I didn't get was a warm chamber- the fire place exists, but is not lit. The company I wished for, you asked? Well, since it is not hostile, but DEAD, I guess that also counts as granted.

Call me nothing but a lucky bastard.

Transcript of the first and second page: I don't know how I ended up here, I just wished upon something, but this is where the pool and the rooms afterwards lead to. It's a moist, dusty and abandoned libarary and there are statues of knights all over the place. The flags of the LV are red with a yellow LV-logo on them, I have never seen this combination before. Some book shelves had axes and swords on top of them, draped on the wall.The shelves were covered in cobwebs, dust and felt like they hadn't been moved in forever, in centuries for sure. The books in there are barely movable.

The knights that wore just armor had spears and a coat on top of the upper armor. Obviously it's the LV armor they used in their meetings and secret order doings. Dusty but not rusty, you know. On the floor were two mummier, I swear I jerked when I saw them. They were in front of the stairs leading to a statue next to a cracked wall. They looked as if they were in a deep slumber- and had redently been awaken. They also wore Lux Veritatis prints on their armors and both were male. The order might really have been males only which inherit to their sons.

Transcript of the third and fourth page: I think this was the fire place? It has statues of two lions on top. It might be a reference to the Golden Lion on Eckhardt's diary pages. But he isn't a member of the Lux veritatis, maybe he just used this room as sort of a message? As a payback perhaps? He conquered the LV even in their libraries, yet they still exist to this day and fight him. He intruded into their chamber of knowledge, all their secrets and magic rituals. Too bad I cannot open a book, they are sticking so close together and if I manage to open it, I'm unable to understand the language. Someone please translate that if they can read an angelic alphabet...?

I wonder if Vasiley has ever been here. I know he has ties to the Lux Veritatis, yet I'm not sure if he's a blood-related member, an ex-member, just someone appropriating the order...? What if he really was a member of them. That would explain his death- such bloody and cruel murder is personal. It suits the Montrum killings, which had ties to Carvier, to von Croy, to the Obscura Paintings, to Lara Croft and Kurtis Trent. If Eckhardt really tried to wipe out the order, his enemy for the last 500 years, os he even done yet? Kurtis is alive, last time I checked, as far as I could...check.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: On the right side of the room was a table with a skeleton and a book, with a lit(!) candle: 1. someone died here and has been here for a while now. I guess he's an LV 2. That's the page Vasiley has a replicate of in his house! He has to be connected to the LV, no way this is not the case. 3. There's a castle at the top of the page. Is this a nephilim in the middle? I took photos to examine the pages better.

Here's a list of books on the shelves:

too many Latin books I cannot read

BUT I have some information on the two open book pages on the table. Seeing the picture with the Periapt Shards up close will be a lot more useful than a bad scan

I get this is an LV hideout, but Eckhardt is an alchemist. Would he just stay here and read stuff or wouldn't he have his own laboratory? At least that's what I would do. I'll search around a bit more, my company is dead and dead people don't move

I found something! There's a whole lot about the Black Alchemist's weapons! And I know it has to be Eckhardt. They know about him, too!

He exists, they exist, I'm on a ride!

Transcript of the eighth page: Here it is, finally, I got my hands on this book and could take a photo up close. Carvier would be jealous- it's such a pity what happened to her. I need to be looking forward. So: these knives were indead the Periapt Shards, I can distinguish the lion heads. The dude in the middle is not a dude, it has to be a lion. Which dies if it is stabed by the shards, hence the deflating expression. The quote below is the one Eckhardt used in his diary- the Golden Lion, bla bla, taking over the world, you get it. The symbols in the corners are weird and I can only assume what it is. A sleeping winged dog, a crow, a man holding two snakes and a winged beast with a human (?). The LV-logo above obviously triumphs over the evil lion, which has to be Eckhardt. Maybe even including his following, I've collected photos of theses people. Seems like their rivalry has been going on for forever until someone- the last Lux Veritatis or the last Nephilim/Eckhardt dies.

Transcript of the tenth page: Castle Bouzor, here we go again! That's the castle I had been looking into, the one I had contacted. This thing in the middle has elongated arms and legs, I think that's supposed to be a nephilim. Especially with the figure in the right lower corner, I think that's a human being in its regular size as a comparison. Maybe the nephilim isn't crucified, but rather sinking...down? Down to earth? The texts about nephili taking over the world weren't particularly kind and low on violence. The text in the lower corner is another written in an angelic alphabet, something I haven't learned yet and I assume I never will unless I decide to make a pact with them. I doubt I ever will do that...I think the pages were to be read left-right. So on the left side we see what humanity will be threatened by if nothing happens, and the right page shows how to avoid doomsday- the Shards that kill evil. They're parts of a talisman, I wonder what happens if you put them together?

I still have some books to go through and pictures to take photos of and hoping my film will not run out, otherwise I'd have to start drawing whatever I see.

I have noticed however that there is no real way out of here. The way I came from is open and I guess I won't die out of thirst, but other than that I haven't seen a door. Maybe there's a secret switch or something? I have something to do after taking all these notes. Maybe I'll wish for something again, or...maybe I shouldn't try my luck.

#angel of darkness #journal #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider angel of darkness #tomb raider series #aod #classic tr #lara croft #classic tomb raider

[midnight1404]

1, 6, 7, 16, 19, 27, 28, 29!

Well, this was my first year dong fanfiction so following my word count (without counting three comms of 5k words that i didnt upload) i write 65, 993 words this year!!! yippy!!

6. To my surprise, that will be "As we fall (You will be part of me)" my poem collection that i have a little abandoned (but i will be back tho heheheh :3)

7. Well tbh, with a few exceptions, i almost never use song lyrics as titles so for now i don't an especial artist that i use the most (but i predict that one will be surely Breaking Benjamin or Ethel Cain surely)

16. Taking out the obvious ones like Dead dove, incest, etc. I'm proud that tag is "Catholic imagery" and "Daddy issues"

19. I can say jakelo? nah, just kidding...I think bessides my otp, im interested in explore more Quaritch's charcter in different angles and obviously i will do it along with Lo'ak (and maybe Taliya bc i just like imagine Q with someone he can't stand.)

27. I can't explain it very well, is a mess without a real order, is just a mix of Crystal Castles, Breaking Benjamin (or rock in general), Mitski, etc.

28. The Offspring and My Sab's gift one-shot (that is coming)

29.I have two coming from my two first works ever, and i cant chose just one so here it is:

The first one comes from the fourth chapter of A Father's child (my first fanfic, pls dont read it, is bad compared to my other works.), and i hold it close to my heart bc summarizes one of the main reasons why im so fixated in Lo'ak and Jake's relathionship, how difficult and fuck up it is, where there is intense amount of love but also a lot of past, guilt, and ghosts:

“I know that I’m a failure to you…” Lo’ak says with a broken voice, a single tear falls from his eye. “But is a lot of begging to look at me? Not as Toruk makto’s soldier or the kid that you were once time ago but as your son, Father….” More tears fall through his face, his voice cracking. “I’m your son, an imperfect one.”

 Jake thinks that statement it’s a cruel joke. Every time that he sees Lo’ak since his birth, the first sentence that come always to Jake’s mind is My child. The single one from his children of blood that came to this world with five fingers and eyebrows, the one who is stubborn and capable of jump to the danger without think twice, just like Jake.

"Neteyam is his pride, Kiri his empathy and Tuk his kindness. Lo’ak is the child that could have been born just from Jake’s rib. Jake Sully’s child in appearance, blood and heart.

Jake is scared for him because of that, the last thing that he desires for his boy is the same road and mistakes.

Ending with stained hands and uncountable sins. That simple thought makes Jake want to eat Lo'ak to make him reborn without the curse of being like Jake Sully."

The second one is from the sixth chapter of Look at me (on the horns of a dilemma), this one is mortly bc i suffered writing this with my impostor sindrome hitting me in my guts while my lack of english was not helping me at all, writing something more ambicious than i did before, and im proud that atleast i made to not gave up in it in the process.

"“After days spent doubtful and afraid, Fabian made the decision to free his little brother from Christian’s claws. So, in the dead of night when the eldest boy returned to the house, Fabian mustered the courage to sneak into his brother’s room and steal the shed’s key. When he managed to grab the keys without making noise, he didn't waste any time and ran to the shed so fast his legs ached. He opened the door with trembling hands, but what he was met with was not something he recognized as his brother.”

