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#if you really want an adopt i would be very persistant or just ask me for a commission i guess. idk
catherineaboutlife · 24 hours
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Two Stories of My Three-Year-Old Daughter's Conscious Manifestation
Today I want to share two successes of a conscious manifestation. But not my own, but my three-year-old daughter.
Preface
As you know, children are the most important dreamers who easily adapt to the world around them. Therefore, since my baby has grown up, I have allowed her to dream, to consciously experience this world, talking about the law of assumption in a language she understands - in the form of fairy tales. It works. And here are the last two success stories of my daughter (she allowed me to share them if anyone cares 😁)!
First story
We took a family walk near our house for weeks and again saw a stray dog that had been roaming our streets for more than three months. She is very friendly and kind despite her hard life. A neighbor told us that the other day some hooligans treated her badly and beat her. Unfortunately, we couldn’t adopt her because my husband is allergic to dogs, and the shelters in our city (we live in a small town, by the way) were overcrowded. My daughter asked me: “Mom, why, if we can do everything, is this sweet dog suffering?” I told her that it is really not good that we, having such power, allow this to happen, but we can always change the situation.
I forgot about this situation, but not my daughter. Before going to bed, we were talking to her, and she mentioned this dog again. She knows that in order to manifest something, it is enough to completely identify yourself with your desire, and it will certainly manifest itself into the outside world. So she started telling me that this dog was now in a safe place where she was loved and appreciated. She talked about it so much that I completely believed her. She talked about it like it was real (which it is, u know)!
The day before yesterday we were walking again and the same neighbor told us that a wonderful couple stopped on our street and took this dog into their home. We met them and they turned out to be very nice people and good neighbors. Now the dog is completely safe and in good hands. When my daughter found out about this, she was incredibly happy for the dog and proud of herself (and my husband and I were proud of her)! 🥹❤️
Second story
My daughter has a friend whose father became seriously ill a few months ago (he doesn't have a mom, just a dad, FYI). I spoke with his grandmother, who looked after the boy during treatment. The prognosis for recovery was minimal. My daughter and a friend go to a dance together and he told her this story. Due to his age, he did not know the details of his father’s illness, but he understood that the situation was completely hopeless. My daughter told him that no matter what, he needs to trust that his father is okay, he is recovering and everything is fine, just like before.
We love to talk and fantasize with our daughter before she goes to bed. She shared this story and said that his friend’s dad would definitely get better, and his friend, as usual, would be cheerful and happy (he had been very depressed lately because of this). She said this every day for about a week, fully imagining and feeling the situation getting better.
After about another week and a half, my daughter learned from a friend that his dad was feeling much better and had already returned home. According to her, her friend again became cheerful and happy as before. I was so proud of my daughter and happy for her friend's family!
My husband and I are very proud of our baby. She is very empathic and kind, but at the same time very rational! We have a real conscious manifestor growing up who will certainly get the best from this world! These stories only confirm this. 🥹❤️
I am glad that I can pass on to her such fundamental knowledge about the law of assumption and thereby help her independently live a better life from childhood!
As you understand, the law works with everyone, no matter what! The main thing is to be persistent and pay attention to any depressing circumstances that do not make sense.
Good luck! I love you, guys!
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i-cant-sing · 10 months
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I don’t see any Castlevania asks and that makes me sad as HELL
How would (Y/N) react to Lisa’s burning? How would Dracula’s war court react to her? And Hector and Isaac?
I'm gonna go down the platonic route and make reader Lisa and Dracula's daughter, biological or kidnapped/adopted.
Obviously, any normal human would not react well to anyone being burned at the stake- ALIVE. And maybe when the villagers caught Lisa, they caught you as well and thought you were a witch too. They burned your mother first and just when they had started to burn you, Dracula came and swooped you up and away, along with his now dead wife's remains and while you passed out due to inhaling all the smoke, sustaining some minor burn injuries and well- EXHAUSTION AND TRAUMA, your father returned to slay the entire village and later wreak havoc on all of humanity. Really, a justified reaction from a family man.
Anyways, he returns home with you in his arms and then nurses you back to health all while killing everyone outside. Now, he may still be soft to you but you are absolutely forbidden from leaving the castle. Like you cant even go outside even if Dracula accompanies you. No, he's lost his wife and if youre their bio kid who is more human than vampire unlike your older brother Alucard, then Dracula is way more protective of you. After all, he did see you almost die and really, you remind him far too much of his wife, of her humanity and her kind heart to help others that eventually got her killed.
Initially, right after Lisa's death, Dracula didn't even allow you to even leave your room, too paranoid about some unknown force killing you and him not being able to save you in time. Eventually though, with other vampires and monsters(under his control obv) in the castle, he let you out of your room, but still not out of the castle, and thats when you found out that he had thrown out Alucard and (sort of disowned him??) because your brother was not in favour of Dracula either killing the world or locking you up.
Now, like I said before, Dracula is still soft for you but with Lisa's death he's become a little... emotionally crippled. He has too much pain and hatred inside him, and he's doing his very best that you dont end up on the receiving end of these very negative and very dangerous emotions. However, he sometimes... loses control. When you keep on persisting about how all of this is wrong, about how he shouldnt kill ALL humans, how he shouldnt lock you up or break what remains of this family, he lets his anger out on you. Only a little. He'd yell at you, tell you that you're far too stupid an naive and stubborn to understand what he's doing or why, ask if you're going to side with those murderers that you so desperately want to save over your own family? Are you that blind? He'd drag you back to your room, lock you in there because he wont have you questioning him like he's the bad guy here.
But soon after that, he'd be found sitting in front of one of Lisa's portraits, probably one where she's cradling baby you and he'd start talking to her, trying to explain himself, how he did not mean to blow up at you but you just wouldn't listen to him. The one sided conversation would always end with Dracula feeling guilty and he returns to your room with a heavy heart that just sinks more when he sees you asleep, tear streaks now drying on your cheeks. Sitting on your bed, he'd pet your hair, mumble something about how he loves you and cant afford to risk losing you, smiling softly when you shuffle closer to him.
Since Dracula knows Hector is loyal and sincere to him, he will allow you to have him as your friend. After all, you would need some company in the castle and vampire dad on murder spree is not exactly someone who is ideal for friendship at the moment. So, he permits and even encourages Hector to socialise with you and comfort you. And Hector has a bleeding heart too, so you're in luck because he will happily listen to you express your emotions and provide you with free therapy (he makes dead, one missing limb/eye puppies alive for you🥺) He just wanna protect u too, and while he doesnt agree with you being locked up in the castle, its better than the alternative. Also, has and will fight Isaac 1000% if he talks shit about you because youre human.
As for the court, they know that you are now the only thing dear to Dracula, and while one wouldnt say that you have the vampire king wrapped around your finger, he comes pretty close to it. But its no use really because they cant exactly use you to make Dracula listen to them... or can they?
Considering that you're pretty against the whole "Vampire uprising-kill all humans" plan, they cant persuade you to enslave or kill humans. What they can do is gain Dracula's favour by being... kind to you? Okay take Carmilla for example (because she's the only one I can remember from the court. Her and the brash, red haired vamp?) Now she's smart, she's manipulative and she knows exactly how to use this opportunity. She starts to befriend you by first agreeing that she understands why you're against your father's actions but also tells you that you must understand his decisions from his side. "Your mother was a kind woman, a brilliant doctor and from what I've heard, your father loved her very much. And if you've ever been in love, then you would understand why he's doing all of this." And of course Dracula overhears this because come on, nothing happens in his castle without his knowledge. So yes, he shows slight favouritism towards Carmilla among the court and he may allow her to hang around you a bit (only after Carmilla convinced him that you needed a female friend in your life, and its always better to be in her company than any of those perverted men of his court) but even then, Dracula doesn't completely trust her around you and so he wont allow you two be in contact often.
Dracula would also be way more conscious of your feelings with time, because he will realise eventually that he was far too caught up in his own pain and plan for vengeance that he forgot to see how you were coping with the loss of your mother. If any of the vampires are heard saying something even remotely mean to you, if he even hears Isaac even breathing in disgust at the sight of you because you were part human, they will be swiftly dealt with (girl, he murders them all).
You're his baby, his sweet human kid, his little princess and he wont have anyone or anything taking you away from him. (LET HIM PULL YOU IN HIS LAP AND WRAP HIS CLOAK AROUND YOU AND DRIFT OFF IN HIS ARMS BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY WARMTH LEFT FOR HIS COLD DEAD HEART OMGGGG)
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Ah i miss Castlevania asks too, platonic yandere castlevania asks especially. everyone send in ur asks.
(omg what about yandere brother Trevor Belmont?)
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Yo! Good morning/evening, hope you are fine^^💝. I wanted to ask you a question but I was afraid that it may bother you or something (you know..that feeling when you are scared that you might disturb someone or being an unwelcome person) but yeah I will ask you since i was serious about your answer for some time now so I hope I'm not annoying you or something *feel free to answer only if you wish^^. You seem to know the characters pretty well, you are quite capable and great at reading and understanding them, one of the things I'm serious about is what do you think would make someone qualified enough to be with malleus? Do they have to be of the same species?certain Reputation, stature or traits?(sorry can't help it since I can't rest until I know everything about what interests me and figure it all out😅). Thanks for giving me some of your precious time I really like your blog, you're amazing💜
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No worries, you’re not bothering me at all ^^ I love to talk about my hyperfixations www
Now, I know a lot of fans (particularly on the EN side) like to ship Malleus with their OC and especially with Yuu so I want to first make it clear that my response is NOT meant to invalidate those Malleus shippers. Whatever I say here is based on my own interpretation of canon lore (and let’s be real here, TWST won’t ever confirm if anyone is romantically interested in Yuu because it might not work with how some players view their own relationship with that character). In fanon, anyone can be with anyone, but in canon there are very specific in-universe rules and expectations laid out for Malleus so these are what I will be referring to.
I also want to emphasize that the final traits I discuss in this post do NOT reflect Malleus’s personal tastes or views. He has little say in what kind of an individual his spouse would be, so his own preferences are not speculated about or taken into account here. The traits I will be bringing up are based on what I believe the lore implies are the desirable traits for those marrying into the Draconia royal family.
We got it? Good 👍 Read more below the cut!!
