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t0rturedangel · 2 months

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How about the Hazbin hotel gang with seraphim child reader who just somehow appeared after ep 8

╭ . . . 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 ੭

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⿻ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??

⌦ 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 ﹕angel dust - swearing, just him being him. Alastor - ill intent, possible swearing. Mentions of killing, mentions of blood. Nifty - she tries to kill you, dw you dont die. this too me so long im gonna cry

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ okay, firstly just know that the crew goes fucking crazy- I mean they just fought an entire army of exorcist angels and killed Adam, the first man Adam!! So they all think that you're sort of there to try and punish them all for it, so they all get ready to attack (even though you're LITERALLY a child, children are wild though)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ that's until Charlie, bless her heart, recognizes you (and depending on if you tried to defend her in court just like Emily) and rushes up to you, holding her arms out happily- thats until Angel Dust surprisingly tries to stop her

"It's you!" Charlie gasped, her eyes widening in a pleasant surprise, you were the third and youngest seraphim and much like your older sister Emily felt the need to defend Charlie and her idea of redemption- the thought of allowing those who suffered to see the error of their ways and correct them and then given their reward of eternal peace sounded brilliant, much like Emily you were horrified to learn of the exterminations. You were the first one to openly agree to what Charlie had said despite Adam's comments and facial expressions, you also helped Emily in trying to make the court see what was wrong with this method, unfortunately your plans did not work, though Charlie remembered your efforts and clearly she enjoys your presence. At the glee in her tone, you smiled and stepped forward, wanting to give a hug to the princess of hell though paused in confusion when someone looking oddly like a spider stopped her.

"Woah there toots!" the spider called out to his friend, grabbing her arm to halt her movement- Angel dust was staring both you and Charlie down- a look of uncertainty and distrust painted all over his face "Why ya going to rando angels? what if they were sent down here to finish the job for Adam?", Angel did have a point- you appeared put of no where and was just standing outside the hotel? pretty suspicious.. though Charlie is quick to cool things down "Oh no no no! They're alright, they're a friend! They mean no harm at all- in fact [name] was one of the angels who supported my idea!" she turned to you joyfully, smiling from ear to ear "We can trust them!" ... "okay but how did they end up here? in uh hell?" Husk piped up, his voice full of boredom- or annoyance (you can never really tell with husk, what an odd man) "Oh I fell! ... or rather- I threw myself out of heaven" you happily answered the question, giving everyone a quick second to process what the actual fuck you just said.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ thats how you joined the hotel! Pretty nice innit??

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Charlie adores you! you're such a sweet little thing, you're a sweetie and are just so kind to everyone!! (at least that's what she likes to think)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she thinks of you as a little small sibling!, after all you're the youngest of the team and act just like her, plus she always wanted a little sibling so you're perfect!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ any ideas she thinks of or any redemption exorcises she runs them by you- to see if they can be more or less effective to get her friends into heaven

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Since Charlie could only stay in heaven for so long, she loves to ask you about heaven and how it was like- always being so invested in your stories, she honestly cannot get enough of them!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ also, Charlie is... painfully aware that she can never get into heaven, ever. Afterall, she's not only a hell-born but also literally the heir to the throne of hell so yeah there is no chance for her redemption, something she cannot handle- she cries knowing this but now that she has you- someone who ran from heaven, actively choosing to leave and come here gives her comfort. Now she'll never be alone, she has you and you have her!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ At first, Lucifer was startled and untrusting of you- you're a seraphim, someone that was just like him and could possibly actually take him down despite you being an actual child.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ over time, the king of hell did grow warmer to you, after all he sees a bit of himself in you. Both ex-angels, both hate heaven.... it's like you're his second little one!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Sometimes, when lucifer isnt busy with his actual child, he hangout with you- entertaining you with his magic while you return the favor with little stories and things, sometimes you even create little gifts like flowers for him.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Lucifer vows to keep you safe, even though you can easily take down hundreds of sinners and even overlords, it's paternal instincts what can i say?

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ this man totally makes you ducks- he has enough experience in making ducks so you know own a few dozen in your hotel room- how lovely!!

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ oh this man, this radio demon. He's out for your soul, absolutely hell-driven to get it, and it's all for power (who could have guessed)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He doesnt like kids, in fact he can confirm that he absolutely HATES children though he will act all kind and lovely to you- remember though it's all an act! don't fall for it, he just wants your soul (if he gets your soul, your angelic soul? fuck- he'll be even more powerful than before, having an angel's soul would make him practically invincible!)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ This guy, funny fella really. HE CANNOT BUGGER OFF. Whenever you need help with anything he's the first to appear and offer a helping hand- and then in return as a favor back asks for a deal- is he serious? (yes. he always is)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Alastor though also, much like everyone else becomes a a bit soft for you- occasionally creating those little weird shadow creatures to play with you, since everyone around you are adults and are busy it's a way of keeping you entertained when they're busy

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He, also, understands that you are more powerful than him- and knows that if he gets on your nerves enough he'll probably become dust.

𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ at first, Nifty only had one goal: to kill you (hey don't blame her! Charlie told her to stab and she's still under that impression)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ good for you though!! coz you fly up right as she even tries to stab her dagger through your chest- Charlie and Vaggie immediately grabbing nifty to stop her from moving and killing you.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ after the whole misunderstanding, Nifty actually enjoys begin with you! you're clean, and help kill bugs (well really it's you pointing the bugs out to Nifty and her killing them)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ You're, unsurprisingly, taller than Nif so she likes to climb up on you and sit on your shoulders or stand on your back while holding onto your shoulders. She finds you the most comfortable to climb- plus she can hide in your wings and be used as a secret weapon.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she adores playing with roaches with you- while you are grossed out by it slightly, you still play to entertain Nifty (then after you sanitize your whole body about ten times)

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel tends to avoid you, not out of hate or spite or anything- it's just.... well he is aware of how he is and well he doesnt want to ruin you in the sense of his dirty talk and swearing.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ though occasionally he finds himself stuck looking after you, which is.... fun.... no i mean really its fun as fuck!!! Angel makes all sorts of jokes, offers you alcohol (you did almost take it if it werent for husk and practically everyone else to all collectively pry the bottle of vodka out of your hands)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel dust also teaches you some very creative swear words! so now, whenever you feel like talking you run around screaming weird insults at people, Alastor has heard you shout "EAT ASS AND DIE HORSE FACE FUCK BITCH!!" a few times to random sinners