Lo’ak doesn’t want to feel like he’s walking in a tightrope anymore. He doesn’t want to feel like every breath he takes is a step closer to falling into a void, never to see the sun again. Lo’ak wants to be capable of at least knowing what he really wants for his future, something that is not swimming.

“A chained wolf-beast was what he saw. A beast with a big mouth that contained deadly, stained fangs. A beast with claws that appeared larger than Fabian’s head. It began to growl, which let out a putrid scent from its mouth. The boy froze in front of the thing that he once called a child, staring into its eyes. Dark, foggy-red orbs replacing the warm amber, erasing any trace of innocence, leaving only the dreadful ferocity. Fabian would have begun to cry if not for the sudden sound of the door closing. His heart stopped when he tried to open it and found out that it was locked. He started to scream, begging to be let out. This seemed to irritate the beast behind him, its growls getting louder with every cry. He heard Christian’s voice through the other side of the door, ‘This is what happens when you don’t listen’.”

Lo’ak is aware that the people around him would not even stand him being their sight if they knew about his forbidden lust and he understands why.

“No matter how Fabian begged or cried or screamed, Christian, the perfect son and brother, left his little brother trapped with a monster that, with the sunrise, would wake up as a kid again. A kid that would wake up with blood coating his skin and a new corpse that wasn’t from a sheep.”

But the Sully's middle child can’t stop thinking about his younger self. If the kid that Lo’ak was could see him in the present, what would his impression be?"

Thanks for the asks!!!

#moots #asks games #my writing

[damonjuicyscock]

Pictures of You-Epilogue (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 00's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language (as per usual), angst (Liam being beaten up in Munich d'you know what I mean?), fluff, maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 2141

Summary: You are Oasis's official photographer and Liam Gallagher's wife. The Munich incident happens and Liam 30's are approaching...

A/N: Heya ! Hope you're all doing fine. Here is the Epilogue *Sigh* This fan fic meant a lot to me as I put a part of my illnesses in it. I hope you enjoyed it. I start writing the Noels one, but it won't come yet, so I publish some requested oneshots during at least 2 weeks.

I also decided to establish a new little something. There will now be 3 requested oneshots per month and on the fourth week, there will be one of mine. Also, once per month you'll be able to ask questions, anything you want, I've got nothing to hide ! The first Ask me will start this weekend!

Anyway, enjoy this epilogue, love y'all

(Yes, these are THE pictures from when he got arrested)

2002:

Two years had passed, and Liam was about to turn 30.

We had another son the year before, that we called Gene.

I was my husband’s and sons superhero. Being a mom of two and Oasis’s official photographer at the same time gave me this title.

Noel and Meg had divorced, she claimed that Noel had cheated on her with his new girlfriend, which wasn’t true at all. Noel would never have cheated on her.

I was sad in a way, even if I was still seeing Meg on my side.

After Gene’s birth, I was forced to go to Saint Ann’s again, having a big post-partum depression. And I attempted to my life once again.

But Liam and all my in-law family were a big support, and I got better.

And Liam also was a hero to my eyes, because he managed to take care of a 2 year old toddler and of a 3 months baby.

And as per usual, after a relapse, I was rising for the ashes like a damn phoenix.

But Liam still could act like a kid.

I think you probably heard about Munich 2002. Damn, I hated when things were going like this, but after all, I married a rock star.

December 1st 2002- Munich:

After the gig, while I came back to the hotel, exhausted to take care of my children, Liam, Alan and two of their friends went to party in the nightclub attached to the hotel. Liam started flicking peanuts at the wrong table. The men receiving these peanuts actually were members of a local mafia.

Their leader knocked out two bodyguards with a brass standing ashtray and Liam kept repeating he was just messing around and laughing. But Liam still kept forgetting that his humour wasn’t to everyone’s taste.

These mafia locals were researched by the police and thanks to Liam, this night, they were arrested. But Liam, Alan and their friends also were, because my dear husband decided to assault a police officer who was trying to pull other people apart. Liam was a bit hurt, losing his front teeth in the fight.

I received a phone call at 3am, which woke Gene up and caused him to start crying.

I didn’t answer the phone and went to pick my son. It also woke Lennon up, hearing his brother cry.

Mama…

It’s okay Lennon, I’m taking Gene with me, you can sleep love.

Kiss? He asked, holding out his little arms to me

Of course, sweetie.

I kissed his forehead and caressed his head.

Sleep tight. I said with a smile

I went back to my part of the suite and the phone rang again.

While I was breastfeeding Gene, I answered the call.

Hallo? I tried in German

Hey love, it’s me. I heard Liam say

Liam it’s 3 am. Did you forget your key or? I asked, fed up

Not exactly, I’ve been arrested by the cops, can ye pick me up at the police station please? Bring me chequebook

Oh for fuck’s sake, wat have you done again?

Love, I’d like to chat with ye but I don’t have the fucking time for this shit so just come please. He mumbled

Okay, just give me the time to take the kids to Noel or Maggie and to take a taxi.

I didn’t even listen to what he said next and hang up.

As the band’s manager, Maggie had to come with me. So we went to knock at Noel’s door. When he saw us with Lennon and Gene, he immediately understood.

Oh fer fuck’s sake, what did he do again? He asked, his arms crossed

Got arrested. We’re going to pick them up at the police station.

Them?

Alan got arrested too. Maggie answered

Fer fuck’s sake… Okay, I won’t make any comments ‘bout that. Give me me nephews, ye know I’ll take care of them.

I know, sorry Noely.

It’s not yer fault Y/N.

*

When we arrived at the police station, the police officers did not let us see Liam nor Alan.

Listen guys, I’m Liam Gallagher’s wife, why don’t you let me see him?

We’re waiting for the bloodtest results madam.

What bloodtest?

Madam, your husband is drunk and aggressed one of our colleagues, he broke a lot of furniture, and I can guarantee he was the worst between them all.

How long do we have to wait? Maggie asked

2 or 3 hours.

2 or 3 hours?!

Yes, I’m sorry madam Gallagher. You can take the seats here and a coffee machine is at your disposal.

I sighed.

We waited. I was so exhausted I fell asleep with my head on Maggie’s shoulder.

She woke me up at 6 am.

Y/N, Liam will be free in less than an hour.

Alright.

We have his bloodtest results.

So?

Promise me to remain calm.

Cut the shit and tell me Maggie.

Well, as you already know, he was drunk as fuck. But he also has been tested positive to cocaine.

I’m sorry, what?

Yes, I know Y/N. I know he promised.

He had promised me he had stopped snorting cocaine. He lied to me again. And he would hear about it.

Liam was free 37 minutes after. He approached me, his arms open. I pushed him away.

Do you really think I’m going to let you touch me William? I said dryly

Why are ye so cold?

Seriously?

Huh guys, I’m going to call a taxi. Maggie said, ill at ease when seeing us argue

What’s yer fucking problem Y/N?

Really Liam? The results of your fucking bloodtest!

Oh c’mon Y/N, I was just partying!

Oh so being arrested is partying for you? Is this the model you want to show to our sons?

Oh fuck off, they’ll never know about that!

Because you think our kids are dumb and blind? Don’t you think they see you being high and drunk? Don’t you think they realize it?

Oh shut yer cake’ole Y/N, can’t we just go back to the hotel? I want to fucking sleep.

No Liam. You will sleep, but I’m going back to London and I’m taking the boys with me.

What the fuck are ye saying? Nah, yer staying with me.

No Liam, I can’t. I don’t want you to approach Lennon and Gene as long as you won’t calm down on alcohol and stop cocaine as you promised. You lied to me Liam you betrayed my trusted in you!

C’mon Y/N, I don’t want us to get bad again.

You should have thought about this before Liam.

And what about your job?

I didn’t think about this. I only was thinking about my children.

And what solution do you have?

Help me… Let’s call me mum, she’ll take the boys with her until the end of the tour. But please, don’t leave me.

We can’t call Peggy each time you fuck up. Liam, you’re a father and an adult, you must become responsible.

I know, but one last time, please Y/N.

I thought and sighed.

One last time for this as well Liam. From now on and until you get better, only beers, cigarettes and joints. Nothing else. You have to behave correctly. You might be a rock star, but this rock star is now a husband and a father. And you piss off your wife, kids, brother and band. Time for you to be a cool rockstar.

Already am, me.

I want you to be cooler and better.