Firstly, I’m completely disregarding the ideas of “Malleus can love whoever he wants to love”, “Malleus can scare people into accepting who he loves”, and/or “Malleus can change the law so he can marry who he loves” (a la Sultan from Aladdin or through some other Disney magic or logic). Here’s why:
In general, those solutions for “high stakes issues” are too simple, and that has never been how Twisted Wonderland tackles complicated problems. Just look at every single OB boy’s backstory. They’re so complex that they aren’t totally resolved by the end of their books; these problems persist and are long term things each of them are working on addressing. This is also true of the politics TWST introduces to us; Leona for example explains how there is social pushback and resistance to the idea of infrastructure reform because the culture of the Sunset Savanna stresses harmony with nature. This has made it difficult for them to adopt new technologies because real politicians in their world have to seriously weigh their cultural values with their health and societal progress. The only time there are really easy solutions are in events or vignettes where the emotional stakes are not super high, but who Malleus marries is, in fact, super important since this will entirely change the life of a main character and his country.
With that first bullet point in mind… No, Malleus cannot love whoever he wants to love. Certainly, he may feel affection for another but he can never truly be with them. He is royalty and the only heir to the throne of Briar Valley. It follows that he is expected to marry for political reasons/to better his nation. This is a non-negotiable obligation for him.
Rather than saying, “Malleus cannot scare people into accepting who he loves”, I think it’s more accurate to say Malleus knows he probably shouldn’t. I mean, yes, he may be upset about his S/O not being accepted by his people but I feel that is discrediting a lot of the loyalty he has for his own country. As a kid he may have thrown tantrums when he was upset and potentially harmed staff, but as a 178 year old he has a much better understanding of decorum and maintaining it in spite of his own grudges. For example, even though he personally dislikes Leona he still commands Sebek to apologize to him because, at the end of the day, this could harm Briar Valley’s relationship with the Sunset Savanna. That’s not to say that Malleus can’t be petty (he definitely is)—but implying he would be petty toward basically his entire country just because they would disapprove of the one he loves?? (We know this would likely be true because Sebek’s parents faced similar backlash when they got together.) I feel like his own sense of awareness and responsibility for his country, crown, and people would override that. As an example, Malleus states that he has never been in a car before because the senate would be against it and often kept Malleus in the castle. Someone of his power could easily ignore them and sneak out and do whatever he wanted, yet the dialogue implies Malleus didn’t. He obeyed his political advisors even when he was younger and arguably much more immature. Malleus might not like certain decisions made about his life but it sounds like he ultimately complies with them.
Continuing from the previous point, let’s say for the sake of argument that Malleus does scare everyone into line. What about his public image and the mental health of his S/O? Maybe Malleus can frighten people to not talk out of turn to his face, but he cannot control what people whisper about him behind closed doors or to treat his S/O well or like they actually like them. Not only would they be alienated (away from their own home and forced to adapt to a new one) but they’d be treated oddly by others too. What kind of reputation is that for Malleus? To be a tyrant king who throws a hissy fit anytime someone talks about his partner in a way he doesn’t approve of? With a spouse who is not at their best mentally because of the constant ostracization? (This is similar to what Leona experienced in his childhood.) I don’t think Malleus would want to subject anyone to that kind of life, especially not one he loves. And again, this attitude would be the vast majority of his people. It’s not like it can be avoided or resolved in an easy manner, especially when the people of Briar Valley have proven to be against change.
Lastly, Malleus would not change the law so he can be with whoever he wants to. To begin with, I doubt this is a unilateral position the senate would approve of. But okay, let’s accept that Malleus is royalty so his power overrides the advisors’ power. So he effectively just changed a law for a very selfish and personal reason rather than changing something to actually benefit his people. That doesn’t feel in-character for him, not when Malleus seems to understand that it is the duty of those in higher status to help those below them rather than themselves (see: Riddle’s Suitor Suit vignettes. Malleus has acted selfish before, yes (who remembers Endless Halloween Night? His Dorm Uniform vignettes? I do.)—but never at the cost of changing the status quo of his country. (Book 7 is not included here because he’s in a very distressed emotional state then; this “new law” scenario posits that Malleus is in a normal state of mind.) This is a major change—change which Briar Valley, its people, and most importantly, Malleus, are not ready for. You think there wouldn’t be social pushback against this? From a society that has become complacent with its own way of life and is still isolated from the rest of the world? That Malleus, someone who struggles greatly with accepting life changes himself, could enact such a big change so easily? (On a more technical level, you don’t just pass a law and it instantly becomes tangible or real, there is a process of approval and then implementation.)
Additionally, it’s made clear in Ghost Marriage that “[Malleus] cannot enter into an engagement lightly”, which is why Sebek goes in his place. Eliza, the Ghost Bride, is royalty (er, albeit dead) but it seems that royal status is not enough to qualify as his partner. Maybe this is because she’s dead and doesn’t have anything of value for Briar Valley (no land, no people, no political power), but it could also mean that the partner has to be given the thumbs up by other parties.
All that being said, here are some of the conditions I think would have to be met for Malleus’s future spouse:
Has to be someone of equal or at least high status. This means they also have to be a royal or at least of nobility. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who is referred to as a duke.
Because of how self-contained Briar Valley is + nocturnal fae having beef with diurnal fae, I imagine his partner would have to also be a nocturnal fae. This would also solve the MASSIVE lifespan difference between fae and non-fae because at least fae would be far closer to each other even if their lifespans fluctuate but subspecies.
Someone suited to rule by his side. Being married into any royal family is no joke—it comes with the expectation that you will contribute somehow, and the partner should be fully equipped to enter the world of politics with him.
Piggybacking off the last point, I think mental fortitude is also a prerequisite. This is because being a politician (navigating the social climate both within your country and outside of it, keeping your people and colleagues happy, maintaining public approval, managing laws, dealing with potential attempts on your life, etc.) can be very stressful and can hurt those who are faint of heart or not prepared for the responsibility. Leaders have to make tough calls at the drop of a hat, and they have to be ready for it.
Has a lot to offer in terms of benefits to Briar Valley as a country. This could be in terms of resources, connections, and/or political savvy. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who acted as a diplomat for Briar Valley.
Vetting and formal approval from the senate. lmao good luck with that
Has to be able and willing to have a child. They at least need an heir to the throne to succeed Malleus. (However, knowing how exclusionary and conservative as heck the senators are, I doubt they would accept anything but a biological child 💀)
Preferably someone with powerful magic or is skilled at magic already so as to lessen the chance of “tainting” the bloodline with a weak mage or a non-mage.
I believe that Briar Valley would prefer someone with old fashioned values like them, not someone pushing for massive reform. They have a culture that is resistant to change and a history of fighting for resources with outsiders, so if Malleus’s new spouse tries to introduce a bunch of technology or open its borders to other countries (even if they have good intentions), the people + the senate may oppose them. His father is implied to be open-minded, but he at least understood that such change isn’t reasonable without time and effort dedicated to the endeavor.
All that being said 💦 I think that this topic is actually less about what Malleus as an individual wants and what his country, his people, and, yes, even his asshole senators, want. This is basically an arranged marriage situation so that their country can maintain power and relevance. It’s about the collective and what Malleus must do for their perceived security and prosperity.
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hisui-dreamer · 7 months
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warming up to you
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader
Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?
Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit
Word count: 1k+
Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia
to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)
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lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house
so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek
you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular
maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person
the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head
"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"
you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no
he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him
relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search
you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"
fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper
hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms
so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver
you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly
of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase
but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name
the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere
he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"
ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai
you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"
but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely
??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai
so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)
after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life
popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day
asking you to come over to the light music club after school
you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls
but then one day, he came up to you with a request
"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"
see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"
but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook
see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds
so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls
usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him
but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree
on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen
and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook
"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."
Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...
you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics
but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...
"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.
But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.
"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.
Thump. Thump.
In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.
"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"
Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."
You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.
He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"
thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt
it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it
you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out
only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before
maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)
"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.
He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.
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meyousing · 1 year
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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: chrollo + prompt 9 “i’m going to show you just how much i love you.” 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: all you ever craved was a true lover; one who would act like the classic, chivalrous gentleman. perhaps you should have been a little more careful with what you wished for. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: yandere, clingy chrollo, sfw but very light nsfw at the end, power imbalance, major manipulation. love you to death is one of the best songs ever.
You always dreamed of having the ideal boyfriend, as anyone would, really. You wished to have a boyfriend who did things for you in a timeless way, like a true hopeless romantic would. Things like bringing you flowers before your first date, peppering polite kisses across your knuckles in greeting. Though you’d long wished that dream a bittersweet farewell, as the only men you had encountered nowadays would simply skip the greetings all together and get straight to the only thing they really cared about; asking for your nudes. When the amount of men that you were meeting with the same motives started to grow excessive, you simply stopped trying. You could get used to the discouragement if you persisted and held out hope for that one perfect guy, but that didn’t mean you wanted to keep dealing with the shitty ones. If having your true wants met meant holding off for a bit, you could live with that for some time. 
But then, not too long after adopting this mindset, you met Chrollo. Chrollo, who always held the door for you, who always pulled your chair out before you sat down, who always gave you his coat when he noticed that your skin was starting to prickle with goosebumps. Your idea to stop trying–to stop seeking a boyfriend out so soon, was a blessing in disguise. You simply had to wait for the right person to come to you, and boy, did divine timing work its magic. Chrollo was that one perfect guy that you dreamt of.
You grew close and intimate with him very quickly, you felt comfortable describing your past woes to him; complaining about the types of people you encountered before, expressing how grateful you were to have met him and how he was a dream come true. Any time you talked about it, he would smile and kiss the corner of your lips, telling you how worthy of love you were, and how it made him so happy to know he was the one giving you that love. You never could have expected how deadset he would become on proving that to you. 
Initially, you were not concerned. You knew that the honeymoon phase was a thing, the time where you two just wanted to be absolutely suffocated with one another until you couldn’t breathe, and maybe even beyond that point! But when Chrollo started visiting you every day, getting into your apartment while you were at work, when you hadn’t given him a key…you tried not to read too much into it at first, because you were delighted to come home to your boyfriend! It was something that felt so cute and domestic, something you had always wanted. He would routinely greet you at the door, bringing you into his warm arms and guiding you over to the living room to snuggle the night away. You’d persist in getting up eventually, because you had to get some chores done before bed, but he would only shush you, insisting that he would do them for you later.
But he never did. And you never got a chance to either, because your routine evolved into the same scenario. Every single day. You would wake up in Chrollo’s embrace, squirming around as you tried to gather your bearings, noticing how you were still laying on the couch, trapped beneath his body. You would try to sit up and stretch your neck, which always developed a knot through the night from sleeping against a surface harder than your bed. Of course, this couldn’t happen–every time you tried to move, Chrollo would stir. 
