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miekasa · 2 years

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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious

HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.

The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”

First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.

Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”

You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.

#anonymous #no no it’s fine i’m fine…. i’m FINE #everyone is baby because that’s just how he thinks the world works… he thinks everyone gets the same affection…. kids r so fucking precious #im sorry for this essay..:. but as you can tell i have real life genuine feelings for this man #hhhhh SCREAMING. CRYING. PERFECT STORM.#ok but i was saying this the other day gojo gets lucky his kid starts saying ‘baby’#nanami & levi get stuck w their kids learning their actual names LMFAOOO levi is like no no. please PLEASE #it only happens w ur second kid that’s why nanami is so confused but when he hears his baby girl call him ‘ken!’ instead of ‘daddy’#lord he might cry real grown man tears LMFAO #i guess i might as well make a tag for him #gojo x reader #satoru.ask

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ethereal-maia · 10 months

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you don’t understand I haven’t listened to ANY of re:Dracula yet cause I’m silly and idk I just haven’t but I just went to listen to the sea shanty and HOLY ME OH MY it was everything I wanted

this is it btw

#literally started tearing up at how haunting it was by the end #definitely go listen to it if you’ve the time and you haven’t yet #re: dracula #dracula daily #edit: why do you guys like this post so much im genuinely confused #you do you i guess but this was meant for like 4 mutuals and instead it gets reblogged by literal Dracula daily tracker ;-;#love you all I’m just standing confused and watching silently

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demigod-of-the-agni · 3 months

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FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft A THEORY OF MINE

"Emptiness"

I may be reading too deep into this but bear with me. Sephiroth doing his damned best to reinforce that Cloud is nothing, that everything he feels his fake, that he's a puppet pulled along by Sephiroth's strings with no real purpose of his own. "Your tears are empty" is a line that really stands out to me, because Sephiroth insinuates that Cloud isn't a person and has no true substance as an individual. He's a shell.

Then much later, in the dream-esque Sleeping Forest, Aerith wants to spend one of their final moments focusing on Cloud, focusing on "finding the real [him]". Then Cloud hands Holy to Aerith, and she gifts him the clear materia in return, presumably having taken up Holy before she leaves. Aerith theorised earlier in the game that Holy was probably powered by her memories and dreams, and having lost them to the Whispers, to fate, has rendered the materia useless.

Basically, Cloud aptly describes not-Holy with, "It looks empty".

An empty man holding onto an empty materia.

I don't know, man. The thing about being given an empty thing after being told and tortured with the idea that you yourself are an empty thing is getting to me.

Part 3 is most likely going to deal with the fallout of Cloud's broken psyche and piecing him back together to "find the real [him]". I'm theorising not-Holy is only restored once Cloud has finally figured out who he is and what he wants to do.

Because materia isn't just the crystallisation of mako and the Lifestream. It's the physical representation of hopes and dreams and desires. The Black Materia was created to deliver the Gi from their unending existence. The White Materia ensures the prayers of the planet are answered.

And now not-Holy belongs to Cloud, so that whatever he finds in himself will fuel not-Holy and provide it with new purpose, maybe even allow him to finally heal after over two decades of suffering, because as Aerith said, "it's about saving the world — and you"

That is all

#ff7 rebirth spoilers #HOLLERING UNTIL I GET GIVEN FF7R PART 3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WAIT FOR YEARS #GENUINELY SO DISTRAUGHT OVER THIS GAME. FUCK #“maybe aerith doesn't die!!! maybe cloud saves her!!!!” oh sweet summer child past agni we got something even MORE CONFUSING #this has been on my mind all night. couldn't stop thinking about this. and also the fact that cloud needs cognitive reconstruction surgery #YEAH SO MATERIA JUST BEING THE SOLIDIFICATION OF NOT JUST MAKO AND THE LIFESTREAM #BUT ALSO THE DESIRES OF THE SOUL #YOU ARE HOLDING THE PUREST ASPECTS OF YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN HANDS #YEAH. ANYONE ELSE THINK ABOUT THAT #im going to cry about this forever now. and think about clerith...... fairwell #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #ff7 rebirth #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 rebirth

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enden-k · 10 months

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i hope some people dont forget kaveh is canonically around his 30s and haitham is younger by a few years