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ The... star, is actually proud of teaching you those words- hey if you wanna stay in hell you gotta act like it!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ hides you away from Val- though somehow you still find out about him, and when you learnt how he treated your spider-friend.. uhm, the studio was in smithereens and val was close to death- now permanently loosing his right arm (just his right arm for now)

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ to you, Husk is like the weird- drunk uncle who just got out of prison. Though, he's the cool drunk uncle.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk doesnt really speak to you, which is brilliant coz you dont really speak- so the two of you communicate through looks and gestures, leaving everyone in the hotel watching you two 'talk' very confused.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ never gives you alcohol, no matter how much you ask with 'cherries on top' and if he does catch you with any intoxicating drinks he snatches them off of you- scolds you a bit then drinks the beverage himself.... hypocrite

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk helps you avoid Alastor, he doesnt want to see you being under his clutches, you dont deserve that you're just a kid.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He also teaches you how to do magic tricks just incase you ever want to become a magician... and sometimes he teaches you how to play card games- or how to gamble

𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ In all honestly, Vaggie is very much threatened by you- because like, do i even need to say it?? YOU'RE A SERAPHIM !!!!!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Buttt as long as Charlie is okay with you and you don't pull any stunts to try and sabotage the team you're alright! Just dont try anything.... please

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she accidently treats you like a soldier sometimes- a habit from her exorcist days, speaking of you could immediately tell she was one of those angels and while you did not like her at first you grew to like her- viewing her as a second older sister

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ you and Vaggie sometimes sit and remember old times in heaven- and you'd ask about the exterminations, though quickly stopped after noting her discomfort.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Vaggies also likes to try and swap weapons with you- to see if she and you can handle other weapons (unsurprisingly you both adapt quite quickly)

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leighsartworks216 · 8 months

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In The Moonlight

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Lowkey wrote this for @niermortem bc the Astarion hyperfixation goes hard

I've never written for Astarion before and I'm still not 100% comfortable with his speech patterns and stuff but I had to write this or I would not be able to sleep tonight. Tbh y'all are lucky he even spoke at all. I was going to have Tav shush him lmao

Warnings: Cazador, mentions of past abuse, mentions of biting, vague implications of sex, like one swear

Word Count: 1,110

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AO3

He’s so beautiful, just like this. The moon reaches through the window and caresses his hair, turning already-bright white into pure starlight. His pale skin glows. And when the sun rises and casts beams of yellow-orange over him, it’s almost as if blood flows through him once more.

You cannot sleep. Despite how tired your body was, your mind couldn’t sit still. It pondered over the day’s events - if you made the right choices, what you could have done better, your companions - endlessly spiraling out of sleep’s embrace. And you would still have been going over these questions and concerns, if Astarion did not look so damn pretty.

He fell asleep a while ago. With a gentle kiss to your cheek and a whisper of thanks, he’d tucked one arm under his head and draped the other across your waist, and drifted off. A hint of a smile still lingered there. Creases by his mouth and eyes proving a simple joy that followed him into his dreams.

It felt wrong to watch him like this. Like studying how his curls fell across his forehead and the flicker of his eyes behind his eyelids was in some way betraying his trust. The thought alone - of ruining this beautiful foundation of trust and patience and understanding - should have been enough to have you close your eyes or turn away. And yet, something inside you yearned for more. An ache in your chest that urged you to touch him, to be closer to him.

And the urge was stronger than your perceived guilt.

Slowly, you raised a hand to his face. At first, all you did was brush the curl from his forehead. The stubborn thing only bounced right back.

Your eyes trailed from his hair to his eyebrows. So often did a crease find its way between them, pinched in frustration or confusion. Your hand followed. With the barest brush of your thumb, you smoothed out the imaginary crease. Astarion breathed in deeply - causing you to hold your own - before sighing softly. His face relaxed even more, shoulders easing into the pillows that cushioned him.

You focused next on his eyes. Deep, bloody red irises hidden behind thin lids that held so much worry and uncertainty and joy and hope. Hope. It had taken so long for the vampire to actually be optimistic about the future. He had no idea what would happen next - between Cazador and the tadpoles, there was little to be optimistic about. When you helped him, despite his original plans to manipulate and use you, he realized things did not always have such awful outcomes. Even your first encounter, with his blade to your throat, had somehow brought you here, together and warm and safe.

Despite being an elf, he had such deep bags beneath his eyes. Even the crows feet and laugh lines that appeared with his smile were unusual. He’d told you sparingly about his life under Cazador. The things he fed on, the poem carved into his back, and the horrible things he did. Undoubtedly, the lines came from that time. Barely eating enough to survive, luring people in with his charms for an uncaring master, being tortured in the dark. Yet, you couldn’t imagine Astarion without them. He was so pretty when he smiled.

You move on to his nose and his cheeks. His features are all well defined, sharp. It makes him seem dangerous, even at a first glance. Like a snake, hiding fangs behind shimmering scales.

Beckoned by the analogy, your eyes flicker to his lips. They’re so soft, despite the way he chews his bottom lip. Where before his kisses were rough, demanding, now they’re slow, careful. He no longer kisses you like he has to woo you over and get you to play his game. He kisses you like he’s savoring the last drop of wine. Even his bites are gentler, pricking your neck as carefully as he can unless you ask him nicely to be rougher.

“Too distracted to sleep, are we?”

His voice makes you jolt. You weren’t expecting his lips to move so suddenly. Nor did you realize before how your hand cupped his jaw and your thumb stroked his cheek. You can feel his smile as he chuckles.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” he coos. “But don’t you think it’s a bit late to be admiring my features?”

You take a moment to compose yourself, urging your heart to still from the scare. Damn you for thinking so much about his mouth. Astarion is nice enough to wait and listen as you relax once more, though you continue to trace over his skin and brush the curls in front of his ears back.

“I couldn’t sleep. And you look so beautiful in the moonlight.”