“What are you doing, beloved?” he would ask, the arms encircling your waist moving to let his hands rub your back soothingly–lullingly. “Stay here, you deserve to rest. Let me love you.” 
“I have to go to work soon” you would hum, lazily throwing your arms around his shoulders.
Well, he simply did not care if you had somewhere to go. He was stronger than you, and by laying on you, if he didn’t move; neither could you. You started to miss work, and not just literally. Work provided an escape for you, a short intermission away from all of the smothering from Chrollo that was starting to give you more anxiety than relaxation. You never got an opportunity to say anything formally to your boss, but with the sudden string of absences, you were sure that you had been fired at this point. 
His hands roaming along your body no longer soothed you, they scared you. They reminded you of the control he started to exert; what he says, goes. 
It was also the fact that his tone was so soft and sweet when he decided what you were and were not allowed to do, that you didn’t even question him.
 He followed you around the house when he allowed you to get up, whether it was something as miniscule as making dinner, or as private as using the bathroom. Otherwise, you were condemned back to that damn couch for more cuddles. 
It had been days of this. Maybe a week, maybe even longer. Days were starting to blend together, it was becoming harder to tell. The dishes you wanted to wash days prior had gone untouched, now with a larger pile on top of them since the last few meals you and Chrollo made. You were sure that with the lack of vacuuming, dust and debris were starting to accumulate all over the apartment, effectively creating a pig sty that you were forcibly ignorant to.
 He had also hidden your phone, insisting that the only thing you needed to focus on was him, so as a result you hadn’t spoken to your friends or family at all since this began. They must have been wondering what happened to you, spamming you with texts and calls asking where the hell you were–had you been kidnapped? You could swear that, beyond the sound of Chrollo’s breathing next to your ear, you could sometimes hear the faint sound of your ringer elsewhere in the house. It was distant, but you knew that you could find it if you could get up, away from him. But there was no way that was going to happen.
“Chrollo?” your voice was small, buried beneath him. 
“Yes?” his lips tickled your neck. 
“...Can I have my phone? I want to text my mom”
“You don’t need to text your mom. Just stay here with me.”
Your heart ached for a moment. Him not caring about your communication with your mother was not very gentlemanly of him. 
“I haven’t spoken to her in…what, days now?” You threaded a finger through his hair, twirling it around, softening him up like it was an incentive. “She’s probably worried sick. I want to tell her that I’m okay.” You tried giving a more valid reason this time, because he was an intelligent man. Maybe that was what it took for him to allow you to text your mother: a clear explanation with a solid reason. 
“No, it isn’t necessary.”
“Why not?!” you asked with more anger in your tone this time, the hand that had been on his scalp moving to clutch onto his shirt, squeezing the material so hard you could have punctured holes with your fingernails. Your patience was waning, somehow taking this long–this many days–to do so. 
“It’s because I love you, Y/N. And you love me too, don’t you?”
You hesitated. But when Chrollo lifted his head off your chest to stare directly into your eyes, his dim irises swirling with something ominous that felt like a threat, the proper reply came spilling out of your mouth in an instant.
“Yes I do.”
“I’m glad. Because you love me too, I should be the only one that you think about. I’m the only one who matters in your life now.”
“That isn’t true!” you snapped back rather quickly. “My family is probably thinking that I got kidnapped, or that I’m dead or something! Can you please just let me text and tell them that I’m okay? Just this once?!”
You didn't want it to be just this once. But perhaps compromise was needed to get your way.
“They don’t care about you. Not in the way that I do, Y/N.”
Hot tears brimmed your lashes, and you couldn’t tell if they formed from the frustration of not getting your way, or the utter cruelty in what he had just said.
“How can you say that? How could you possibly know?!”
He gazed at you for a moment longer, his face reading sympathy, before he lifted himself off of you (to hold his weight upon his elbows, he wouldn’t fully get off of you, of course). He reached a hand down to his pocket, and when it was back in your view, he was holding your phone. 
He turned it on and showed you the screen. A screen that was completely blank; void of notifications.
“They haven’t reached out to you at all.” he gave a pitiful smile, yet to you it only seemed complacent, knowing. 
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, exerting your frustration into the force of the bite as if it could help you hold off longer on letting tears fall from your eyes. It didn’t work though, one cold tear made you shiver as it rolled down your cheek, watching Chrollo take his time as he scrolled up and down on your phone’s home screen to prove how barren it was. 
“Y-you just cleared the messages” you whimpered, pulling your sleeve over your hand as you wiped the tear with it. Another one fell as soon as you did, but this time Chrollo beat you to it, lowering the phone and leaning forward to kiss the tear away. The silken touch of his lips made you inhale shakily, your eyes closing as he started to pepper wet kisses around your face, the last being an airy peck on your nose before he pulled away. 
“I would never do that to you” he whispered, now brushing his lips over yours. You heard a thud as your phone fell to the ground, but Chrollo’s hands moving to cup your cheeks was an effective distraction from the sound. “You’ve always told me that you wanted a gentleman to be your lover, and I want nothing more than to be that for you. It starts with getting rid of those who don’t treat you the way you deserve.”
Get rid of?...
“What do you me–”
He kissed you hard, contradicting the softness of the tone he had been speaking such grim words with just a second ago. The kiss was suffocating, and not in that sweet honeymoon phase kind of way. You tried to push at his chest, his biceps, anything to have him be less smothering in a moment that was so conflicting for you. But of course, with everything that happened between you two now becoming objects of Chrollo’s dictation, he only let up after he was satisfied. Your breath quivered as he nuzzled his nose against yours, his hands sliding down from your face to your body so he could grab your hips. You jumped, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he pushed his hips into yours. You tried to ignore this, having a dreadful idea of where it could be headed.
“I love you so much, Y/N” he muttered, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pull your lower body flush against his. You began to tremble like a leaf, screwing your eyes shut as if the darkness behind your eyelids could be a legitimate escape from what was to come. You felt Chrollo’s teeth nip your bottom lip, a delighted sigh leaving his lips as he pulled away, his next words being emphasized by a rock of his hips. 
 “I’m going to show you just how much.”
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mabermaple · 8 months
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Pawsitively Persistent 🧶(1/2)
pairing: ellie williams x reader
synopsis: ellie so desperately wants to adopt a cat, even with you saying no to her multiple times, she stays persistent in asking for one. with her birthday coming up, you decide it's the perfect time to get her one!
warnings: sfw!, reader is more of the desicion maker in their relationship! ellie being cutesy n all.
a/n: hi! this is part one of two. this is my first ever fic so pls be nice or i'll cry <3 shout out to all those amazing writers, you've given me so much inspiration and help on how to format! this is my own idea but idk if anyone has done it before, so if it seems familiar pls lmk, i dont want trouble 🥲
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Those were just the very few conversations you and Ellie would have. Her being persistent as ever, and never taking no for an answer.
Of course there were times where you felt bad turning her down, you both always got each other what you want! But having an animal in the house was a different conversation.
Ellie specifically wanted a kitten, she said "It's so that the kitten gets used to us! What if we get a middle aged cat and it hates our guts, then what?" ...By middle aged, she probably meant like a three or four year old cat, but you cant really bring yourself to disagree with her, neither of you've owned a cat before anyways..
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a couple days later
It was your day-off from work today! After watching endless tiktoks for whoever knows how long, you get up from you and Ellie's shared bed and head towards your door to get a snack in the kitchen. As your hand meets the bedroom door handle, your eyes catch sight of your calendar, which hung right behind your door. There, written in pink ink, Ellie's Birthday! "Oh right! only a week left" you say. With that, you head on over to the kitchen as you make a mental note to yourself to come up with gift ideas for the girl.
As you sip cold water from your tumbler, you scroll through pinterest for gift ideas. Somehow, none of the gifts seem to spark an interest within you. They were nice, but they all felt a little bit too simple, or too extravagant. Ellie would appreciate anything you gave her, hell, you could literally just present yourself and she'd be happy! But no, you wanted to give her something.
Almost thirty minutes of scrolling has passed, still nothing. You tried tiktok, still nothing. You decide to just give up, and text Ellie in hopes of finding out what she wants for her birthday. As you click on her contact, your conversation from a couple days ago suddenly pops up in your head. Ellie really wants a cat..
Finally, you get the perfect gift idea! You wait till her break time to text her.
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Oh shit, I did not think my replies through
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She has no idea for what's about to come..
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After getting dressed and picking up Ellie from her workplace, you were finally here! "Ready to go inside?" you ask. "You have no idea how excited I am right now!" Ellie says. And she looks so giddy, like a child whose father finally gave in and allowed them to buy what they want after saying no multiple times. You cant help but chuckle. You were definitely gonna be like that father, but not today, she'll have to wait!
You were greeted by the shelter attendant once you came in. "Hello! Welcome! I'm Clara, the shelter attendant, may I know if you have a specific appointment? Or if you're here to just look around?"
"Hello! Just to look around! Specifically the cats though." You say. Clara smiles warmly at the both of you and ushers you to another employee. "This is Julie, she supervises the cat kennel, she'll lead you two inside." You both nod and say thank you, and head inside with Julie.
As you and Ellie step inside, you're both met with the sounds of cats meowing and the sight of cute kittens, which were secluded in a different area as to not get trampled by the many cats zooming around. Your girlfriend can hardly contain her excitement, as she pulls you away with her and rushes over to sit down. She's immediately stormed by cats, some literally just running over her and some crawling in to her lap. You giggle at her eagerness. Her hands going crazy petting every cat in sight.
Together you spend time interacting with the several cats up for adoption, and as Ellie busies herself, you carefully go up to Julie. "How exactly do the adoption processes go? I told her we aren't getting one at all because I'm saving the surprise for next week, her birthday" You tell her. Julie explains everything, and afterwards secretly hands you the adoption papers which you're now keeping hidden in your bag. You thank her and head on over back to Ellie, who's playing with just one cat now. Looks like she found the one, huh.
Ellie looks over to you as you crouch down beside her. "Baby look, isn't he so cute?" You take your phone out and snap a picture of her and the cat. "He does look so cute!" You eye his collar, engraved on it is his name, Biscuit. You pet him, running you fingertips on his soft fur and he gives a purr at your actions. Now that just makes you feel extra guilty– darn cat.
