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fruity-fruition · 11 days

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My thoughts on Tenma Parents!

I am the Tenma parents' number #1 defender in a way. I still think they fucked up Tsukasa, but not intentionally.

(fyi, Tsukasa is definitely a mama's boy and I don't accept criticism. Saki's on the contrary)

I think Tsukasa's parents loved both him and Saki equally, unlimitedly, and wholeheartedly. The sad reality is that life handed the entire family a shitty deck of cards. And while love is unlimited, time and attention isn't.

They try their best, they genuinely do, but it's difficult juggling their job AND an ill child AND another child.

Due to Saki's (uncontrollable!! Remember!!) condition, one of the parents has to be with her nearly at all times and the other one has to work for the additional hospital bills (since the government can't cover some surgeries or procedures. Idk how it works in Japan but)

They try to be there for Saki and Tsukasa a lot but they do notice growing concerns abt both of them.

Saki's getting quiet, nearly bursting into tears every time Tsukasa or any of them leaves the hospital room. She clings on to people a lot to the point of where it hurts.

Tsukasa's getting quiet too. He thinks they don't notice, since he's trying to act upbeat and cheery in front of Saki to cheer her up, but they can't ignore... that. Whatever is happening to him.

They both don't know what to do.

Despite their best efforts, Tsukasa was still left home alone most of his late childhood and early teens.

They don't have favourites, but after a while, they can't say they know their son anymore. They saw him grow up without them, and it's the most heartbreaking thing to not be there.

They had to miss his middle school graduation. They tried to take time off work, but neither of them got off fast enough to reach the ceremony. Both only saw him that day at the hospital.

But Tsukasa lied. Lied to Saki's face, because he didn't want to upset her.

Tsukasa's mom: "Sweetheart, we're so sorry-"

Tsukasa: "-that you had to leave the ceremony early? It's okay!"

Their parents look at him confused because the issue is that they weren't even there. But Tsukasa gave them eyes, begging them to play along.

Tsukasa's mom: "...yeah. y-yeah, work called in and we really couldn't avoid it much longer"

Tsukasa lets out a sigh of relief before nodding and smiling "really! It's okay!"

When leaving Saki's ward, his mom asked him why he lied, and he just looked at her and shook his head.

Tsukasa: "...Saki does this thing, where she blames herself for stuff she can't control. I-I don't know how I know it, but I'm sure she'll do the same if she found out you weren't there. I don't want to see her doing that."

Outside, his mom pulls him into a hug, whispering apology after apology as she holds him. He kept insisting, it's fine! Really! He's a future star, with loads of celebration to come! Who cares if they missed one?

His mom looks at him, with genuine sadness, and asks him to be honest with her. Is he upset?

She noticed him froze, before shaking his head.

Tsukasa: "Not at all, mom! I understand why you both couldn't make it"

Tsukasa's mom: "...You can understand and still be upset. You're allowed to be"

But despite her best efforts to make her son open up, he still shakes his head and tells her it's alright.

She thinks he doesn't know that she knows. She knows that he wants them to worry less about him, which made them worry more.

She learned from Saki that Tsukasa doesn't have a lot of friends. He never mentions it a lot to Saki, but every time Saki asks him if he'd be hanging out with people, he just looks at her confused.

Tsukasa: "Why would I hang out with other people when I have the most incredible sister in the world!"

When he started to open up to her again, later in the future, when everything had settled down and life was beginning to move steady, she'll learn that his classmates think he's overbearing.

He wasn't getting bullied, nor was he actually disliked. But in terms of friends? They think he's a bit too loud, too tiring to deal with. Some even think he's a bit too selfish.

She would argue about that final point with her life. Because if anything, she wishes Tsukasa thought of himself more.

They learned more about him when he was 17. They learned about his friends, his troupe, his work, and how close he's gotten towards achieving his dreams. They're so unbelievably proud of him. He's grown into such an incredible person.

They just wished they could've taken the credit.

They loved their children equally. Even when Toya was pulled into the frame and they unknowingly gained a third, they loved him all the same.

But there's a difference in loving and knowing, because their son felt far more distant to them than their daughter. And they're trying their absolute best to fix that rift before it's too late

Both Tsukasa and Saki suffered majorly in their life, both in vastly different ways. But in terms of parents, I think Tsukasa got the short end. But not intentionally, y'know? It's like. Accidental child neglect.

#project sekai #pjsk #tsukasa tenma #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa wxs #tsukasa project sekai #tsukasa #wxs tsukasa #project sekai headcanons #pjsk headcanons #prsk #tenma parents #pjsk tsukasa #fru posts

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi I know that your requests are closed but I really had to get this request to you before my brain forgot about it 😭 pls feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it 🤧

So like Negan has made Daryl his prisoner and the reader is Negan's wife . Also the reader is very sassy and has Negan in a chokehold and Negan basically does whatever she asks him to. So when the reader sees that Negan has bought Daryl as his prisoner she's lowkey attracted to him and suggests a threesome between them and then smut where Daryl fucks her so much better than Negan ever could 😩.

Hi Anon!!

I have to say that when I read your request I was like "threesome with Daryl and Negan? Fuck yeah!" But then thinking about I didn't image Daryl could be get hard with Negan there or being a prisoner so I stopped and thought about what could be better for the story and I was thinking about a dark Daryl full of rage and angry, accepts just to piss up Negan... I hope you don't mind if I gave to the reader my special touch.

I hope you'll like it!!

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The Prisoner.

Negan x Reader x Daryl.

Anon request.

Warnings: Smut.

Words: 2800

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"Auh..." You mutter settling back and closing your eyes again. "A...Auh! Auh! Negan!" You call out to him and smack him upside the head, he looks up from between your legs. "May I ask what's on your head? I told you to eat my pussy, but I didn't mean it literally." You grunt in annoyance and push the man away by sitting on the bed, crossing your arms.

"You've always liked it when I give you a little nibble."

"A little nibble, not you ripping my skin off, what's wrong with you?" you snap again and he averts his gaze.

"It's Rick Grimes and his group in Alexandria..." He confesses remaining seated on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

"What about them?" You say bored as this isn't the first time you've talked about it.

"Nothing, forget about it, let's go on with what we were..." He says wanting to get on top of you, but you stop him.

"No, no, I'm not in the mood anymore." You huff and get up from the bed, he looks at you in disbelief. "Don't you have one of then as a prisoner?"

"Yes, Daryl, Rick's watchdog, but they still dare to go against me, that kid, Carl, came in here and nearly killed me."

"Oh yeah, that kid has the same hair on his balls as he does on his head." You can't help but laugh at your own comment. "Daryl... uhm yeah, I've seen Dwight 'take care of him' sometime... he's pretty cute..." You bite your lip in thought and a shiver runs through you.

"What?" Negan asks as you look up at him with a mischievous grin.

"I want you to bring him to my room, I want to meet him."

"Have you lost your mind? He's a prisoner."

"You screwed up my night of sex, so this is going to be my compensation."

"Since when do you think you can make demands on me?" He faces you, angry, getting off the bed and walking towards you, but it doesn't scare you.

"Since you decided to make me your wife. You know I'm not like those little girls who are afraid of you. If you want my pussy, you'll have to earn it." You challenge him, Negan stares at you licking his lips.

"And what makes you think I won't go with one of those little girls you say?"

"Because if they gave you what I did, you wouldn't be here anymore." You smile victoriously when you see him frown. You've won.

"And what do you plan to do with him?"

"Fuck him." You say sincerely.

"No."

"Of course I do, and don't waste any more of my time. If you behave yourself, I'll let you watch." You smile and wait, you know Negan is volatile, he needs a moment to calm down and you shouldn't insist too much, you've learned to control your demands to the point that he accepts them.

"Fine." He barks getting out of bed, getting dressed. "You're a whore."

"You should have made a better choice, honey." You joke again but see a sly smile on his mouth before he walks out of the room, leaving you alone.

You sigh and put on a robe, you don't want to scare the man as soon as you enter the room, you go to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub, you might want to take advantage of him, but you're not going to let him touch you if he's full of filth. You also prepare something to eat and when Negan returns he pushes the other man into the room. Daryl stumbles and falls face first to the floor, your first reflex is to go to help him, but you stop at the last second, Negan is still there, you can't let your guard down.

"Well?" the man says impatiently.

"Not tonight, honey, leave us alone, when I want you to look, I'll tell you." Again Negan hesitates, but finally leaves, slamming the door violently. "One of these days I'll lose my head" You whisper and wait a little longer before walking over to the man still lying on the floor.

He's so weak he can't even move, as if to ask him to put you on all fours and make you moan until you're hoarse. You watch him closely, his hair matted, dirty, too long for your taste, his skin black from the dust and dirt in the cell, among other things you don't want to think about. You frown at all the scars on his back, you're sure Dwight couldn't have done all that to him, some of them look very old. Carefully you bend down and touch his shoulder slowly. Daryl tenses and in one sudden movement you're lying on the ground, the man on top of you, his hands around your neck, his fingers squeezing your skin tightly. He's really choking you.

You gasp and thrash your arms and his face several times, but he doesn't seem willing to loosen his grip.

"H...Hi...Hilltop!... "You say barely. "Jesus!" You say again and then the pressure disappears.

Daryl looks at you with wide eyes through the strands of hair, his hands release your neck as you begin to cough loudly, you feel him move cautiously to your side, but he doesn't move too far away, studying you carefully, watching your every move in case it's a trap to finish what he has started. Still coughing you sit on the floor rubbing your neck, you glance sideways at him and see him avert his gaze, your robe has opened a little exposing your body, you smile, but adjust your clothes and throat clears.

"No doubt my brother was right..." You say, but you gesture to him pointing to the door and then put a finger to your lips as a sign of silence. "Come with me, I've prepared a hot bath for you."

He doesn't trust you, however, he gets up following you to the bathroom, as you promised him there is a bathtub waiting for him, you make him get in and start rubbing his skin and hair letting all the dirt dissolve in the water. There with the noise and away from the door, you can talk freely.

"Jesus sent me a message warning me that Negan had attacked your group." You tell him as you rub his scalp. "He asked me to help you get out of here, that Rick needs you in Alexandria." You continue, telling him your plan.

"Why?"

"Jesus is my brother, I became Negan's wife to know his plans from the inside and sabotage them little by little, I'm not proud and I'm sorry for what you people have had to suffer, but it's complicated to get close to him." You confess and sigh heavily.