*

You may think I had or have high expectations; this isn’t the case. Is wanting to have a healthy relationship, keeping your husband alive the longest time possible and wanting your children to have a clean and responsible father being a high expectation?

For Liam, it wasn’t. He respected everything we talked about, everything I asked after that. I wasn’t spying him if that’s what you’re wondering. He just loved us enough.

His 30th birthday was quickly approaching. I had no idea of what I could do.

But I had his gift. A 10-year-old gift.

Some kind of rewind.

September 21st 2002- London:

For the first time, Liam wanted to spend his birthday at home. He would be absent for an hour or two at 6pm to have a beer with his friends but would come back home early.

I was nervous at the idea of giving him this 10 years old gift.

Wine? No. A child? What the fuck! 10 albums full of pictures I took the past 10 years? Yes. My work compiled in 10 albums, one for each year.

10 albums that would have seen our story grow, like us.

When he arrived, a big box wrapped in gift wrap was waiting for him on the table.

Wow, what the fuck is that?

Your birthday gift. Happy birthday darling.

I don’t know what he was waiting for because he kept staring at it, as if he was in shock.

Are you going to stay like this or are you going to open it?

Oh yea, soz.

He sat and tore of the wrapping paper. He opened the box.

Huh… thank you? I don’t like to read ye know that.

I rolled my eyes.

Open the said first book before speaking you twat.

He opened the book, reading the first page, which was corresponding to my inscription.

“My dear love, 10 albums for the 10 years we’ve been going through. 10 years of laugh, cries and…pictures of you. And the band, of course. But here it’s just you. You and me. You and me and Lennon. You and me and Lennon and Gene. Yeah, I quoted a The Cure song… on purpose. I find it very accurate to define us and the past 10 years. Happy birthday Liam.”

He flipped through the next few pages, taking care to observe each picture. The 1992 album, then the following ones.

I saw him wipe a few tears from time to time and laughed for some pictures.

And when he arrived at the end of the last album, he read the few sentences I wrote.

“Once upon a time, you made me listen to a very beautiful song where you seemed to tell me “Stand by me, nobody knows the way it’s gonna be.” And today, I can myself answer after my works that…

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close How I always held close in your fear Remembering you running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow You screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

Remembering you, fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white, so delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark Remembering you how you used to be Slow drowned, you were angels So much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes, but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart My pictures of you”

Liam came to me and held me tight, sobbing.

Thank ye Y/N, this is the greatest and the best gift someone has ever made for me and offered me.

I love you Li’

Oh how I fucking love you too.

These are my favourite things in the world.

Wot?

You, our family, my job, and my pictures of you.

#liam gallagher oneshot #liam gallagher fanfic #90's liam gallagher #liam and noel #liam gallagher fluff #liam gallagher smut #noel gallagher x reader #oasis band #oasis #Spotify

[brothersapart]

So, hey, nightmares06!

I came from Brothers Unexpected on AO3, and was wondering if there were tidbits on any future stories. I saw that you could apparently "submit story ideas" here, and decided to plant my own twisted, rotten piece of "idea dandelions" right here!

Brothers Unexpected: Meeting of Brothers

What if there was a third or fourth or whatever number part of the story, where Sam, Jacob, and his family get caught up in a situation with a monster. Maybe a demon, spirit or something "simple" like that. By this point, Jacob is about as old as he is in all other iterations of him, around his teens, a bit older. Sam knows a bit about the topic; not that much, but enough to know that they are screwed up. He's panicking, they're all panicking, everything's terrible peachy-keen.

Then Dean shows up not after, since he's working on another, completely irrelevant case (that is totally not related) and manages to find them and save them from getting torn to shreds impending doom. Oscar, by this point, has also become a hunter. Having lived with Dean and John up to this point, he's lost most of his... soft-ness. He's overcome a lot of fears and is as resourceful as it gets. But he still retains at least a bit of the fuzzy personality that makes Oscar, well, Oscar!

So, anyways, queue the conversation about monsters, the discovery of Sam/Oscar, the reveal, and the reunion. All the standard stuff that we all love to read. (I swear it's almost addicting.)

I would love to see how Jacob's parents are going to deal with this. Like:

"Woah, there are tiny people that aren't cursed humans, and, not coincidentally, our (basically) adoptive son's biological brother, who we have sort of been searching for for entire years, also has adopted a tiny non-human. Oh yeah, and they hunt the supernatural, which we may or may not have been putting aside, since it's almost borderline inconceivable."

Man, I spend way too much time fantasizing with this stuff.

Anyways, this time, Sam is the more scared, unsure character. He's lived with a "normal" human family for most of his life now. He can use his knife, he has the basic skills, and he's a proficient learner, but he's severely outmatched by Oscar, who has been hardened by both John and Dean's training, as well as just pure experience.

Now Dean has to connect with Sam, someway, somehow. Will it be with "hunter-ifying" him? Or will it be by slowly easing himself back into a slower-paced, not-a-hunter brother, just for Sam? And when that happens, how will Oscar feel? Like an intruder, or a replacement? How will Jacob feel? Will he be like in Brothers Adopted, and feel like an outsider? WILL JACOB AND OSCAR FORM THE ULTIMATE ALLIANCE?

I have no clue.

But, hey, this was an interesting thought just sitting in my head; I had to blow the seeds somewhere, and I chose here!

Dandelions are pretty. (◉⁠‿⁠◉)

Have a great holiday, and happy late Christmas! (whether you celebrate it, or not.)

Best Regards,

Dev235

(PeepoJuice123)

Oh, every bit of this is amazing to read and imagine, I love it!

We certainly do have a plan for when these two crews intersect at last, and I definitely hope we get far enough into the story for all the !!FUN!! to commence! You certainly got a few bits of it right ;) and they will DEFINITELY run into each other down the line. Where would the fun be if they didn't?!

Any time you feel like throwing around story seeds, we're all here to listen! My readers are just as rabid as we are for finding new ideas and plot bunnies to imagine.

If you want to see how the Brothers Unexpected crew is doing in the far future, after their rediscovery and encounters, we did do a short story with them (They were just too perfect a crew to throw a halloween for):

Just Another Halloween

(Other posts on Brothers Unexpected)

#brothers unexpected #plot bunnies #story ideas #dev235 #PeepoJuice123

[suzuka-akira]

Chance

(click here to read on ao3)

The first time they communicate, it’s on paper that they do.

If you’re planning on cheating in this exam, I’d suggest you refrain from going along with your plan, because I saw what you brought into the exam hall and I think I know what you’re about to do.

- From the student who sits in front of you

That day, Kurusu doesn’t manage to submit what she’d planned to write on the exam paper.

The second time they communicate, a fire almost breaks out between them.

“Thank you so much, you damned son of a bitch.”

Kurusu sticks her leg out in front of her to stop him in his tracks, and the boy in glasses almost trips. She doesn’t care - it’s her final year, and he was the one who, of all things, just had to trip her up on her chances of graduating.

“Did you know that you just cost me my grades?” Kurusu doesn’t even try to conceal the anger in her voice.

“I don’t know about that, but I do know that you almost cost yourself your continued enrolment in the university,” is all he responds. He looks her straight in the eye without so much as a strand of sympathy, and her rage threatens to spill over into her words.

She opens her mouth and it almost does, but he beats her to speaking first.

“I can help you study, though.” He smiles, and Kurusu almost can’t tell if he’s joking. “It’ll cost you nothing.”

A fire had almost broken out between them, but the only fire remaining at this point, is the flush on Kurusu’s face.

The third time they communicate, Kurusu asks a question amidst the math questions on paper they’ve been attempting to solve together for the past hour.

“If you saw me bring in the handwritten notes into the exam hall, why didn’t you tell on me straightaway?” The curiosity spills over from Kurusu’s lips onto her words. “Why did you give me a chance?”

He smiles, and Kurusu can tell he isn’t joking.

“Because I’m a pretty good judge of character, and you don’t look like one to do things without reason.”

A brief silence; eventually, “Thank you so much,” is all Kurusu manages to utter, really meaning it this time.

The fourth time they communicate, no words are needed.

Something green and small is taped to Kurusu’s exam paper; on closer inspection, Kurusu realises it’s a four-leaf clover.

No words are needed, but Kurusu hears his well-wishes loud and clear.

Five minutes till the exam ends, and Kurusu thinks a miracle has occurred.