Your girlfriend's heart is melting at the sight of Biscuit. You can see the connection between Ellie and Biscuit growing stronger by the minute, and it warms your heart to witness their bond. You have to leave eventually and it pains you to do so. Seeing the solemn look on Ellie's face makes your heart crumble. As you leave the shelter, Ellie can't stop talking about how much she adored Biscuit and how she wishes she could bring him home.
You talk as you walk hand in hand towards the car.
"D'you have fun Els?" you ask.
"Yeah," she says with a sigh. "Reallyy wish we could've brought him with us y'know.."
You notice the defeated look on her face and it makes your heart ache. "I know baby, I'm sorry." You give her a kiss on her cheek as you say so.
You both arrive home. Kicking off your shoes as Ellie walks to the bedroom to grab a fresh set of clothes. "I'm gonna go take a shower!" Ellie yells from the bedroom. "Alright, go freshen up! I'll make us dinner!" You reply. You opt for Mac N Cheese. Homemade of course. You reheated it on the stove and air-fryed some extra bacon and chicken tenders.
After thirty minutes, you started setting the table and you called out Ellie. "El! Dinner's ready!" She was brushing her hair out when you called her. Walking in to the kitchen, the smell of bacon hitting her straight in the face. "Smells so good babe" She says, as she walks towards you and hugs you from behind. "C'mon let's sit an' eat now"
You sat beside each other, comfortable silence surrounding you both as you ate. Ellie kept moving closer to you, she keeps looking like she has something to say but is hesitant. Having enough of it, you pull her closer to you by her waist. "What's going on inside my baby's head, huh?" you ask her as you look in to her eyes. Your actions slightly catching her off guard, making her blush and shake her head signaling nothing. You drink water, still holding her close to you, "Ellie." you call. She looks at you replies timidly with a "yes?". You ask her, "Are you upset? Over Biscuit?". Her eyes moved away from your face and she looks down, she definitely isn't hiding this well.
"No?" she says.
"Are you asking me or are you telling me?"
"Okay fine– I am. I am upset over him. He was just so cute babe! I really wanted him for us.."
"Oh baby.. You know I couldn't say yes because we're both always busy with work. Who's gonna take care of your cat if I allow him, huh?" You were gonna take care of him too of course, your work schedules would allow it! You're just saying this so she loses hope.
"My cat? He's gonna be ours, not just mine." She says as she rolls her eyes. She's getting mad cause she didn't get what she wanted.
"Okay, whatever– hey! don't roll your eyes at me. Like I said, no. I'm sorry baby but no. I know you really like him but now is not the time. Maybe next year, alright?" you say as you rub her side affectionately.
Next year?! That'll take forever, but if it means surely getting a cat then she'll wait. "I'll hold on to that 'next year promise!'"
You both clean up the kitchen, you offer to wash the dishes and you tell Ellie to get some rest upstairs.
"You sure sure you don't want help?"
"Yes Ellie, now go get some rest. You've been up all day!" She hugs and kisses you before heading upstairs to your shared bedroom.
Now that Ellie's gone, you pull out the adoption paperwork from your bag and fill up all the details needed. You and Ellie were cleared to adopt already, but neither of you actually chose one to bring home, so this was gonna be a smooth process. After fifteen minutes, the paper was complete! Now all's left is to hide it, go to the shelter on Ellie's work day, and wait till her birthday.
You glanced at the clock, 12:45am it read. You kept the papers and checked the house one more time before shutting the lights and heading upstairs. Finally, you can lay in bed with Ellie and go to sleep. She was already passed out when you came inside, rough day probably. You placed your phone on the night stand and scooted closer to Ellie, you were facing her, moving to hug her in her sleep. She looked so pretty, so at peace in her slumber that you couldn't help but smile as you closed your eyes and nuzzled in to her.
Oh you couldn't wait for her birthday.
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7starlite7 · 3 months
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Hello! can you make a fluff with gojo who has a very creative reader like she loves making up storys or to make up werid things to tell people
(and she likes to flex to the students and gojo that she has a advantage in insults cuz of her crazy Imagination 😈🤟)
or she just out of the blue goes and sits on the couch where gojo is at and is just like
Reader "Hey gojo don't you think their should be capable numbers?"
Gojo "Huh what do you mean🤨"
Reader "OKAY SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS SO LIKE YOUR PLAYING A GAME AND YOUR MAD AND ANGRY CUZ YOUR FIGHTING SOMEONE SO YOUR TYPIN-
Gojo "HUH"
Reader "SO YOU SAY YOUR PROBABLY 5 BUT JUST 5?"
Gojo "IM CONFUSED WHAT"
Reader "BUT JUST 5 SEEMS KINDA BORING BUT WHAT ABOUT A CAPABLE 5? THAT WOULDN'T SEEM AS BORING IN FACT! it would seem kinda cool 😌 L-LIKE WE ALREADY HAVE CAPABLE LETTERS SO WHY NOT NUMBERS you get it 😃👍?"
Gojo "Ohhhh yeah I get what you mean now kinda-"
Reader "OMGGGG OK IM GONNA EXPLAIN AGAIN BUT THIS TIME LISTEN!"
*then they spent the whole night coming up with how the capable numbers should look*
Please and thank you!
☆CAPITAL SHAPES ? ☆
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Gojo x creative reader, pure fluff , cute , reader lowk a genius
Gojo stared at you incredulously, sometimes he couldn’t even decipher how everything you said made so much sense !! And none at all at the same time. 
Your hands moved rapidly as you rambled “ OKAY SO LOOK, LOOK LOOK “ you started taking on a serious but enthusiastic tone. “ Why can’t you survive fire by just  running really fast through it? “ you inquired with a smug look. Gojo opened his mouth “ well that’s beca-“ your voice cut him off again “ okay so like why can parents give their kids up for adoption but kids can’t give their parents up for adoption , that’s not fair “ you pouted. “Yeah that makes sense, “ Gojo agreed. “ SEE YOU GET ME , now look look look “ the volume of your voice suddenly lowered as your hands did too. Gojo leaned in to you , you made it seem as though you were about to drop a bomb. “ if we have capital letters” you started , gojo nodded awaiting your next words “ why don’t we have capital letters!!” You screeched. Gojo’s head fell for a moment but suddenly flew up “ WAIT A DAMN MINUTE YOUR RIGHT!?!” he screamed , grabbing your shoulders and shaking them. You rocked back and forth with a smug smile on your face “I know“ you sighed “I’m always right“ you did a dramatic hair flip. 
After enjoying this validation from your best friend you jumped up from the couch , taking out a paper from your bag. “ We need capital numbers!” You said frantically grabbing a pen.  You pointed the pen at gojo with what he could have mistaken as intent to kill “ WE HAVE TO MAKE CAPITAL NUMBERS!!” You huffed starting to draw on your sketch pad, skipping over many different drawing and writing filled pages. “ But why ?” Gojo asked , you jumped up “ BECAUSE LISTEN “ you yelled “ YOU KNOW WHEN YOU PLAYING A GAME AND SOMEONE COMES BY AND STEALS YOUR LOOT , or a five year old can’t control their mouth , AND YOUR TYPING BUT YOU GET TO A NUMBER BUT LIKE THE NUMBER DOESN'T HIT HARD ENOUGH YOU KNOW. LIKE I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO TYPE FIVE BECAUSE, 5 , DOES NOT HIT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.” you ended your ramble with a large sigh as everything was said in one breath. “ ah , I see “ gojo coughed out still thinking you were a bit crazy, however he did like the idea of being able to effectively get back at online scumbags. “ why not ?” He shrugged and mumbled to himself. He got to the floor next to you and started scribbling on the page too. Your rambling persisted. “ You know, “ Gojo said as you stopped to look at him, “I could marry you” he threw out nonchalantly while scribbling a tiny heart. 
“Hey , why can’t we have capital shapes?”
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recreationalfanfics · 3 months
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Some Assassin's Creed x Genshin Brainrot I've been having:
1. A reader whose like Barbara. I have her and I would absolutely kill for her. Like, the reader is the daughter of a doctor who isn't necessarily an assassin but married one so they help when one of the assassin's get hurt and the reader sings as she works to help them and the assassin's can't help but smile. AND I MEAN THIS IN A PLATONIC WAY, LIKE, YOU ARE THE SAME AGE AS BARBARA but I just think it'd be a cute idea because you're a very good medic and doctor and the assassin's enjoy seeing you. Like if you're in Connor's time period, he will be silent as you sing but he does have the smallest smile on his face and if you ask him: "Are you feeling better, Mr. Ratonhnhaké:ton?" he's internally adopted you already- JACOB ABSOLUTELY ADORES YOU, the only child in London who HASN'T tried to rob him, and Evie definetly has a soft spot for you two. When you tell Evie that you really look up to her and that you want to be just as smart as her someday, she gets kinda shy and Jacob gets jealous BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE LIKE HER, HE'S SUPER COOL TOO- I can see some of the more crude assassin's trying to watch their language around you. EDWARD STRUGGLES SO HARD but he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable so he TRIES HIS BEST. Arno is very gentlemanly so if he's ranting to someone while you're fixing him up, he'll politely tell you to cover your ears. And so on and so forth-
2. Childe x Ratonhnhaké:ton! Reader. Like in the sense that the reader has his personality and beliefs. This dynamic would be interesting to me in the sense that Childe fights because the Abyss gave him that need but the reader would fight because it is their duty. Also because of the dynamic that'd they'd both be unhinged in their own way. Childe is more obviously unhinged but let's not forget that Ratonhnhaké:ton ran through a city that was being BOMBED just to get to the man who he was after. So let's say the reader's target is Childe and they just run through an entire army. Normal people would be terrified by that kind of persistence, especially if that person wants them dead, but Childe just having the biggest grin on his face because he might be in love- However, Childe also loving the kind and compassionate side of the reader and how that kindness and compassion never falters. Not to mention that he'd definetly admire how honest the reader is and like how the reader does have some sympathy for Childe and his childhood but how they can't let that sympathy distract them from doing what's right.
- OKAY SO YOU KNOW THOSE SAGAU GENSHIN STORIES? Maybe something like that where the reader is an ISU hybrid so they have the golden blood and skin markings that light up but because of how the ISU act in the Assassin's Creed verse, THEY ARE HELLA DISTRUSTING OF THE ARCHONS AND THE ARCHONS ARE SO HURT BC WHAT DID THEY DO-
- Just an Assassin's Creed reader in general somehow getting into the Genshin universe PURELY BECAUSE I think it would be funny how they would absolutely outclimb everyone. Like, I have a hard time with climbing in Genshin because I always forget the stamina bat but in AC, most of the game play is just climbing really tall things so the reader just escaping everyone by climbing taller than them. Or like, they're constantly found brooding on some sort of high ground. Also because imagine they get a vision and one of the characters is all: "Okay, now we'll teach you how to use Elemental Vision-" and the reader is all: "Oh, is it like Eagle vision?" and they're all: "Wtf is eagle vision-"
- THE ASSASSIN CREED READER HAVING AN EAGLE SIDEKICK, IDK, I JUST THINK THAT'D BE COOL.