#“but youn isnt this obvious to everyone who played kavehs hangout? why mention it-”#well you see i just stopped reading a hkvh fic not even the half in bc kaveh kept getting referred to as a boy and haitham as a young man #and it confused me so much as in why #i scrolled back up to reread tags bc i thought i missed them tagging an age swap or making them in their early 20s or smth #but none of that so idk if its just the same old stupid ass twinkifying your bottoms sm they turn into little boys #or what #but it confused me sm i kept wondering why this choice of word whenever they called him boy but haitham man #that i stopped reading even tho the rest was quite interesting #it just bothered me too much ajksbck #idk mweh #babbles #tbd #btw its not like i think theres a prob w that like. i often refer to them or myself as boy in a memey way like aye heres the boy n stuff yk #its just the whole #genuinely call kaveh boy but haitham man bc i immediately think like oh? is there an age swap and gap??? am i reading smth i #dont wanna read????#idk if u get what i mean

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sugarsnappeases · 9 days

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microfic - bella killing sirius 🥰 | 1.5k words | warnings for um. death. obviously. but also for confusing narrative style ❤️

for the light of my life @quillkiller on this most auspicious day

Bellatrix laughs as Andy - the woman who looks like Andy, except for the purple hair, and the dirty blood - falls backwards away from her. She’s never going to get into the Duelling Club at Hogwarts if she keeps leaving her left side open like that; she’s lucky she has Bellatrix there to teach her.

The woman - her sister, blood-traitor, spawn of a mudblood, fighting on the side of the Order - doesn’t get back up again, limp body tumbling down the steep, stone steps. Bellatrix hasn’t lost a duel since she was thirteen, she holds the Duelling Club record for most consecutive wins - she’s the best person that Andy could have come to for help - she wasn’t going to be beaten by some filthy Auror brat.

Turning away from the unmoving body, Bellatrix runs deeper into the fray, moving towards the raised dais with its stone archway. It’s chaos, flashes of spellfire shooting across the room in all directions, red, purple, white, green, shouts and crashes and explosions as spells miss and damage the room, or as they hit their mark and damage the enemy.

She deflects a curse on instinct, swinging around to face the direction it had come from - a familiar face, her baby cousin - “Bella, will you duel me now?” - a traitor and a coward and unworthy of the name of Black.

Bellatrix returns fire. She’ll go easy on him, because Sirius is just a boy, mock-duelling with a borrowed wand and the small repertoire of spells that he had learned from her or from his parents, but he had always been quick on his feet, good at skipping out of the line of fire - she would make a proper duellist of him yet. She should kill him, for having everything and for running away from it, for turning against her, against his family, cursing their name then having the audacity to use the spells that she had taught him to fight for the wrong side of the war.

It’s the first time that she's seen him since he was disowned, in the middle of Diagon Alley, fighting with the Order of the Phoenix, and she should kill him. It’s the Yule holidays of her seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius is nine and determinedly dodging her spells, one of their favourite games. They’re both somewhere else, screams and despair and a spinning, ungraspable whirlpool of memories, standing on the raised stone dais now, close enough to hear the whispers from the tattered veil hanging in the archway - soft, insidious, beneath the clamour of the battle.

Sirius throws a spell back at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Hello cousin.”

Bellatrix grins as she dodges - Sirius is always so energetic, so eager to fight with her in a way that even Andromeda never is, let alone Narcissa or Regulus - so desperate to draw her blood, the same blood that runs through his veins, the same blood that he had forsaken, singling her out on any battlefield in the same way that she always did with him. He had run from everything that she had ever wanted - the Black heirship and the power, the esteem, which that entailed - as if it was nothing, as if she didn’t dream about commanding that level of respect, or awe, or fear, as if she hadn’t been scrambling every day of her life to try and get as close to it as she could. Sirius had run away from it, run away from her, and now he was a part of the Order of the Phoenix and she should kill him. She could kill him, the Black Heir, laughing as he narrowly avoids getting hit with a stupefy - he’s only nine, it’s not like he could really defend himself if she started firing off some of the more lethal spells she knew.

She had taught him how to perform the severing charm just the day before, lending him her wand - walnut and dragon heartstring just like the one that had chosen him when he turned eleven - he’s using Cissy’s today, struggling a little against it’s unicorn hair core, mostly relying on his ability to jump out of the trajectory of spells.