Two years ago you showed up at the door of the Sanctuary, pretending to be lost, scared to death, in need of food and a home, Negan believed your story and took you in as a Savior with the condition of becoming his wife, again honoring your role you accepted desperately, however you were not going to let him treat you like trash as he did with the rest, when you gained his trust you showed your feisty character, contradicting him, making him angry, attracting his attention and becoming one of his favorite girls. Sex was the hardest part at first, but eventually you realized that the man was attractive, despite his volatile and sadistic nature, and knew how to treat you in bed, so you took it as your reward for being in the lion's den.

"If he catches ya freein' me, he'll kill us both and there will be consequences for my people."

"That won't happen, I've been thinking of a plan so you can escape and he won't suspect me..."

"Sleep with me? Negan told me as we were on our way here."

"That's what I told him, yes." You laugh and rinse his hair. You help him out of the tub, hand him a towel to cover himself. "Do you think you'd get hard if he was in front?"

"Ya wanna him to be in front?"

"I want you to threaten me and he can't defend himself, you'll lead me to one of the exit doors and escape before anyone can follow you."

"Why do y'think he would defend ya, won't his men follow me?"

"Don't worry, Jesus will be waiting for you and he'll know how to get rid of them, trust me."

"And what about Negan?"

"He'll do what you ask of him, I'm his favorite, he won't let you hurt me." You assure him, Daryl seems hesitant, but finally nods his head. "Good, now eat some, I need you to get your strength back." You hand him what you have prepared for him and he eagerly devours it.

In the next few minutes that Daryl is eating you explain to him in more detail your plan, of course sex was only a possibility, you don't think you could ever touch Daryl in that sense, you don't know him, but in a stressful situation like the one he's in, you're sure sex is the last thing on his mind. When he finishes eating you smile and let him relax a little more in your room, he's going to have to go back to a rough and filthy cell, at least if he gets some sleep on a bed, his body will thank you.

"Well, I'd better call the guys to be taken back to your cell." You say and he gives you a sidelong glance. "Remember the whole plan?" You ask and he nods again.

You are about to get out of bed when you feel his hand on your knee. You look down to discover his fingers slowly creeping up your skin, hiding under the fabric of your robe, you look at him in surprise and see him staring at you. You want to stop him, tell him he doesn't need to do that, you can have fun the day Jesus responds to your message and carry out the plan, but not now... you lose the thread of your own thoughts when his fingers brush against your mons and find their way between your legs. You gasp, your gaze unfocused for a second as his fingertips touch your button and stop there. His eyes watch you, his fingers move very slowly over your clit and Daryl watches as your face transforms into a grimace of pleasure. It's been a while since he's touched a woman, but he still knows what he's doing.

You close your eyes when you feel Daryl's lips on your neck, his hands run over your body giving you goosebumps, you sigh and hear a growl near you, you open your eyes again discovering Negan sitting on his couch, watching you, biting his lip, moving his leg nervously. He wants to join in, he can't stand to see Daryl touching you and making you moan and him not being able to prove he does it better. But you have to admit that Daryl is a better lover than you expected, that day he proved to you that he could make you shudder and beg just by fucking you with his fingers and now he's doing exactly the same. You moan low as you spread your legs wider for Negan to get a good look at how Daryl's fingers sink inside you over and over again making a wet sound to accompany your moans.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum..." You say feeling the pleasure building in your stomach and your pulse quickens.

"Stop it, get her on all fours." Negan says getting up from the couch unbuttoning his pants urgently pulling out his cock, hard, head red and angry, spitting pre cum fluid.

You can't help but smile and get even more excited, Daryl grunts, not happy to see another man's cock, but he has to admit he likes your body and is enjoying you, so he does as Negan asks; he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, helps you turn around and you rest your hands and knees on the mattress, you look at Negan with a naughty smile and open your mouth, egging him on.

"Oh honey, I'm going to fuck that slutty throat of yours." He growls walking straight towards you, grabs you by the hair and shoves his cock inside your mouth. "That's it, suck it like you know how." He says giving you a tug on your hair.

You could refuse, leave him desperate and hating you, but you need him relaxed, your guard down, so you close your lips around his swollen cock and start sucking, pumping up and down, licking and sucking his tip with special interest, hearing him curse and grunt through his teeth, his fingers not loosening their grip on your hair. Daryl watches you for a few seconds, his cock needing attention too, your hips are slightly raised and your legs spread, letting him see your wet pussy ready for him. He bites his lip jerking his length a couple of times before positioning himself behind you. You moan against Negan's cock as you feel him slide his tip between your folds, touching your clit then pressing and pushing inside you slowly, his size dilating you as he goes deeper, you pause for a second, your mouth wide open for Negan, but you are unable to process the excitement that is coursing through you at that moment. Daryl stays still inside you, then slowly pulls out again, only his tip still in your pussy before he thrusts once more, hard, deep, drawing a moan from you that you yourself have never heard before. You need to pull Negan's cock out of your mouth to breathe, as Daryl holds you tighter around the waist and does the same again, your eyes roll as he finds the perfect rhythm, fast and deep. Negan pushes his cock against your lips again and you obey letting yourself be fucked by both men until you feel yourself losing consciousness.

Negan cums in your mouth, holding you by the back of the neck as he unloads completely, you swallow quickly and slap him several times on the legs to get him to release you. He loves to see you desperate, but he pulls away and you spit out his cum, however, Daryl doesn't give you time to process it, pushes you back against the mattress fucking your aching pussy with more intensity and you feel your orgasm rock you, you clench around his cock and you both moan, his seed spilling inside you with the last more erratic and uncontrolled onslaughts.

Your body falls onto the bed totally exhausted, breathing hard, feeling yourself shaking, your knees like jelly, your pussy pulsing as you feel the hunter's semen dripping out. Daryl is also trying to recover, Negan is no better, sitting on his couch. You have to stick with the plan, but all that has hit you all hard. You swallow still feeling some traces of Negan's semen in your mouth, you look sideways at Daryl and he nods slyly.

The plan works better than you expected, Daryl gets dressed as he holds you down, a knife against your neck, you tense, you tremble and look at Negan pleading for help, the man is angry, but he won't make a move that would put you at risk. Daryl pulls you to the door you guide him with small signals, no one is after you, Negan's men keep their distance so you don't get hurt.

"Go." You tell him by slyly pushing him away.

"Come with me." He asks you without letting go, but you shake your head.

"We'll meet again, Daryl, when the Sanctuary falls." You assure him and smile.

Daryl looks at you for a few seconds and kisses you with intensity surprising you, then you see him quickly leave and escape with Jesus who is waiting for him hidden on the other side of the fences of the abandoned factory.

The war ends, Negan is defeated by Alexandria and the communities that have allied with them, the soldiers who faithfully followed the man are cornered, given the choice whether they want to change or die, many try to escape, but very few manage to go far away.

Daryl lowers his gun and searches the battlefield with his eyes, he feels his chest quicken when he sees you, hugging your brother, Jesus, as he pampers you and whispers something against your ear as your embrace grows stronger. He walks towards you, not wanting to break the moment, but it's been several weeks since you last saw each other and Daryl feels a strange pressure in his chest.

He's not the only one, when you separate from Jesus and discover him next to you you can't help a nervous smile and your heart pumping hard. Jesus watches you and walks away leaving you alone. There is chaos, rage, death and despair all around you, but now you see and hear nothing but yourselves. You smile and move a little closer to him.

"Yer alive..."

"I told you we would meet again."

#my stuff #smut #ask me #anon request #norman reedus #normanreedus #daryl dixon #daryldixon #one shot #daryl x reader #daryl smut #ask anon smut #twd smut #negan twd #negan smut

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fanyyy444 · 2 months

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✮Motivational Post✮

(Personally made for me but feel free to accept my words if somehow they resonate with you/your thoughts/concepts, mindset, etc. Or whatever..(:♡)

(Skip this post if you're not into manifestation please??)

This is my life, my world, my reality, and I have the power to make any changes I want, just because I want so. I am completely capable of anything, I can and I will achieve any and all of my dreams, goals, etc. And I am fully aware that everything I wish for comes to me naturally and immediately, I know that it is a fact that they have no other choice but to come to me🩷

I AM the creator of my own reality, whenever I want/desire something, it has only one choice which is to come to me and me only. I do believe in divine timing, perfect time, the right time, etc. But I also believe that my desires will come to me the exact moment I allow them to, I have some desires on mind but I'm NOT allowing them to become reality right now, and it's because I don't want to, I don't feel ready to receive them, BUT, the moment I tell myself "I'm ready", the moment I allow my desires to come to me because I feel like "the right time" is now, my desires have no other choice other than come to me the exact moment I allow them to, the moment I feel that I am ready🩷

I'm aware of my powerful mind and mentality/mindset, and I am infinitely grateful for having such powerful, positive and magical mind and mentality/mindset, I just love my mind so much, and I love myself too🫶🏻💗

How could I not?? I'm the perfection itself, I love and admire myself unconditionally and way more than infinitely💖 I am my own best friend forever🫂 It just doesn't matter how many friends I lose, in fact there was a reason for it to happen, I understand that I have to let certain people go, u know, they just won't add anything good in my life🤷🏻‍♀️ Recently I've lost my 2 bff's, but I'm not regretful of my decision or the things I said to them, I wasn't feeling like myself with them, our friendship were no more true and I just wasn't feeling comfortable with them anymore, I was feeling like our connection wasn't very strong anymore, our paths aren't destined to be together(Couldn't find a way to describe this better but anyways). I don't feel sad or regretful, well I currently don't really know if I'm thankful for the all the laughter and the good moments I had with them, I think I should be..Idk..Yeah I said think instead of know, but I think(Again🥲) I'm thankful for the good moments..Or not??? I DON'T KNOW🥴 The moment I perceived they were no more understanding me, supporting me and respecting me was the time when I finally decided that I had to let them go and that it wouldn't work anymore..

I just don't think true friends tell you to kys nor tell you mean things/reply you with mean words randomly?? They are mean/rude with you for no reason randomly.

Anywayss lol, if our paths are no longer aligned, if our connection feels so weak and dead, if our friendship ended then it just wasn't meant to be, and I fully understand this, I understand there are better people for me, and + I also understand that I'm my own best friend, I'm the one who understands myself perfectly, my own company is enough💗 Though I'm also aware that I'm never alone because I have the Universe, my spirit guides, my Higher Self, my sweet boys BTS and ofc my whole spirit/divine team in general. There are better beings around the world for me and I completely understand it when the Universe cut my cords with someone🩷

I'm very proud of me and who I became, I went through a lot and many times I could've died but somehow I'm still alive..Maybe it means something lol💖

I'm just so strong because I've endured it all this far, and I've learned so many things along the way, I learned how to be stronger every passing day, I learned how to love myself unconditionally, I learned how to endure negativity, etc etc..

