#hes my child. i love him. he deserves the world
Obviously today is mother's day ‘n now I'm just thinking about how Daryl would be on it because I am down bad and imagine too much of my life with this man 😔🙏 (Can you blame me?)
He'd check the calendar and the community one so many times to make sure he had the day right, since obviously that kinda got screwed up with the apocalypse and y'all had to kinda reinvent it, and still it's really easy to get off track.
But he was sure today was the day, and carefully crept out of bed earlier in the morning to surprise you. He picks flowers from the community, maybe slipping from the walls for just a moment to find one he's missing, then carefully arranges them in a vase he'd picked out on a run once.
He quietly goes to wake up your daughter, and together they prepare a luxury arrangement of pancakes/waffles/french toast (whatever be your favorite), and a bar of toppings ready to be added like fresh fruits, homemade honey and maple syrup, freshly whipped cream, and so on.
When you'd come down the steps, rubbing sleep from your eyes, he'd quickly come over to wrap you in his arms and kiss you. “G'mornin’ sunshine. Happy momma's day,”
He'd lead you over to the table where the vase and breakfast bar sit, your daughter presenting a card she'd made for you. And that was just the beginning of it. Daryl secretly worked with her to create all sorts of little crafts and gifts for you.
Later, he'd take you both out to a quiet lake, somewhere he was sure was clear where no walkers or anything would come and disturb you. He'd sit behind you in the warm and soothing sun, keeping hands on you and massaging you, peppering kisses to your shoulders and the nape of your neck, whispering endless praises in your ears as you watch your daughter collect little blossoms and such not far from you, playing with Dog.
“Look at her… you gave me that. Thank you Dar…” You say quietly in wonder and gratitude.
“Ya gave me tha’. Thank you. Ya deserve everythin’. Best damn momma in tha world.” Another kiss to the soft spot behind your ear.
And later, he'd cook you dinner – some fancy cut of venison he'd only ever make for you, then having a campfire in the backyard, the three of you stargazing till your daughter soon falls asleep in your laps. He'd carry her up to bed, and you'd split glasses of wine in the kitchen.
And with the kid asleep, his hands find purchase on your waist, smoothing over your clothed frame as you'd exchange flirty comments. He was so drunk on love for you, mouth sucking lightly at your jawline and neck, trailing down, eager to continue on the skin of your chest.
It wasn't long before you were stumbling to your bedroom, Daryl's hands caressing every single inch of your body, never able to get enough of you.
His head would stay buried between your thighs for as long as you'd want it – no matter how fatigued his tongue got, how sore his jaw became, he didn't even notice it as his focus stayed locked on listening to your every moan, watching you writhe and buck up to his touch.
He'd thank you in every single way imaginable for being a mother. The mother of his child. For everything you do for him, everything you do for your daughter, and everything you do in general, reminding you just how perfect you are. and maybe making you a mother twice over.
And the best part of it all; it didn't need to be mother's day for Daryl to do this. He'd do this any day, ever, no matter the occasion. He does most of these on a regular basis anyway. That man was never religious till he met you and you became the Goddess to which he will kiss the ground in every spot you step, bend to your every will and command and do anything for you, worship you till his dying breath.
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Plz do a Husband corazon + child Law for mother's day 💐💛
Y E S omg I love Corazon, he'd be such a great husband and father. 🥺 On par or even better than Sanji imo.
I hope you don't mind that Corazon and the Reader have a biological daughter as well, I just thought it would be cute!! I also made this a modern AU one, because damn it, Corazon deserved to be happy. :'(
(Note: This is out of order from all requests simply due to the theme. I have made progress on the others!)
Corazon would have a whole plan, partly put together by thirteen-year-old Law and your toddler, Evangeline. Your daughter would draw you a card, while Corazon and Law focused on making you breakfast and of course, it would go all kinds of wrong.
You wake up to hushed shouting between your husband and adoptive son, Law telling Corazon he's going to burn the bacon and to stop smoking while he cooks. Your husband retorts that it's fine, nothing bad is going to happen. He's not going to set anything on fire, unlike at Christmas. For a few minutes you lay there on your phone, listening to your family down the hall. Evangeline eventually comes into your bedroom, pulling on your blanket and calling for you to pay attention to her.
“Mommy, mommy!”