- Diluc would actually be a good member of the Brotherhood, like, I don't have the creativity to write it but someone give that man a hidden blade.
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9 Days of Solomon: Day 7 - Familiar
This one may have ended up a little cheesy but I couldn't RESIST. I got the idea for the first few lines of dialogue and I knew I wouldn't be able to write anything different, so here we are.
This one features Satan because I think everybody forgets that Solomon is also a fan of cats. And I really believe that they would encourage each other on this particular topic.
MC also makes an appearance. It's all platonic, but when I tell you that writing this made me want to write some actual SoloTan...
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Solomon was in the kitchen at Cocytus Hall, not making anything for once. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, looking through an old book of curses that Satan had brought over to show him. Satan himself was making tea for them. You were at the House of Lamentation and wouldn't be home until later that evening.
Solomon was absorbed in the book, fascinated by the archaic language the curses were written in. He was studying each page carefully, not fully paying attention to his surroundings.
"Have you ever considered getting a familiar?"
Solomon looked up. Satan was leaning on the counter, chin in his hand, while he waited for the water to boil. He had the clear look of someone who's been daydreaming.
Solomon smiled. "That's more of a witch thing than a sorcerer thing. Why?"
Satan looked across the counter at him. "It occurs to me that you could keep a cat here at Cocytus Hall."
Solomon's eyes widened. He had never thought of that. He frowned. There was a reason he hadn't. But Satan didn't know that you and Solomon were from the future. He couldn't know that at some point, Solomon would have to leave such a pet behind if he actually got one.
And who would take care of that cat when he was gone?
Satan looked at him quizzically, still waiting for a response.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a familiar," Solomon said carefully.
Satan smiled and although it was soft, there was also a sparkle behind his eyes, like he was trying to keep in his excitement. "There are many cats looking for homes here in the Devildom," Satan said.
Solomon nodded seriously. "I'm sure there are. But Satan, if anything were to happen to me or MC, I need you to promise me you'll take care of it."
Satan had just taken the kettle off the stove, preparing to pour the water into the teapot. Now he paused and frowned at Solomon. "What an odd thing to say," he said.
"Ahaha! Is it? I think it's a perfectly reasonable request." Solomon sat back and smiled.
Satan seemed to relax, going back to pouring the water for tea. He set the kettle back on the stove and shrugged. "Of course I would," he said.
Solomon shook his head. "I need you to promise."
Satan frowned again. "You're being strangely persistent about this."
"Adopting a cat is a serious commitment," Solomon said. "I want to make sure it has the best life possible. And no one would ever take care of it as well as you. Don't you agree?"
"Mm.” Satan nodded briefly in agreement. "Very well. I promise to care for any cat you decide to adopt in the event that you or MC can no longer do so yourselves."
Solomon smiled. "Thank you, Satan. After we have some of this tea, why don't you show me what cats you had in mind?"
Later that evening, you came home after a tiring day with the brothers, even if there was one less than usual. You had known that Satan was at Cocytus Hall with Solomon, but you assumed they would be spending their time reading that dusty old book of curses.
You had not expected to walk into the living room to find them both sitting on the floor, watching a black cat with long fur and bright yellow eyes cleaning its paws.
"Is that a stray?" you asked.
Solomon looked up at you. "This is my new familiar," he said. "Satan found her on the RAD grounds last week."
You folded your arms and frowned. "Familiar? I thought that was a witch thing."
"It is," Satan said. "We're only using that as an excuse for Solomon to have a pet cat here."
Solomon laughed and nudged Satan with his elbow.
Satan shrugged. "It's true."
"Did you ask Barbatos?" you asked. “Or Lord Diavolo?”
Solomon and Satan exchanged a guilty look that told you everything you needed to know.
You sighed, crossing the room. You approached the cat slowly, waiting to see how she would react to you. She was sitting on the sofa, watching you come closer. You put your hand in front of her nose and she immediately pushed her face into it. She began to purr as you scratched behind her ears.
"Well, MC?" Solomon asked. "We’re keeping her, right?"
You glanced over your shoulder to see the two most pathetically pleading faces you'd ever seen in your life.
You smiled and shook your head a little. "You know, Cocytus Hall is pretty big. I'm sure there are things living here that we don't know about."
Solomon got to his feet in moments to wrap his arms around you. You laughed and pretended to struggle.
Satan picked up the cat, who seemed content to settle in his arms. “Cocytus Hall is quite large, isn’t it? Perhaps other strays will find shelter here.”
You sighed. “This is only the beginning, huh?”
Solomon squeezed you. “I have no idea what you mean, my adorable apprentice.”
Solomon stretched his arms out toward Satan while still keeping them around you.
You saw what he wanted and yanked Satan into a hug, the cat pressed between you.
“I want no part of this!” Satan protested. He tried to get free, but it was too late. You and Solomon weren’t letting him go. He blushed and frowned, but stopped struggling to escape. The cat meowed and began to purr.
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day 1: stars | day 2: nostalgia | day 3: knife | day 4: ocean | day 5: pact (nsfw) | day 6: snow | day 8: Barbatos | day 9: humanity
masterlist | Thank you for reading!
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rainbow-okapi · 1 year
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Pokémon Scarlet/Violet headcannons w/MC who has Disabilities
Just me projecting, thought I’d share. Typed very hastily lol pls excuse the errors
Minor Game Spoilers | SFW
It’s is past my bedtime buuuuuuuut… Courtesy of the Arven Brainrot.
- Since Uva/Naranja Academy praises it’s diversity, I think to think they have decent accommodations for students
- There’s alternate routes around Mesagoza with accessible ramps and elevators. There’s no implied rules that students can’t ride a Pokémon up the main stairs of death to get to school either. (As someone with Cerebral Palsy, those stairs… they scare me. I would trip and die instantly if the embarrassment didn’t get me first)
- People don’t really ‘talk’ about the elevators and ramps tho so the faculty usually tell the students when they enroll
- Professors are mindful of students who need to keep snacks on them and will let most Pokémon sit with their trainers during classes for anxiety or other medical reasons
- Ya know the whole extra time on tests and all that. Extra time to get between classes for students with mobility issues.
- Ms. Dendra is a wonderful Battle Studies teacher and I liked to think she also does General PE classes on the side. You think she’s just gonna let children roam around without helping build up a bit of strength for all those hills and mountains they gotta climb??? No, she’s gonna make you run laps.
- She’ll hella nice about it tho. Just send her an email or talk to her before classes and she’ll hit you up with modified workouts so you can still participate with the class on your own preferred level.
- When Director Clavell showed up at the MC’s house at the start of the game and the mom was talking with him, I like to think he was making sure the student file was accurate
- Just so he had all the information to make sure the student would have all the support they needed during their time there at the academy since the MC was staying in the dorms
MOVING ON! Crater Squad GO
- I used to wear Ankle-Foot Orhtotics and had to use a walker for a bit soooo
Nemona:
- Nemona doesn’t even bat an eye at whatever aids you have
- Doesn’t outright ask questions but pays attention if you ever talk about it
- It helps open her world view
- If anything, if you customized them to feel more stylish/comfortable, she’d think it was hella neat! Would probably give you stickers and stuff to add to them
- She’ll probably gift you some of those cool compression sleeves like the one that she wears. Gets excited about what colors you might want and gets very happy if you wear the same color as hers.
- This girl looked at you and adopted you as her freshman rival in a heartbeat
- If anyone messes with you or starts rumors she is on. Their. Asses.
- Immediately reported to the nearest faculty member and will write a full report if the issue persists.
- She knows you can handle yourself though. Even if she worries, she tries not to hover. Will check in with you often tho
- If you have an odd gate (walking pattern) she might forget sometimes when she sees you and freak out that you’re limping from a Pokémon injury or something. A very brief second of panic.
- Catches herself wondering if a task might be too hard for you only to be proven wrong seconds later
- She’s just thinks you’re the coolest
- Doesn’t mind at all if you need to sit down for a bit after battling or on the treasure hunt
- She forgets that some people need breaks often and you asking for one reminds her to take a breather herself
- She has the stamina to battle for two whole hours but even then, she will not get between you and a snack
- Love love Loves how down to earth and practical you are about certain things but you still became a Champion despite everything. She won’t tell you, but the whole Pokémon League is impressed by you
- You’re a beacon of strength to her, even on your bad pain days if you get them
Penny:
- Penny overlaps a bit with Nemona
- Doesn’t bat an eye but will passively look up information
- Prefers to ask you questions tho, sometimes in person, usually over txt
- I like that her room is so dim, if a bit cluttered
- If you chill there for a bit, you will always have at least one Veevee in your lap or next to you
- Penny thinks it’s the cutest and she has a photo of you in a complete pile of Veevee’s
- You fell asleep on her bed and they all just collectively decided to pile on top of you. It was very cozy.
- Penny probably has a weighted blanket or a plush she’ll let you use
- She might even put on some Lo-Fi music if you asked her to, or she’ll play heavy electronic music at a low volume
- She just likes your company, she doesn’t feel pressured around you and she hopes you feel comfortable around her as well
- Worries more vocally than Nemona, and will find herself saying “that seems like a bit much”
- *catches you doing the very thing out of spite*
- “tHAT WASN’T A CHALLENGE?! STOP BEFORE YOU HURT YOURSELF?!?”
- Always has a snack on her and will share. Only with you tho
Arven ooooh Arven Big Brother Arven:
- Even if he was defensive to you at first, he immediately had a ping of concern when he met you
- Got so worried when you went to take down titans, especially the Open Sky Titan
- Openly asks questions about your disability and DIGS into research about it in his own time
- He wants to know everything and anything he can help with
- You’re convinced that some of that nurturing caregiving he gave to Mabostiff bled over to how he is with you
- Got genuinely curious if the Herba Mystica actually helped you (Especially the Salty Herba Mystica in my case lol)
- He’s always racing to your side to check on you when you actually fight the titans
- Always checks in when walking anywhere
- If the group wants to travel someplace he’s always the first to turn to you and ask if you’re up for it
- Will totally carry you if you just asked. If he’s not wearing his big hiking bag, he will give a piggyback ride. Even in between classes.