I really love and admire myself and who I am becoming🫶🏻💜

In my pov there's no one like me, no one just as unique and perfect as me😅 (When you take self love too far lol😹)

Soo yeah Stefany, you're nice, keep going😭👍🏻

Anytime I feel like giving up again, like I'm not enough, like I'm powerless or whatever, I'll just ignore these feelings or thoughts and think deeply about myself again, about my strength and power(In manifesting senses too). I'm again here telling myself that I am perfect, powerful, loved and many more hihi😊🩷

I'm so strong, I'm so proud of myself🫶🏻💗

I acknowledge my power and I will achieve all my dreams and goals no matter what, I know I can do it and I will! Achieving all my dreams and goals is something destined to me and definitely destined to happen💖

Now just a random pic of very important people who also have helped me a lot through my hard moments, I'm infinitely grateful for existing in the same world and century as them, infinitely grateful for knowing them and being an ARMY!💜

I think now I gotta go lol <3

Byebyee🙋🏻

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thatfuckinjester · 1 month

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i'm in pain so i wrote lmao

sometimes shit just happens, and there's nothing anyone can do to change it. not that anyone tried to, or cared enough to notice it.

phantom has always been that way, if he's being fair; in the pit especially. most packs loved to play on that, promise him things that they knew he wanted, make him feel special for just a little bit until they took all of his things and left him alone, sometimes even hurt him just for the fun of it.

it took him way too long to understand to not trust packs, or anyone for that matter.

but phantom really thought that he can trust this new pack who seemed to accept everyone, they seemed nice enough, they accepted aurora with open arms, he was just an odd one but he's sure they like him. even just a little bit.

or at least that was what he thought until that night.

he's at the band's practice room in the middle of the night, opening another can of those energy drinks they always had, he promised himself that he'll practice it just one more time and that's it. but he also promised it a few hours ago, it doesn't really matter though, sleep can wait.

but then he heard them. he didn't mean to, he truly didn't, but it's not his fault that they decided to speak so loudly in the middle of the night. or maybe it was his fault for sneaking to the practice room in the middle of the night.

"i've talked to aether," they said, the other humming to acknowledge it, "said he'll be back soon."

phantom held hus breath as they said, "yeah?"

"yeah. meaning that little jerk will be back to the pit soon."

"good, i can't...." and phantom didn't hear anymore of the conversation, the two of them moving away. phantom still felt like he was holding his breath.

the next day he hasn't left his room, and that's okay because no one came to check in on him anyway.

and then, this thing came back, he was so sure he has gotten rid of it after it hasn't happen for a month or so, he isn't good with topside time yet.

the thing is, a lockdown, or at least that's the word that feels the most right to call it, after all his body just stopped. legs, arms , hips, fingers, neck, even his fucking tail were some kind of locked, he couldn't move them, he just fell gracelessly, not being able to stop or soften the fall, and just laying on the cold floor, even whimpering in pain was too painful.

and phantom has learned already, that if it happens he should just wait it out, trying to move anyways just hurts and take energy that he doesn't have in him, his body wasn't in his control anymore so why make it listen? why not just give up from the start, especially if it's just a lockdown.

it used to make him spiral into a panic attack, now he just accepts the hurt with open arms.

and even though he was sure the pack could heat the thud of his fall, nobody came to check on him. it wasn't like he expected them to anyways, he isn't their pack, he isn't important.

and sometimes that's how it is, you fall and raise, only this time phantom didn't feel like raising, the cold embrace of the floor was too familiar, too comfortable than trying.

when he did finally get out of his room, it was for rehearsals, and his body kept being wrong. his hands shaking, his eyes and ears twitching, his legs jumping at random. phantom knew that it annoyed all of them, that they were rolling their eyes and sighing in annoyence anytime something he couldn't control happened.

he's as disappointed with himself over it as they are, maybe even more.

the fainting came back again too, he could just do his chores and then find himself on the floor, he stopped worrying over it after the first five times it happened, and would just curse himself for being so horrible, for not doing anything right.

phantom has prayed to satan to stop it all and just take him back, he wasn't that scared of getting sent back to the pit anymore, anything is better than this.

he has asked the stars to stop shining for him, to let his star burn itself out already. he really couldn't handle it for much longer.

and maybe, maybe, that's why phantom shouldn't have been scared when he looked at the stars, closed his eyes as tears fell, and opened them again just to lose the sight of stars, of the moon, of the sky, of everything.

#jester rumbling #more projecting onto phantom #because everything hurts #i've burnt myself out #and my body is failing me.#ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit

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hannahmanderr · 8 months

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ACTUALLY WAIT I ASKED FOR DANNY AND DAMON SO I ALSO HAVE TO ASK FOR VALERIE AND JACK AND MADDIE to make it fair 😌

(affectionately calling this Duly Deputized Hunting)

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

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"So!" Jack clapped his hands together, nearly making Valerie jump from the sound. "I bet Danny told you all about the Fenton EctoScrambler, huh? Did you want a demonstration? I mean yeah, we're not using actual ghosts as test subjects anymore of course, but we can still -"

"That's okay!" Valerie said, throwing her hands up with a kind smile. "I already heard about it from Danny." That was a lie, but hopefully neither Fenton parent would pick up on her fidgety fingers and bouncing leg.

She would lose whatever nerve she'd gathered before coming here if she got sidetracked now.

Maddie, thank God, could see the somewhat unrestrained panic in her eyes. She laid a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "Honey, let's not overwhelm her. I'm sure I heard Danny say something about demonstrating it to her later this week." Valerie relaxed and met Maddie's eyes. A knowing twinkle glimmered behind the older woman's irises, a twinkle that carried the experience of taming her husband's energetic zeal. "You said you had something to ask us on the phone?"

And just like that, Valerie's heart rate skyrocketed again. She picked at the edge of her sweater, desperately wishing she had something to tinker with. "Yeah. I mean, yes. Only if that's okay, of course." She nearly smacked her forehead. Way to play it cool, Gray.

"Of course!" Jack said with a hearty laugh. "Why wouldn't it be okay? You're practically family! Danny's brought you 'round often enough, you should know that by now." He shot an exaggerated wink to Valerie as Maddie gasped "Jack!" and nudged him in the arm.

Valerie's face flushed warm, though strangely not from Jack's teasing. You're practically family echoed in her mind, sending an electric warmth down her spine and across her whole body.

It wasn't as though Jack and Maddie had never accepted her. Far from it, in fact; they'd been ecstatic to finally discover that the famed Amity Park Huntress was, in fact, one of their son's classmates, and his girlfriend at that. Jack in particular had been thrilled that there were more from the "younger generations" interested in taking up ghost hunting.

And both of them had supported her ceaselessly. They'd sponsored a paid internship for her the moment she'd gotten her high school diploma. Helped navigate her out of her contract with Vlad. Continued to provide her with whatever tech and repairs she needed, even after her internship technically ended. Designed gear specially for her.

It was more than she could've ever dreamed. After Danny had told her about how rough it had been getting them to let him keep up with his ghost fighting after they learned of his secret ("Of course I'm grateful they don't hate me," he'd told her, "I just wish they could be slightly less overbearing with their love."), she'd expected them to stick her with lectures about the dangers of the job and how she should be leaving such risky endeavors to the grown-up professionals.

She couldn't have been happier to have had her expectations blown out of the water.

"It means so much to hear you say that," she said, her voice beginning to tremble with emotion. Darn it, keep it together girl! "You two have done so much for me and taken me under your wing, and you've gotten nothing in return."

Maddie scoffed. "Don't be silly." She took the hand on Jack's shoulder and reached across his lap to lay it on top of Valerie's. The kind smile on Maddie's face nearly melted her heart all over again. "Not only have we gotten to see our Danny happier than he's ever been, getting to spend his time with you, but we've gotten to see you grow into a bright, beautiful young lady. That alone is entirely worth it." Jack nodded eagerly beside her.

Now the tears were truly threatening to fall, and Valerie Gray did not cry. She sniffed and took a deep breath. "These past years with Danny, getting to know you and Jazz and be a part of your family, they've been the best of my life. I know Daddy wasn't exactly keen on letting me hang out here too much at first, but he knows this whole family cares about me almost as much as he does.

"And I care about you too. I seriously can't even begin to describe everything you've done for me. I didn't even need to ask; you just did it." Another sniffle. "It's like you somehow knew what I needed before I even asked."

Maddie's smile faltered just slightly. "Well," she said slowly, "I wouldn't say that was entirely the case..."

"It was Danny," Jack said. "We wanted to help you, of course, but he was the one to tell us exactly what you needed. Kid was always fretting about how you wouldn't accept the help if it came from him, but he just loved you so much. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you."

Valerie's breath caught in her throat. "Danny..." she whispered.

God, she was going to strangle that boy the next time she saw him. And then kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Breathe girl. In and out. "He's... he's done so much for me too. I wouldn't be who I am without him." In and out. "I can't imagine my life without him." In and out. "I don't think I want to live life without him."

Maddie jolted upright. "Oh my..." she breathed. "Are you saying...?"

"Yes." The tears were falling uncontrollably now, but Valerie's smile felt like it could split her face. "Yes, I absolutely am."

"What?" Jack looked back and forth between the two women. "What's she saying? What are you saying?"

Maddie had started crying too, clutching Valerie's hand in one of her own and Jack's with the other. "She wants to join our family," she said through her own tears.

"Really? That's what this is all about? Well heck, what's all the fuss for then? Like I said, you're already part of the family, Val!"

In spite of herself, Valerie giggled. "No, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm saying... I'm saying I want to spend every day with Danny. I want to be a part of his life forever, and I want him to be part of mine. I want to get to share you as parents, and Jazz as a sister. I don't care what might happen, I just know I want me and Danny to face it, together, for the rest of our lives.

She took another deep breath. "I'm asking for your blessing to ask Danny to marry me."

Valerie suddenly found herself engulfed by the warm embrace of two sobbing Fenton parents.

Soon to be her parents too.

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part 2 here

#danny phantom #valerie gray #jack fenton #maddie fenton #gray ghost #hannah writes #ask hannah #ask game #dooshek #im sure you can see where this is going *evil grin*#okay but real talk #valerie deserves all the good parents

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marshallpupfan · 3 months

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Going Back to my Rubble & Crew Theory...

Back in December of 2022, I wrote up a theory based on how Rubble's backstory might link up with his yet-to-air-at-the-time spinoff, "Rubble & Crew". If you like, you can click here and check it out. If not, here's a recap of what I said.

Rubble's family had a big, big job. They were incredibly distracted and inadvertently became neglectful of their youngest, Rubble.

Due to his age, Rubble wasn't allowed to help. He didn't get why everyone was gone so often, thought no one loved him anymore, believed himself to be on his own, and ran away.