First of all, she’d actually finished her exam paper ahead of time. That hasn’t even happened on the days she’d cheated.

Secondly, she’d actually knew how to do the questions. Without cheating.

Thirdly, if she hadn’t been designated to sit in this seat, they’d never have met. Maybe she would have been caught cheating the previous round, and expelled immediately. She wouldn’t have found a great study partner (though he really was more a tutor to her than her study partner).

She wouldn't have found the kindest person to ever exist, and she knows she'd be a fool to let him go.

They’d never have met, and the seeds would never have sprouted in Kurusu’s heart.

Thank you so much, are Kurusu’s only thoughts, and they’re her silent words of gratitude to whatever higher being exists - to Fate, to Providence, to the Universe, to Chance, for having let her have the miracle of such a chance encounter; for giving her a chance, as he had, just one semester ago.

They'd met, by a random stroke of chance, and Kurusu almost can’t believe her luck.

Five minutes after the exam ends, a slight commotion seems to be going on behind her.

She thinks it’s just the noise of post-exam discussion, but before she can get up from her seat (eager to thank her Well-Wisher in person), the chief invigilator, an old and high-ranking professor, seems to be…

…walking up to her?

Beside the invigilator is a girl she recognises, and not in the best of ways, because all it does is bring the worst of memories to her recollection.

They’d been in high school when it occurred.

Minami was her best friend - or rather, Kurusu had thought Minami was her best friend, so she trusted her, and told her about her plans to bring her notes into the examination hall. “Maybe I wouldn’t even need to use it, and it’ll just be a good luck charm,” Kurusu had joked.

Turns out, Minami was not her best friend after all, and although Kurusu ended up not using her cheat sheet, her grades were halved thanks to Minami’s report, which is why Kurusu is in a university far from the university of her dreams, in a course far from the course of her dreams. 

Of course she’d struggle in university - mathematics was never what she wanted to do. She'd even had to resort to cheating, for real, and, well, joke's on Minami, the perpetrator of her self-fulfilling prophecy. Three years in, and Kurusu is struggling to graduate. 

More precisely, Kurusu was struggling to graduate, but a miracle had occurred, allowing her to meet Kurata Takezou, her benefactor-turned study partner and tutor, who’d given her a chance; who’d allowed her to give herself a chance.

And before she knew it, she was no longer struggling, and Kurusu almost can’t believe her luck.

She was thriving, and so were the flowers that had started to bloom in her heart.

And no way is she intending to give up this chance…

…but a dark shadow now looms over her and her future, in the form of a girl she recognises from high school, in the worst of ways.

Kurusu can’t believe her luck.

The chief invigilator, accompanied by a girl she wishes she doesn’t know, is walking up to her.

“This student claims she caught you bringing your notes into the exam hall, but dropped in on the ground right before it started.” He brandishes a stack of paper in front of her. Her full name, Kurusu Hiro, is written on it in black pen, and she doesn’t even recognise the handwriting.

“Those aren’t my notes-” she tries, but before she can continue, the professor stops her, not even giving her a chance.

“She said you’d cheated before in your high school final examination. This gives us reason to suspect that you’d do the same, in your university examination-”

A hand smaller and slimmer than his suddenly takes the papers from his hands, and he recoils in shock.

“What are you doing-”

“Those aren’t her notes,” Kurata repeats Kurusu’s words for her, not even giving him a chance to continue speaking. “This is not her handwriting. Also, she doesn’t use black pens. And she’d never write her full name on any paper that isn’t an exam paper.”

Kurusu doesn’t know what to say; not even she had noticed those things about herself.

“She isn’t lying,” comes a voice from behind them - it’s another invigilator, a young professor that Kurusu recognises from one of her Psychology electives. “And neither is he.”

And the chief invigilator argues no further, even if the one who had just spoken is a junior professor, because even he knows better than to go against the better judgment of Takinami Suzuka, aspiring star in the field of criminal psychology and body language, lovingly nicknamed “Prof Lie Detector” by his students.

The fifth time they communicate, it’s after the graduation ceremony that they do.

It’s spring and the cherry blossom trees have bloomed, and so have the flowers in Kurusu’s heart.

But if there is anything more fleeting than cherry blossom flowers, Kurusu doesn’t know what it is. A thin, pink piece falls from above her, landing beside her foot. She fears her chance may suffer the same fate.

There’s a lot she means to tell him - more than thank you and how can I ever repay you and can you continue to spend time with me and I don't think my life will be the same without you and I don't think I will be the same without you and I don't think I can do without you and I want to do something for you and I want to do many things for you, and -

“Will we ever meet again,” is the only thing that escapes her mouth, but her hands speak for her, because she grabs him by the wrist, lest her chance disappears like cherry blossom petals from a tree branch.

(The fifth time they communicate, Kurusu is determined to not let it be their last.)

“Of course,” He smiles, and Kurusu can tell he isn’t joking this time either. He interlaces their fingers together, and Kurusu can’t believe her luck.

“Because I’m a pretty good judge of character, and I'd be a fool to let you go.”

(The fifth time they communicate, is far from their last.)

#kot #kono oto tomare! #kono oto tomare #kono oto tomare fanfiction #kurata takezou #hiro kurusu #takezou x hiro #kurata takezo #takezo x hiro #takezo x hiro fanfiction #takezo x hiro fanfic #kot fanfic #kot fanfiction #この音とまれ! #この音とまれ #takehiro

[redjaybathood]

Jayslade (my first and only, inspired by a discussion in a Sladejay server and a convo I had with @d-xs). It was supposed to be NC-21 but as often happens, I ran out of steam during the setup.

Anyway:

If you wanted Jason to describe to you just how did he end up here, falling out of the highest floor in Titans Tower, bleeding from a stomach wound, with Slade Wilson in his arms... He can tell you, but it's not like it's a rare thing nowadays.

Well. It was a hell out of the first kiss, he can tell you that.

Probably the only thing that is making this different. And only time will tell if the butterflies in his stomach is a "good different" or a "sword wound, but extreme amount of dopamine released in his bloodstream fucking up with his pain perception".

It started when on his way to LA, he met with Talia. Unlike all the other times, she didn't come alone. Trouble followed her. Literal and figurative.

Figurative trouble came first, in the form of a six years old boy with a familiar scowl.

"And who might it be?" He said, completely unnecessary, save for him wanting to see how she would answer that one.

A sword tip pressed to his skin faster than he could move.

"Someone who can pierce your throat for the disrespect," the boy said.

Talia pressed a hand to the boy's shoulder.

"Someone who is on his way to meet his birth father, and so he should start to get used to the rules that are going to be expected from him. Damian, unsheathe the sword only as means of physical defense. Use your words otherwise."

The boy grumbled but put the sword back to its sheath on his back.

"Now, boys, lets get out of the open," Talia clapped her hands.

Jason made a half-bow, gesturing toward his car. Judging by the expression Damian made, he completely missed that it had been ironic.

Jason sighed. He could already tell that the little guy inherited the worst out of both parties involved in his conception.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked Talia after all of them had been seated and put belts on.

In case of Damian, it has been a kids car seat - which, now it made sense Talia asked for one to be installed when he picks them up in the airport. Damian had to put the sword down and right now it was just out of his reach. Jason couldn't help but chuckle - Damian noticed. Judging by his glare, he will remember it forever.

"Why am I bringing my son to meet his father?" Talia raised an eyebrow at him. "Indeed."

"You know what I have in store. You know it's not going to be a picnic for your Beloved. You really want to bring a kid into the mess?"

She waved her hand.

"As you assured me when you asked for my support, your plan ensures the city is to become safer, not more dangerous. Do you have second thoughts about your own tactics? You shouldn't follow through, then."

Jason shut up. If that's how she's going to play it, fine.

LA being what it is, soon enough they hit a traffic jam. He fiddled with radio. Drummed his hands on the wheel. Sneaked a look at Talia. She was immersed in something official-looking on her tablet. Jason only caught "Lexcorp" and "Offer".

He cranes his neck to check how the things were going in backseat.

Blue eyes immediately met his.

"So," Jason said. "What's your favorite book?"

A thump, and windshield broke, with pieces of glass inserting themselves into his back, just as he himself was flying to cover the boy and shoot the attacker. Talia's Kris managed to stop a blade from being embed in his side as he turned again.