The two of them are volleying spells back and forth - ones that she had taught him and ones that the Dark Lord had taught her and ones that he had learnt without her somewhere - dodging or shielding or deflecting, spells barely grazing each other, she always knew that he would make a fine duellist - she had made him into one. They duel like this every time they see each other, during her holidays from Hogwarts, then during his holidays from Hogwarts; she had watched Sirius turn into a threat - she had taught him how to be a threat.

Bellatrix laughs as he manages to shoot off the severing charm that she had taught him - three different lethal curses in quick succession, a determined kind of acrimony about him, not surprised to see her fighting with the death eaters, in the same way that she isn’t really surprised to see him with the Order. She lets it hit her - blocks them all with a complicated shielding charm and throws back a confringo that explodes the cobblestones beneath his feet - still laughing as he cheers about how he’s fatally wounded her, feeling a sting from the shallow cut on her arm - he’s determined as ever but there’s less anger now; he’s playful, grinning when a curse singes the ends of his hair.

She knows she shouldn’t kill him - she isn’t sure if she could kill him anymore, he’s going toe to toe with her in a way that he’d never been able to when they were kids - she doesn’t think she really wants to kill him, her favourite cousin, more just the things that he represents, the signet ring on his finger that gives him an authority, aged nine, that she doesn’t have, can’t have, at nearly double his age - she thinks she wants to kill him now, though, now that he’s betrayed her, found a new family of mudbloods and blood-traitors and abandoned the role that she’s always craved. Bellatrix fires a stunner at him - puts up a hasty shield against his entrail-expelling curse, another one that she had taught him - the two of them laugh as he ducks it, the red light whizzing over his head - “Come on, you can do better than that!”

It’s loud, cacophonous with the battle raging all around them - blood on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, some of it hers, some of it his - Cissy’s complaining that she’s bored and wants to go outside - the whispers emanating from the crumbling stone archway are getting louder, seeping their way into Bellatrix’s head - and Sirius’ voice rings in her ears, echoes around the room.

She flings another spell at him, grinning as she watches him determinedly move through the wand movements for diffindo again - he laughs as she stumbles, as her shield collapses under the force of his reducto, as he gains the upper hand - concentrating on pushing his magic through Cissy’s wand, not paying close enough attention to the spell she’s just cast - Sirius deflects the curses she hurls at him, sends a barrage of spells back at her - he’s laughing, cocky as always, as her spell hurtles directly towards him.

It hits him right in the middle of his chest.

It’s quiet, suddenly.

Quiet as Sirius’s laughter cuts off. As his eyes widen in shock. As he falls backwards, slowly, as if some invisible weight were making him heavy, as if some invisible force were gently lifting him away. She looks at him and his face is gaunt, an underlying emaciation that no amount of hearty meals can hide, she sees the same whenever she looks in a mirror, right down to the tired, but ever determined glint in silver-grey eyes.

Bellatrix watches Sirius sink into the tattered veil - watches him fall to the floor of the duelling room in Grimmauld Place, for a second she imagines that he might be dead, what it would feel like to kill him - watches the grim smile on his face as one of his spells meets its target and her vision goes black - the veil flutters, those insidious whispers seem to pause for a moment, then rise to a roaring crescendo as his body disappears.

She screams along with them, triumphant - she hasn’t lost a duel since she was thirteen, Sirius has never once beaten her, always ending their duels on the floor - she’s killed Sirius Black, and everything that he represents, even if he had spurned the signet ring and the esteem that came with it. Bellatrix walks across the room to enervate him - wakes up in Malfoy Manor, Cissy leaning over her and asking if it was true that Sirius was a part of the Order now, if he had really beaten her in a duel - turns away from the whispers and the archway and the duel that she had won, skipping back up the stone steps, laughing as she hops over Andy’s - the mudblood’s - body.

