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frracturedjaw · 1 year

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Good day/night, author!

I love the details you put in your writing, those tiny details make me foldd

I wanted to request something cause I love your writing, and I wanted to see how you'd write this prompt <3

Slashers with a fem! s/o who sends them suggestive pictures of themselves (referring to the s/o). Could be sliding polaroids under their door/ leaving polaroids for them to see, sending them virtually, etc etc.

Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night, and Happy Holidays!

warnings(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts, reference to female anatomy, blood (only with asa)

a/n: thank god, finally an excuse to be thirsty,, also tysm for the very kind words!! it means a lot to hear from yall :) some of these go further than others, so just drop an ask if you want any of them expanded on.

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

thomas hewitt

* it’s risky business trying to get him the photos without somebody else getting to them first, so you stick them right in the pocket of his apron.

* almost the whole day goes by without so much as a glance from him. he doesn’t check his pockets until the day’s work is finished. but when he does…

* he almost shouts. it catches him entirely off guard. not that he hasn’t thought of you that way, but… taking stuff out of the bedroom is new to him. he’s checking over his shoulders even though nobody really comes into the basement but him.

* he likes it though. he’s a possessive guy. hoyt is always giving him shit, saying he’ll give you what Tommy’s too frigid to provide. this makes his chest thunder.

* you can tell he’s checked the pocket when he next enters the room. his eyes are dark from how huge his pupils have gotten.

* “like them?” you ask allusively, a grin tugging at your features. if you listen close, you can hear the click of the door locking before he’s upon you.

* despite his size, he works smoothly. you’ve reassured him enough by now that he’s confident around you. especially when you’ve shown him vulnerability like that, he can certainly return the favor.

* his shirt and belt go on the floor, and your fingers slide across his scalp when he lays forward between your legs.

* it’s become sort of a ritual for the both of you. he undresses both of you, but you get to take off the mask.

* even in the dimness of the room, you can imagine his blush easily. his cheeks are radiant with heat.

* although he’s usually all about taking his sweet time, this go around, he takes you like a starving man.

* he can’t even be bothered to take your clothes off all the way. two thick fingers, quickly dipped into his mouth, slip past your panties and right into your pussy. his other hand presses you down at the waist, steadying your body against his.

* his hand is large and calloused and scarred, but it works so deftly on your body. in any other case he’d feel guilty for being so greedy, but he needs you too badly right now.

* one heavy hand on your breast, he sucks dark, tender marks into your inner thigh while the pads of his fingers skim teasingly against that one spot that makes your legs go rigid.

* he does that until you’re half sobbing, chest bouncing with each choked breath. he doesn’t tease you like this often, either — he prefers indulging you — but the way you sound crying his name makes him hard as steel.

* “tommy… Tommy, please…” it’s only him that makes you breathy and rushed like this, and he knows it. he relishes in it.

* but he doesn’t keep you waiting forever, don’t worry.

brahms heelshire

* bold of you to assume he doesn’t already have a collection of pictures of you in his attic hideout.

* he might have shown you a few before, just to tease you. there’s a few of you getting dressed/undressed, one or two of you asleep without a top on, and a particularly blurry one that appears to be you with your hand between your legs…

* but he’s absolutely not complaining that you’re contributing. he’s overjoyed, in fact. he takes a particular interest in perverted stuff like this

* he doesn’t spend a ton of time up in the attic since you got together with him, but when he pops up to get something, he notices the addition almost immediately (living in one room for over a decade will do that to you).

* it’s taken in the master bathroom, one of the only rooms he doesn’t have much surveillance on. the tiled walls make it nearly impossible to poke a hole in without taking chunks out that get noticed and repaired immediately.

* he can see a big claw foot tub and a nice wide sink, and one wall with a floor length mirror nearly the size of a door.

* most importantly, is you. naked as dawn, with one leg stretched up on the mirror, and one hand between your legs, revealing your perfect cunt.

* of course, he pulls his dick out immediately. he doesn’t even bother shutting the door to the attic room. just drops to his knees and starts stroking.

* brahms is breathing hard under the mask, barely blinking as he gazes at your glistening pussy and slides one hand up and down his cock, thrusting into his fist.

* he’s loud, too. by the time he’s finished, no matter where you are in the manor, you definitely know. you can’t help but admit, you’re starting to get the appeal in listening to someone else moan your name.

* you’d better get up to the bedroom, though, since he’s ready for a round two with the real thing now.

billy lenz

* similar deal as above, he’s already got some of his own. his selection is much more lewd, though. he’s a little more dedicated to seeing your private moments than Brahms.

* and he’s definitely whipped them out for you, before, too, so you know where he keeps them.

* you’d set the camera on a timer and gotten to work with your favorite toy. in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to choose a favorite, so you picked a few.

* the first is from behind, and shows the perfect ‘pretty stretch’ he always talks so much about.

* the next is up closer, two of your fingers stringing a trail of lube away from your pussy; you’re confident he’ll like this one.

* the last is of your face, and probably your favorite. tears are hanging from your eyelashes and glittering in the flash, the toy pressed firmly into your mouth. drool dribbles from the corner of your lips and slides deliciously down your chest. you’ve written ‘piggy’ and a heart on the edge of the photo in pink pen.

* the pictures stand out, piled in a neat stack on top of the messy stash in his drawer.

* (there’s also a suspiciously stained pair of your panties in the drawer. you’d been looking for them for ages. you take them back and drop them in the laundry.)

* and just like brahms, you know the moment he finds them. although, he doesn’t bother to even try taking care of his erection by himself. he goes right to you.

* “i’msofuckin’LOVEYOU, sweet-t-t pigGY! sosweetsogoodfor billy, billy l-lovesyouSOmuch, good-d girl, soOOO fuckin’goodforbilly—” his mouth is going a mile a minute up until you kiss him. he can’t help but giggle into it, hands all over you, grabbing, squeezing, pinching. he doesn’t even seem to notice that he’s grinding his dick against your hip.

* “—mh, please, pl-l-lease,” he breaks away from you, gripping your arms hard and blushing even harder.