He slips his arm from underneath his head as he turns into your hand, holding your wrist in place as he kisses your palm. “I appreciate it, my love. But it’s been a long and exhausting day, and we both need our beauty rest.”

Red eyes watch, half-lidded, as you smile - he loves it just as much as you love his. Before, he couldn’t care less. Now, oh the things he would do to see you happy every waking moment of the rest of your lives.

The blankets shift against each other as you move to be closer. You tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his neck. You are so warm. He lets out a soft breath as he curls around you, protective and safe all at once. Slender fingers tangle carefully into the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping your head tucked away under his chin.

For so long, he charmed and manipulated people. They touched and got close to him, in ways he quickly detached himself from. For so long. It was still difficult to fathom how he sought it out with you. How he did not go through the motions of physical intimacy, how he actually wanted to be physically intimate in more ways than just sexually. How long he’d been deprived of something genuine like this. He wanted to savor every gods-forsaken minute of it.

Your warm breath fanned across his neck as you spoke. Had he been able to, it would have sent a chill down his spine.

“I love you.”

His fingers curl into your waist, grounding himself into your body as your skin gives under his fingertips. In return, you squeeze him in your hold, solidifying even more that this is real. You are real.

“I love you, too, darling.”

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local-x-reader · 7 months

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Hello, how are you doing? Hopefully great.

If it's alright with you - and it's up to you to turn it down - Can i request platonic genshin impact HCs of Fem!reader?

Plot about Reader who if she had friends who's shorter then her or look younger, she immediately consider them her little siblings and try to take care/protect them because she's usually the oldest in her family and used to take care of others?

I have multiple characters to follow the same plot but if you only do a character per request then i want it to be Wanderer please and thank you!

I do infact do multiple characters~! So if you’d like to send in another ask with a few of the other characters, go right ahead Lovie! I picked Freminet as a little extra.

I can’t guarantee that either of them will be super in character since I’m still figuring them both out, and I’m not quite sure if this is what you meant as well!! I apologize if its not to your liking!

Being coddled. He hates it so much.

You seem to constantly be there. Scraped his knee? (Can he even scrape his knee? Wait hang on… Did not get an answer for that. I do not know: for the sake of it, yes.) You’re there, appearing out of seemingly nowhere, with a bandaid and a popsicle. Pushing it gently into his hands before putting the bandaid on.

He can’t even stop you, you just appear whenever he’s hurt.

The more annoying thing? That he’s finding himself to actually like the attention you give him, slowly getting less angry and oh man do your ears thank you, since he’s no longer yelling at you to leave him alone, he’s pouty but quiet, realizing he can’t stop you.

Now… the real issue is, when you start willingly throwing yourself into danger to protect him.

He’s fighting a few vermin, no major thing for him, swift bursts being thrown out until he’s knocked down, Mitachurl managing to take him by surprise, making you step in. All he can think is how stupid you are for doing such a thing! You don’t have a vision, Archons! He’s not even sure you even know how to wield a weapon!

He has to quickly push you away before you get yourself killed! A burst of anemo thrown at the Churl before it can actually harm you and your fragile body, although he’s not quite quick enough, leading to you getting a bit scuffed.

Its, for once, his turn to tend you…

“You idiot!” His voice is sharp, glare even sharper as you lie in the warmth of the bed, legs tucked beneath the cover while Wanderer rather roughly patches up your broken arm, glaring at your arm as if it has done great atrocities and broke on its own.

“Why did you do that?!” Wanderer hisses, his glare finally curving to meet your gaze, sharp as he gives a light squeeze to your arm, making you wince with pain as you falter to find words, mouth opening and closing as you look at him, before looking away, his tightened grip softening as he sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re an idiot, you don’t have a vision, I’m not even sure if you know how to use a weapon…. you could’ve gotten killed…” His voice, now softer, murmurs, quietly working to patch up the break, frowning as his glare softened slightly. He didn’t know why he found himself worried over you, why the thought of you dead bothered him so much. “Explain, explain your actions.”

“I… don’t know,” You shrugged, chest rising and falling with a soft sigh, eyes casting away, voice soft and filled will a small bit of fright… although he seemed to see right through that, his glare sharpening.

“Don’t. Lie. You know why, spit it out.”

“I just… don’t want to see you hurt…” You murmured, shrugging softly as you fiddled with your sleeve, looking away.

“Why?”

You remained quiet, lips locked shut. Gaze refusing to meet his, making him huff with annoyance, giving a tug to the bandages, making them tighten around your arm, sharply wincing before Wanderer gave a small move to untighten it, raising an eyebrow, “Why? I want answers.”

…

“I… I guess I view you as a little sibling…?”

That made Wanderer completely pause, confusion completely over taking his face as he attempted to register what you had just said meanwhile you refused to meet his gaze, looking down, grip tight on the blankets while he computed this strange new information he had received.

“You… view me as a little sibling?”

“Mhm… I don’t know… exactly why—“ Ep ep ep, that raised eyebrow. That stupid raised eyebrow and that look that said “you sure?” that stupid look you were so familiar with receiving from your siblings. “…Okay… maybe its ‘cause… ‘m the oldest in my family… ‘m supposed to care for my siblings… but they aren’t here… but… you just… remind me of them, remind me of my little siblings, even down to strange sibling communication looks…”

“Ah.”

…That was it?— You thought too soon, proceeding to get a light bonk on the head, a sharp glare from Wanderer, “Don’t do something dumb like that again, I can take care of myself just fine in battle!” He snapped, before his eyes softened slightly, looking away with an attempted “I don’t care” look, it made you smile, vaguely remembering that look from your little siblings. “Don’t do something dumb like that again, can’t aaalways be there to save my dumb sister.”

He isn’t sure… how to feel…

Freminet doesn’t tend to get himself into a lot of situations where he’s injured or in danger, the most danger he’s usually in is possibly drowning but he can breathe in the water, thanks to his vision. So really, the highest danger? Getting scraped by a rock, or ending up in a tight space… or attacked by one of the sea creatures— okay maybe there are more then a few things to be worried about…

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t value what you do… but he’s more worried its a waste when you put a little bandaid on his scrapes and scratches. They’ll come off… and the injuries don’t hurt too badly but you insist… and he can’t stop you, really…

He just quietly sits, patiently watching you patch him up, fidgeting with Pers while you apply cute bandaids to his arms, listening to your soft hums.