Months pass. His family can't find him and later accept he might be gone for good... but deep down, they never gave up hope.

Rubble encounters Chase, Marshall and Ryder. Rubble impresses Ryder during a mission and later joins the PAW Patrol.

A year later, Rubble's made a name for himself in Adventure Bay, but nobody thinks to look for him in such a small town.

The events of the first theatrical film happen. After being involved in a big rescue in a big city, Rubble & the other pups end up on the news and are regarded as heroes. This news broadcast is seen all over the country.

Rubble's family sees this broadcasts and finally discover their little Rubble's alive, well, and has grown to become an experienced construction pup.

They quickly head to Adventure Bay to meet up with Rubble. Many hugs and tears soon follow.

The family apologizes for neglecting him, but Rubble also apologizes to them, realizing now the burden they had and why they were gone so much.

The family wants him to come back with them, but Rubble says he has a new family now and they all love him, thus he doesn't know what to do.

Conveniently, they have a new job in an upcoming town called "Builder Cove", which just-so-happens to neighbor Adventure Bay. He doesn't have to pick which family to stay with now!

Keep in mind, I wrote this before knowing that much about Rubble & Crew or even how things might continue in the next theatrical film, "The Mighty Movie". All any of us knew was A) Rubble now has a big family, and B) "Builder Cove" is new and will neighbor Adventure Bay. I took a pure guess based on these two details.

I thought it'd be fun to go back and see just how the spinoff connected with Rubble's backstory, as well as just how much of it I got right! Here's a list of what they did...

Rubble suddenly has a big family because Spin Master said so.

All that stuff about Rubble being alone and not having a family? Well, never mind that.

Look, just pretend "Pups Get a Rubble" doesn't exist, even though it still airs on TV and can be found on Paramount+.

And there you go! I was....... 0% correct! :D

...no, really. I'm not trying to be cynical. That's honestly it.

While I haven't seen much of Rubble & Crew (I've seen exactly two episodes, and only because Marshall and Chase were in them), I have heard others talk about them. And yeah, going by what they've said, they really did just flat-out ignore Rubble's backstory. Out of lazy convenience, I imagine. That's a shame, if you ask me. To think, I put in way more effort than anyone at Spin Master.

Viewers, and that includes older fans, love these characters. You want them to have some meaning behind them, and backstories often accomplish this. However, they lose that meaning when the very studios behind their creation disregards these details whenever they feel like it. You all know I'd love to learn about Marshall's history, but I want it to matter and not just be something that pops up for a single plot of a movie, never to be references again... or simply tossed aside when it becomes inconvenient to a writer. I feel like these characters deserve better than that.

Well, what can I say? Hey, that Rubble & Crew episode involving Marshall was pretty cool. Wait, what does this have to do with this post? I don't know... but have a cute pic from that episode, anyway.

#PAW Patrol #PAWPatrol #Rubble & Crew #Rubble&Crew #Rubble and Crew #Rubbleandcrew #Rubble Crew #RubbleCrew

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dreamingofmarauders · 9 months

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What about me?

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: In which Sirius Black doesn't treat you like the queen you are

Warnings: Neglect, fighting, yelling, crying, angst, some fluff (maybe? Not really?)

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You felt a smile slide onto your face as you heard the front shut. You quickly finished arranging the food for dinner onto two plates, and carried them to the dining table. Sirius came in just then as you placed the two plates. You smiled and immediately moved forth, throwing your arms around him.

"Hiya, Siri. How was work today?"

"Alright." Sirius mumbled out, his arms still hanging limp by his sides. "Listen, y/n, I'm really tired, Moody made us really work. Could you maybe... give me a bit of space?"

You felt a bit disappointed, those words making your heart hurt. Things weren't as they used to be. You and Sirius were both in the same house back at Hogwarts, just a year below him. However your bright and sweet charm soon had Sirius Black trailing after you like a lost puppy. By your sixth year and his seventh, Sirius had finally asked you out and you couldn't have been more delighted to say yes.

Once you graduated Hogwarts, Sirius offered you to move in with him into his flat and you were beyond happy. It was amazing, coming home after an exhausting day of work, only to curl up into each other's arms and enjoy a few moments of peace. Sirius worked as an auror, completing his last bit of training. Meanwhile you, were learning a bit more and in a few years hoped to become a magizoologist.

Everything was going wonderfully.

Until it wasn't.

Recently, things have been different. Sirius used to be very touchy, whether that meant an arm around your shoulder, or a hand on your waist, placing kisses on your face, head, and if he was sly enough, your lips. However now, he barely accepted your embraces, let alone give you some touch of affection. No lingering touches, no kisses. He would come home, eat and go to sleep. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke.

"Sure." You replied to him, taking a step back. Sirius turned over to the dining table, while you stood there, your eyes glossing over. You shook your head, regaining your composure. You slid into the chair across from Sirius.

"So, are you off from work tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

You tentatively asked, "Do you want to go out tomorrow? Maybe to a restaurant? I'm free as well."

Sirius hummed, "I'll think about it."

You nodded, before you remembered a funny incident earlier at Lily's house, which involved you, Lily, Marlene and Alice trying to bake, although when you tried to roll the dough into small little round balls, they turned out too sticky. After a confused five minutes, Lily came to the realization that most of the flour was missing. All eyes had turned onto Marlene who had taken up the job, and the blonde haired had sheepishly smiled, hands raised in surrender before all the girls burst into laughter.

A smile cast onto your lips as you began to speak, "Oh I was at Lily's today along with the girls, funny thing happened, Marlene-"

"Y/n, could you maybe not? I'm not in the mood." Sirius interrupted fixing you with an annoyed gaze.

You fell quiet, your heart beginning to break. This was what was happening nowadays. He barely paid attention to you, and would not pay attention when you tried to have a conversation with him. You both were drifting apart and you didn't know how to keep the last threads of the relationship from breaking. You were being pushed to the side, trampled upon, but not anymore.

Tears collected in your eyes and you angrily stood up.

"Am I not good enough for you? Do you not love me anymore?"

The sudden outburst had caused Sirius to look up in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

You scoffed in disbelief, "What am I talking about? What am I talking about?" You shouted. "You've been pushing me around for so long now! I hug you, you tell me to give you space! You never hold me, for crying out loud, I don't even remember the last time you gave me a kiss, or when we may have had an actual conversation!"

Sirius' face flooded with anger and he stood up as well, a fire in his eyes.

"So what am I supposed to do? Be glued to you every second of the day?!" He retorted. "I'm busy and tired, alright? Moody has been working us hard, and I can't seem to get any time to recover! Any free time I have is me trying to do other important stuff!"

Tears streamed down your face, "But you have time to go visit your friends, even go out the whole night while I sit here waiting for you to come back like you promised! You have time for everyone else but me!" You shouted, a sob escaping your mouth.

Sirius looked at you with an unbelievable look. "But they're my friends, they matter-"

"And what about me? Do I not matter to you? Why do I do so much for you only for you to toss me aside? I'm human too, I have feelings as well. What about me?" You breathed out in such a distraught voice, your body wracking with sobs, and Sirius' eyes slightly softened.

He'd never meant to hurt you.

Your sobs slowed down, and you wiped your tears away with determination.

"Not anymore. I'm not allowing you to treat me like crap, when I deserve to be treated so much better." You declared and you rushed to your shared bedroom with Sirius.

Sirius watched you go with furrowed eyebrows, confusion laced on his face. He followed your steps and thrust open the bedroom door, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

You were running about, clothes scattered everywhere as a suitcase sat upon your bed, already half full. You scrambled around until it seemed to suddenly hit you that you possess magic, and pulled out your wand, waving it in the air. All your clothes and belongings immediately rushed into the suitcase, which shut with a loud thud, zipping around securely.

"No." Sirius breathed out, causing you to look up at him as your suitcase was held in your hand.

"I need a break. I'm done, Sirius." You declared, trying to blink back the tears and hold down the tremble in your voice.

Sirius shook his head, "Darling, please, don't leave. I promise you I'll do better."

You closed your eyes, releasing a breath, "And then what? You'll go back on your word? Neglect me all over again?"

Sirius was crying now, shaking his head as he couldn't come to terms with the fact you were going to leave him. He fell to his knees, burying his face in your stomach, begging forgiveness, anything for you to stay.

"Love, please don't leave me. I promise you, I won't repeat my mistakes again. Please give me another chance." He cried, tightening his hold on you. The tears you had tried to keep at bay began to freely fall.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I love you so much but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."

And despite Sirius' attempt to hold you back, you managed to extract yourself out of his grip and made it to the door. Sirius was on the floor, sobbing his heart out. He heard the front door shut and he felt as if his heart had gone with you.

"What have I done?"

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering if you still write fan fiction about Boku no hero here known as My hero academia. No pressure of course 💙💚

I was wondering what would be the reactions of Katsuki, Shoto, Izuku, Denki, Eijiro, Shigaraki, and Shinso if they learned that their girlfriend was a vampire ( involves drinking blood and being immortal ) smut if you want ( of course you don't have to do all of them )

Kisses from France 💜💛

Hi sweetie! Of course I still write about them. I always will 😙

I'm sorry it took me a while to get it done but I hope you enjoy it. Kisses from Tunisia 😘

Title : You're mine, whoever you are

Characters : Bakugo/ Denki/ Shigaraki/ Kirishima/ Midoriya/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst

Summary : bnha guys' reactions to finding out you're a vampire.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Bakugo :

_ "So.. yeah, that's the truth." You heaved a sigh before carrying on: "And I understand if you'll decide to move on and leave me, it's not an easy thing to accept after all." Your voice trailed off and you lowered your head, hoping he would miss the few tears you were unable to hold back.

_ "I see." He said nothing else, but instead took a few steps your way and cupped your cheeks, lifting your head up and wiping your tears away.

_ "Katsuki, say something please." You pleaded even though you weren't sure if you actually wanted to hear it.

He was still quiet, looking deeply into your eyes as if searching for something.

You pushed him gently and turned around to walk away, if he finds it awkward to leave after your confession, then maybe you should make it easier for him.

_ "Don't walk away from me, we're not done yet." He pulled you back and spoke at last.

_ "But.."

_ "I don't care if you're a vampire or a regular human, I just need to know that you're not causing problems or getting yourself in some." His voice was stern and it truly scared you.

_ "I'm sorry, I hate who I am and the trouble I keep causing but I can't even die! Trust me I tried." Your last words surprised you both. You never meant to reveal that particular secret, but it was too late.

_ "What are you saying?! Kill yourself? Are you insane?!" He was straight up yelling by then and you panicked, he has never raised his voice at you before.