* “use your words, billy.” you smirk, pressing against him. you can feel him throbbing.

* “nngh,” he whines, but does so anyways. “s-suckmeOFF! ple-ease, please…” he can hardly get the words out, he’s so excited. he throws his head back, giggling, only to smash his mouth against yours again.

* you have to pull his fly down and grip his dick hard to get him to pull away again. his speech devolves into mindless whining and giggling as you drop to your knees.

* he’s not awfully thick, but he is long. it takes a good minute of him thrusting into your throat and you jerking away from him, gagging, before you can get him all the way down.

* you know exactly which buttons to press — he doesn’t waste time making you guess.

* he likes it when you press your nose against his belly and swallow, feeling your throat constrict around him.

* he likes it when you maintain eye contact and flutter your eyelashes at him when he says something you like.

* he especially likes it when you drop your tits out and squeeze them. so much so, in fact, that he finishes down your throat without warning.

* it sends you coughing, but he holds you down until he’s finished, keening and chattering praise in your name.

* when you finally lean back, you’re a mess. you’re teary-eyed, chin and neck coated in slobber.

* he’s still twitching and pulsing even though he’s already gone soft.

* better clean up before he gets any more ideas…

billy loomis + stu macher

* they’ve both had wet dreams about this kind of thing. they’ve probably floated the idea to you once or twice and received coy-but-promising responses.

* they both have phones, but they’re both also suckers for physical media; see also their extensive vhs and disk collections.

* Billy finds them first, and immediately drags stu into the bedroom to look.

* stu’s giggling like a schoolgirl as if you didn’t take them yourself. he sobers up when billy points out that you’ve written their initials on your inner thighs in what seems to be sharpie.

* depending on if you’re home or not, they might just jerk off then and there. they’re impatient like that.

* if you are home, however, they slide up next to you on the couch with these shit-eating grins on their faces.

* “didn’t know you had a side gig doing mags.” billy teases.

* “now i can tell everyone i’m dating a pornstar.” stu snickers.

* “except tatum.” you remind him, which only makes him laugh more.

* “c’mon, sweet cheeks,” billy leans you over into stu’s lap, skimming his fingers under your shirt. “give us a private dance.”

asa emory

* the camera had been a gift from him. you can’t be sure if he bought it or stole it off a body, but you’re grateful nonetheless. (who knows what would happen if you weren’t)

* usually you only take photos of things around the hotel. his exhibits, interesting bugs you found crawling around, maybe a shot or two of the sky through a window. he always takes the pictures away. you’re confident he keeps them all somewhere. a small part of you hopes the somewhere is his home.

* at one point — after a particularly long night with your fingers inside yourself, wishing they were his — you decide to take photos of something else. the lighting is dismal and you don’t have anything terribly flattering to wear, but you make it work.

* you’re rather pleased with what you end up with. some five or so photos of you on your knees, eyes wide and doe-like, gazing up as if looking to a master.

* you decide to leave them out for him to find.

* when you next hear the door unbolt, your heart leaps into your chest. you hold statue-still as he locks it behind him, glances around the room, sees the photos. you see something in his expression change as he leafs through them. it’s impossible to read his expression with the mask on, but you’d like to imagine it’s admiration. maybe disgust. maybe want. maybe all of it.

* he sets the photos down where he found them and crosses the room towards you. he’s entirely unhurried. doubt writhes in your gut. your eyes dart to his belt, the knife hooked into it.

* you twitch when he grips your jaw and tilts your head back to look at the ceiling, but don’t flinch away.

* he leans close. you don’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t ever get this close. you’re sure he can hear your blood thumping in your veins. heat and pressure rise in your skull.

* he breathes in deeply. his lips part. his teeth scrape lightly against the skin of your jugular — you didn’t think he would be able to, with the mask on — then press in. his jaw eases down on the soft flesh of your throat slowly, all the way until you feel his teeth grind against something solid. you think you might be suffocating. you think he might break your trachea.

* a strangled cry slips out of you. you tense even tighter, ready for him to do it.

* instead, he releases with a self-satisfied hum. it might be closer to a growl. you aren’t sure, being preoccupied with the blood rising in the little ring of indentations where his teeth split your skin.

* it stings when he sucks the blood from the wound, but the pain startles you less than his body appearing atop yours. he’s gripping your arms hard like you might try to run. instead, you find yourself clinging to him, legs hooking around his hips; which earns you a chuckle that sounds nearly genuine.

* he’s coaxing out weak sobs and tears for so long, you begin to wonder if he intends to do anything else. slowly, though, he’s bunching up your clothes and peeling away layers. he alternates between biting and lavishing attention on your skin, splitting and bruising the skin with his incisors before smoothing his cool hands across each plane and curve of your body to disperse the sharp pain.

* when he reaches for your panties, your fear spikes again. the sensation of his teeth skimming over the tender flesh of your inner thighs makes you tense up. the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

* he curls his arms around your thighs, not breaking eye contact. you inhale sharply when he captures your clit between his teeth. he hasn’t even bitten down, and yet your body’s already prickling in expectation.

* then his tongue slithers out. it takes every ounce of your self control not to lock your legs around his head. you can feel the hot, wet muscle pressing against your hole. your insides burn with lust as he pushes it inside you, tasting you. it drags inside you, writhing and contorting deliciously.

* each reaction earns you an approving hum. to you, it’s praise. to him, it’s positive reinforcement. habit building. another exercise to shape you.

* he wouldn’t admit it, but he craves you the same way. his love is grotesque and cruel, but something about him enjoys pleasuring you, too.

jesse cromeans

* cute, that you think he doesn’t already have his own series of homemade pornos featuring you and him.

* he’d never refuse submissions, though. he has a secret fondness for watching the security footage of his penthouse from when you’re alone in the bedroom, anyways.

* you’ll have left them on his pillow, the glove box in his car, maybe even at his work desk. you’re not worried about anyone else seeing them, since if they did, they’d have a day to live, maybe two, tops.

* he’ll tuck them into his wallet for later and go about his business, maybe send you a sly text, something along the lines of what you should be wearing when he gets home.