- Always reaching out a hand to steady you. Will let you hold onto him for support down/up stairs or slopes
- Cuddles. He can hardly initiate them at first but will never complain if you happen to lean on his shoulder or flop into his lap.
- The off-time he does initiate the cuddles at first, it’s usually to make you stop pushing yourself so hard.
- Oh, look at that, you’re in his lap now… guess you can’t go training like your body is telling you Not To Do But You Decided To Anyway.
- Gets pretty comfortable with Cuddles with you quickly tho. Once he’s gotten off the ‘Oh, Affection for once in my life’ shock
- I imagine he likes to hold hands too.
- He gives you little hand massages if you get fatigue from throwing pokeballs or writing too many notes. He doesn’t realize he does it it sometimes, it just happens if he’s holding your hand at the time.
- Memorizes your favorite comfort foods to make when everything gets too much. Uses your favorite color bowls/plates and everything. It’s perfect.
- Mabostiff declares himself your personal heater. No one has the heart to tell him he’s not quite a lap dog anymore.
Misc. Group ideas:
- all of them subconsciously bracket around you. Arven and Penny are always glaring at anyone who gives you looks
- Nemona also likes to hold hands. She’s always looking for an excuse to pull you around.
- Arven has to tell her to slow down often
- Penny may or may not have gushed to Team Star about you and you are on all of their ‘protect at all costs’ list
- Even if you did wipe the floor with them
- If the group stops by a store but you want to sit outside and wait, Penny will always sit with you to keep you company. She and Arven send each other memes and she’ll show them to you.
- Nemona is the queen of ‘I saw this thing and it reminded me of you’
- Tbh, that happens so often with everyone tho
- If it’s raining and it makes your bones ache and your chronic pain worse, the group will be there at your dorm. They refuse. Absolutely refuse to let you suffer alone.
- You cannot stop them, they just all collectively bee-line straight to you eventually.
- *rain starts pouring down*
- Arven: huh, guess we’re having dinner at my place tonight…
- Group cuddles after dinner. Cuddles and a TV marathon with Pokémon. It’s bliss
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mischief-and-mercy · 10 months
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A Chaotic Christmas Time (Yelena Belova x Reader)
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Description: Yelena Belova drags you to New York for a mission - you had no idea what it meant for her until you figured out who exactly she was after. A chaotic Christmas with your one and only partner. Warnings: Some cursing Words: 2.8k
Two partners. A mission gone wrong… You made a promise you would be home before Christmas, with her. She made the promise to you that she would be home before Christmas, with you. Yet, with assassins on your trail and a very persistent Clint Barton, how the hell were the both of you going to make it back to Ohio before Christmas?
“Why’d you drag me into this?!” you screamed at Yelena as a kid about 19 years old attempted to punch you. You appreciated the effort, but you quickly grabbed her arm and threw her back into the wall.
“Fight better!” Yelena shouted at you from her own battle with… a very old archer who most likely needed to retire at this point.
“Well don’t drag me into your stupid shit!” you yelled back before connecting a wire to the back of the kid’s outfit.
“You wanted to come along!” she shouted back before getting pushed back by the archer.
“I thought we were going to see Christmas lights, not try to kill a kid and her adopted uncle or some fuckery!” you screamed back before you practically threw the kid off the building, the line keeping her hovering in the air.
“We’re here now!” she snapped before bending down in an attempt to sweep the archer off his feet, which he quickly dodged.
The archer ran over to the side of the building, quickly reaching over to cut the kid loose. You heard something along the lines of “go home” before you were kicked in your ribs. Oh. Oh no. Your fractured ribs, which had just finally healed two days ago. 
Despite the pain, you reached up and threw the woman away from you, refusing to be taken down by someone of lesser ability. Hurried steps from the entrance of the roof had you pulling your gaze from the rather aggressive woman to the kid you had knocked off the building minutes prior. You watched, almost in slow motion, as the kid pulled back her bow. A huff escaped your mouth. You were really not in the mood to get shot today. Especially not with an arrow. Changing her aim at the last minute, she shot her arrow into the middle of the fight, blowing everyone back. 
Slamming into the raised part of the roof, you barely heard what was going on around you. Ringing echoed in your ears, your head pounding. The pain in your ribs was barely registered, replaced by the aching in your back. Leftover breath escaped your lung in what came out as a wheeze.
Through your blurry vision, you realized Yelena had gotten up quickly and continued to fight with the archer. How she was still up and fighting… The reasoning behind her energy had you rolling your eyes behind the mask on your face. You watched through bleary eyes as the mask was ripped from Yelena’s face, exposing her blonde hair and her piercing gaze.
Yelena glared at the archer before pulling the trigger on a gun-like contraption, which lodged a hook into the ground. Clipping the rope to herself, she helped haul you off the ground, adding an additional clip to your waist. With that, she jumped right off the roof, you in tow. You grunted, the pain in your ribs made you bite your lip so hard the metallic taste invaded your mouth.
You didn’t remember much after that. The one thing that you knew is that your ribs really fucking hurt. You knew it was a bad idea to enter a fight after your doctor specifically told you not to, but really… When did you ever listen to a doctor? You had the answer already: never. You were routinely scolded by Yelena for it.
“Where does it hurt?” Yelena asked, setting you down in an unfamiliar place. The smell of ashes infiltrated your nose, making you want to gag at the strong smell.
“My nose,” you wheezed, before sneezing right on her face.
“Suchka,” Yelena cursed, wiping at her face with the tactical gear she still wore. A giggle rose up in the back of your throat but quickly turned into a huff of pain as the movement pulled at your bruised ribs.
“Couldn’t help it,” you said, a lingering smile hovering on your lips. “I think my bones are bruised if that’s possible.”
“It’s definitely possible,” Yelena murmured, her quick fingers immediately pressing into your side. A yelp escaped your mouth as you immediately gripped her wrist with your own quick fingers. 
“Don’t touch that. It fucking hurts, you absolute-”
Yelena looked up at you with a small smile. “You are such a baby. I never would-”
“You were when you were sick with the flu,” you stated in a monotone voice, your eyebrow raising. “I think you whined every two seconds that you were going to die.”
“I was not!” Her jaw dropped as she stared at you. “You are much more whiny than I could ever be!”
“I think that’s complete and absolute bullsh-”
“You have a filthy mouth.” Her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. Despite her frequent cussing in her home language, she often found it worse when you decided to engage in the bad habit. Although she tended to call you names and you… well, you used whatever came to mind.
“So do you.”
“I use it when it’s needed.”
“You use it because I annoy the hell out of you.”
Yelena’s blue eyes pierced your own. “It’s because I care about you. And danger finds you too easily.”
You leaned closer to her, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Are you sure it’s not just danger that follows you around?”
“Maybe it finds us both,” she said as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But it still remains. You need to be safe.”
“So do you,” you grumbled, but continued to let her bandage your ribs to reduce the pain that wracked through your side when you breathed.
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You rested on the couch, thankful Yelena had the common sense to bring your regular clothes with her. Fleece-lined loose sweatpants graced your legs, tricking your mind into becoming tired. It wasn’t time to sleep in a burnt apartment, damn you, you thought to yourself.
The creak of the door had you whipping your head to the source of the noise. The kid from earlier stepped through, out of the ridiculous archer get up she was wearing before… Which reminded you that your outfit wasn’t any better than hers.
As the kid walked to the open window (which you assumed was Yelena’s way of attempting to get the burnt smell out of the apartment), Yelena moved from her previous position. “Kate Bishop,” she said, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips. You loved that look on her more than you could care to admit. It was the same look she had when she sniffed around for your birth records and found your birthday, the same look when she had moved all of your things into her apartment… And the look on her face when she asked you to marry her.
Neither of you cared for the physical part of the relationship. Hell, it might not even be the “true love” that most people talked about. But you enjoyed her company… She enjoyed yours. Neither of you had family to run to, so you became each other’s family in the only way that you could.
What looked to be a ketchup bottle came flying at Yelena’s head in a matter of seconds. “Hi,” Yelena sang, still holding the bottle in front of her face. Something you admired were the quick reflexes—despite your tactical training, the bottle would’ve been quick to give you a black eye.
“I made macaroni if you want some,” Yelena offered.
“If you put hot sauce in it already, I swear Yel, I am going to burn that meal with fire. Hot sauce and macaroni is just plain wrong.”
Yelena frowned at you. “Hot sauce is one of the best American sauces.”
“It may be that, but that doesn’t mean it belongs in fucking macaroni,” you said as struggled slightly to get off the couch. 
“Who are you?!” Kate exclaimed.
“Your worst nightmare,” you responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you plucked the macaroni from the pot. “No, I’m just this one’s,” you jabbed your thumb at Yelena, “partner and am obligated to be here in case we can’t go home for Christmas.”
“You could go home for Christmas!” Kate exclaimed excitedly, the relief obvious on her face when you mentioned going back to your chosen home.
You did miss it and often worried about Fanny and Cooper. You had Cooper for four years now, while Fanny was a recent development. It was safe to say that you didn’t trust the dog sitter as much as you trusted your own eyes watching them. The two together were smart enough to steal a whole turkey when you looked away. Now that… That was a very, very chaotic Thanksgiving.
Yelena sighed. “You took forever and I was starving. So I made food.”
“What do you want?” Kate asked in an obviously distrusting tone. Who wouldn’t be? Two former Black Widow assassins were in her now-burnt apartment.
“Relax, Kate Bishop, I just want to talk, okay? Are you really not hungry?! That fight was so long. It’s really tasty, really tasty.”
With her distracted, you stole more than your fair share of macaroni, moving to another chair. Propping your feet up, you stuffed a large mouthful of the Kraft mac ‘n cheese in your mouth. Americans certainly did not make the healthiest food.
“I know what boxed mac ‘n cheese tastes like, it’s really- it’s delicious,” Kate mumbled.
“It’s not poisoned.” At least, you hoped it wasn’t. You had already eaten more than enough to kill you in the next five minutes.
Yelena looked through Kate’s drawers. “Forks… forks. No, you have one fork?”
“I’m… one person,” Kate responded, obviously shocked at the blatant way Yelena was looking through Kate’s apartment.
“That’s so weird…” Yelena said, almost to herself. “Kate, this is not cutlery. This is not cutlery.” Yelena shook her head at Kate, almost disapprovingly. The edges of your lips twitched, amused with the way she seemed like a wine aunt.