Fortunately, he took notice of your trembling form and stopped screaming, reaching out a hesitant arm and wrapping it around your waist. You didn't resist him, you wanted to be engulfed in his embrace so you allowed him.

_ "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to raise my voice I was just freaked out to know how desperate you've been. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere okay?" He pulled back to look into your eyes: "We'll figure it out together. I love you, vampire or not, you're still my y/n, the same one I fell in love with, and that's never going to change."

That's all you've ever wanted to hear, and a part of you regretted not telling him sooner, but it was fine at last, you're not alone in this anymore.

Denki :

_ "Oww! Sweetheart what did you do?" He moved back, placing a palm over his gushing neck and staring into your eyes with nothing but confusion.

You licked your blood stained lips and for a moment it felt like you were in a haze. Was it because you were in the middle of having sex when you decided to bite his neck and suck his blood? You will probably never know for sure.

He pulled out of your pussy with a groan and you whimpered, missing his dick already. But even in the state you were in, you knew there was some explaining to do.

_ "I'm so sorry, it will never happen again I promise! I guess I was just caught up in the moment." You were unable to tell him the whole truth. As a matter of fact, you were actually caught up in the moment but it wasn't just that. You were hoping he would believe your little lie at least until you're ready to tell him everything.

_ "No that's not it, come on sweetheart you know you can tell me anything." He was still focused on your expressions as you were struggling to hold back while using the bedsheets to clean his wound.

_ "Y/n!" You flinched hearing your name in a different tone than usual. You had to tell him.

_ "Truth is.. I'm a vampire." There, simple right?

Wrong.. his reaction was the last thing you expected to see. He blinked a few times and bursted out laughing.. Did he not believe you?

If you were to be honest, that was not how you expected things to get. You had a wonderful date earlier, came home and decided to carry on with a passionate love making. But there you were naked, anxious and the taste of your boyfriend's blood still present in your mouth. And if that wasn't enough, he took your biggest insecurity as a joke.

Your pained expressions brought him back to his senses, and he finally realized that maybe you were serious after all.

_ "So it's true?"

You flinched under his piercing gaze and awaited to be either yelled at or left alone for good..

_ "This is so cool!" He beamed shaking your arms lightly and kissing all over your face: "Just one thing, are you having trouble finding blood?"

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he wasn't done talking yet: "Listen, use me from now on. I'll give you all the blood you need." His expressions suddenly hardened and you knew he meant every word.

Your eyes watered and you pulled him flush against your chest, unable to form a coherent sentence. So everything worked out in the end?

You were lost in the moment, trying to wrap your head around the idea when you suddenly felt his smooth gushing head prodding your heat.

_ "We'll talk more about it later babe, so shall we carry on where we left off?"

You nodded eagerly and braced yourself as he gently pushed his dick inside of you.

Izuku :

You paced the room impatiently as a thousand scenarios battled inside your head.

Izuku had called you earlier asking you to wait up for him. But that wasn't what freaked you out, it was his tone.

He's usually gentle and sweet no matter what, but the way he had talked to you left you insecure and panicked.

Did he find out about you? If so, what would he say or do about it? Based on your latest phone call, you weren't that hopeful.

_ "Y/n are you home?" You jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice coming from the front door.

You recoiled seeking refuge on the couch and hugging your knees as his footsteps approached.

You looked like a desperate pray awaiting its inescapable demise.

_ "Sweetheart what's the matter? Are you hurt?!" The sight of your shaky form and pale complexion scared him.

He ran to your side trying to inspect the situation as he held your sweaty hands in his larger ones.

Maybe you were wrong after all, maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

_ "Izuku, what did you want to talk about?" You ignored his previous question completely and presented him your own.

He sighed knowing that there was no meaning in dragging it out longer than necessary.

_ "I know, and it's fine! Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you." His genuine smile did nothing to soothe your anxiety.

_ "How? Since when?" Not that it mattered, but you wanted to know.

_ "I've always had my suspicions. I mean, we've been together for years but you still look the same as the first day we met." He lowered his head attempting to hide the blush dusting his cheeks: "I found your stack of blood."

_ "I'm not hurting anyone please believe me! I'm buying those from the hospital!"

Your outburst settled his worries. Truthfully, he was afraid you were hurting others to collect their blood, so he wanted to talk to you about other alternatives, but seeing as you were doing everything safely and legally, he could finally heave a sigh of relief.

_ "Are you okay with it?" You were almost afraid of hearing the answer.

_ "Totally fine! Just when I thought you couldn't possibly get any cooler! Do you mind telling me everything about it? I want to know it all! That is if you're comfortable with it of course! Please don't feel pressured! And just remember that I love you so much no matter who you are."

He is precious, always has been, and his words never failed to ease your heart.

You beamed, jumping in his arms and burying your face in his chest:

_ "I'll tell you everything Izuku, I won't hide anything from you anymore I promise."

Finally, there is someone to share your stories with, someone who would always listen.

Kirishima :

_ "Eijiro, stop smiling and say something please." Never in a million years would you have expected him to react the way he did when you told him the truth.

_ "This changes nothing of the way I feel about you y/n so stop worrying too much about it okay?" He had you in his arms, smoothing a hand on your stiff back as he spoke.

_ "But, did you hear what I just said?" Your voice came out muffled as he had you pressed possessively against his chest, giving you no chance to run away.

_ "Yes, I did, and I don't care. You're still the same person to me." You felt his soft lips on top of your head as he resumed his speech: "Just promise me one thing. Don't get in trouble, come to me if it gets hard okay?"

You were in a state of shock. You wanted to speak, to tell him how grateful you were, how much you loved him, that you would always come to him like he asked you to.. But no words came out of your mouth, all you could do was fist his shirt and weep as you nuzzled his chest.

He said nothing after that, he knows you too well, knows how hard it must have been for you, so he simply held you even closer and allowed you to let it all out.

You were relieved at last, you realize that the way you are might easily creep out anyone, because it had in the past more times than you care to count, so knowing that after all those years things can finally be peaceful for you with the one your heart chose, overwhelmed you.

_ "I will never leave you y/n, only death can come between us."

Yes, that's the happiness you waited for your whole life, and it's finally in your arms.

Shigaraki :

_ "Tenko.. don't stop! I'm close!" You wailed digging your nails deeper into his arms as he rammed you mercilessly against his mattress.

_ "Me too doll. Oh fuck! You're so tight!" He growled sitting up and tilting his head back as his bruising hold gripped your sides pinning you in place.

Your head was fuzzy and all you wanted was for him to keep fucking you until you're unable to utter a sound.

He rolled his hips experimentally, hitting you right where you wanted him to.

_ "Yes! Yes! Right there!" And he did as asked, pounding your pussy over and over and over again exactly against the spot that got you clenching around his dick as you finally creamed all over him.

He fucked you throughout your orgasm and only stopped after coating your overstimulated pussy.

Your nose scrunched up, smelling that intoxicating scent coming from under your nails.

Little did you know, your grip on his arms drew blood.

You shrunk away from him, covering your face with one hand and pushing him off of you with the other.

_ "What's the matter love? Did I hurt you?" He blinked in confusion, tugging your hand as he tried to have a good look at you.

The smell intensified the more he moved around and you couldn't take it any longer.

You pushed him on his back straddling him as you grabbed his injured arm and proceeded to suck his blood.

The symbol of fear froze under your body as he watched you eagerly sucking and lapping at the droplets covering his skin.

_ "What's going on y/n?" He didn't dare pull his arm away, but his concerned voice snapped you back to reality.

You looked up, fear evident in your eyes, but said nothing.

_ "Are you one of them?! I've heard rumors but never seen any."

You still said nothing, it was unclear to you if he hated the idea or not.

_ "It's fine tell me."

_ "And what if I was? Would you hate it? Would you.. hate me?" You finally found your voice, small as it was.

_ "Of course not! What are you talking about?! I mean look at me for God's sake! I'm a freak and I still can't believe you settled for me."

You knew he meant to reassure you, but if anything, his words hurt you. Destructive quirk aside, you've never seen him as anything other than the love of your life.

Villain or not, that's beside the point.

_ "Tenko, stop! You're not a freak. I've never thought of you as one, and never will."

_ "That's exactly what I mean. You love me as I am, and I love you as you are. Nothing else matters."

Your eyes widened and your lips trembled but you could say nothing.

You didn't need to and he didn't have to hear it, it was finally alright.

@moumouton4

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skyloftian-nutcase · 6 months

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Hello hello!!!

Soooo.... im playing Skyward Sword and there's so much to talk about, but two things are taking over my brain and would love your thoughts on them.

1) In a lot of LU fics we see the majority of the Chain disliking Hylia due to the fact the she uses and traumatized the heroes to do her work and Sky normaly protests that she didn't out of hate or not caring for them. Sun clearly tells him that she used him, but was sorry. Do you think Sky just accepted it because the world (and Sun) needed saving, or it was blind love for her and he was willing to go through anything for her?

2) This one... this one had me pausing the game multiple times (like right now...) Why is no one talking about how Sky has the full Triforce?? Gods/Goddesses/Deities+ can't hold the Triforce, meaning Sun couldn't due to her being Hylia and that left Sky to carry it alone, yet Hyrule is the only one talked about having the full Triforce.

Thoughts??

There's always a ton to talk about with Skyward Sword! :D

I won't get into the whole "the Chain hates Hylia" thing as I've touched on it before, but specifically for Sky, I think for sure there are mixed and complicated feelings. I think at the end of the day Sky is the kind of person who forgave his bully despite years of being harrassed - he would absolutely forgive Sun/Hylia, especially since Sun herself didn't even remember. I think seeing everything that Demise was capable of, and potentially seeing the damage and destruction he'd caused in the past, Sky would understand why he had to do this and why Hylia did what she did. Wouldn't make it any less uncomfortable of a feeling, though - does Sun actually love him, or was that ingrained in her as Hylia? Does he even mean anything to her? Could there have been another way? I think at the end of the day he'd reconcile himself with it, he'd learn to trust Sun again (he was clearly still trying to save his best friend in the game despite what he'd learned - I'm sure the actual meaning of it was just displaced to the back of his head and didn't quite sink in until after), but it sure is complicated. He'd have way more right than any of others to be upset about it, though.