Now, he’s not usually one to get into fights… but for Pers safety? He’ll certainly try to defend the little clockwork penguin, his little companion managing to wander… straight… into a treasure hoarders camp…

He could’ve handled it fine on his own, he had a few moments where he faltered… and on one moment where he was convinced he was about to receive a shovel to his legs to knock him down? You came in, quick and taking a strong hit to your ankle, a small crack noise heard, making Freminet fight quicker as you fell to the ground, arms wrapping around Pers while Freminet fought.

Then, as swift as he could, he picked you and Pers up, running for it.

He was quiet, worry lacing his face as he quietly wrapped your ankle in a brace, frowning at it while you gently held his clockwork companion, watching it instead of Freminet. Oh he was trying to be so gentle, it was so clear with each movement, carefully wrapping it so it’d work but wouldn’t be too tight, worriedly looking at it for a moment, before his gaze landed on you.

“Why did you do that…?” His voice was soft, like gentle ocean waves, the worried look on his face gaining even more worry as he finished, able to look at you and Pers.

“I… the hoarder… was gonna hurt you…” You chirped, your voice matching his softness, the way he looked like a kicked puppy making you feel guilty, eyes focusing on Pers, the little penguins movements slowing as it settled down… “I couldn’t let you get hurt…”

“I would’ve been okay… I’ll heal…! You… really shouldn’t have taken that hit for me…” Freminet whispered again, voice wavering as he looked away, guilt lacing his own eyes. It was like someone yelling at a child for breaking into the candy jar, both of them looking guilty and refusing to meet any gazes but the floors.

“I’ll heal too.. I’ll be okay, Freminet… promise,” You murmured softly, still looking away.

The silence was deafening, the soft noises of Pers movements being the only noise in the silence… “Why… why did you… take the hit…?”

“I told you…—“

“I mean like… the actual reason… like why you’ve been talking care of me… every time I get hurt… is… you really shouldn’t be wasting so much for me… is there… some catch…?”

“Some catch..? No! No way! Never! There never be a catch for my little brothe—” You managed to catch yourself a little too late, wide eyes blinking at you from Freminet as Pers finally settled down on your lap while Freminet blinked at you several times, “What?”

….

“…There’d never be… a catch for my little brother…?” You gave such a nervous smile, while Freminet blinked even more, like a startled cat, trying to figure out if you had actually just said what escaped your lips, “Little… brother?”

“I’m… sorry if you’re not comfortable with that… I… I don’t know what causes me to view you as a little brother… maybe its just cause… I’m like… the oldest of my family… and you’re… I don’t know…” You chirped softly, folding the blanket a few times like a fan before letting it flop back into place, aware of Freminet’s wide eyes locked on you

“What???”

God the silence was back, louder then before, ironic saying it was silence but there was no noise, just soft inhales and exhales from the duo, not even the soft clicks of Pers.

“I just… feel inclined… to protect you… you… remind me of my siblings… in some ways… and… I don’t know… it makes me… just… want to protect you from harm… I guess…?”

“Oh…”

You decided not to carry on the conversation, shuffling carefully to lay down, putting Pers back on to the nightstand for Freminet to grab while you sidled back into bed, unaware of just how many emotions Freminet went through hearing that.

“Goodnight… uh… sister…?” He whispered softly, shuffling out the door and turning off the lights, leaving Pers under your protection, your eyes wide.

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intriq · 6 months

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As your forceful best friend I demand girldad!Bruce Wayne...?

Bringing an infant home after saving her

Raising her as his own

Being a good dad

- 🌻

your wish is my command [not me doing this while im sick. sooo not me. totally. absolutely, even. wdym i've told you im sick i'm not ur delusional /silly]

credit to cafekitsune for the divider!!

girldad!bruce who is a little lost on what to do at first. He's never cared for an actual baby before, so what's he meant to do?

girldad!bruce who eventually seeks Alfred out for advice. Maybe even browses online on what to do.

girldad!bruce who panics the first time the baby cries, because he's so lost! he doesn't know why she's crying. most of his kids were grown when he took them in, he's used to always being told what was up. with this tiny little lady he's got absolutely no clue.

girldad!bruce who felt like he was going to be prepared for everything this small infant could throw at him when he first saw her and decided to bring her home. he wants to think he's learned from his fuck-ups with his older kids, so surely he'll do better by her, right?

girldad!bruce who absolutely loses his mind any time she cries and nothing seems to soothe her. he wonders if he's already done something wrong, screwed up with yet another kid. where had he gone wrong this time, he wonders?

girldad!bruce who does everything in his power to make sure this kid is happy.

girldad!bruce who is relieved when he learns that the constant crying is from her teething. he's glad to learn it wasn't because of him. he's not very emotional, but he just nearly cries out of relief when alfred tells him about it.

girldad!bruce who tries just about every trick in the book to help soothe the pain she's feeling while she's teething. and when i say every trick, i mean every trick.

girldad!bruce who constantly stops to think to himself before he does anything. what will be the possible consequences of his actions? will his choices make her hate him in the future, in the long run? would it make her happy?

girldad!bruce who just wants to be a good dad. as good as he can be. he wants to do things right, even if just once in his life. he doesn't wanna fail this child who seems to small in comparison to him.

#dc universe #bruce wayne #bruce headcanons #bruce wayne headcanon #girldad!bruce wayne #batman #possibly ooc #possibly out of character #girldad!batman #good dad bruce wayne

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enigma-imagines · 1 year

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Just a sweet wholesome art of these two (or rather three) because why not. Witch’s heart is a great game and I honestly love it. Expect more art of it from me in the future!!

Oh! And also, I thought I’d try my hand a lil but of writing, so please enjoy. Apologies if it’s OOC in any way.

“I’ll keep you company while you study!” Claire had said with a bright smile. It was a sweet offer, and while he’d said she would probably find it boring, she still tagged along. He had to give her that.