 “I am not gonna have dinner with you after you tried to kill me and then broke into my house!” Kate exclaimed.
“So dramatic,” you mumbled into your macaroni.
“I did not try to kill you. A, I put you on a wire to remove an obstacle. And B, I did not break anything. I am way too talented than that. And C, stop being so defensive. Okay? You’re so hostile. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I don’t have any weapons on me.”
“Liar,” you muttered.
Yelean tilted her head in consideration, her blue eyes glittering with mischief. “Okay, I take that back. I don’t have any weapons currently in my hands.” With a raised eyebrow, Yelena huffed at you. “That’s a lie also. Come on, take a fork. Eat. Eat. Please, my daddy says it’s good for you.”
“You’re probably thinking, ‘What? This is crazy. I’m going to have dinner with the enemy? And she made some really good smelling macaroni… But in all honesty, if I wanted to kill you…”
“She would have already,” you finished for her.
Minutes later, Kate was finished with the macaroni Yelena had made. You were finished with your own bowl of it, the pain medication Yelena had forced down your throat making you nauseous. Stretching out, you immediately regretted that action. The pain in your ribs reminded you of your restricted movement.
“Are you done?” Yelena asked.
“Yeah.”
“I go?” Yelena immediately perked up. Hot sauce, unfortunately, ready in her hand. “I could put hot sauce on it?” “Yep… So what do you want?”
“Well, it’s my- our first time in New York,” Yelena corrected, taking your hand in hers. “It’s a business trip, so time is limited. But we want to see some things. The Empire State Building, the new and improved Statue of Liberty, and the Rockefeller Center.”
“I want to see the tree,” you interjected. “My mother never engaged in American Christmas.”
“The tree, the presents, the super-powered reindeer, Rudolph. He is so weird…” Yelena stated before remembering her original train of thought. “Have you ever eaten reindeer?” 
“Cannot say I’ve had the pleasure. No.”
“It’s… No, it is not a pleasure. No, it’s um, it’s really tough. It’s chewy.”
You rolled your eyes. “Any recommendations for us to see? My partner gets off track so easily. One of her… less adorable traits.” A hand came flying within your eyesight and you grabbed her wrist, your lips curled into a smile. “Too slow.”
Kate decided to ignore the interaction, in favor of responding to your original question. “The High Line is great. Um.. There’s a Christmas market in Union Square. I’m not quite sure those are the right fit for the two blood-thirsty vigilante wife-thing.”
Both of you laughed at that. “Blood thirsty vigilante. No, I just get dragged along to every one of her trips.”
Yelena surveyed Kate before asking, “Why do you risk your life for him, Clint Barton? How has everybody forgiven him for his past?”
“He saved the world,” Kate responded, shock evident in her tone.
“No,” Yelena snapped, her palm laying flat on the table. “My sister. saved the world. Natasha Romanoff, she saved the world. Stop pretending like you’re not surprised. It does not look cool.”
“You’re really Natasha’s sister?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, I did not see that coming. Thank God, I didn’t kill you up there.”
Yelena started laughing to the point you saw tears gathering at her waterline. “You kill me? Again, oh, Kate Bishop, you are so funny. That’s hilarious. That one is the funniest.”
“Natasha and Clint were friends… Why are you after him?”
You sighed and tilted your head back, done with the back and forth. “Look, the gist is that Clint Barton deserves to die. Continue getting in the way and we will have no choice but to drag you down with him. Good night, Kate Bishop.”
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“Yelen!” you screamed, scrambling down to the ice rink. Blood was on her face and you felt the primal need to protect her from Clint. A knife from your holster drove into the ice an inch away from the archer’s foot, causing him to stumble back.
Before you could launch yourself at him, Yelena’s arms encircled you. “It is okay,” she breathed into your neck. “We can… we can go home.”
You glared at Clint, still feeling the urge to drive a knife into his chest. “You promise? We can go home?”
She nodded into your shoulder and you took a deep breath, your hand gripping her forearm. “All right. All right, let’s… let’s go home before any more shit goes down.”
Days later, you sat in front of the fire with Cooper splayed across your lap. You frowned at him, not able to help the mock disapproval from spreading across your face. “You’re too big for this.”
Staring up at you with big brown eyes, you knew he was not sorry at all. Both you and Yelena agreed both dogs knew how to look cute and beg for treats Fanny and Cooper didn’t need. His soft fur slid through your fingertips as you scratched behind his ears.
“He is too spoiled for his own good,” Yelena commented from where she was attempting to figure out how to properly wrap a gift.
“You should have wrapped those before we left.”
“And you should have taught me how to wrap presents four months ago when you did not tell me you had a birthday.”
“You don’t tell me yours either,” you pointed out, turning your head from the fire to raise an eyebrow at her. “Don’t be a hypocrite.”
Yelena huffed before finally shoving the box at you. “I give up. This is your gift.”
“If you got me coal like you did last year-”
“It is not coal!” Yelena exclaimed, her mouth opening in shock. “How dare you say such a thing?”
“It’s true,” you muttered before prying open the top of the box. Glittering knives laid in front of you, sharpened, polished, and the handle was carved to perfection. A “Y” in one and your initial in the other. You blinked slowly at the knives, feeling tears come to your eyes. After years of being a Black Widow, you didn’t know how gifts could touch other people.
But carrying a piece of your partner, your best friend, your wife, with you into battle… The thought of that had you pulling Yelena into a tight hug. Despite not being a hugger, Yelena let you hold her close. 
“I love you,” you whispered into her ear. “Merry Christmas.”
Yelena’s hand found your waist in order to hold you close. “Merry Christmas,” she repeated back to you.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
Author's Notes: Yes, I posted this in June. Blame the answers to my poll. Please reblog or comment, it helps my fic reach others! <3
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dameronology · 2 years
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hcs for steve x henderson reader please?
ofc!!
the scenario as to how you're a henderson sibling is ambigious; could be adopted, biological, whatever u prefer😌
you 100% met through dustin
i mean you probably knew each other already, because you're a similar age and hawkins high isn't massive but you actually properly, meet through dustin
your baby brother is an adventurous kid; he's out at all hours of the day getting up to god knows what and you know he sneaks out his window past curfew when your mum thinks he is asleep
it's whatever, really; you know he's good at heart and probably isn't getting into trouble. you were the same when you were his age
you meet steve for the first time in unfortunate circumstances; you were meant to pick dustin up from a d&d meet but the thought completely slipped your mind
steve drops him off on the doorstep about two hours later with a very grumbly, curly haired kid by his side
"you forgot about me! what's more important than me?"
you send dustin inside and profusely apologise to and thank steve at the same time; he finds it quite funny actually because honestly how could you forget about someone as persistently loud and annoying as your little brother??
you bond over the fact he's a great, if not irritating kid
steve sees you in a coffee shop a few days later & you buy him a cup to say thank you for your mistake the other night
you end up talking for hours and he asks you out
from there it's an uphill trajectory of literally just falling in love with him
you hide it from dustin at first; there's no telling how he'll react
steve likes to think he'll be jealous because even though he shouldn't care what some kid thinks, he definitely feels a pang of something everytime dustin calls him all like "don't worry about picking me up later, eddie's gonna give me a ride!"
and harrington would like to think that dustin would extend the same courtesy to him
dustin finds out by accident; you're on the phone to steve one day, hanging up and saying you love him, and dustin goes "oh, i love you too steve, i'm sorry i missed your call. we're good right?"
and when he hears you go FUCK OFF, DUSTIN! he realises he meant the other henderson
there's no anger. maybe a little that you felt the need to hide it from him but overall, dustin is absolutely obsessed with the idea of you two
your mum, a little less so. she's always been a little weary of steve, ever since mrs wheeler told her one day at brunch about what a bad influence he was on nancy
(barely tho, but yanno how ma's can be)
you don't really care; you're old enough to move out if you want and tbh most her nervous energy is focused on dustin because she swears 11 times a week that he's gonna cause her a stroke from stress
your lil brother loves movie nights with you!! he'll sit in the middle of you and steve because he can't read the room
you're both super over protective of him; one time some kids in school gave him shit for his cleidocranial dysplasia and you and steve basically corned them in the parking lot
he tries to rope you both into playing d&d and it only worked once
overall, you're like a little family and dustin loves it
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ducky-died-inside · 2 years
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Uhh hi I don't know if your requests are still open if not thats ok but I was wondering if you could write about the madrigal family adopting child y/n and how they would react to the reader calling (any of your pick)them mom,dad ect.. you don't have to do this if your uncomfortable with it just want to ask. But anyways hope you are having a great day or night and love your writing btw!(srry for my bad typing!)
Mami: Pepa x Fem Reader (platonic)
Summary: You finally call Pepa, Mami after being her daughter for a few years...
Genre: Fluff!
Notes: I'm sorry this took so long! My motivation to write is still there, it has just died down a bit.
Warnings: happy tears from Pepa, really angsty backstory because I can't write pure sugar like this,
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You sat up straight in your bed, a cool sweat running down your face. It was another nightmare from before. Before the Madrigals, namely Pepa and Félix, had taken you in. Dolores had heard what was happening to you at your house and told her family. They came to your home, and whisked you away and now, you were a Madrigal.
You had a gift and everything. You could teleport, which made your new older brother Camilo very interested in doing stuff with you. Namely, pranks and stealing food and playing jokes on people.
Even though you were young when the Madrigals saved you, you still had scars, mental and physical, from when you lived with your father. He would come home drunk and irritated which did not bode well for you.
Your nightmares brought you back to those years that you tried so desperately to block out. You wiped the sweat from your face and sat on the edge of your bed. You teleported into the bathroom and splashed some water in your face.
"You're alright. You're not there anymore. You have a family that cares about you now."
Your words to yourself helped, but they couldn't drive away the ever-persistent thoughts in your head.
But what if they don't? What if they just barely tolerate me and took out of pity? Do they even do that or are they just waiting for me to move out?
You heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice.
"Y/N? Are you alright in there? I heard the sink going and you're the only other one awake?"
It was Pepa. You could tell from the water seeping under the door and into the bathroom that she was drizzling.
"Yeah, Pepi. I'm alright. I just had a nightmare."
Your voice was shaky and you were honestly on the verge of tears at this point. With the combination of your nightmare and Pepa coming to check on you, it was too much.
"Another one? That's the third one this week. Are you sure you're alright, mija?"