I think Hylia became a mortal for the sole purpose of wielding the Triforce herself so Sky wouldn't even need to. I think Sky was the backup plan, honestly, but I have to replay the game to be sure. But yeah, he was destined to wield the Triforce if Sun couldn't do it in time, if she had to instead maintain the seal while he got the item himself. I'm assuming the reason people don't make a bigger deal about it is because Sky utilized the Triforce and then it kind of just chills in his realm, out in the open; he doesn't necessarily have it anymore. I don't know about Hyrule's games, except that he had to collect the Triforce as well to awaken the princess, but I'm assuming people make a huge fuss over it because he still has it, whereas Sky's Triforce is just chilling at the temple? Because I think Legend used the Triforce as well in A Link to the Past, and Warriors definitely used the Triforce (though he needed all three separate wielders to do it, he couldn't do it alone). And Wind had to rebuild the Triforce, right? Or at least the Courage piece? Not all of the boys have wielded the entire Triforce (it might just be Sky, Legend, and Hyrule), but I think Hyrule is the one who might still have it? What is interesting is how Sky had to forge his soul in the silent realms just as much as he had to forge the Master Sword in the goddess flames, and in doing so he was basically molded into the perfect person to wield the Triforce. That's really freaking cool. Sky and Fi have more in common than people note.

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sleepy--anon · 7 months

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Sweet or Sour

Day 12: Bites/Nibbles

Reserved by @wishitweresummer

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Warnings: Intense tickles, mouth tickles

Dream really didn't know why he was still editing, Sapnap and George bickering behind him was way too distracting. He was distracted every two seconds.

"George please! Leave Sap alone so I can work." Dream pleaded, pinching the bridge of his nose. George scrunched his face up, turning back to Sapnap, insulting his upset face, saying he 'looks stupid like that'.

"God! You're so mean! Dream! Why do we keep him around?! He's so evil!" Dream finally accepts that he won't get any work done with them in his office with him. He turned to face them, looking exasperated.

"Sure he's a little mean sometimes but George is actually really sweet too Sapnap. That's why we keep him around." Sapnap glared at him for, once again, pandering to George. Refusing to look at George’s undoubtedly smug face.

"Yeah Snapmap~ I'm sweet~! Like candy~" George shimmied his shoulders, leaning towards him, smirking proudly. Sapnap growled in retaliation lunging at him, pinning him by the shoulders. Dream jumped up straight, afraid he might hit him again, this time sober. George looked at him shocked, not used to him being able to physically retaliate yet.

"Sap...?"

"As much as I want to I'm not gonna beat up your boyfriend Dream. I'm just testing his theory~" Dream flushed a soft pink at his comment before making a small sound of confusion.

"He said he's sweet like candy, I wanna test that~ You wanna help~?" Dream took a second to catch on, noticing how George was still confused.

"Of course~ sounds like something you should test out~" Dream jumped up to sit above George’s head, looking down at his upside confusion.

"I'm so confused, what? Are you gonna lick me? Wait no, please don't, you might actually do that." George screamed out in protest when Dream pulled his wrists up, still under the impression Sapnap was gonna lick his face for revenge and Dream was enabling it.

"Will you relax! I'm not gonna fuckin lick you!" Sapnap yelled over him from his place on his thighs, both of them laughing at the thought of it. Sapnap yanked his shirt up, swiftly exposing his ribs, waiting for the realization to wash over his face.

"D-Dream you're not seriously gonna let him do this are you?"

"I honestly think you deserve this considering you also stopped me from being able to edit. This all could have been avoided if you learned when to shut the fuck up." Dream explained slowly, moving to hold his elbows into the bed. George seemed bewildered at the fact that Dream wasn't helping him, jumping at the feeling of Sapnap’s beard scratching the skin of his ribcage.

"Hold still candy boy~" Sapnap purred, turning his Nike cap backwards, grabbing onto his sides to keep him in place.

"NO! GET OFF ME! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" George screamed out, trying to wriggle himself out of their hold, being entirely unsuccessful.

"Oh bullshit! You've been such a bitch all day, you are well overdue for this actually~" Sapnap refused to wait anymore, not caring about building anticipation. He sunk his teeth his ribs, nibbling at the bones, relishing in the immediate screams.

"Mmmmm... you taste pretty sour to me George~" Sapnap mumbled, snickering at Dream’s giggles. He VERY slowly worked his way up his ribs, feeling George’s rapid breathing, frantic kicking and attempted bucking.

"STOHOHOHOP! YOHOHOU TEHEHEHESTED YOHOHOUR THEHEHEORY! LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO!" George was sweating, his biceps were getting sore from trying to pull his arms free, his face dark red, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"Mmmmno, you deserve this you dick. I'll be as mean as I like and don't you do anything in his favor Dream, I can get you in this same position in under 5 seconds~" Sapnap flicked his eyes up to the blonde when he saw his grip falter. Dream stared in disbelief, not expecting to be catching stray teases. He tightened his grip back up, not risking it, unknowingly giving George a small break. Sapnap smoothed his hand over the bright red skin on his ribs, scoffing at his flinch before moving to repeat his journey on the other side, jolting the brit back to life.

"SAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!" George couldn’t think anymore, all he could feel and think was the sensation on his ribs. Tears streaming down his face, he couldn't move, which in his opinion, made it so much worse.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" Sapnap finally stops, rubbing his ribs firmly after wiping his tears for him.

"Learn from this George, I can retaliate now." Both Sapnap and Dream helped massage the sore muscles in his biceps, letting him breathe.

"God... my face hurts... and I'm so tired now. You have to cuddle me now, that's the rules. We're even now you hold me while I take a nap." Sapnap rolled his eyes at the demand, but complied, wrapping him up entirely like a weighted blanket. Dream smiled at them fondly, giving them a small head pat before going back to his video, figuring he can finally get some work done while they nap.

#augtickletober2023 #wishitweresummer #summer tag #sleepy's fics #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #ler!dream

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Bo Katan x Fem! Reader (This is the Way)

Summary: Bo Katan is new to the covert. You just want to make her feel at home. Part 1 of 2.

You had waited in the shadows when Din had arrived with his new travel companion, the Nite Owl Bo Katan. Your brother had been declared an apostate some months ago, and you were happy he was back. Happy he and Grogu had returned unscathed and that he was being welcomed back into the tribe. Like this Nite Owl was.

You liked her armor, you decided. Painted blue with Owl markings on her helmet. You liked the way she carried herself. The way she glowed in the darkness of the caves.

Maybe it was a good thing Din became an apostate.

When the greetings were over and most of the Mandalorians had dispersed, you watched Din for a few moments as he talked with Bo Katan. He wasn't paying attention to you, but he probably hadn't even noticed you. Which meant it was the perfect opportunity to ambush him.

You mpved quickly, coming in from the side hard enough to knock your shoulder into Din's, making him stumble to the side with suprise before turning to glare at you.

"Y/n? I'm happy to see you but did you really have to do that?" Din fired at you, sighing. He loved you. He really did. But sometimes he wished he could feed you to the alligator turtle.

"You haven't introduced me to your friend yet big brother." You tell him with your hands raised. "Too bad you don't have much of a brain bucket head."

Din sighed and rolled his eyes. "This shrimp is my little, adopted sister y/n. She's usually this rude, so I would suggest you learn to put up with her."

You snorted. "I'm only rude to you."

"Yeah, that means your still rude."

You flip him off, and Din laughs before pulling you into a one-armed hug as Bo watches, amused.

"So you're the famous Bo Katan of House Kryze." You look at Bo and smile under your helmet. "Would it be appropriate to call you Princess or my lady?" You offer softly.

Bo laughs a little. "Both are acceptable." She pauses. "I wasn't expecting a warm reception."

"Why? We're all Mandalorians?" You reply. "And you were bathed in the living waters, your following the creed."

Din nods. "She's right. You also saved my life."

"Bonus points." You joke and Din laughs. You shift on your feet. "Would you like a tour?"

"...of your cave?" Bo teases.

You snorted. "It's not a cave. It's a home." You look at Din. "We won't be long."

"Alright. Just remember how upset the Armorer was when you were late to training last time. Don't take too long sister."

You shrug. "I know I know. I'll see you soon Din." You watched as he walks away, and turn to Bo; a bounce in your step as you take her hand and hold it, startling Bo a little.

"Sorry." You drop your hand. "I got a little too excited." You laugh nervously and Bo smiles.

"Din never mentioned you were so enthusiastic."

"Well...it keeps me going." You shrug and start to walk down a series of tunnels. You carefully point out the nursery, the common room, and the library as you go along. "It's going to be rather short. I'm learning how to forge."

"You're the Armorers Apprentice?" Bo asks, and she gives you a once over. Your rather small, and don't look particularly strong. But Bo also knows not to judge a Mando by their Beskar.

"Yeah, I have been since I was a kid, and they rescued me." You reply. "She paired Din and I up as battle buddies and things grew from there. I didn't have a family before I came here." You admit. "That's what's so nice about the tribe. We take care of each other."

"Even someone like me?" Bo asks warily.

"Especially people like you." You reply warmly. "You're not alone anymore, Lady Kryze."

Bo turns away for a moment and nods. "Not with you, I'm not." The comment is a little sarcastic, you think, but Bo sounds kind? You hesitate, and Bo looks at you again. "You have a way with welcoming people."

"I'm okay." You reply shyly and stop in front of a room. "This is your room. You get it all to yourself."

Bo looks in the whole in the wall of the cave. There's a bed, a chair and a storage crate. "Thank you."

"Anytime." You reply. You hesitate because you want to see more of Bo but don't want to scare her. "I could show you the ropes." You offer, and are delighted by Bo's laugh.

"Oh? Could you?" She teases, and your heart skips a beat.

"Oh. I'm a great tour guide." You tilt your head, and add; "Just as long as my big brother doesn't get in the way."

"No. We can't have that, can we?" Bo replies smoothly. "I'll find you tomorrow and you can teach me more about your tribe."

"This is the way." You reply automatically.

"This is the way." Bo answers after a moment, and you give her a bow as you depart. Waving over your shoulder and almost colliding with another mandalorian if the tribe. They gently push you away with a sigh and you apologise, Bo watching you go.

Maybe being part of the watch wouldn't be so bad after all. So long as she had you.

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #star wars mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #bo katan x reader #bo katan x female reader #star wars x reader #request #answered

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Crawls out of a hole in your wall

GET MAGICAL GIRL'ED MOTHER FUCKER!

"Despite it all, This Empty Shell still Remains." -Pre Acceptance Quote

"Within this Hollow Heart, Love Still Remains!" -Post Acceptance Quote

This is Claire Taker, a new OC I've made! And let me tell you- the origins of the OC is fucking weird.

This tainwreck of a Lady came about because I was reading @zoeywinterrose's smiling critter fanfic on A03 (which you can check out HERE), started letting THE VOICES speak through me, eventually pulled out the original story I have and made the Caretaker seen there into a fully realized character in my story (get it? Claire Taker?), told them so, found each other on tumblr, because friends(?), and they maybe sort of said yes when I said I was gonna draw the character and make and AU of their AU (in some order there, the progression of events may be off a bit)... I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT TO THIS POINT.