However, he was only a bit surprised when he felt a weight fall on his shoulder. A head of blue hair ruffled against turquoise fabric. Ashe paused at the soft smile on her face. The similarities just continued to rear their heads. That soft smile brought back far too many memories.

Thinking harder as he tore himself away from the textbook, he realized something.

“Let me keep you company while you read!” Lilia would huff, even as Ashe told her she’d be bored.

It wasn’t exact. No, that would be too much of a coincidence. He frowned for just a second. Tears pushed at his eyes, a long intake of air all it took to clear them. He looked back down at Claire, her face still stuck in a soft smile.

If he scooted just the tiniest inch closer to her, none would be there to see. None but that with golden eyes like his own. She would smile at the two.

He’d found a new family of sorts, she thought. And maybe he would be alright.

Yes. The soul was sure of it. Especially if it meant she would get a sister!

Ashe could swear, for a moment, that he heard a giggle float past his ears. A breeze tickled his face. He shook his head fondly. Just his imagination, Ashe turned back to his book. Claire’s soft snores brought a smile to his face as he turned to a page about blood cells.

She really did make for good company.

#witch’s heart #ashe bradley #claire elford #lilia bradley #witch’s heart writing #I wanted to do something sweet #and I love them #DO NOT TAG AS SHIP #not ship #possibly ooc #I don’t know

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steveisagay · 2 years

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Jonathan Byers x Trans Male!reader

"So, what's with the pictures?"

Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: breach of privacy, reader is implied to be pervy, Jonathan taking noncon photos, cliff hanger, implied smut but not part of it, I have no idea how in character this is, not proof read

You and Jonathan had one same interest, photography. You weren't 100% sure why he had taken up photography, but he was your friend and that's all that mattered.

"I'll grab us some snacks." He finally said, breaking the silence, you did a slight hum and got back to snaping various pictures of your surroundings. As his footsteps grew quiet you turned around, taking a photo of him as well. But observing the nature around you quickly grew less fascinating than before, so you started eyeing his box of photos he said was "inspiration". You set down your camera next to where Jonathan put his, slowly opening the box. Whenever you asked about it he said it was private, you'd respected his privacy long enough. Plus, why would he bring it out if you weren't aloud to see? Although what you saw inside surprised you to say the least. By inspiration most people would think family or friends, but no. What you found were various pictures of you, in boxers, at school, one even in the nude. That last one was almost pornographic...

"All I could find were these chips-"

"So, what's with the pictures?" He was practically stunned by that questions, empty excuses failing to fall past his lips. "I'm not mad J, just a little surprised. Especially considering that fact that I never thought you felt that way back..." You assured with a small surly chuckle.

"Y-you like me?" He asked, blinking several times.

"Like you? I've been infatuated, I've just always tried to keep you at arms length." You slowly moved to take his hand, "Your mom home?"

"No-"

"Perfect," you grabbed your cameras in your other hand, "Ditch the chips. You, me, your room."

"I, Ok." He replied without hesitation or objection. You practically sprinted inside, Jonathan tossing the chips on the counter, and the both of you heading to his room.

So I really wanted to add more, but I also really wanted to give you guys a post. If someone requests a part two I'll write it of course but I'm not sure I'll write it without it being requested.

#jonathan stranger things #stranger things #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #possibly ooc #jonathan byers x male reader #jonathan byers x trans reader #jonathan byers x trans male reader #trans

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chemicalkatz · 7 months

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Good Morning

An Astarion x Male OC fic

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Warnings: None- Just pure fluff

Extra: This is NOT an x reader fic, this is Astarion x MY Tav- this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr so crtisism on my writing or advice on using this app would help

PS: I made this before I found out DnD vampires canonically don’t breathe- feel free to share more interesting facts about DnD to me ToT

This isn’t beta read/edited

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There’s an eerie shimmer casted onto the beach from the stars above. It’s a peaceful sight, captivating Briar from where he sits in his bedroll.

Sleep was out of reach; instead he opted to admire the intricate design of the sky.

He can’t help but think of the journey he and his companions have endured so far. From their far from perfect beginning to the still undetermined end.

Briar’s thoughts are soon disrupted by arms wrapping soundly against his torso and the warm breathe against the skin of his neck.

Of course it was just Astarion- who else would be able to get behind him without making a sound? Briar doesn’t move but welcomes the touch as Astarion presses his nose against the nape of his neck.

“You smell like rust and roses, my dear.” His voice sounds overly sweet like honey. Like usual.

He simply hums in response as he allows himself to fall back and into the comfort of Astarion’s embrace. The silence stretches on until Astarion lets out a dramatic sigh.

“What’s up with you?” He tilts his head back, trying to get a good look at Astarion’s face but just being met with his chin.

“Oh nothing I’m sure you’d find it quite a silly thing- but if you insist on knowing..” He pauses for a moment and his grip around Briar’s torso seemed to loosen slightly.

“I was thinking why not spice up our cuddling a bit? I mean- you are a druid. But of course it’s just a little suggestion.”

He looks down at Briar expectantly, and while he reassures that it’s only a suggestion something in his eyes says it’s more of a request. Briar shrugs- not seeing any issue with switching things up. As Astarion adjusted to a genuine relationship they had explored a few things outside of lust and bedroom eyes. Cuddling, holding hands, and small pecks- all normal couple behavior that the vampire soon grew addicted to.

“Do you want a snuggly cat or a literal cuddle bear?” He leans further back until his ebony hair brushes against Astarion’s chin.

“Surprise me! You know I’m content with anything if it’s you, darling. Though… I wouldn’t suggest a spider.” He laughs, the thought of cuddling a fleshy spider both a little entertaining and frightening to imagine.

Briar considers for a moment before the glow of magic appears just below them, the symbols shifting until the glow finally disappears. Now Astarion found himself holding nothing- his arms grasping air as he looks for his companion.

There in his lap lay a small feline, looking up at him with expectant eyes as it tries to get comfortable. A small smile appears on his face as he rests his hand against the soft fur, feeling as Briar leaned into his touch.

After watching him with a doting look, Astarion brings his hand from the top of Briar’s head to his flank- repeating the process in a comfortable silence.