You broke down and opened the door to see Pepa in her nightgown, her braided, red hair wet from the cloud over her head. She took one look at your face and immediately pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, not caring about the drizzling cloud that hung over your heads. Your head fit into the crook of her neck and you sobbed into her shoulder until you were able to speak coherent sentences.
"I'm sorry, Mami. I didn't mean to wake you up. I got your dress all wet too."
You mumbled quietly, and for a moment of shocked silence, you thought Pepa didn't hear you. She grabbed you by the shoulders and locked eyes with you.
"Did you just call me Mami?"
There were tears in Pepa's eyes and you immediately went to apologize.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
Pepa pulled you into an even tighter hug.
"I've been wanting you to call me that for years. Oh, and don't worry about the dress. It was wet anyway."
You could hear the small, lilting laugh in her voice.
"You're not mad?"
"Why in the world would I be mad, mija?"
"I'm not Dolores, Camilo, or Antonio. I don't belong here."
"Of course you do. You are my mija, even if you are of different blood. I still love you just as much as I love them."
"Really?"
"Really."
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nostalgebraist · 2 years
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Why do you think that impressive performance on benchmarks ≠ substantial real-world impact in AI? It definitely surprises me that the advances in AI over the last few years haven't really shaken up the economy in any meaningful way. Is it that high performance in controlled settings is different/easier than excellent performance in the real world? Does the technology take a long time to roll out? Are opportunities being missed by "the people in charge," or is something else going on?
Is it that high performance in controlled settings is different/easier than excellent performance in the real world?
This is some of it, yeah.
More importantly, there are things the benchmarks miss that are really important in the real world.
The benchmarks typically ask "how well does the system do on average?", or "what % of the time does the system get the right answer?"
But if you're running a business, and especially if you're building a consumer-facing product, you don't just care about averages. The system is going to fail sometimes, and some failures are a lot worse than others. Some kinds of failures could get you sued, for example.
Even if your ML components don't fail in a catastrophic way like that, they're black boxes, and their failures will be mysterious. This could make your product feel unpredictable/"flaky," producing a state of learned helplessness in some users and a bunch of frustrating tech support calls from the others. (Your tech support people won't have the answers because literally no one knows why the model does the things it does.)
In a business, you also want fine-grained control over what you get. You don't just want "output that (usually) makes sense" or "output that's (usually) factually correct." You want output that makes sense, and is factually correct, and is about the specific domain your business operates in, and says something on-brand and contextually appropriate about that domain, and uses your company's brand voice . . . and we simply can't get this level of control from today's generative models.
(See this post for more on that topic. Also the ACX stained glass post, where Scott gets DALLE-2 to draw all sorts of wonderful stuff that just happens not to be what he specifically asked for.)
For these reasons, I would expect there's...
more adoption of ML for classification/retrieval (like BERT in Google Search) than for content generation
more adoption of ML in areas that customers don't see, like business analytics
ML used to partially automate small and unusually rote/generic pieces of existing human workflows (think of Gmail Smart Compose), not used to do entire tasks
When ML actually adds value, it tends to be incremental and almost invisible. It looks like a slightly smarter autofill feature that you could still imagine being done with heuristics, or Google search getting subtly better at understanding queries (when it was already very good at this, and anyway the effect is drowned out by SEO rendering Google half-useless over the same time interval), or companies getting a bit more efficient at internal calculations you didn't know they were doing in the first place.
This might seem counterintuitive, given the "wow" effect one gets looking at the latest generative models. But the "wow" effect comes from trying to let the models stand on their own two feet, pretending to be human. And they do seem human! In the sense that they usually seem like some human being or other doing something in the general territory of what was asked for.
But there's a long way between "usually seeming like some human being or other doing something in the general territory of what was asked for," and reliably serving any function of real value to a business.
(I should add that the bleeding edge of ML is always very compute-intensive, and thus usually very expensive at the time of its release. That does change over time, unlike the trends above, which I expect to persist as long as the current ML paradigm does [though I realize I haven't defended that stronger claim here].)
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acacia-may · 1 year
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Yunoleo for the bingo?
Hi anon! Thank you for the ask! I apologise that it has taken me so long to get back to you. 💦
(Pink represents my feelings towards it romantically and yellow represents my feelings towards it platonically).
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Thoughts and headcanons below the cut:
To start, I absolutely adore both Leo and Yuno as characters. Yuno is an excellent secondary protagonist (especially as foil to Asta), and I desperately wish we got more Leo because he is just so lovely and has really come a long way over the series. I especially love his positive attitude and fighting spirit. I don't think I've ever really given much thought to shipping Leo (I gave him a future son once in an abandoned WIP but that was really just as a plot device. Sorry Leo), and shipping Yuno just isn't my cup of tea in general since to me, he just doesn't seem too interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with anyone, and he just strikes me as the type who is perfectly content with his only his platonic relationships (i.e. with his family and friends) and who doesn't really want anything more than that (at least not right now). Of course, he could always surprise me and show some romantic inclinations towards someone someday, but until that happens, it's a little hard for me to imagine him romantically involved. This is just my own personal interpretation though.
As a BROTP, I think this would be great though! I hadn't really considered the possibility of Yuno and Leo being close friends, but the more that I think about it, the more I think that it could be really good for them. They'd have a lot of great balance in the dynamic with Yuno being calm and steady force and Leo being fiery and energetic. It could be a little like Yuno and Asta's dynamic, I think, and I can imagine they'd have a great rivalry with each other and always push each other to be their best. I'm sure they'd have a lot of fun sparring together, and I can imagine they spend a lot of time with Asta as well.
A few headcanons:
Leo adopts Yuno as a rival right away and keeps wanting to spar with him (possibly at inopportune times). His persistence is a little bit annoying, but it actually helps Yuno warm up to him more quickly than expected because it reminds him of Asta.
Asta and Leo kind of team up to help Yuno get out in the world, meet new people, and have new experiences. This mainly entails Asta and Leo trying new (somewhat impulsive and sometimes stupid) things, and Yuno getting dragged along on their hairbrained adventures. Yuno feels obligated to tag along because someone has to be the voice of reason and the "responsible one." He is often convinced that without him, Asta and Leo would end up in trouble with the law, seriously injured or dead in a ditch somewhere.
Leo and Yuno connect by talking about their siblings since they both have such a deep devotion to their families. Fuegoleon likes Yuno a lot and thinks he is a good influence, and Mereoleona apprecaites his powerful magic and the fact that he is inspiring Leo to grow stronger as a mage (even though she also thinks he's a stick in the mud). Yuno's younger siblings in Hage really love Leo as well--especially Nash who Leo helps with his similar fire magic attribute.
Yuno has invited Leo to David Swallow's "underground" poker game on multiple occasions. Leo is very bad at it because he has no poker face, so he tries his best to imitate Yuno. It doesn't work. Yuno's attempts to help him practise his poker face have not worked either.
Leo and Yuno also spend time with Mimosa and Klaus. Mimosa is so glad that Yuno and her cousin have become friends. Klaus is glad and relieved that Yuno has friends besides just him and Mimosa (but he would be too nice to say anything about it). They often go to shops and restaurants in the Royal Capital together.
Leo and Yuno are very good sparring partners for each other and often have opportunities to train together since the Golden Dawn HQ and Crimson Lions HQ are very close to each other. It always reminds Yuno of training with Asta since they have similar energetic and positive attitudes, and Leo really benefits from level-headed Yuno reminding him to take breaks and not push himself too hard.
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sargassos · 1 year
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I've been avoiding doing this, cause I'm not the best at sharing, and cause its the suckiest life update ever. Obviously, this is not an art post.
I'm gonna make a short thread of photos out of this, so, hope im doing this part right, but CW: animal death, pet death ahead, in case you dont block those tags already.
Just under 8 years ago, I adopted the best dogo I have ever known. We had ranch dogs when I was a kid, so I've had a LOT of dogs; Tsavo was something super special. I mean, kid leash trained himself an hour after I adopted him. He had zero trouble learning new things, from go.
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He was great with our other animals, tho he ate my favorite feather pillow and carried my not yet planted flowers around like a trophy.
And he was tiny tiny when he first came home; I was told he wouldn't get very big (i did not believe them one bit.)
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Apparently neither did he. In fact he took it as a challenge. He capped out at 102 pounds at his peak, and healthy. He was a hiker, a camper, and a lake dog (tho he didn't swim well. Imagine, a lab who can't swim??)
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He would sit with me when I was gardening, hang out in the garage when we were working, would lay around and watch the chickens...his second name was "In-The-Way", but in a good way.
He even helped fetch tools when we were working (nothing sharp or too heavy, he knew his limits)
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He was always patient with us taking photos (of which there were so. Very. Many.)
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In spite of my best attempts to socialize him, he never did quite get the whole, personal space & canine body language thing. But luckily he made friends pretty easily.
Which was helpful when we brought home a kitten who decided "slow introduction" was too slow for him.
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He was an all season idiot, and made everyone happy with his persistence in fetching items when requested; bags, tools, shoes (matching pairs!)...And if he didn't know the item you were requesting by name, he would bring you every single sock he could find to make up for it.
He helped me come down when I came home in tears from work, when I was stressed from a nightmare, or if i woke up in a panic after an episode if sleep paralysis.
He was, inequivically, the absolute best dogs I've ever known, and could have asked for.
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Now the sad part. I posted recently on Twitter that Tsavo hasn't been doing great. He developed a limp in late October. I took him to work for a checkup.
We thought it was a torn mcl, that would heal. It might not even need surgery, since his xrays weren't showing much.
We were wrong. It was cancer. And by the time we realized it, it had already spread from his leg into his chest.
I was not mentally prepared for how fast everything went downhill from there, but given the tone of this post, and the censor, I suppose its obvious where this goes.
He stopped eating. He couldn't get comfortable, even with pain meds. His leg seemed dead and cold below the knee, and he started coughing only days after we got the results back.
We opted to euthanize Tsavo last Thursday, the 1st of the month.
I am very very not ok right now.
I'll get another dog. I know I will, I've proven in the past I dont like not having one around. I love dogs. I'm going to meet one this weekend. I feel selfish being excited when I'm still this broken, but this last month has been a nightmare in itself, so I want to be happy too.
But I firmly believe getting a new pet is never a replacement for an old one. And it couldn't be anyways. There will never be another Tsavo like my great, amazing boy was.
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I can never be grateful enough for what this big, stupid, idiot goofball brought to my life.
And im just as grateful for my friends, who have been helping me deal with this for over a month now.
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I love this dog, with my whole heart and everything I have, and I will miss him forever.
He really was the bestest best boy ❤
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