* you’re checking your hair and kicking your legs when his car pulls in. you’re up against the window, waving and looking down at him as he gets out. when he looks up at you, you receive only a signed ‘naughty’ in greeting.

* he takes his time at the front door, tucking his shoes into the closet and hanging his coat as if you’re not wearing his favorite pair of silvery-gray lingerie, kneeled right in front of him.

* “my knees are going to bruise at this rate, you know.” you admonish, and the look you receive could turn you to stone.

* “good.”

* “guess i’ve learned my lesson: never sending nudes to you again,” you say playfully. that’s all it takes for him to yank you off the ground and press you against the wall.

* you hook your legs around his hips on instinct and can immediately feel his hard cock through his slacks.

* it takes a moment for him to relocate his tie from his neck to your eyes, but it’s worth it when you hear the mask clatter to the floor.

* “is this a punishment, or a treat?” you wonder aloud, grinding yourself against his crotch as he slides off your panties. his teeth sink into your shoulder at the same moment his fingers find your clit. both, you decide.

bo sinclair

* he is definitely 100% a fan. he’s standing in your doorway grinning the moment he finds them.

* “these are something special, sweetpea.” he drawls, smirking at you. even though it was your idea in the first place, you can’t help but blush. there’s something about his complete and utter assuredness in himself right now that makes you feel especially small.

* “i can’t help but want to recreate a few of these.” of course he’s going to rail you then and there. what else could the photos be but an invitation?

* hardly even takes the time to get your clothes off. there’ll be plenty of time for that later. just tugs your pants down off your hips and spits between your legs, sliding his fingers through your folds only once or twice before pulling down his fly and pressing his cock against you.

* you must have a dumb look on your face — you hadn’t even realized your mouth is open — because he feels the need to pause and lave his thumb across your tongue. “hungry for somethin’?” you can muster only a graceless ‘uh-huh,’ the weeping head of his cock still pulsing against you.

* “good.” then there’s that stretch. every single time, you have a moment where it feels like he won’t fit. you can feel exactly how tight you are around him. every thick, winding vein along the length of him. you only come back to yourself upon feeling his body press flush against yours.

* he fucks like an animal. his breath is ragged and hot across your skin, occasionally broken to bite and suck at your breasts. your ass and thighs have already gone numb from his skin clapping against yours. you can only press your forehead against him and scream for him.

* oh, he’s keeping the photos, too. he’ll even ask for more. he’s sticking them up around the garage, his room, the rear view of his truck. teases you if you complain about it.

vincent sinclair

* nearly creams his pants. i mean it.

* it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but this is really something else. with pictures, he’s less embarrassed about staring. he doesn’t need to worry about accidentally making you uncomfortable.

* with vincent, you know he appreciates every detail. every curve and plane of your body, the way you’ve got one of his sweaters pulled up just far enough to reveal your slit. he’s nearly drooling.

* “hey,” you’re stepping languidly down the basement stairs — still in his sweater — catching him right as he finds them. he yanks down his shirt over his crotch as if it would hide anything

* you can’t help but grin at him and nudge his hands away so you can straddle his lap, stretching your arms past his shoulders and pushing your chest up to his face.

* he’s kind of frozen in shock, but it’s not hard to tell he’s losing his mind for you, either.

* eventually his eyes raise to meet yours and he tips back the mask to kiss you.

* “i like it when you wear that.”

og myers

* he’s perfectly aware of what you’re trying to do. he knows you want to get him worked up so he’ll fuck you to pieces. and being the person he is, he does the exact opposite.

* sticks the photos in the breast pocket of his coveralls and goes on his merry way.

* days pass. you wonder if he’s even found the photos you left.

* (in the meantime, you’re resisting the urge to touch yourself by just thiiis much. it’s torturous. you’re not sure you want to wait for him to make the first move, anymore.)

* you test the waters by finding reasons to get into his personal space. first it’s just your hand against his. then, you’re up against his shoulder. eventually, you’re perched up on his lap and he’s barely acknowledged that you’re even here.

* “michael,” you hum, face hidden against his neck. he only grunts in response.

* you can’t help but suspect he’s doing this on purpose.

* “i missed you today.” grunt.

* “i’ve been thinking about you.” hmm.

* “michael, i want you.” mhm.

* finally, you flatten your hands against his cheeks and force him to meet your eyes.

* “mikey,” you whine. you don’t mind begging, but this is just excessive. “please, fuck me.”

* silence. you’re about to give up and stomp out of the room to go find your hitachi wand or something when his hand shoots up to your throat.

* in one quick motion, he forces you underneath him on the bed.

* it’s his turn to tease, now.

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ryunumber · 6 months

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Does Keanu Reeves have a ryu number?

Keanu Reeves has a (Standard) Ryu Number of 3/4/does not have a Ryu Number.

(clarification below)

Right off the bat: Reeves's only appearance as himself in anything even video game-adjacent is the Unreal 5 tech demo/Matrix Resurrection advertisement. If that's a non-starter for you, then Keanu Reeves does not have a Ryu Number and we're done here. Have a nice day.

If you're still around, Reeves shows up in the intro to talk the talk and walk around in-engine recreations of Matrix scenes, like the bullet dodging scene.

One of those is when Morpheus talks to Thomas Anderson for the first time in the Construct.

I'm assuming that's a still digital recreation of Laurence Fishburne as Morpheus, which is a bit clearer when you see it in action. Whether or not you count this is a valid Morpheus appearance determines which route applies above. It's unmistakably meant to be Morpheus, but there's also the matter of it maybe being textually a digital recreation of Morpheus, and as to how that interacts with both the original context of the scene, the new context it's been transplanted into, and the conceit of The Matrix as a whole is... not something I'm particularly interested in adjudicating. So, you know, take your pick.

Also complicating matters: the demo was pulled roughly seven months after release. Whether or not this disqualifies the above as a Standard Ryu Number is largely dependent on whether or not it was always intended to be pulled at a later date, and from what articles I can glean around release time, I don't think this was the case? And anyone who claimed the demo is able to redownload it at any time, so in theory if you really wanted to get your hands on the demo, it's very well possible to do so.