Briar didn’t notice how much time had passed. How the stars were slowly fading and the sun peeking it’s head in the far horizon. But right now that didn’t matter, all he could focus on was Astarion’s gentle caress against his fur until he couldn’t focus anymore. As his eyes grew heavy lidded he could barely make out muffled words that fell from his lovers lips.

“Good morning, my dear.”

#astarion #baldurs gate oc #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x male tav #x male oc #x oc #spoiler free #fluff #possibly ooc

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soulless-angel25 · 16 days

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Ghost's Soft April, Day 15 Prompt- Fireplace @ghostsfanficevents

[Vivaldi may be slightly OOC since I don't have a great grasp on her character rn]

Vivaldi had summoned Alice to her rooms, and however hesitant she might be Alice knew better then to ignore The Queen's demands, lest heads start rolling. But still, she did not expect to end up... entangled with Vivaldi.

And by 'entangled' she means the fact that Vivaldi was wrapped around her, and had managed to wrap Alice's body around her. It was also stupidly relaxing, especially with the fireplace blazing just a few feet away.

Alice's head rested against Vivaldi's chest, the other woman having already drifted off. Which would logically mean that it'd be the perfect time to escape, but... Alice felt quite comfortable like this and she could feel sleep tugging at the edges of her brain.

The warmth, the feeling of Vivaldi's body against hers... Alice drifted off to sleep.

#ghosts soft april #ghosts soft april 2024 #alice in the country of hearts #alice liddell #vivaldi dupre #possibly ooc #alice in the country of hearts vivaldi

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just-an-enby-lemon · 3 months

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The main cast of my Two Watchers AU, presenting:

● Elias Bouchard ●

- Head of the Bouchard Institute of Paranormal Studies

- Choose a Lonely Marked guy no one remembered the name of to be his "sucessor" so he could finally keep his original name when body hoping. Not realizing the nepotism acusation.

- Has morals and tries to avoid murder but is still an avatar so still does it.

- Major Eye Avatar through a series of unlikely coincidences, bad choices, bad friends and complicated shennanigans.

- 200 years of this and he still has no clue what he is doing but he thinks is somewhat working? Maybe??

- Smokes A LOT of weed.

- Has a weird thing going on with Peter Lukas (toxic love triangle where at least two of the three people involved hate it).

- Has a massive crush on soft boy Michael Shelley.

- Is trying to launch merch for the Institute for extra money.

- Has multiple failed tentarives of murdering both Jonah and Gertrude (for different reasons).

●Jonah Magnus●

- New employee of the Bouchard Institute of Paranormal Studies

- Only in his late tweenties. But has a very vintage fashion sense (plus eye jewerly at least partialy influenciated by Annabelle)

- The Eye new chosen Watcher (to Elias dispair)

- Had a traumatic enconteer with the End once.

- Never talks about his past but got into supernatural circles young (killed some people) and knows a lot of other avatars. It's friends with Annabelle Cane, or as much as both of them can even call someone a friend.

- Is a very competent avatar and manipulator.

- Elias' assistant (the one that does the actual work)

- Wants to find out how to make a sucessfull Watcher Crown and end the world.

- Has a thing with Peter Lukas (is the one that is enjoying the love triangle).

- When not plotting and being evil he can be found making random spreadsheets with Jon, sleeping around (mostly with donors) or using his powers to steal other people's birthday cakes.

• Gertrude Robinson•

- Comptent queen

- Cold ass bitch

- Ending rituals one explosion at a time.

- Doesn't even consider Elias assassination attempts as a real threat. Does consider Jonah as a threat tho.

- Sacrificed Emma to the Spiral instead (because she discovered Emma true intencions earlier).

- Has some complicated romantic tension with Agnes Montaugue.

● Michael Shelley ●

- Oblivous ray of sunshine

- Oldest of the Archival Assistants

- Thinks he is responsable for the younger assistants and tries his best to take care of them.

- He and Martin had at least one tea making competition.

- Likes Elias but is shy.

- Works with a literal ghost and still just doesn't see the paranormal.

• Sasha James •

- Was called in to replace Emma.

- Besties with Tim and in good terms with Jon.

- It was only her and Michael under there for a bit (and the Delanos but Eric is a ghost and Gerry DOESN'T WORK THERE).

- Gertrude wants her to be the new Archivist.

- Is noisy because she is too curious not to, but tries to use the knowledge for good.

- Believes everyone wears a bit of a mask and it's fine with that.

- Is protective over Michael.

- Requesting Jon and Tim as research support (not really part of the archives but the research team that actually does the follow ups) was her idea after she and Michael had to deal with the chaos that is Halloween in the Archives by themselfs.

● Tim Stoker ●

- Sexy and he knows it.

- Besties with Sasha.

- Works with Jon on research. They are research budies.

- Sasha helped him during the year for extra help on the Halloween influx of fake statement givers mess.

- When Elias decided to turn the extra help into "actually archive work is not researching stuff so having some researchers specifically of the archives makes sense here's a bonus" he accepted it for Sasha's sake but thinks it will help him with Danny.

- Don't let the not really archive tittle get you, he is bound to there.

- Tries to make Jon chill from time to time.

- Calls Elias 'Double Boss' , Gertrude 'Boss' and Jonah 'Boss Jr.', convinced Jon and Michael on calling Sasha 'Future Boss' with him.

- Dresses even wilder because while it deeply annoys Jonah not only Elias has no dress code but Elias always dresses with different punny weed t-shirts (and sometimes punny Eye t-shirts). Gets wose when he discovers it annoys Jonnah.

- Does not like Jonnah from the start.

●Jonnathan Sims●

- Early twenties, baby researcher Jon.

- Recently started walking with Tim and Sasha and is still on the 'holy shit friends' phase.

- Jonah is obcessed with him and it creeps him out soo much.

- OG Elias is exploring him but instead of the original "planning to use him to End the Wolrd", Elias just is a bad boss and is super keen in how much of a workaholic Jon is.

- The weird new tittle was made to go around Gertrude's refusal in hiring new assistants but also was because Elias knew if he did that Jon would work in both places. Jon does. He has two jobs but is only payed for one. Tim is pissed over it.