So yeah, I'm gonna be both explaining this character, my own story, and having all that be loosely connected to Poppy Playtime (Again how did I get here?) So the tags are gonna be silly because of that.

Claire Taker is, as said before, a Magical Girl by the name of Heart Hollow (well Technically Magical Woman, she is pretty old but I prefer saying magical girl)... well the term for in my Canon is a "Blessed" or "Actor"... but those are the official terms, she and the others still use Magical Girl and Magical Boy (because that IS what they are)

And yes! There are both Magical Boys and Girls in this World!

Claire Fights with her Fists and Legs, being a close range brawler, as well as fights with her threads. She uses them in a variety of ways, from creating points to jump, pulling things to her or pulling herself to them, wrapping up targets, or even sometimes using them a whips.

Her Threads are also capable of Stitching people back together and healing them! Apparently the world thinks this means she should be one of the few to get constantly injured, needing to reattach her limbs in the middle of fights sometimes! (or it could be seen as caused by her low self worth as well). I mean look at all of those scars! And those are just the ones she couldn't fully heal for different reasons, she gets hurt alot! ("Better then letting one the kids take the hit" she would say)

Her mental health isn't the best, but it gets really bad when she is alone- Luckily, she's gained the trust of the Parents of the three kid members of Her group to look after them while their at work- as well as fostering the teens when they need somewhere private to hand out. (Her home is like one of 2 unofficial team bases)

At this point, almost everyone who isn't an adult (and two who are like 18-19) calls her Auntie- which she is still getting used too.

After finally getting into a far more okay mindset, she takes to jogging and exercise in her free time. She even helps the younger of the team practice fighting forms and working out when they train at all.

She actually owns a good few properties thanks to her parents- and after her depression weakened she put them up for rent. After a while (and learning how to duplicate cash with Starlight from the group's resident self appointed "Chaotic Gremlin") she was able to start getting a good amount of cash saved up for when the group needs a break or wants to go somewhere fun- (The cost is usually split between her and the other full Adult in the group most of the time).

She still has episodes where her is very not okay (like panic attacks or just bad thoughts)- but it never gets to the point where she feels like hurting herself at all anymore. It helps that one of the kids, the team's unofficial mascot, lets himself be her comfort animal when she has these episodes (and while he hates to admit it, he does enjoy her hugs)

That's all for now! If your interest in more of this original story, let me know!.. Though it probably won't be tagged under Smiling critters next... unless I make William apart of this then it will!

A full view of her plot is down below if your interested in that as well- Anyways thanks for reading this and maybe what lies below, and I hoped this sparked your interest/was a fun read all the same! I think I got an AU to write now!

Claire Taker's Story:

(Content Warning! This gets a bit dark!)

Claire Taker used to be a Person of Joy, living life as Happy as any other- even had Children she cherished most dearly... however one day- in a series of events, Claire loses her kids, be it an Accident or something far worse. Believing herself to be solely at fault, she shut down, remaining within her home and rarely leaving. At first those closest to them attempt to help, as it does, even if She rarely talked or interacted. Just being with others helped to keep her afloat...

But she was abandoned- left alone... and that is what sealed her fate. For a long time- years, close to Ten even, she drowned. She lost her smile, her kindness, her emotions, her Love. She tried, and try she did to get better... but she still drowned all the same.

She made many half attempts on her life- and the one time she fully went through with it- she only lived because she forgot to turn off the Safety on the Gun. This attempt was on the day, when she was so close to pulling herself back together that she was reminded of her kids- undoing all the work she did to get better at a single moment (one the prolonged her deep depression for a few more years-)

Eventually, upon one better day Claire spent shopping with a local mall for much needed supplies for her bare home, a Star fell from the Sky and landed nearby. From it formed a Matrix, and Starlight Leaked into the world. The pure, unfiltered and uncontrolled Starlight, the Blood of Creation, tainted the area in its presence, and Claire. The Building Creaked and Groaned as Starlight lashed into the populace surrounding. Many ran as the structure began to collapse around them...

And Yet Claire stepped forward, Drawn in by the Star.

Even while her body warped, as fur sprouted from her skin and monstrous claws ripped out from between her fingers. As her bones cracked and shattered before being reformed. As the demented whispers that long accompanied her gained form, breaking out from Claire's back and ripping into her flesh-

She reached the center, Where the Fallen Star has landed and with her last bit of strength before she became tainted under Starlight, reached out and touched the Glowing Star within the Epicenter-

And Starlight gathered and condensed, leaving her body, the surrounding air, and returning herself from the Monstrous form it was trying to become- And within her hands laid her Matrix, a Softly glowing heart floating between her palms.

A Stranger came to her one day, and promised her he would grant her most wanted wish "To return your children to you" in exchange for gathering as much Starlight she could.

She, like many other Actors, believed his word, and walked forward with a long lost flame in her eyes, ready to do Anything to get her children back.

Even after learning there was others like her (most of them teenagers or young adults), even after learning that many of the monsters she is fighting against and killed to gather Starlight (the Tainted or Cursed) were once people, even after she learned that should she actually get her wish- she would have to kill the other Blessed and steal their Starlight- She continued on.

It was only when the Three Children amongst the Blessed stood against her to protect their older peers then she questioned if what she was doing was worth it- if ignoring the signs that something was wrong was worth it- if her once beloved children would accept being brought back through the blood of others- if she could really kill these three if it was required of her.

It was from there, after giving up and fleeing that she changed from an antagonist to a protector akin to Tuxedo Mask for the Blessed- more so the Three kids that fought in this battle than the other Blessed.

It was here that Claire was taught how to tell if a Cursed was made from a person, animal, or object/fully made from Starlight as well as how to defeat the Tainted without killing the Person or Creature within. She learned that gathering Starlight is unneeded, and should she continue to gather Starlight like she has- she would only overwhelm her Matrix and become a Cursed herself. She learned how to truly use Starlight, how to prevent herself from Tainting someone on accident, and how to dispose of unneeded Starlight safely.

She was slowly pulled into the Group, being one of the Few Actors to listen and stop the senseless fighting between them. Even when she fell and broke, these Bright Souls dragged Claire along, taking her on their group adventures away from the Magic within their lives. Exploring the town, eating at an Café, enjoying the park. Slowly but surely, she became apart of this group, of the team who fought against the darkness that surrounded them.

The rest of the Blessed, especially the younger of them, started to call Claire 'Auntie'.

However, there was one final truth all of them avoided telling Claire, the final Lie told to Claire about the situation, even if in the depths of her heart she knew the answer herself yet feared to speak it aloud in vain hope for it not to be true.

That there was no Wish- That it was the ploy of The Man who Thought Himself God to either gather followers and resources or spark war between those who could threaten his goals and attempt to turn them into monsters- a Truth that they all knew could break Claire, steal her reason for continuing to live, to stand up tall.

They were going to, right after they handled this newest Tainted... but The Man who Thought Himself God appeared near the battles end... and with a smile, knowing Claire's history of mental health, and the reasons for it, held her by the throat while floating in the air, while Claire thrashed and fought with all of her might, while her allies called out in fear and rushed to save her, whispered in her Ear- "I lied~ There is no Wish, no reversing your most heinous Sin. Your children will never come back- for you killed them. They are gone and you killed them."

Claire SHATTERED then and there. Once again all of the work she put into getting better, doing better shattered- and as The Man who Thought Himself God threw her from high above towards the ground- Starlight, once Shining, became fully black- And the Blessed became Cursed under the weight of Despair-

Mother Gospel: The Harbinger of Mourning was born- as so her fellow Blessed fought, and after a long an almost lethal fight, where the extent of Claire's grief and broken heart was bared to the world, the ones who claimed her as their own, with all they had, ripped Claire out of her Depression made Manifest, and saved her from her fate.

Amongst the broken building, Claire laid as her Heart, once healing, was now torn apart once more as she cried tears of sorrow... and then she was hugged by the most youngest of them... then the other children joined in, all crying and making sure their Auntie was okay. The older kids of the Group joined in as well, despite two having to be dragged within. And even the young adults sat nearby and showed their love for Claire-

And that was what it was- Claire was LOVED, and she could Love in return. She was not Alone anymore, and so the dam burst within her and she cried and screamed and hugged back as sadness and joy danced within her. Her Hollow Heart had become not so Hollow anymore.

It took time, but somewhat soon Claire stood, still in mourning of her lost children, still not fully okay, but she could finally move on, she could finally live with those who saved her from that Sea that engulfed her and gave her warmth and belonging.

And so she fought, and even now fights, against those that would bring about the horrors she went through upon to others with the family formed under the Light of the Stars.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #OC #My OC #Magical Girl #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #Again the tags are weird here #I'm very happy with how this came out #And happy I get to share this as well!#Maybe William would look good- fuck I've already done it haven't I #He's an Orphan!#I have! I've already technically made apart of this already #AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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therese-lokidottir · 4 months

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You know mcu really can make favorite and top characters be hateble or they hated by viewers. Like me hate Wanda in MOM. I really hate her in there.

I kidnrhave problem with Wanda in age of ultron, I meant while she told her past (wjy she and her brother hate stark) we never really see HOW avengers suddenly just pardon her and her join. They definitely will suspicious with her first. So that still bothering me

Then in wandavision, I definitely have mixed feelings for that show. Specially with what Monica said and Hayward stupidity and well many. And the ending...... Yeah, no wander many saying that wanda 'too much have free consequences tickets '

And in MOM ho ho ho, it's definitely the worst and before you said she corruption by darlkhold, the book corrupt your moral but not your memories, and in mom Wanda just care with children that she had for 4 days. And before you said they her childrens so of course will want them. Yeah but why she not seaeing vivison, her brother or her parents too? Some viewers said 'she move on fromrthem ao that is why she want the childrens'.

And then wanda go crazy killing spare in ever place while can hypno I first place. My God, what the f&*$ was that? And they said that darkhold in mcu is same like darkhold in agent of shiled. And so far AoS darkhold is make 'evil'/ corrupt but it not make you have killing spare for first chance it got you. Wanda sound very cruel and insane in MOM, and it's too much, and wprse of it she sound like she choose be corrupt, The F

Seriously they manage me hate her so much in MOM

The entire point of WandaVision is that your clearly meant to feel mixed and uncertain about Wanda. For the first few episodes we don't know what really going on. It isn't until the Agetha reveal where it is shown Wanda isn't doing this maliciously or even all that deliberately. It's just something that's happening around her and she's determined to keep it that way.

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Here's a point where it's clear we're not meant to be fully on Wanda side. In this confrontation clearly Vision is who meant to be sympathized with. Yes, Wanda fatal flaw in WV is selfishness, but it's a selfishness born out of desperation and denial. She genuinely did not know she was hurting people.