There's probably something apt about defined boundaries, so to speak, breaking down when something Matrix-related is brought up. I dunno.

#keanu reeves #ryu number

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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The Men Who Worry a Lot

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Ever since you got pregnant, the men have been worrying about you and the baby. Your hunger skyrocketed, your hormones are all over the place, and your immune system is weaker and cannot fight off infections as much as it could before you were pregnant. You sometimes wander off alone when you’re out of the abode with the men. Can you really blame the men for worrying so much about you while you’re heavily pregnant?

Note: This is a spin-off to Mixed Signals and Eating for Two! I will be linking the two fics mentioned down below if you want to read Mixed Signals and Eating for Two first before reading this spin-off! ^^ If you're all interested in the whole parent life with the Genshin men, I can make mini-fics for it or answer asks that relate to the overall pregnancy universe of my isekai'd!reader fics. As previously stated in "Mixed Signals" and "Eating for Two | Mixed Signals Alt. Ending," this story does lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader because pregnancy does happen in this story. Anyway! Please keep in mind that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Pregnancy, and sickness.

Word Count: 8.4k

Read the original and alternate ending here: Mixed Signals, Eating for Two | Mixed Signals Alt. Ending.

You’re eight months pregnant. Your pregnant belly is huge, and you look like you could pop at any moment, and that worries the twenty-five men. When you walk, you waddle, and you look so freaking cute! Your hand is on your baby bump every time you walk, sit, stand, and when you’re lying in bed. Most of the time, you ditch your usual clothes for the men’s button-up shirts, keeping the top half buttoned and the bottom half unbuttoned, letting your pregnant belly peek from the fabrics.

Being pregnant is uncomfortable, and you (and the twenty-five men) have to do everything to make sure you have a safe, comfortable, and stress-free pregnancy. Other than your and the twenty-five men’s baby being spoiled, you’re also being spoiled. It’s not like you don’t know who’s the father of your baby—well, technically, you don’t because all of you haven’t taken the paternity test yet.

It was in the middle of the night, and Diluc was rudely awoken by a bad feeling in his gut. Diluc rushes to get out of bed and open the door. Diluc steps into the dark hallway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and flicks the upstairs lights on. Lights flood the second floor, and he walks to your bedroom. Diluc cracks the door open and peeks his head into your dark room, only to see that your bed is empty and there’s no sign of you in the room.

Panic starts to kick in, and Diluc turns around to begin searching for you immediately.

“Honey?” Diluc calls out, walking around the upper part of the estate, searching for you— his heavily pregnant partner.

Sure, Diluc can wake the others to help him search for you, but Diluc cannot think rationally when he’s busy panicking and still groggy from his sleep. Doors on the second floor start to open, footsteps getting close to where he’s wandering around.

Thoma rubs his eyes, yawning. “Why are you awake at this time?” Thoma mutters, stretching his arms in the air with a groan.

Gorou peeks into your dark bedroom, his ears twitching. “I hear rustling downstairs. Maybe [Y/N] is downstairs snacking,” Gorou comments.

Tighnari sighs and runs his fingers through his messy hair. “I hope that’s not the case. They’re messing up their sleep and eating schedule,” Tighnari sighs.

One by one, the men walk down the stairs to the pitch-black living room. A source of light peeks from the kitchen, light spilling from the gap at the bottom of the door. You are indeed in the kitchen. Dainsleif walks toward the door and pushes it open, revealing you rummaging through the pantry. Your hair is sticking all over the place, your eyes are puffy from sleep, and your clothes are wrinkled.

Dainsleif sighs and leans against the door frame of the kitchen. “Why are you awake at this time?” Dainsleif asks.

You jump and look at the men like a deer caught in headlights. You drop a bread roll on the ground and mouth “fuck” to yourself. You attempt to lean down to grab the bread roll, but your eight-month-pregnant belly is in the way. You kick the bread roll back into the pantry and cross your arms over your chest.

“I, uh, was checking to make sure the bread rolls are still good to eat!” You lie, giving the men a fake smile.

Ayato takes a step toward you, looking at you with amusement. The corners of Ayato’s lips quirk up, taking in the sight of your adorable figure. You look so cute! Ayato just wants to pinch your cheeks and suffocate you in his arms by hugging you tightly until you pop.

“You had the sudden urge to make sure the bread rolls weren’t expired and molding in the middle of the night?” Ayato asks, tilting his head while gazing at you with the softest look you have ever seen.

You blush and look away with a huff. “Of course! Have you guys never had that moment where you’re sleeping or minding your business, and all of a sudden, you start to wonder if certain things are expired or if you still have the shirt you wore a few years ago?” You ask, tapping your sock-clad feet on the ground.

Itto eyes widen, and he nods eagerly. “Oh my gosh, yes! All the time! I thought it was just me, but it’s good to know that I’m not the only one this happens to!” Itto exclaims.

Xiao rolls his eyes and thwacks Itto upside of his head. Itto winces before rubbing the back of his head and glaring down at Xiao with a pout. You press your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from laughing.

Baizhu smiles at you. “We need to talk about you waking up in the middle of the night to snack on something,” Baizhu says.

You look at Baizhu in disbelief. “Again?” You squeak.

Scaramouche sighs. “We wouldn’t have to talk to you about your late-night snacking if you stopped doing it,” Scaramouche says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ayato holds his arm out for you to take. You pucker your lips, turn the pantry light off and close the door behind you. You loop your arms around Ayato’s arm and let him escort you to the living room. Ayato flickers the living room light on. You squeeze your eyes shut when the light fills the living area.

“I think turning on a lamp would’ve been better,” you mutter, sitting on the couch after Ayato leads you to the sofa in the center of the living room.

Everyone sits around you and gazes at you intently. You feel yourself becoming flustered under their gazes and reach for a throw blanket blindly. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders before placing your hands on your swollen tummy. You’re still craving a snack and can feel your stomach rumbling.

Al Haitham sits beside you and places a hand over yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You know it's not good to get less than eight hours of sleep, correct? You’re pregnant, and you need plenty of rest,” Al Haitham says, combing his fingers through your bedhead.