- Secretly just wants to play DnD.

- Since the Eye was displeased with both it's Archivist and Watcher (until Jonah came along) and Jon started going into the Archives earlier he is already starting to became the Eye specialest lil boy. But it's still way too early for anyone to notice.

- No one understands how come he and Gerry (rebel who doesn't even work here) became friends so easilly but they are cool.

- Isn't mean to Martin because he doesn't have the same reasons so he is just akward with Martin. While annoyed he at least does help Martin with how to do things right this time (as his insecurity over not fitting is canonically the reason he was mean to Martin and he was shocked Martin faked his resume I'm a fiirm beliver paranoia man S1 Jon thought Martin did a bad job on purpose because Martin knew Jon had no clue what he was doing). He is a bit mean to Michael first, because while he gets the whole listening to authority (specially sterm old ladys that scream with you and ignore you), the affection and "must protect Gertrude and my juniors' freaks him out at first.

●Martin Blackwood●

- Elias third favourite employee (first is Rose because he rly rly needs a PA, second is Jon because he can always persuade Jon to make any extra work necessary) because he finds the whole lying on the CV thing hilarious. Elias always smilles at Martin as if they are sharing a joke and is nicer to him than to most. Martin is confused by it.

- Was transfered to the Archives by Jonnah that used his place as personal assistant to saciate his curiosity (and maybe bet with Peter later over the guy).

- Has a crush on Jon, specially after Jon starts to begrundgly help him out.

- Tim likes him very fast.

- Had a dispute over who was the best tea maker with Michael and won.

- Is unconfortable with Michael at first because HE is the one that takes care of people. His coworkers should not be taking care of him and even less ofering him biscuits. Later they start to combo their methods and it gets easier.

- People compare him to Michael, but Martin has bite and knife skills. You'll NOT want to deal with an angry Martin. (He can also be VERY passive-agressive).

- Writes poetry at work.

●Gerard Keay Delano●

- Got Eric page at age 8 and runned from Mary at 13 getting by with the help of the ghost of his dad. Later found a way to take Eric from the book but since was via an artifact Eric's ghost is still around.

- Against Eric's advices decided to help Gertrude but refuses to get hired

- No matter how much Elias tries Gerard does NOT WORK AT THE INSTITUTE. Jonah tried to kick him out once but gave up.

- Basically a third assistant, Sasha and him mostly do the dangerous stuff to protect Michael. They also agreed to keep him in the dark for his sake.

- Thanks to having a bigger support group than Gertrude he discovered his cancer at an early stage and was abble to get treatment.

- Sasha and Jon tried to help him dye his hair better but he still sucks at it.

- He and Jon are friends and no one gets how people that are so different can work so well together and bond the way they did

- It's very criptic and mysterious, Gertrude finds it funny, Sasha thinks it's a bit annoying, Michael and Eric think is cute and Jon thinks is the coolest thing ever. Jon is just very hyped about Gerry in his own Jon way.

- Aro boy. Made out with Tim at an office party.

- Might have made out with Jonah (as a replacement for Albretch) but I'm not sure yet

•Eric Delano•

- Is a ghost

- Connected to the end

- Tried to guide Oliver into avatardoon

- He could accept death still but he hangs on for Gerry's sake

- Really loves his child and wished he could've been a better dad

- Obviously has a massive relationship trauma

- Lots of dad jokes

- Knows a lot about the supernatural

- Fights with Gertrude over how she treats the assistants, it's the only person Gertrude actually listens for out of mutual respct.

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives au #possibly ooc

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mad2001-4 · 1 year

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SOFT!FATHER!JONATHAN CRANE & SON!OC (Platonic)

|Pre-warning (as the title shows) Jonathan's probably a little ooc. Don't like it, don't read it. As simple as that. If you do go through with reading it, I do hope you enjoy! Also Happy Halloween!|

It had taken much longer than he expected, but Dedric Crane was finally home. He released a breath as soon as he entered through the door, needlessly peeking in cautiously, mind determined to find one person. Shakily, he called out, "D-dad?" as if by his beck and call, it didn't take Jonathan long to appear from the kitchen.

He was surprised a few good moments before moving forward immediately hugging his son to his chest, "Thank goodness," he mumbled, "my darling boy, you're finally home."

Home. The mere word overwhelmed Dedric with nothing short of gratefulness, before he could stop himself, let alone process his actions, Dedric stooped to his knees, clinging tightly to Jonathan's top as soft cries started to leave him, as though he was no older than 5-years-old. It took a few moments before Dedric could get enough of a grip to pitifully whimper out, just like the little boy he was acting like, "D-daddy.... da-daddy..!"

The great master of fear felt his heart shatter in an instant, soothingly raking his fingers up and down Dedric's back and through the hair he certainly got from him, "Shh... shhhh baby boy. I know. I know little one," he murmured, "I know, you're home. Home and safe. Back in daddy's arms."

Another, but louder, wail left Dedric's pathetically quivering body, trying to nuzzle closer to Jonathan, as close as he could possibly get. Jonathan simply continued the soothing actions until Dedric's cries either ceased completely or had become silent. Either way, Jonathan gently tucked a finger under his son's chin, bracing himself for a full look at what Arkham had done to his boy.

It wasn't a nice place, that was for sure. It wasn't a place for a child, and while his son was 17-years-old now, Jonathan could convince himself that Dedric was still simply a little boy. The same little boy he'd had to stay awake countless nights trying to bottle feed. The same little boy he'd had to allow to sleep in his bed many nights after frightening dreams prevented him from sleeping alone. The same little boy he'd taught to read, to count, to spell, everything. Dedric was still that same little boy in his mind.

"Here, here darling boy. Let me get a good look at you," he whispered gently finally tipping his head up tenderly, revealing a few stray tears still tracking down his cheeks, a fading black eye was present, but that thankfully seemed all, for granted, the bawling Dedric had done turned his face an impressive dulled red which would've hidden any reddened injuries on his face. Nonetheless, it still sent a righteous feeling of anger throughout his entire body. Jonathan cupped one of Dedric's cheeks letting his slender fingers simultaneously wipe the tear track and nearly brush the light bruised area.