In a blink of the eye, Talia was out of the car and Damian - out of his seat, shoving Jason to get at his sword and screwing up his aim. Jason still took out the first attacker, and he noticed Talia piercing the second. Damian hit the third one opening the car door and Jason shot him twice. Fourth and fifth jumped over the car and. The fifth one had been huge, with bulging veins and muscles, probably Venomised. Damian sliced his leg and he didn't even blink, bringing his fists on the boy's head. If Jason didn't tug him back, his scull would probably burst open as a walnut.

"What are you doing? Unhand me!"

Jason didn't listen though, sending a bullet into the Gargantua's chest, which did little more than knock him a few paces back.

Jason took a quick look around. There had been more assassins, crawling closer. Talia was fighting two, currently. She didn't tell her son to run, so probably she didn't see any way out except to fight till the last one, same as he. But, neither Jason saw how the little guy is going to fight them.

"Okay," he picked Damian up and swung him up, so Damian would sit on his neck. "This way you have a better reach to his neck. Let's work together, okay? I can't take him alone."

"I can," the boy said, but still, he listened.

Jason took a position back to back with Talia and continued making sure nobody could get to al Ghuls from his side closer than a bullet wound distance.

"So," Jason said, as the hostiles stopped coming and the police sirens were getting louder. "This is why you travel light."

"We need to leave the car," she inclined her head. Then she raised her hand and gently touched Damian on the wrist of his sword hand (kiddo was still sitting on Jason's neck, still dangling the sword precariously close to his face). "Are you alright, my love?"

"I wasn't afraid," Damian said immediately. "Todd chose to - I was helping him."

"I know, I saw you. You fought bravely, and I am sorry you had to fight at all. But I am asking if you're unharmed, and if you want me to take you down."

"No," Damian let go of Jason's head. "And yes, please."

Jason took the sword and Talia took her son. All of them took a retreat.

They made a pit-stop in a drug store, then Jason bought some clothes. Now, Jason was sporting bright red curls, Talia was looking gorgeous in a men suit and a hat, and Damian's sword was hidden from privy eyes in an elongated gift box.

They checked into a different hotel than Jason reserved. But that was the least of the inconveniences they were going to face now.

"So," Jason sipped orange juice.

They were sitting far away from the other restaurant patrons, and the architecture of the place ensured their voices wouldn't carry.

Talia didn't reply, though. She was carving Damian's meal into smaller pieces while the kid was looking at her with indulgence, as though she needed that far more than he did. He merely allowed it.

Based on how Damian was with his sword, maybe that's how it actually was.

Jason coughed and said louder.

"So!"

Talia sighed and gave the fork and knife back to Damian.

"Yes. Jason. Those were my father's men. Or hired by him in any case, thus allowing us to be attacked with so many witnesses, each of whom potentially could have recorded the incident and posted on social media. Which, in turn, would make it harder for us to reach our destination unnoticed. Or, keep your father from finding out you're alive."

"He really doesn't like me, does he," Jason pursed his lips.

What did he do? He didn't feel like he deserves that negativity yet.

"Grandfather said you're a blight upon the world," Damian said helpfully. "You coming back disrupted the natural order of things."

"Natural order?.. He is an immortal!.."

"Father is very much a mortal man, hence his reliance on the Lazarus's Pit. And he never was closer to feeling his mortality than when he caught up to the fact that I disobeyed his orders continuing to help you, and us, together, decimating his operatives around the world."

"He's not seriously butt-hurt I killed a child slaver, is he?"

"His issue was more with the poisoner. And my insubordination in general. He told me he was too lenient with me for too long," she rubbed her forehead. "And he can forgive a youthful folly, and he can forgive me taking pity on you once. Everything else required a proof of loyalty from me."

"Which was?.."

Talia pressed her lips together. Jason glanced quickly at Damian and back. She closed her eyes in response and when she opened them, there was nothing but determination.

"So, you're going to Gotham."

"I learned the way of Sword and Shadows from my mother," Damian said after he chewed a bite. Jason noticed he shoved carrots to the side. Good to see something of a normal kid in him. "And now I am going to learn the way of the Bat from my father."

"You know, I learned the way of the Bat already. I would rather do swords." Jason looked up at Talia. "Speaking of which. I guess the supply of masters is all dried out? Can you teach me?"

She wrinkled her nose.

"We teach the sword from the time a baby starts walking. I don't have patience going through the basics with someone like you."

Jason pressed a hand to his chest.

"I am a delightful student, I will have you know. No teacher of mine ever had a bad word to say, after."

He could tell she wanted to roll her eyes, but also she wanted to smile, so that was a win.

What Talia actually did, was to offer him a couple of option.

"I know a group of people in South Eastern Asia. But their sword style differs from mine, or most if what you will meet nowadays. It also includes a lot of introspection, suffice to say."

"Pass," Jason said.

"And the Terminator."

"Will he do it, though?"

"For a price. I can place a call, check out the price - but you will have to cone up with money this time."

"Don't worry," Jason said, mentally adjusting his plans. "I just know where to get it."

It's what he would have to do in any case. Jason getting outed was a big possibility. He can't step into Gotham - or, rather, let Bruce know he is back in town. Which meant no Red Hood, and no toying with food. It meant getting sneaky and flying under all kind of radars.

One part of the plan didn't change: Joker was going to be in LA tonight, and Jason was going to kill him.

The new spin on that plan was, Jason was going to rob him first.

#cleaning up my drafts

[yuyumnami]

Imagine if Dazai Osamu...

Can finally die peacefully. No more troublesome or heavy problems to carry on his shoulder anymore. Finally free.

Softly holding the beautiful woman's hand by his side, they jump.

The harsh wind passed through them, as their head fastly reach the ground.

Dazai doesn't feel hurt at all, it's all black.

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wtf?

That's what he thought when he experience something horrible that he never experience before.

A tear droplet fell on his face. He saw a woman crying.

She's not sad but happy. Her baby finally can see this vast world.

Much to Dazai Osamu's dismay, the baby was referred to as him.

Being cradled lovingly by the woman whom he calls mother.

Does god hate him that he has to get through this?

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After four years of living in this new world, Dazai understands this world concept.

Quirks, heroes, villains.

But does he ever mind that?

Never

All he does is try to commit suicide.

Maybe this time alone. No beautiful woman.

Because this life is so weird. Finding a perfect human person is hard and mostly impossible. Cat head, elf ear, cat ear.

It's cute, but Dazai prefers a more human person. A quirkless. since he already lived his previous life.

As for his suicide, he did try so many times. The problem that keeps preventing him is, his mother. Dazai Kiyoko.

She's like a hero. Even she's not.

One time he jump from a balcony on the fourth-floor building, and Kiyoko manages to catch him before he hit the ground.

"Oh my! My little Osamu wants to fly!" She meekly laughs, rubed his back, and cradled him lovingly as they ascend to their house.

Before he can eat a poisonous mushroom, Kiyoko manages to snatch the mushroom playfully from his hand. "My my That's a cute mushroom you got there, Osamu! But not sharing with me is quite mean!"

And more.

Osamu can't understand what's in his mother's head. Anyone would panic and cry if their son do these kinds of things. Three years old nonetheless.

But Dazai Kiyoko doesn't.

So it's really hard for Dazai Osamu to attempt suicide.

Does god hate him that he can't die peacefully?

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Arriving at the age of four, his suicide attempt never stops, and neither does his mother's rescue.

Most kids and even parents would be excited for this age of year, yet Dazai Osamu only feels gloom that he can't die yet.

Till one day when crimson blood smeared on the ground. Dazai finally can die. His mother was late in rescuing him.

He felt pain. Cracks here and there. He hates it.

'Come on me, stop breathing.'

Even in pain, he felt alive. air comes into his nostril, bringing oxygen to his lungs.

A minute later, the pain finally went away. All pain reduced like it's never there.

"Your son got his quirk."

Oh f***

"He can't die no matter what. An Immortal."

So God really does hate him.

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Dazai finally meets his Odasaku and Odasaku remembers him!

God never hates his servant and those who he creates. He loves us all equally :))))

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notes:

Dazai has two quirks. First is immortal and second his old ability; no longer human.