You roll over and lift her up into your bed, giving her a tight hug while she laughs and returns it. What a joy she is, that last nearly three years have been a blessing with her and Law around, you wouldn’t change it for the world. Yes, some people have given your small family odd looks—what are two twenty-six-year-olds doing with a toddler and a teenager?—but you’ve learned to tune them out and ignore them. It didn’t matter what others thought, they could assume you’d had a teen pregnancy all they wanted. It wasn’t the truth, but some wouldn’t even listen or believe you. After all, you’d tried to explain it to your coworkers when you and Corazon adopted Law just before Evangeline was born, but even those close to you didn’t understand it.
“What’ve you got there, Evie?”
“Your gift!” She beams at you and holds the card she’d made out, the biggest grin on her little face. Just as planned, it’s a card she scribbled together, you can recognize your husband’s handwriting to make the words legible, but it’s still adorable that she tried so hard to make you something. There’s a cute little drawing of your family in the card, making you smile and hug her again,
“Thank you, Evie! I—” you’re stopped by the smell of smoke before the smoke detector goes off and kick off your blanket, running down the hall with your daughter in your arms and hearing Law yell that everything is fine, though you’re at the kitchen doorway before he finishes speaking. “What is happening?!”
Law turns to you and points at Corazon, who is waving a towel over the completely burnt bacon to try and get the smoke and smell out the window. “He burned breakfast again!”
“Not like you were helping, little shi—” Corazon stops himself when you send him a glare and cover Evangeline’s ears, shaking your head at him. After the one time she said ‘bastard’, you’d been very watchful of what words were said in your house, “Look, it’s fine! We can salvage it!”
“No, we can’t! It’s burnt black!”
Corazon ignores Law’s complaints for the moment, coming over to kiss your forehead and smile at Evangeline. “Did you give mommy her card?”
“I did!”
“That’s my girl!” Evangeline giggles while Corazon turns back to kiss you as a proper good morning. “Happy Mother’s Day.”
“Thank you, beloved.”
You’re briefly interrupted by a fancy bouquet of flowers being shoved between the two of you, Law looking away shyly as he holds them there for you, his own gift for you for the day that makes you almost cry and heart ache. He’d been with you as your son for the last three years, but this was the first time he’d given you anything on this day. You’ll never truly take the place of his mother, like Corazon won’t really take his father’s place and Evangeline his sister’s, but you’re glad for the smallest bit of progress that has him viewing you all as his family, and you hope for him to continuing viewing you all in that light, even as he grows up and out of your home one day.
“…Happy Mother’s Day.”
Crouching down enough to be eye level with him, you give Law a kiss on the forehead and a smile.
“Thank you so much, Law. I love them.”
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tobias ragg my beloved little silly pookie bear
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Aizawa: on a scale from ojiro to Midoriya, how impulsive are you right now?
Izuku: oh sure, become a vigilante one time and you’re being used as a bad example-
Aizawa: first of all, I used you as a bad example before that and I will be using you as a bad example long after you graduate
Aizawa: secondly, don’t try and make this seem like it was an isolated incident
Izuku problem child Midoriya:
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THIS WAS NOT IN MY SXF CHAPTER 96 BINGO CARD
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I did some twists and turns to the Dreamtale I included in the server me an my friends rp in, and I’ve been kinda hyper fixated so I did a little thing
I don’t like perspective but im going to have to eventually learn, soul shattering I will never be the same once i dominate it
Yea the fucking tree told him to shoot night because everyone is so mean to him so I just yknow she might as well also be mean to a fucking seven year old who knew no better 
Dreamtale (Dream and Nightmare) Belong to Jokublog
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To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope
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omg imagine celebrating a bday of a fictional character.... couldnt be me lol (lying)
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andy barclay, 6 years old, the most traumatized boy in the orphanage, has the cutest little outfits and sweaters, believed by NO ONE, changed families more times than he can count, hunted by a doll possessed by a serial killer, LITTLEST BOY IN THE WORLD.
HE JUST WANTS HIS MOMMA GODDAMMIT
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Why do you think Jake is hypocritical with his opinion on spider, like Jane was once human to and deserves to be called out on his sickening behavior
this exactly. jake has been human, jake has been basically human in a na'vi world despite his body, and jake has been disabled.
spider is all 3; he is human in a na'vi world, raised na'vi (god dammit he was more then na'vi then jake was before he became the toruk), and he's disabled (he is stuck in a world that he is incompatible with, he cannot thrive without assistance, which is textbook definition of disability).