"Oh my boy," he murmured gently, "my poor boy. Look at what they did to you. Don't you worry your sweet little head about it. They'll pay for it deeply..."

Dedric sniffled going to shake his head only stopping at Jonathan pressing a brief kiss to his forehead, an action the teenager easily suspected was at least partly to prevent him from protesting, silent or otherwise. Regardless, even if physically unable to express himself, Dedric persisted with it verbally, "Th-that was a while back anyways. Doesn't matter. The worst part was being without you," his lip threatened to start trembling again at the simple thought, "i-it was awful without you, daddy. I-I felt so lost a-and so, so scared..." he hiccupped softly, "never. Never again. I-I never ever want to go through that a-again!"

Jonathan soothingly started to shush him again before another round of crying could start up, "Sh... shhh... shhhhhh.... there there. It's ok now. It's alright. No need for more tears, little boy," he murmured letting himself cup his other cheek as well, "my little Rickie is home safe now. That's the most important part. I'll worry about the miscreants at Arkham later. Right now, lets get you comfortable. Yes?"

Dedric hiccupped again but nodded all the same. Jonathan helped Dedric up off his knees, regretting his boy was now too big for him to be carrying around, but he certainly wasn't big enough for Jonathan to let him lean against him which he gladly did, holding his son close to his side as they made their way to his son's room. Dedric eased further against his father at the sight of the familiar room. Jonathan first guided him to his bed, letting the teen sit down, as he went to the drawers next to get him in pajamas he caught from his peripheral vision Dedric grabbing his favorite stuffed giraffe that still laid on his bed with him. Yes, he really was still a little boy. Dedric hugged the soft toy to his chest as tightly as he could considering how much smaller it was compared to his long arms. A baby's toy, perhaps, but Dedric couldn't bare to get rid of it.

Jonathan set the more comfortable clothing next to his son on the bed. Dedric reluctantly sat the stuffed animal aside knowing, for his age, it'd be inappropriate to want to be changed like a toddler, even if there was a nagging in the back of his mind reminding him that it was exactly what he wanted. He made sure to make quick work of changing his clothes, wanting to be near Jonathan once more. He stood up with his toy as soon as he was done, leaving the awful Arkham uniform and stolen clothes placed over top of it scattered on the floor, rushing back over to his father.

Before Dedric could lean in once more Jonathan pointed to the discarded clothes, "We don't leave messes, little boy. Go clean those up."

Dedric almost felt his lip wanting to quiver but he did quickly obey, anything to be back and secure. He gathered the clothes, dropping them off in the hamper. He didn't hear Jonathan behind him until he spoke, "There's no need to rush, little one. I'm still right here," the initial surprise of hearing Jonathan's voice easily eased as he relaxed against his father instead, right back in the position he'd been in to make it to his room.

"Just wanna be near you," he whimpered in a mumble.

"I know... I know my dear boy. You have me now, and I know exactly what a little boy like you needs," he murmured guiding Dedric to his own room and to a rocking chair in the corner by his bed. The chair had seen better days, Jonathan had it since he settled in Gotham. Then when Dedric was born it became the main place he'd be when needing to soothe his tiny bundle, during feedings, during fussy nights, during nightmares, it was the exact spot. Jonathan heaved himself down into the seat and held his arms out. Dedric wasted no time clumsily, and a bit awkwardly seeing as he was much bigger than when he was an infant, crawled into Jonathan's lap. The father wrapped his arms around his son, starting a soothing rocking motion, easing at the tight grasp Dedric had.

"Daddy...?"

"Hm?"

"A- will you tell me a story... like you used to?"

Jonathan felt a smile pull at his mouth at further making the experience familiar, "The first night I brought you home was a disaster.... but the best disaster I ever faced... you see...."

#sfw #dc next gen oc #dc oc #dedric crane #jonathan crane #father and son #possibly ooc jonathan #possibly ooc #soft jonathan crane #father jonathan crane #son oc #batman oc #one shot #platonic #please be nice

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nova-rpv · 3 months

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im feeling like shit, have sanrionadow

if someone knows the person who made these designs, please comment/reblog w their socials please thank u

#like when you feel like garbage so you draw your otp in the most ooc situation possible #sanrio #my melody #kuromy #sth #sonic fanart #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #nov.aart

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chrliekclly · 9 months

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ummm first time becoming self conscious about the way you act with your best friend because of some middle school bullies :)

#iasip #always sunny #charmac #charlie kelly #mac mcdonald #fanart #mine #i watched ‘close’ nd had some pain #but yeah ofc my brain was like 'i can make that charmac' h8 myslf #mac macdonald #im not good @ dialogue it feel ooc to me but iv ben like staring @ this for days i just need to post it #for th record i dont think mac wd giv a shit abt wat bullies think of him. bt he'd still get n his own head abt it #like hed nevr thought of their relationship tht way b4 #nd th possibility alone scares him #1k

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ash-and-starlight · 3 months

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modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

#id in alt text #yea this was inspired by That watermelon smashing vid #if u don’t know what i’m talking about you’re living a more peaceful life than i am #at first I was like hm maybe this is a bit too ooc for ouyang #then I remembered the 'doEs GeNerAL Xu pLAY thE FLuTE???' and I was like nah ok it checks out #no filter & accidentally revealing how much of a gayass he is is how he rolls #also rip Ma she's just trying to hang out with her boygf and that hideous Pest that Wretched Thang that useless twink #just manifests wherever zhu is and ruins the mood #she deserves to hatecrime him as much as possible #also I don't think esen is 100% aware he's posting blatant thirst traps. his insta is mostly pics of his horses and his beautiful eagle #then one vid of him doing mounted archery that breaks the internet for 3 weeks #rinse and repeat #also yeah wang's special skill is starting shit in the comments section #he would absolutely thrive in the toxic waste that is social media fights #ty for reading this far. more unhinged takes at 5 #esen-temur #zhu yuanzhang #ma xiuying #general ouyang #the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world #my art

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pigeonpeach · 4 months

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More Arlecchino Husbandry!

Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)

summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus

To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.

As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.

Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.

In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.

These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.

Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.

As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.

Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.

Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.

When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.

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