There's more to write about Dazai Kiyoko, but I just don't want to

there is actually my own oc who is just like his old self but more different. ( I write if I have time)

Iida Tenya is this world's Kunikida Doppo :)

#bnha #bsd #dazai osamu #odasaku #bungou stray dogs #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #iidatenya

[ratralsis]

Fourteen

(Table of Contents) 

"How did you and mom meet?" She asked. He was holding a small bundle under his left arm: a gift for his wife's birthday next week. He had made a special trip to town to purchase it. She had come along, more out of boredom than anything else. The night was clear, and the moon and stars lit the road for them.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. He was wearing his hat even in the moonlight, she noticed. And his gloves. "It was when I was a much younger man. Your uncle and I, and our other companions, had been traveling together for less than a year. Your uncle wanted to return here, to his home, to consult with the council on which your mother sat, even then, as its youngest member. I do not remember the details, but I am confident it had something to do with our attempt to save the world." He had the usual disdain in his voice that crept in whenever he talked about those days. She hoped to understand why that was, someday, but none of her questions on the matter so far had been helpful.

"That was the first time you talked to her?" She asked.

"Yes," He said. A complete thought. She was about to prompt him to explain more, when he continued. "I was with him when he met with the council, and, when I saw my companion's sister for the first time, I was struck by her beauty and decided to ask her to marry me." His voice was calm.

"It was love at first sight?" She straightened, her eyes wide.

"I would not call it love," He said, scratching his chin with his free hand. "I saw an opportunity, and I took it. I asked many women of high status to marry me in those days. She laughed at me, and agreed to consider my proposal if we managed to actually save the world and I came back alive. We did, and I did, and she decided that a marriage of convenience to the son of a major lord, even the disgraced fourth son, was good enough for her, especially with my new fame."

His daughter furrowed her brow and shook her head slightly. "But you and mom love each other now, right?"

He shrugged. "It is possible. I am no poet. I hear of love, but I could not define it or my own feelings." He let out a deep sigh, and his voice took on a wistful tone she rarely heard. "I find her beautiful, intelligent, and charming. She has done a fine job of raising my daughter and running the affairs of our home. I trust her with my life and yours. I am happier when she is around than when she is not. I have no complaints regarding your mother." He looked at his daughter. "I am sorry if the answer disappoints you."

"But you don't know if you love her?" She asked.

He shrugged again.

They walked in silence for several moments while her thoughts spun around.

"You wouldn't ever cheat on her, would you?" She asked.

A sudden sound surprised her, and she flinched, instinctively bending her knees to go into a combat stance. It was the sound of her father's laughter, and she did her best to compose herself and hide her shock.

"Is it not obvious?" He asked, still chuckling. "Of course not. For one thing, with so many eyes on us both, it would be impossible to keep it a secret. Her reputation would suffer for having an unfaithful husband, and mine would suffer for being that unfaithful husband."

"Is that really the first reason you think of?" She asked, peering at him from the corner of her eye.

He laughed again. "No," He admitted. "It is the most practical. The first reason I think of is that I do not want to. At the risk of telling you something you may regret hearing, your mother is more than enough woman to satisfy me. I have no need for another."

She flinched again. "You're right," She said. "I do regret hearing that."

He snorted, amused.

"What about me?" She asked, hesitantly. "Do you love me?"

The smile fell away from his face, and he was stony serious again. "You are my greatest pride," He said. "The happiest moments of my life have been ones with you in them. I fear for your safety, your happiness, and your comfort, and do all I can to ensure them. I hope you will be a better person than I was, and I am obligated to teach you certain things before I can die." He paused to think. "Does that answer your question?"

She looked at the path in front of them. There were few others on the road that evening. The sound of insects filled the air. "I don't know," She said.

"I am sorry," Her father said. "I wish I could give you a better answer."

"No," She said, shaking her head again. "You've given me a complete answer. I'll think on it."

She did, for several minutes. Eventually, he coughed. "No, I have not. I told you before that I have six older siblings," He said.

She nodded. It was unusual for him to volunteer information like this, and she didn't want to interrupt him or steer him off-topic.

"I did not know either of my parents well. I saw my mother at official events and large family gatherings. My father spent his time with his generals, his advisors, and with his oldest son. I never felt anything resembling the thing people call love from either of them."

"Your father gave you your sword," She said, and wished she hadn't.

"My father bought a sword for me from a blacksmith he knew. He gave it to me and told me it was my birthright as a lord's son." He reached across his body with his right hand to touch his sword's hilt. She wondered how many times it had been replaced. "It was a good sword, forged by a good blacksmith. That day, as a boy, I decided I would earn my father's respect, and his love. I did not have the mind for academics, but I knew even a fool could become strong through hard work. So I took my sword and I learned how to use it."

"And you became the greatest swordsman alive," She finished for him.

"Not right away," He said. "That part came later. Before then, I traveled the land, killed men and monsters, faced my own death, offended my family enough that I lost my birthright and my name, saw most of my companions die, saved the world from being engulfed by darkness, married your mother, and fathered a child."

He looked pointedly at her. "Then I became the greatest swordsman alive."

She didn't know what to say. She decided to wait and see if he would continue.

He did. "The day I married your mother, I felt nothing. It was a business transaction. I wanted something from her, and she wanted something from me. On the day you were born, I looked at your face, your eyes opening for the first time, and I still felt nothing. Your mother and I had agreed to have only one child together, and to have that child quickly, and she had held up her end of the bargain. I saw her heir, and my future student. Those were my thoughts, looking at you that day."

She felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

"Years went by. All of my preparations paid off. I grew comfortable in my roles as husband, father, and teacher. I began to enjoy seeing your mother sleeping next to me at night, and at seeing your smiling face in the morning. I do not know any other way to describe it: it is fun, sometimes, to be me. And I know this happiness is a temporary thing. It will not last, though I sometimes wish it would."

She cleared her throat. She felt she had to say something, anything. Hearing him go on like this didn't seem right. She had learned too many things this night that she wasn't supposed to. "It's fun being me, sometimes, too, dad."

He smiled, then, and reached out to pat her on the head. She let him. "In many ways, I am still the same fool of a boy I was more than thirty years ago," He said. "I am sorry I cannot tell you what you want to hear, but now, at least, I have given you as complete an answer as I can."

"Thank you," She said.

"If anyone else had asked me, even your mother, I would have said that of course I love my wife and daughter."

"I know."

"I hope she likes the necklace I bought."

"She will, dad."

#text post #ratralsis writing #ratralsis short story

[onlyindeatharewefree]

justiceleaque’s Batman Reading Guide Alternate Title: Oh Boy

I’ve been asked about suggesting a Batman reading guide for comic beginners a lot, and I’ve answered the same question equally much, but for whatever reason I never got to make a definite reading list despite logic dictating it’d save me a lot of time instead of having to type the same things over and over and over again. So this is me, halting my procrastination long enough to provide a reading guide to the Batman world according to how I feel will make your reading experience the most enjoyable and less confusing. If you know of a better and more comprehensive guide out there, or if you simply don’t agree with what I’m about to lay out, then by all means you’re welcome to try something else. As of 2016, I’ve gotten a lot of new readers into Batman comics who’ve assured me they managed to get completely immersed into the dark onion’s world, so I must be doing something right (yet everyone’s different, so do you if this isn’t your cup of tea).

You’ll also notice that, unlike my usual blogging style, I’m using proper sentence structure. Damn, I’m so professional. Let’s do this.

So here you are, eager to finally learn about Batman because you’ve noticed he’s been going around more and more lately. Or maybe you’ve had this in the back of your mind for some time but only now decided to do something about it. What’s so fascinating about a dude dressing up in dark tights and bashing people’s faces in?, you wonder and I’m here to tell you: a lot of things. But I’m not going to explain any of it because it’s part of the magic of reading comics, which we should get to right about now.

There are two ways you can get into comics. One is the older way, the other one is better to ease you in but a lot of people don’t agree with. Choose whichever sounds better for you, since sooner or later, you’ll end up getting accustomed to both.

Way #1

Pre-flashpoint. That’s every comic released before 2011 (2011 was the year DC rebooted but we’ll get to that in a bit). This can be a pain in the ass but it’s a necessary pain in the ass. Batman has a history that goes back 7 decades. That’s 70 years. I don’t know if you realize but that equals an average person’s lifetime. That person is old now. That person has lived through a lot. Not counting every single issue or title out there, that’s at least 700 Batman comics (anywhere from seven to eight thousand issues under every title, as a matter of fact) which is, indeed, a whole bunch. I nearly had a heart attack when I very first got into DC comics because there’s a certain etiquette when it comes to procrastinating from real life. If that entails reading an estimate of at the very least 18000 pages, things get complicated. I’d rather deal with my feelings-repression and general problems avoidance, Susan.