You sigh and lean forward, resting your head on Al Haitham’s chest, and close your eyes. “All I’ve been doing throughout my pregnancy is rest, Al Haitham. Plus, you guys know my cravings have increased ever since I got pregnant! I can’t help it,” you reply.

Kaveh sits on your left, rubbing your back. “We’re not upset that you’re having cravings. We’re worried about your and the baby’s safety. You wandered downstairs for a snack in pitch darkness. You could’ve tripped and fallen down the stairs, hurting yourself and the baby,” Kaveh murmurs, pulling you from Al Haitham’s chest and to his chest.

You sigh and press your head against Kaveh’s chest, listening to his heart beating against his chest. Kaveh runs his fingers through your hair, untangling the knots and organizing your hair. They’re not wrong about that. You did wake up in the middle of the night and wandered down the stairs in the darkness, searching for something to snack on for you and the baby.

“You’re right, and it’s my bad for not waking anyone up before going down the stairs for a snack. Sometimes I forget that I’m pregnant, even though this thing,” you point at your swollen tummy, “gets in the way all the time.”

Kaeya pokes your belly button, causing you to jolt and lightly slap his hands away with a tiny glare. Kaeya chuckles and kneels before you, resting his head on your lap, and reaches for your hand. Kaeya gazes up at you and closes his eyes when he feels you brush his hair away from his face. Archons, he’s so beautiful.

“What do you want to do now, angel? Do you want to go back to bed, or are you still craving something to eat?” Kaeya asks, slowly opening his eyes and staring at you intently.

You drag out a sigh and close your eyes. “I really want to go back to bed, but if I do, this little one will be kicking me all night until I eat something,” you reply.

“Stay here and take a nap. One of us will make you something to eat,” you hear Aether say.

Aether did not have to tell you twice because you were already dozing off on Kaveh’s shoulders, your hand remaining on Kaeya’s head. While you were napping against Kaveh’s chest and one of the men was making a snack for you to eat, you felt the baby kick. You open your eyes and press your hands against your stomach, grumbling about how the baby wasn’t letting you get a few minutes of shut-eye without kicking you.

A few minutes later, Heizou walks into the living room with what looks like mini French toast. Your eyes light up, and you reach forward, making grabby motions. Heizou hands you the plate, and you mouth a “thank you” to Heizou before taking a bite out of the delicious toast.

“That has a lot of sugar and syrup on it. It’s going to keep [Y/N] and the baby up all night,” Xiao commented, eyeing the sugary snack you’re biting into.

Heizou shrugs his shoulders. “Listen, I’m here to please the pregnant person and the baby in the womb. Whatever they want, they get,” Heizou replies, propping his hands on his hips.

The snack satiates your hunger, and after finishing the entire plate, you struggle to get off the couch. Venti giggles and reaches for your hand, helping you get off the couch. You sigh in relief and thank Venti, rubbing your swollen belly with one hand while grasping the plate with the other.

Venti looked at you curiously when you waddled off to the kitchen. “Where are you going, Windblume? The stairs are the other way, silly!” Venti calls after you.

You reply over your shoulder, “I’m going to wash the plate, then I’ll go back to bed!”

Childe runs to where you are and takes the plate from your hands while shaking his head. You blink at Childe owlishly before realizing you’re not allowed to do any household chores until way after you pop the baby out. Ah, right, how could you forget something like that?

Childe wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about chores. We’ll take care of everything for you, like how we have been since the beginning of your pregnancy. Get some sleep, alright, snookums?” Childe coos, resting his cheek on your head.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go to bed now that I have something to snack on for the baby and me,” you said, rubbing your swollen stomach.

Childe smiles wide and pats your head. Childe looks over your head and gestures for one of the men to take you up the stairs. Zhongli walks toward you and Childe, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding your hand. Zhongli guides you up the stairs with the men following behind. Ever since your pregnancy was announced, the men made sure to put a rug over the staircase to prevent you from slipping down the stairs.

Upon arriving in your bedroom, Zhongli turns the lights on. Zhongli walks you to your bed and helps you sit on your bed before tucking you in bed. You would brush your teeth again, but you’re too tired to do it, and it’s already late. Zhongli caresses your face and presses a kiss on your forehead. You reach for Zhongli’s hand and squeeze them, pulling him down and planting a good night’s kiss on his cheek. Knowing the other men are going to complain, Zhongli moves out of the way for the others to kiss you goodnight so you can kiss them goodnight in return. After what felt like fifteen minutes, you were able to bid everyone goodnight.

Zhongli is the last person to leave your room. “Get some rest, alright? Wake us up if you need anything at all or anything happened,” Zhongli instructs.

You nod and give him a thumbs up, too tired to respond. Once Zhongli turns the lights off in your room and closes the door behind him, you snuggle against your pregnancy pillow and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The men worry about you a lot, and they have many valid reasons to worry! While your late-night snacking has become routine to the point where the men will automatically wake up if they hear your bedroom door open (they trained their ears to listen for it). The previous night when Diluc searched for you in the middle of the night, was the only time the men didn’t hear you leave your room until they heard Diluc calling out for you.

They keep an eye out for you almost 24/7, and you love them for it. Sometimes they can get distracted, and that’s okay! Only this time, they may or may not have lost their pregnant significant other while the twenty-six of you were in Inazuma City. The men are crowding around a food stall, trying to decide what to order to bring back to the estate to eat. While you and the twenty-five men can dine out in the city, they worry the number of people would overwhelm you. Especially if those people are constantly staring at your pregnant form while you’re eating, and they treat you like fine porcelain.

Now here you are, standing behind the group of men, rubbing your swollen belly and breathing in the aroma of delicious food lingering in the air. Your stomach is growling, and the baby is lively today, kicking and moving around in the womb.

“Are you sure a pregnant person like [Y/N] should be eating something like that?” Kazuha asks, eyeing the menu warily.

Albedo looks at the menu and nods. “The food is fully cooked. As long as it’s not seafood or raw meat. There are many things pregnant people are not allowed to eat, and I brought a list with me,” Albedo says, pulling out the long list of foods you’re allowed and not allowed to eat.