To discuss Wanda in good faith it needs to be understood that she did not mean hurt others and when she found out she tried to get them out if the hex before accepting to take down all together.

My opinion is that Wanda is not a hero but she's also not a villain. She is mealy a broken person with a power she doesn't have a full grasp on.

The no consequences is she doesn't get imprisoned in the end, but she still ends up alone and hated with no one to blame but herself.

By the end there also nothing anyone can do. Not without Wanda herself going along with it and even if they arrested he she would still be owed a trial that took her mental state and powers in mind. She would also still be owed therapy, that would just be for everyone's benefit considering she's a reality warper who's power that are linked with her emotions.

and yeah MoM is bad, but for me I'm mad at the writing not at Wanda. She went from a character not willing go through hurting and killing people who did her no wrong to just no guilt sending monsters through a major city and killing a teenager to get what she want. Not only is she learning the same lesson again that's not the character she was by the end of WV.

It would be like if Tony Stark not only fully went back to building weapons for the government but he himself was dropping them on civilians. Like, I have been critical of Tony, but that extreme would not be in-character. At that point I wouldn't be mad at Tony anymore I would be mad at the writer.

There were ways for Wanda to have a villain arc and it still fit within her character arc from WV and it just need some time and Waldron outright said he skipped over writing an arc he just Wanda to be the villain of the movie. So, she takes this turn from being in tears realizing she was hurting people to just being eh, I just want what I want. To me the end goal, the want or whether her kids or real or not is moot point because it is A) wrong regardless B) a lesson she already learned.

#asks #wanda maximoff #in defense of wanda #multiverse of madness criticism #dumb walnut

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zegredo · 8 months

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S2E1 scene 3: Park bench

Daytime, shot of the building, people, we're moving to St. James Park, we're watching the river, Crowley is sitting alone on a bench, reading the paper. He is leaning on the railing with his right hand. Close-up of Crowley. You can see the silver frames of the glasses, the sign of the snake on the right (the height of the infinity loop just below the earlobe). He is wearing a polo shirt with the button undone. A man with a briefcase in a checkered coat joins him.

M: The clarinet

M: can make beautiful music.

Crowley folds the newspaper, looks at the man

C: You what?

M: The clarinet?

M: It can make beautiful music?

C: Wrong bench.

C: You want the Azerbaijani Sector Chief. He's over there.

Crowley hides behind the newspaper, having previously pointed his head forward. The man grunts and walks away.

We hear the sound of a miracle. Crowley hides the newspaper again and we see his reflection in a small mirror. The shot shows Shax sitting to Crowley's left. She is dressed in a red coat with a large decorative bow, a beret decorated with a feather, and a red dress.

S: I brought your mail.

C: Anything interesting?

S: Bills, mostly.

Shax hands the letters to Crowley.

S: I don't understand why they won't just deliver them to your car.

C: Send the bills to Hell's finance office.

S: I did.

S: They say they can't accept my signature as your replecement.

Crowley looks straight ahead, the camera probably shows the Head of the Azerbaijani Section and the man who joined Crowley on the bench earlier.

C: Don't give them bread, you idiot

C: Ducks shouldn't eat bread.

Re-shot on Shax and Crowley

S: What are you meant to give them then?

C: Do they know?

S: The ducks?

C: Downtairs

C: Do they know you're checking in with me?

S: Crowley, I'm now Hell's representative in London

S: And Hell doesn't care how jobs get done

C: Yeah, I remember

C: They just care that somebody does them.

During the conversation, we see Shax sitting stiffly, elegantly, as she makes a point about being a representative, she drapes her handbag over her lap and becomes a bit more formal.

C: Pfffft

C: Do you ever just think what's the pint?

S: How do you mean?

C: What's the point of it all?

C: Heaven. Hell. Demons. Angels.

C: It's all… well, pointless?

Crowley shakes his head in disgust, Shax gives him an appraisal look, smiles slightly, faces him.

S: Was it always this easy?

C: Easy?

S: I keep planning complicated strategic strikes to spread misery and panic among the humans, and just as I'm about to put one into motion, they come up with something themselves which id so much worse than anything I could have thought of.

C: Yeah. Always this easy.

Crowley turns his head towards the river.

C: Antithing going on I should know about?

S: You're still persona non grata

C: Yeah

S: Beelzebub put some of the lesser demons on half-rations

Crowley nods with an "oh, interesting but ok" face

S: And something's up.

C: Up where?

S: Up… up…

Dark music plays, Crowley clearly interested in this information, turns back to Shax.

C: something big?

S: Don't know

S: We just got a rumor that something's going down in the up.

S: If you get wind of anything through your contact in the bookshop, let me know?

C: Nah, they don't talk to him anymore

S: If I learn anything that you might find useful, I'll tell you, and in return, you tell me what I need.

Crowley wears a bored, indifferent expression on his face as he hears that something has happened upstairs, looking off into the distance.

S: Got anything for me?

C: Frozen peas.

S: What?

C: That's what you feed ducks. frozen peas. They love them, and it's good for them too.

Crowley gets up and walks away, we see Shax on a bench processing the conversation they just had.

Questions:

Shax says, "I don't understand why they won't just deliver them to your car." Who should deliver the bills to the car? And why should Crowley pay any bills? For what? For a phone call? After all, the apartment is not for him? is it?

S: "They say they can't accept my signature as your replecement." Why? Why can't they?

Why Bills? What is this scene for? No need to talk about bills or if hell accepts Shax's signature as a replacement.

S: "Beelzebub put some of the lesser demons on half-rations" for what? Withdrawals? Food? What do demons even need that can be rationed? And why such a cut that looks like a systemic/collective action, not personal.

Frozen peas. And why are we talking about ducks again? And are we talking about ducks?

Why are we talking about how hell doesn't care how things are done? Why are we talking about people being better at getting themselves uphill than hell's emissaries? and that the existence of angels and demons is meaningless

Hypotheses:

Shax doesn't understand how humanity and calculations work. Crowley never bothered paying the bills, going through the paperwork. He maxed out his bills (we know from the book that he also sent a contract for electronic equipment with the note "learn")

Hell is badly organized, but hell put up Shax as a replacement. Hell doesn't know humanity either and doesn't know how to deal with rewriting property? Is this a problem at all? Will this have consequences?

This is the second time the issue of paying for something has been discussed in this episode. The first is in the Magie's rent scene. Payments can be a thing.

Another mention of payments and the fact that someone does not get it. Why did Bee decide to do this? It's possible that this is a form of motivation for the dispatch to find Gabriel, it's possible that Bee already knows he's missing.

Well, you certainly don't give ducks frozen food, you give them peas, yes, but not frozen ones. Frozen peas, however, sound almost like a fragile, temporary peace.

Because as Adam said at the end of the book, it's best for people to be left alone.

Masterpost here

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When was the last time you were sick? How incapacitated were you by the illness/ailment? End of November. A nasty flu had been going around, so even though I just had Covid the month before I still managed to catch the bug and had a 40-degree fever. It wasn't nearly as bad as Covid, but with that high of a fever I still felt very weak and very very cold. My skin felt like glass, and I was too lethargic to eat which didn't feel good.

Do you often reflect on your past in terms of "eras" or “milestone” time frames (eg, looking back and saying, “it’s been 10 years since X”, etc.)? Sure. It just makes things easier to remember that way, and in some ways a wholesome reminder of how far I've come.

Is there something you would like to do or be, but have pretty much accepted it won’t happen because it’s just “not the kind of person you are” or is otherwise incompatible with your personality, character, etc.? I doubt I will ever make it to the WWE just because it's such a huge, HUGE company with highly selective employment (only 800 employees, and that's including their satellite offices worldwide), plus the fact that I am not an American citizen already kills off any chance I'd have. It's a dream I'm not necessarily killing but have nonetheless accepted that it has little to no chance of ever happening.

Such is life.

When was the last time you experienced cognitive dissonance? Not sure when the last time was exactly, but the sample scenario I thought of is whenever I have a short temper at work. I need to remind myself that it, in the words of Gen Z, "it's not that serious." lol

If you use Letterboxd, what causes you to “heart”/“like” a film? I don't use Letterboxd and I don't really watch movies anymore.

Do you like people watching and is it something you do often? If so, where are your favorite locations to do so? Yeah, but I have to be in a certain disposition or location to do it. I like people-watching in foreign countries, or in my university which is open to the public.

Whether you want to have children or not, what do you think has had the greatest influence on your views of children/childrearing (eg, your parents, your own upbringing, your interactions with children as an adult, etc.)? It would be my experiences and realizations so far as I navigate being an adult. What I mean by that is in the time that I've been on this 'journey,' I've been learning that I like being alone. I'm also very focused on my career and, quite selfishly, I like keeping most of the money I earn for myself and for building my life and doing the things I'd love to experience for my own, like traveling. I don't see myself as the type of person who would go for juggling both career and family.

Is there anything that you enjoy that you simultaneously find intensely cringey? Is it so cringey that you wouldn’t normally admit to actually enjoying it? No. Life is too short to be overly conscious of things you like, and lbr people hardly give a fuck as we have our own lives to deal with.

I just spent four days straight spamming the shit out of my Instagram stories with extremely wordy reviews of the first 17 Wrestlemanias - 15-year-old Robyn would have talked herself out of doing that, worrying that people would think she is a loser lol. But I went ahead and did it anyway regardless if people would read it or not, because in the first place I did it for myself thinking it'd be lovely to have an archive of my experiences watching the shows.

When was the last time you felt someone was being dishonest with you — not necessarily downright lying to your face, but acting or responding to you in a way that seemed false or did not feel like their true self? It's been a while since I felt like this.

Similarly, when was the last time you saw a side of someone that made you question your preexisting perception of them? It's an ongoing process currently. Ange was recently transferred to my team, but I was warned that she didn't have the best reputation in her previous department as she was known for being condescending and bossy, especially towards her juniors.

I don't have a final verdict on her yet as we've only been working together for all of two weeks, but it's something I actively have my eyes on.

If you were a doll, what outfit(s) and accessories would you come with? Purple hair, a t-shirt tightly cropped just right above the belly button, denim jeans, white sneakers, and a cute lil handbag hanging on my shoulder. And an Army Bomb hehe.

What was the last bit of praise you received? People complimented my lipstick a few days ago, I guess that counts? Hahaha.

When you hear or see your name written out (as in /your/ name, not someone else who shares your name), do you immediately recognize it as your own, or is there a moment of disconnect before that recognition? Good question. There's definitely a bit of a disconnect, mainly because my name is relatively uncommon and there's that moment of "hey that's me" when I see my name spelled out hahaha

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