“I’m not going to read all that lmao”, you laugh nervously just like I once did, and you’re right. You don’t have to read all that. It’d be a crime upon this sacred earth to read all that. Some of it is bad (I mean… really bad) and unnecessary to understanding Batman. That means a reading list that weeds out all the bad, rotten, oh-god-why eggs is in order.

Some sort of solid foundation into the Batfamily is:

Batman: Year One

The Man Who Laughs

The Long Halloween

Dark Victory (The Long Halloween’s sequel)

Robin: Year One

Batgirl: Year One

Birth of the Demon and Son of the Demon (if you care about the Al Ghul’s and a starter pack for Damian Wayne who is the fourth robin and Batman’s biological son)

Batman #408 (Jason Todd’s, the second robin, origins)

The Killing Joke

A Death In The Family

A Lonely Place of Dying (Tim Drake’s, the third robin, origins)

Batman: Hush

Knightfall Saga

Grant Morrison’s Batman (Batman and Son, Batman R.I.P, Batman: Last Rites, Final Crisis, The Return of Bruce Wayne, Batman and Robin, Batman Inc.)

Batgirl (2000-2006)

Battle For The Cowl

The Black Mirror

Let me make one thing clear: this is not the full Batman list. This does not include all the important events to fully know Batman’s entire timeline. It does not touch up on every important character. But it’s more than enough if you want to get to know him and his family. The thing you need to understand about DC comics is that every comic you read will lead you somewhere else. You see the above list and it’s more than enough to keep you busy for a while but each of these bullet points will lead to something else, and that something else leads to something else and before you know it, you’ve read a lot of Batman comics and you know more about the Waynes than your own self. Look in the mirror. Who’s staring back?

Once you’ve read all the above and you feel like reading even more, you can either visit this very neat site that lists every Batman comic that has, in small or big ways, played a part in shaping the Batman mythos (it’s in chronological order too!!), and/or you can go ahead and read the New 52.

Oh.

Oh right.

We have the New 52.

“What’s the New 52?”

You know, I’m just really glad you asked. Because that leads us to…

Way #2

So let’s say you don’t wanna go with Way #1. You probably should because you’ll be forced to read all those comics at some point, but let’s say you’re a rebel. Let’s say you want to live on the edge. In 2011 DC decided it was time to make their comics more accessible to new readers. They thought it’d be a really neat idea to reboot their entire universe and start every hero from #0 and build on that, so new readers could follow along the stories and character developments without having to dig through years and years of timelines that easily confused long-time readers too.

Great idea. Did it work? No. No, it did not goddamn work.

Even though some heroes did get a clean slate, others (Green Lantern and Batman more notably) simply continued their pre-flashpoint history but crammed all those years (i.e all those bullet points and much, much more) into 5 years. Five. Five. Instead of new readers finally getting a chance not to be confused, now we have everyone confused. I was confused. I’m still confused about certain stuff.

“Okay… that means that once I start reading the New 52 Batman comics with no prior knowledge of the pre-flashpoint Batman comics, I’ll inevitably have to read the pre-flashpoint Batman comics because the New 52 Batman comics will make references to the pre-flashpoint Batman comics.”

Yeah. Yeah.

“You lied to me about Way #2 being easier.”

I know. I just realized it. I’m sorry.

Here’s the list of every New 52 title, with notations of whether it’s ongoing, finished, or discontinued. You don’t really need a N52 reading list for Batman because every most Batman titles are only 52 issues and that’s not a lot in contrast to 70 years. I greatly suggest you read most, if not all of them, and definitely don’t miss the main Batman title (Scott Snyder) because it added a lot of new good things over the last five years. It’s given us one of the freshest characterizations of Bruce Wayne to date. If you really don’t want to touch on any of it, read wiki summaries, but you’ll be missing out on some killer art.

Just read New 52’s entire Batman run (by Scott Snyder) and follow each crossover event you’re interested in as you go along (the issues will notify you when something like that happens). If you want to actively follow Batman’s world from now on, it’s imperative you follow Snyder’s run because it added very important aspects to Bruce Wayne’s character and duality. Plus, it’s a kickass read. With breathtaking art. Just do it. You probably went through indecipherable handwriting in Batman: Year One, this is a f**** breeze.

So, are we done? No. There’s also Rebirth.

“What’s Rebirth?”

Basically it’s a continuation of the New 52 (started in 2016 and will end when DC decides to reboot again) but with many things getting fixed. New 52 screwed a lot of stuff (characters, timelines, our sanity and wallets) and Rebirth is an attempt at making things better again. It continues and builds on the New 52 as a whole, so if you don’t understand certain references because you haven’t read the New 52, just look them up online. Or ask me. Or pretend you understand. I do that a lot.

That’s it. I’m sure I’ve forgotten some stuff but it’s a start. The most important thing is to remember to take it slow and have fun. Comics can be insanely rewarding if the circumstances are right, so I hope you’ll take a step into our weird hell of panels and speech bubbles.

(You can also make justifiable fun of the characters so like… extra bonus.)

last update: 08/16

#reading order #just saving this for myself. original post linked

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 374, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks

WORDS: 1278

“Sweetheart, don’t look now, but I think we have bedbugs again,” Peter grumbled as he layered a sweet kiss onto the corner of my eye.

“Mmmmm…” I hummed as I welcomed four little bedbugs- Elizabeth, Elle, Katie and Jing- to crawl up between the two of us, clucking softly to warn them to be careful of their brother, who spent the night in between his mommy and daddy. “Good morning girls.”

 “Good morning mommy! Good morning daddy! Good morning Baby Tommy!” Katie chirped happily as she tucked herself and Jing in tightly to my husband’s side, Elizabeth and Elle doing the same to me.

 “Good morning girls,” I greeted them with a motherly smile. “To what do we account your morning cuddles too?”

 “We saw how worried you were yesterday when Baby Tommy was accidently locked into daddy’s car yesterday,” Elizabeth told me.

 “And we knew that you needed huggies in the morning!” Katie finished her sister’s sentence. “And here we are now!”

 A choked sob bubbled out of me as I crushed Elle to me.

 “Oh bless you both,” I whimpered out in an emotional tone. “I couldn’t ask for better girls than you.”

 I knew that Peter felt a terrible guilt at accidently locking our son into his car, but I couldn’t fault him any- he had been excited to see what the girls had bought for their upcoming adventures in the fourth grade.

 “What classes do you girls want to take this year as electives?” he asked them.

 “I’m taking Chinese calligraphy, Mandrene Chinese, Norse history and music!” Katie said with all the confidence of a nine year old in Iron Man pajamas.

 “That does sounds like fun!” Peter told her. “And you? What classes will you take Bitty?”

 “Music, sewing, veterinarian studies and social media management,” Elizabeth meeped excitedly.

 “Social media management…?” he asked, clearly confused. “That’s a class at Saint Michael’s?”

 “I really want to start up a YouTube channel and post videos of me playing mommy’s harp and talking about living with Alopecia,” she explained with a shrug. “There really isn’t much along the way of harp music out there.”

 “It’s basically a way for kids to learn how to stay safe online,” I told him, reaching across to braid my fingers into his loose hair. “It looks like something Elizabeth will need to learn. After all, she is the daughter of a famous rock star!”

 “And she is also the daughter of a fantastic Broadway super mom,” he chuckled, shuffling in closer to press our noses together.

 “I really want to take the class too, but I can’t math,” Katie confessed. “Like at all. The numbers just get all wiggly and scrambly.”

 “Katie, how are you able to maintain good grade in math?” I asked her, tucking away her difficulties in math for me to ask the doctor.

 “I get extra time to do my schoolwork as a part of my IEP,” she shrugged. “So I get extra time to make sure that my answers are correct.”

 “Oh okay,” I hummed. “You know something, I had a lot of trouble with math in school. The school thought I had dyscalculia at one point honestly.”

 “But you got into Julliard’s!” Peter pointed out.

 “I took extra tutoring after school,” I shrugged. “Besides, Julliard’s doesn’t teach math, the college teaches acting and music on two different campuses.”

 “Ah, that makes sense,” he blinked before sitting up and swinging his legs up out of bed. “I’m going to work out some. Feel free to join me if you want.”