“It feels restricting, does it not?” Cyno asks, raising his eyebrows at Albedo.

Dottore nods his head, flipping through the menu. “Sadly, it’s the reality of being pregnant. Even if [Y/N] can eat these things just fine, the baby will not be able to handle foods like the ones listed,” replies Dottore.

Your mouth started watering. Not wanting to wait any longer, you turn around and search around for a food stall to order food from. You lock gazes with the vendor of the nearest food stand. Well, it looks more like a snack stand than a food stand. You waddle off to the snack vendor, and the man gives you a sweet smile after seeing your pregnant belly bulging through your shirt.

You smile at Tomoki and point at the Dango milk. “May I have a Dango milk, Tomoki?” You ask politely.

Tomoki nods. “Of course! Do you want one or two Dango milk?” asks Tomoki, reaching for the black bottle.

You hum and tap on your chin, debating whether you should get one or two Dango milk. Dango milk is delicious, and you can never get enough of it! Although your beloved boyfriends are currently ordering food to bring to the estate, it’s best you buy only one Dango milk, or else you’d lose your appetite. Plus, not only did you want to save your appetite for food, one Dango milk costs one thousand five hundred Mora, and if you were to buy two Dango milk, it would’ve been three thousand Mora.

“I’ll take one Dango milk! I haven’t eaten anything yet, and I don’t want the Dango milk to make me lose my appetite,” you said.

Tomoki smiles and nods. “Alright! One Dango milk it is!” He says, handing the bottle over to you after you pulled out exactly one thousand five hundred Mora from the Mora bag in your pocket.

You give Tomoki a thankful smile before walking off with your Dango milk, occupied with getting the bottle uncapped so you can start drinking it. While you’re struggling to get the cap off, Pantalone takes the menu from one of the men’s hands and turns to ask you what you want to eat, but realizes that you aren’t with the group. Pantalone stared at the spot where you were standing and turned to the other men, scratching the back of his neck.

Pantalone clears his throat. “Um, we have a problem,” Pantalone says nervously.

“They wandered off, didn’t they?” Capitano deadpans.

Pantalone nodded hesitantly, and the twenty-four men slowly turned to where you were supposed to be standing, only to see an empty spot. Pierro sighs, pinching the space between his eyebrows, and closes his eyes. There’s no way they lost you in the city this fast. You, a heavily pregnant person, somehow wandered off without either of them noticing you waddling away.

“I’m sure they didn’t wander off too far,” Pierro says, looking up and scanning his surroundings.

While the men are searching for you, you stand in the middle of the walkway, uncapping the Dango milk. After a few minutes of struggling to open the cap, you finally got it off and took a sip from it happily. The Dango milk is sweet, delicious, and chewy. It’s like boba, only it’s Dango. You’re tempted to return to Tomoki’s snack stand to ask for ingredients. Still, you’re not entirely sure if Tomoki would be willing to share the ingredients or tell you how to make it at home.

You shrug your shoulders and walk back to where the men are currently standing. You tap Kaeya on the shoulders.

“Have you guys figured out what you’re going to order yet?” You ask, taking another sip of the Dango milk.

Damn. Ever since you got the first taste of the Dango milk, you’ve been obsessed with it. Well, you are even more obsessed with it than you previously were. Maybe the baby likes Dango milk too and couldn’t get enough of it, thus making your craving for Dango milk stronger than ever.

Kaeya sighs in relief and pulls you into his arms, disregarding the Dango milk in your hands and running his hands gloved through your hair. “Please don’t wander off like that anymore, kitten. You made us all worried!” Kaeya chides, stroking your chin.

“Sorry, I wanted to get something to drink while all of you are ordering something to bring back to the abode for us to eat,” you said, holding up the Dango milk bottle.

Scaramouche sighs and shakes his head. “Idiot. Dango milk is going to make you lose your appetite if you continue to drink it,” Scaramouche tsk’s and flicks your forehead.

You scrunch your face and rub the area on your forehead where Scaramouche had flicked you. Al Haitham grabs Scaramouche’s finger and glares at the shorter male, who glares at him in return. Scaramouche snatches his finger from Al Haitham’s grasp and crosses his arms over his chest, and rolls his eyes.

“Baby, please don’t wander off like that again. At least inform us before wandering off, or have one of us go with you somewhere,” Al Haitham says, combing his fingers through your hair.

You point at Tomoki’s stall. “But the stall wasn’t far from where you’re all ordering the food! It’s about ten feet,” you protest, taking another sip of your Dango milk. You close the bottle and wipe your lips with your thumb and index finger. “Sorry for not informing you all about it. I kept forgetting that I can’t wander off on my own anymore, especially since my stomach makes me look like a sunset cloud angler,” you said, rubbing your swollen belly with one hand.

Ayato holds up an index finger and sighs. “You can wander off on your own as long as you tell us where you’re going and as long as it’s not too far from where we are,” Ayato comments.

You rest your head on Kaeya’s chest and look at the menu hanging above. You’re not entirely sure what you’re going to get since you have a restricting diet due to your pregnancy. Most of the time, Thoma cooks certain food for you to eat. Albedo, Dottore, Baizhu, and Tighnari would write a long list of foods you can and cannot eat, including ingredients for the food. But since you’re all ordering something at a restaurant to bring it back to the estate to eat, you’re not sure if you can eat the food on the menu.

“I’ll try not to forget to tell you all where I’m going before wandering off,” you reply, holding your pinky out in Ayato’s direction.

Ayato sighs, giving you a small smile before linking his pinky with yours. Ayato brings your hand close to his lips and presses a kiss on your knuckles before letting go of your hand. You snuggle up against Kaeya, continuing to look at the menu. Of all the food that is being sold on the menu, you’re not sure what you want to order. Plus, your pregnancy has made you not want to eat certain things like tofu.

Before you got pregnant, you could eat anything (except for the foods you’re allergic to). But now, your pregnancy has made it hard for you to eat the food you used to love. You used to love eating anything that had onions in it. Unfortunately, now the smell of onions (specifically pickled onions) makes you feel nauseous, and you hate it. Your parents would make you pickled onions back in your world, and you love fermented foods.