Jake has no right to treat him like an outsider as if A. he is any different than spider (he just had the government and a dead brother to get him a na'vi body) B. he had any choice in being stuck on pandora.
and spider fought, learned, and adapted seemingly on his own to fit into na'vi life, he has so much care and respect for the future, and he didn't barge his way in like some savior for a damsel in distress.
he was a kid, he's 16/17 when we see him in the movie, all of that mistreatment and neglect happened since he could walk. no kid deserves to be treated like and unwanted stray, no kid deserves to be treated like a literal animal.
its even worse when you realize how much of a struggle life already was for spider; he can't connect with his world, his Mother, he can't become a hunter or claim an ikran. he isn't proportional to his world, he can't breathe the air or eat half the food there. so not only was he neglected, but he was forced to adapt on his own to survive.
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My parents should be fuckin ashamed
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"disappointment" is when you show a drawing of the main male character of the book you're writing to your mother and she says he's "kinda ugly" as if he had the responsability of being handsome for being the Main Male Character (tm)
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It hadn't always been sunshine and rainbows in your daily living situation. Considering you are now roommates with a gigantic fluffy (not to mention possibly wanted and a fugitive) moth like creature, you're probably handling things well all things considered.
It doesn't stop how the world treats you, however. There is no sudden good karma or an overflow of blessings after accepting and taking him in (with the goodness of your heart or possibly even more? Who knows but you) as Teyvat and it's stars are unmoved by your actions.
Coworkers and bosses are still the same stoic, sometimes nasty, set of people you must interact with, customers and passersby continue their merry, untouched and unflattered way of dealing with you, stress continues to pile up after one mess up and another by either you or the people who want the mess to belong to you...
Really, all you have left is someone who can't even be seen with you lest they get taken away.
So when you come home to a silent space and with no fluffy moth in sight, you finally break.
'All this work and with no one to appreciate it...'
The muffled sobs echo loudly despite trying your best to muffle it. You don't know how long did you hunch down or when did you even pass out but you wake up to something fluffy, something familiar, and something whimpering.
Your eyes open to your frantically worried roommate whom you thought had also abandoned you. In hindsight, it was a stupid line of thought but you were stretched thin and unappreciated...
Childe chirped as your hand lands onto his orange tufts of messy hair, as a small smile graced onto your face when he practically purrs at a particular area you scratched at. You do your best to comfort him, to tell him you are fine now and just needed a bit of... self care a d appreciation. Suddenly, he stood up and floated by the desk as he gently grabbed and placed a crown of flowers onto your head.
'Ah... so that's where he was when I got back...'
Tears formed at the side of your eyes as you feel a burst of care and love slowly forming inside of your empty heart.
The world, the stars, Teyvat may not care and perhaps you may not always have a place in the stars...
But you certainly have a place by Childe's heart.
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I hope u feel better wifi!!! 💓
MY HEART *holds chest* MY HEAARRT MY CROPS ARE WATERED AND MY PORES ARE CLEANSED THANK YOU SO MUCH <33
the rest of the day is spent in Childe's arms so he can care for and comfort you as much as possible. even if you insist that you're already feeling better, that you're fine, he'll still carry you around the house and let you rest your head on his shoulder because he wants to make sure that you feel loved!! let him do stuff for you, whether it's something like helping you clean or something small like purring into your neck so you laugh a bit- he likes your laugh, it really brightens up a room <33 sometimes he'll reach up to adjust the flower crown he made for you, and you'll grab his hand and lace your fingers with his claws. when you're feeling particularly mushy, you give the back of his hand a light kiss and Childe's purrs rumble even louder <33
the next day, he's very tempted to persuade you to stay home but to his dismay, you insist on going to work. despite your reassurances that you're feeling much better, Childe still whimpers and clings to you when you're leaving, his chin resting on your shoulder. you give him a few good scritches and a kiss on the forehead before departing, and Childe settles down to wait for your return. of course he does activities around the house like always, but he can't help but worry a bit, seeing as he came home to you crying yesterday. he was supposed to be back before you, but had gotten caught up in making your flower crown perfect, just like you.
Childe winces at the thought of your heartbroken expression; hopefully he'll never have to see it again.
he perks up when, after all those hours, he hears the door rattle as you unlock it. Childe darts over the minute you step inside, sweeping you into his arms with an excited trill that turns to a blissful rumble when your hands find their way to behind his horns and begin to scratch gently.
welcome home <3
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I just gotta say something real quick, 2023 is THE year for pathetic men in movies/tv. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules here. My brain does lmao
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ocdnatural is something that is sooooooooooo *brain explodes*
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