 “Mommy needs us right now daddy,” Katie insisted, Elizabeth and Elle coming over to my other side and sandwiching me in with their daughterly love.

 “Sweet babies,” I cooed as I settled myself back to get a bit more sleep, Baby Tommy crawling over to me and cuddling into my chest.

 “Mamamamamamama…” he babbled softly, curling his fingers into my wild morning curls. “Mamamamamamama…”

 “Love you kids,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 ~xoXox~

 For much of the day, Elizabeth and Katie spent their time neatly arranging their backpacks for their first day back at school in two weeks. They did that while Baby Tommy and I had a day of endless snuggles. Peter puttered around, with Daisy and Mittens keeping a close eye on the younger members of the Ratajczyk family.

 “Are you girls ready for school yet?” I called out in a teasing tone of voice, laughter dancing in my eyes as Katie dumped out her backpack before beginning to repack her school supplies for the dozenth time.

 “Almost!” giggled Katie excitedly. “I can’t wait!”

 “Sweetheart, the girls have mail!” Peter called out as he entered the house from the garage, having made a trip into town to grab our mail from the post office.

 “Yay!” Elizabeth cheered as her father came in carrying two boxes under his arms.

 The girls tore into their mail, uncovering new basic school clothes- shoes, underwear, and lightweight sweaters in their favorite colors. I got them the basics because the two girls had been holed up in my study, producing stylist clothes off from Elizabeth’s sewing machine.

 “Mommy? Can you show Lizz Lizz and me how to work your Cricut machine and your Glow Forge?” Katie meeped over dinner later that night. “We want to make our own jewelry!”

 “I don’t see why not,” I hummed as I took a bite of my steak. “Tomorrow though- I’m tired and really want a good night’s sleep.”

 “How can you be tired? You didn’t do anything all day today!” Katie pointed out as she pushed her now empty plate off in front of her, signaling that she was done eating.

 “It’s just something that happens a lot of them time when my mind starts spinning uncontrollably,” I told her in a gentle tone of voice, allowing her to step into my side and wrap her arms around my neck.

 “Oh okay. I don’t understand it, but I love you, mommy.” She kissed my cheek before taking her plate into the kitchen to be washed off and stuck into the dishwasher.

 “Mamamamamamama…” sleepily babbled Baby Tommy, almost sound asleep in my arms. “Mamamamamamama…”

 “Oh, are you sleepy now Baby Tommy?” I cooed. “Come on, let’s tuck you into bed.”

 “I’ll help sweetheart!” Peter offered me, asking if the girls needed any help.

 “Nope, we got it under control daddy,” Elizabeth told him, taking up a towel as she got ready to wash the dishes. “You take mommy and Baby Tommy up to bed now.”

 “Okay,” he hummed before ushering me up to our bedroom for the night.

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Alright, time to finish Volume 1 and Week 1 of Trigun Book Club! Let's goooooooo!

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 11-12 below.

Chapter 11: Son

Nightow killing it with these title page illustrations. I just want to colorize them all with my vast quantities of free time between this and the other book club I'm in and putting together a cosplay for early next month and literally the busiest part of the year at work. Maybe I'll get a chance in July. Heh. July....

I love how, despite traveling around with the Humanoid Typhoon himself, Meryl and Milly are hardly useless. They're both sharp and tough, which is probably part of why Vash hasn't made good and sure they can't follow him. The other part is probably because he's lonely.

I feel like Milly would get along incredibly well with Sasha from Attack on Titan, what with how much these two girls think about food.

The contrast between Milly's big-ass gatling stun gun and Meryl's tiny-ass derringer is too much. I love it.

This guy is so emo-looking.

Who names their poor child Badwick?! No wonder they had a falling out.

Yyyyeeeaaaahhhh, one REALLY should ask why someone would point a gun at their own parents. Like, there are legitimate reasons to do so, but it's a situation that should be the exception rather than the rule.

Milly does NOT take apparently casual disrespect of one's parents kindly, I see.

The part of me that loves biology is pleased that Nightow kept in mind that, when you have a considerable size difference between a mated pair, you want the female to be the larger of the two so she doesn't die giving birth to Gosef I mean in childbirth.

I don't trust this weirdo and his weird moustache.

Ah, I was right not to trust him. Creep. Creepy moustache creep. (I don't have anything against fancy moustaches in general. His is just very creepy on him specifically.)

This old couple is right to defend their land. And Badwick is right to be concerned for his parents' lives.

Oof, someone done overstepped their bounds there. And he knows it.

WTF is this mole person???

Oh, creepy moustache understands the value of trees, after all. Pity he probably just wants them as a freaking status symbol.

Marilyn Nebraska, dressing like Madonna and breaking the fourth wall....

I know I said that Milly and Meryl are pretty competent, but I think this whole gang plus the Nebraskas and Friends might be a bit more than they can handle on their own....

Aww, the old couple is concerned about their son's life, too.

And Vash is sneaking into the scene, sewer gremlin style.

Chapter 12: River of Life

Gah! The world is sideways!

Ok, I know I said I wanted to see them weave this story of the old couple into Stampede, but I have NO IDEA how they'd manage these pillbug guys. Not to mention it felt (feels?) like a weird cop-out to have MORE Nebraskas when we've already dealt with them once and I don't think they're actually an important group of villains? IDK. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Huh? Why does Meryl think she's as cold-blooded as Creepy Moustache? I mean, thus far she's been very pragmatic, but I don't know that she's cold-blooded.

Yeah! I love all her derringers!

Milly, coming in with the practicality and saving the day. She really is Vash without the trauma, isn't she?

Ohhhh, Meryl has some unresolved Daddy Issues, I see. But... ugh, I want to write a pop-out post, but it would be too personal. (I know this is Tumblr and we all share all sorts of too-personal things with all the strangers here, but... something something boundaries.) For now, let's just say this particular brand of trauma sounds like her dad isn't the type of person who's worth writing home to.

Heh, Meryl patting her face to get herself back in the present moment. Vash would be proud.

Ok, with my own take on Meryl's stuff, the next scenes with Badwick freaking out and the dad apologizing for all he's put Badwick through hits hard. This is a dad who would rather their child be safe than pull a gun, even in righteous anger.

The mom gently popping Badwick on the head with her ladle is just so cute. (Also, would it kill Nightow to make it more clear who's speaking in scenes like this??)

Again, this is it. This is the story. Because we all have our shadow days and the things we do out of desperation that seem right at the time, but in fact cause a world of pain... for us, for others, and for those closest to us. We need forgiveness, regardless of when it comes. It helps us to forgive ourselves.

The way Creepy Moustache phrases his business proposal is so incredibly tone-deaf. He just doesn't get it and maybe he never will.

Ahahahahaha, the old man shooting the check. Good for him.

Current favorite Meryl/Milly Dramatic Pose:

Meryl means business here. Good for her.

These isopod men and their tiny, tiny legs....

LOL, the Nebraska's faces when they miss are just *chef's kiss.*

For some reason I'm guessing Vash is involved in all this....

LOL, yeah, there he is. Living his best life in a barrel.

That shot kinda reminds me of Stampede when he shot Wolfwood's gun to keep him from offing Livio and, in the process, sent Wolfwood's shot straight into the observing Worm.

I love how Milly's leaning into the outcome as hard as she can while Meryl is just trying to figure out if her derringer somehow got an upgrade while she wasn't looking.

LOL, the Nebraskas hit one little setback and they're like, "Woe is us, for we have failed! We must now retreat in shame!"

The old couple is so worried for Badwick, but they also trust him because they love him and all. <3

I have a lot of thoughts on the old man's words to Meryl and I'm going to write down none of them.

Except that Stampede echoes these words by having Roberto give them to Meryl, and I think that's nice.

Aww, they left their most precious thing to their most precious person.

And Meryl writes a letter to her family after all. I wish it luck. I wish her luck.

End of Volume Bonus

LOL, Nightow's avatar being like, "Or as you say in English..." and then getting reprimanded by Kuroneko for saying something that's decidedly not English.

It's a good thing they clarified how the order of all this goes. When I was reading it back in the day, I remember being rather confused as to whether I should start with Maximum or "vanilla" Trigun. Although having these notes at the back of the volume likely wouldn't have helped me much.

"Lazy as a cat." Yeah, they live a good life. Naps, cozy places, and having a personal masseuse who will give them head-scratches practically on demand.

That's it for Volume 1! On to Volume 2 with the next week!

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