“I kind of want kimchi,” you mumble, squishing your cheek against Kaeya’s boob window.

Dainsleif looks at you quizzically. “What’s that?” Dainsleif asks.

You reach out and grab Dainsleif’s hand, lightly squeezing them. “I’ll explain what kimchi is when we’re back at the abode. It’s great to eat when pregnant, apparently,” you reply.

Ever since you have gotten pregnant, you have been attending classes here and there at the Akademiya. That was before you were starting to show. Since you are currently pregnant, you took a break from your academics and focused on your pregnancy. You didn’t want to put your studies on hold, but since you get stressed out easily, you had to take a break because of doctor’s orders and Al Haitham requested for you to take a break from your academics until further notice.

Now here you are, baking cookies when you’re not supposed to be in the kitchen. Tiny little hands grab at your shirt, tugging on them while peeking at the cookies laid out on the countertop.

“Hey, be careful! We wouldn’t want you to burn your hands on the hot baking tray now, do we?” You ask.

Klee pouts and steps on the stepping stool, breathing in the scent of freshly baked cookies. “It smells so delicious, [Y/N]! When can we start eating the cookies?” asks Klee, licking her lips while eyeing the chocolate chip cookies in front of her.

“Once the cookies are warm and not ten seconds fresh out of the oven. It’s still hot,” you said, patting Klee’s head.

You’re now babysitting the kids your beloved boyfriends know. Technically, you volunteered to watch over them while the men were out doing their duties in Teyvat. Since you don’t have Akademiya responsibilities, you might as well keep yourself occupied by babysitting Klee, Diona, YaoYao, Nahida (would she count as a kid despite her being an archon?), Dori, Qiqi, and Sayu.

“Are these the soft chocolate chip cookies?” Dori asks, peeking at the counter to get a good look at the cookies.

Nahida props her hands on her hips. “From my knowledge, with the ingredients [Y/N] used and how long the cookies have been in the oven, it should be soft instead of crunchy,” Nahida replies.

You grab the cups from the cupboard and hand them cups. “Go sit at the table. I’ll get some milk, and we’ll wait a few minutes for the cookies to cool down before eating them,” you said.

The girls rush out of the kitchen and sit at the table, kicking their feet with excitement while giggling and chatting with each other. While you’re setting the timer and putting the next batch of cookies in the oven, the front door to the estate opens, and the men start piling into the estate.

Klee’s eyes light up when she sees Albedo. Klee hops off the chair and runs to the chief alchemist, tackling him into a hug. Albedo stumbles back and looks at Klee with surprise.

“Big brother! You’re finally back!” Klee cheers, smiling wide.

“What are you girls doing here? I mean, not that I didn’t want to see you, I’m surprised to see you girls here at the estate,” Albedo says, turning to look at the men with a questioning look.

Dori’s eyes widen before she giggles. “Oh? Did your pregnant lover not tell you that they’re babysitting us from now on? Well, until the baby arrives, of course,” Dori says, leaning in the chair.

Zhongli crosses his arms over his chest. “They have not. Speaking of pregnant lover, where is [Y/N]?”

The seven girls point at the kitchen simultaneously, gazing at the men curiously. One by one, each man pats the girls’ heads as they walk toward the kitchen where you’re at. After putting the second batch of cookies in the oven, you close the oven and set the timer. The kitchen door creaks open, and you look up to see your beloved boyfriends standing there with their hands on their hips while giving you questioning looks.

“Since when did you start your babysitting gig?” Cyno asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You walk to the cookies on the cooling tray and hover your hand above it. “I started today, actually! Since I currently don’t have responsibilities, I decided to babysit the seven girls until further notice!” You reply.

“Are you going to babysit them every day? Some of them have jobs, which concerns me because it’s child labor….” Kaveh trails off, stroking his chin.

You shake your head and lean against the kitchen island, caressing your baby bump. “Not every day, only when I have the energy to. The baby’s been keeping me up at night sometimes by moving around and kicking my stomach,” you sigh.

Childe drops to his knees and places his hands on your baby bump, and presses his face against your swollen stomach. “Baby, please let your mommy sleep. If mommy doesn’t sleep, they won’t have the energy. Don’t kick mommy either!” Childe scolds your unborn child.

“As if the baby is going to understand you,” Diluc scoffs, rolling his eyes.

The baby kicks, startling you and Childe. Childe slowly backs away and rubs his nose, narrowing his eyes at your stomach and poking your swollen belly back. The baby kicks in return. You groan and press your hand on the area where the baby had kicked. You flick Childe’s forehead before Childe can provoke the baby again.

“Don’t try to provoke them, Childe!” You chide, poking the cookie on the cooling rack with your index finger.

You grab a plate from the side and start putting the cookies on the plate. The cookies are still warm, but it’s not hot, nor is it cooled down completely. Childe stands behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face into your neck. You snort, watching Childe peek from your shoulders, reach for a cookie from the plate, and take it from the plate.

“Girls! The cookies are ready!” You announce, walking to the dining room where the girls are waiting, with Childe latching onto you.

You put the plate on the table, and the seven girls begin taking a cookie from the plate to snack on. Thoma walks over to the table with milk in his hands, pouring the milk into each girl’s glass cup. The girls simultaneously thanked you and Thoma with their mouths full of cookies. You snort and wipe the crumbs from the side of their lips.

“Slow down! Don’t eat too fast, or else you’ll choke,” you sigh, shaking your head.

Heizou nudges Aether. “If this is what married life looks like with [Y/N], then sign me up!” Heizou whispers, feeling his cheeks warm up when he watches Sayu hug your side, her cheek pressing up against your pregnant belly while munching on her cookie. You comb your fingers through Sayu and Qiqi’s hair while the girls eat the chocolate chip cookies.

“You’re going to have to get in line there, Heizou. All of us want to get married to [Y/N] and have a family with them,” Aether whispers, taking a chocolate chip cookie from the plate and taking a big bite out of the cookie.