#HAPPY ONE YEAR JENKARA/SUGARQUILL INTERACTIONAVERSARY!!!!!!!! event of the year guys get to celebrating!!!!!!!!!#also happy sugarsnappeasiversary in general!!!!!! can’t believe my beautiful ao3 has been here for a WHOLE YEAR AAAAAAA BIG STUFF #this is the little something something that i mentioned earlier…. when i decided i wanted to write something for the occasion my first #thought was obvs quillkiller. bc like. this is sugarsnappeas we’re talking about here. but then this happened instead ❤️ so…..#bella killing sirius is like genuinely on my mind near constantly and jen recently read where can i put it down which like. pulled the #thoughts back to the forefront of my mind again. so. microfic.#sorry if it’s confusing. it’s kinda meant to be. anyway ENJOY!!!!!!!#bellatrix black #bellatrix black lestrange #bellatrix lestrange #sirius black #kara’s incy wincy fics

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spaciebabie · 6 months

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honestly bro I think the funniest thing Abt being autistic is that I can't tell when people are trying ta be friends with me it just like doesn't click. ppl will all of the sudden start talking ta me and I'll be like, "hm why is this person talking ta me so much all of the sudden do they want something I mean I guess I'll go along with it"

#like I am privy ta the fact that this happens but I can't recognize it in the moment #spacie spoinks #I make friends on accident djdjdjjdjdn #I think that talking 2 me is much like headbutting against a brick wall like it'll break eventually but it's gonna take awhile #and also your head will suffer irreparable damage #I'm soooo fucking dense dude 😭😭#also like. I can tell when ppl are nervous but I can't place why #so like when someone nervously comes up 2 me and starts fucking talking about the lore of garnarak or some shit #b/c they just wanna have a conversation #just like #this is really cool bro but I'm confused asta why you're telling me this #not malicious just genuine confusion #then like a month later I'll be like WAIT THEY WERE TRYING 2 BE MY FRIEND??? AND TALK TA.ME ON A SEMI REGULAR BASIS?? WHOOPSIE #well opportunity for a friend lost b/c I'm just so fucking dense 😭😭😭#can you tell this has happened a lot djdjdndndnndn #anyways. I should get out of bed

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mrs-n-uzumaki · 6 months

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Erik stares with incredible wonder, who is this boy?

#dadneto #erik lehnsherr #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #dadnetoedit #xcuedit #dofp #x-men: days of future past #my edit #I will never get over this small but significant moment #where erik shows genuine interest because this kid impressed him so much #this kid who saved his life twice in just moments #if he had followed through with his army plan you bet your ass peter would be the first person he would track down #and then shows up at his door only to be answered by his ex who he hadn't seen in over a decade #OR he manages to track peter down and follow him but before he would approach peter's mum steps beside him #can you imagineee #the confusion on his face #why is peter associated with his past love #someone please write this I'm going mad from withdrawals

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pseudophan · 5 months

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FINALLY someone said that jesus christ🫣 the texts vids are soooo damn staged. I thought I was the only one seeing through that

i mean you can't really STAGE them, to be fair. like i do think they're all real texts. but the thing is if you look at those videos objectively, and view them as like, yeah dan and phil are A Couple Who Don't Want To Fully Expose The Fact That They Are A Couple And Also They Spend Almost Every Single Day Together. how many texts do they have between them. last year's video was easier because of dan's tour. the one before that had everything between that vid (2021) and the one before it (2018), which is A Lot of texts to choose from. the first one basically had anything from 2018 and before, but also i think the ii era gave them a lot on its own. but like, now? a 2023 wdapteo wouldn't have SHIT. there'd be some stuff from the beginning of the year? i guess? when dan was still on tour? but after that... idk. not much. i think people need to remember that they LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER. and realistically most of the texts they exchange outside of that, and also a lot of what they text while together, are like... not for public consumption. like can we please remember the part where they pretend they're not together LMAO

actually i saw a lot of people take their texting videos as proof they don't text each other with like, pet names or anything, like they act real casual in texts, but guys.. no ? they just won't show that shit to us. which is fair! more than fair! so much power to them they're so real for that! but if they don't wanna show us that bullshit they really just don't have a lot To Show Us. if we take out the texts that make it obvious theyre a gross as fuck couple AND the ones that expose other personal information ANDDDD we then consider the fact that they're usually in the same place 99% of the time..... literally what would a 2023 edition of wdapteo look like. like if we're being real.

#i don't blame anyone for manifesting it btw i get u. i agree #i also want another one so fucking bad #i love those videos #but just like realistically. like just for the people who are Genuinely Confused as to why they havent done it yet #i think we might get another one! just not yet. maybe in the future #that being said if they DO have enough texts for it... please do go ahead.... i love those vids so much.......#im just saying like. it makes a LOT of sense that they wouldnt #answered

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