Qiqi lightly taps your pregnant belly. You look to see Qiqi holding up her empty glass cup with a blank look on her face. Realization hits you after a minute, and you take the cup from Qiqi’s hand to fill the cup with milk. Before you can walk to the kitchen to fill her cup with milk, Venti takes the cup from your hands.

“I’ll do that for you! You go sit and relax! Remember not to strain yourself,” Venti says, lightly tapping on your nose before walking to the kitchen.

The minute you sit on the chair between the seven girls, they immediately start trying to get your attention to talk about the most random things (to the men). Sayu and Qiqi continue to latch to you while eating their cookies while Nahida, Dori, Diona, Klee, and YaoYao are talking your ears off.

“[Y/N]! Are you having a boy or a girl? I hope you’re having a girl!” YaoYao says, bouncing on the balls of her feet with a wide smile.

“I think the baby is going to be a boy,” Sayu drones, staring off into space while mindlessly chewing on the chocolate chip cookie.

Nahida looks at Sayu curiously and walks over to the sleepy girl, poking her to grab her attention. Sayu wipes the sleepiness from her eyes and turns to look at Nahida with a questioning look. Nahida props her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side, her green eyes trailing over to your pregnant belly. Nahida presses her hand on your stomach, and her eyes light up when she feels the baby kick the area where Nahida is pressing her hand.

Nahida clears her throat. “I’m curious what lead you to think [Y/N] is pregnant with a boy,” Nahida says, blinking at Sayu.

“Their stomach is round from the front and slim from the side. I don’t know how to explain it, but that’s what my mom told me,” Sayu replies.

“I think [Y/N] is going to have a boy, too,” Qiqi says softly, rubbing your swollen stomach.

Diona looks at you curiously. “Do you know the gender of the baby?” Diona asks.

You shake your head and run your fingers through Qiqi’s hair. “I don’t know the gender of the baby. I debated whether I wanted to keep it a surprise until I go into labor, but there are some people that wanted to know already,” you say, looking over at the men.

Kazuha smiles and crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Is it bad the father(s) of the baby wanted to know the gender of their child?” Kazuha asks.

You clear your throat and scratch the back of your head. “No! But the twenty-five of you are giving me conflicting answers! Some of you want to know the gender of the baby, and some of you want to be surprised!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have an idea! For those who want to know the gender of the baby, tell them! As for the others, they can wait until you give birth!” Itto proposes, clapping his hands.

Dori reaches for the cookie and hands it to you. You silently thanked the girl and took a bite out of the cookie, and contemplated Itto’s suggestion. You know, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But the issue is that some of the men have loose lips. Meaning they cannot keep a secret, or they will find a way to accidentally reveal the gender of the baby. You pucker your lips and shake your head in response to Itto’s suggestion. Itto pouts and crosses his arms over his chest with a huff like a petulant child.

“I would tell you not to reproduce, but the unfortunate thing is that we don’t know who’s the father of the baby,” Dottore says, smacking his lips.

Diluc rolls his eyes. “I could say the same thing for you, Harbinger,” Diluc mutters.

You assumed your pregnancy was going to be smooth sailing. No complications, no morning sickness, etc. But unfortunately for you, you have a cold. It’s not the flu, thankfully! But you did catch a cold, and now you’re under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Usually, you would think it’s a bit much to be under constant supervision, but since you’re pregnant, the men’s concerns are valid.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks, pressing his gloveless hand against your forehead.

You turn your head away and cough into your elbow— even though you’re wearing a face mask. “I feel awful. This sickness is making my morning sickness even worse, too,” you sniffled. You look at Baizhu and rub your swollen belly worriedly. “How’s the baby?” You ask, clearing your throat.

Baizhu sits at the edge of your bed and smiles beneath his mask. “The baby is healthy and safe. You, however, have a head cold and need plenty of rest,” Baizhu replies.

Baizhu reaches for your hand and gives them a gentle squeeze. You sniffled and smiled at him weakly, squeezing his hand in return. You had the unfortunate fate of babysitting a sick Klee. You didn’t mind taking care of Klee while she was ill, but you kept forgetting that the children in Teyvat are still children whether they have visions or not. Klee got you sick, and thankfully, it’s only a head cold, not the flu.

A knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts. Tighnari walks to the door and opens it, revealing Thoma with a food tray in his hands while wearing a face mask. Oh goody, your food is here! You can smell the food behind your mask, feeling your stomach grumble at the delicious smell.

“I have arrived with soup! It’s chicken noodle soup; simple, but should be enough for you and the baby to stomach without an issue,” says Thoma, entering your bedroom.

You take your mask off and, with the assistance of Xiao and Baizhu, sit up. You put your mask on your nightstand while Thoma places the tray of chicken noodle soup on your lap. Your head is hurting, and you don’t think you have enough energy to lift your hands to use the spoon. You feel like you could collapse at any moment. Gorou quickly sits beside you and have you rest your head on his shoulders while he combs his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes, exhaling through your nose. You hate being sick, and you hate being sick while you’re pregnant. It makes everything worse, and it makes all twenty-five of your boyfriends even more worried about you.

Gorou rubs your swollen belly while combing his fingers through your hair. “Are you alright? If you’re not hungry, you can eat your soup later,” Gorou suggests, kissing the side of your head.

You and Gorou feel the baby kick in response. You chuckle and crack your eyes open, rubbing your belly.

“The baby has spoken. It seems like this little bean wants me to eat,” you murmur.

You reach for the spoon and scoop the chicken noodle soup into the spoon, bringing it to your lips and blowing on the hot broth. The chicken noodle soup smells amazing. So good that your stomach starts to rumble with hunger. After the first bite of the soup, you begin devouring the soup like you haven’t eaten in days. Well, your devouring food like that is normal since you’ve been doing that since the start of your pregnancy.

Fifteen minutes later, you finished your food and leaned against the headboard of your bed, rubbing your full belly. You and the baby are officially satisfied; both tummies are full and satisfied. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, slowly leaning on Gorou’s shoulders while he continues to rub your arm.

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t fall asleep yet! You still need to take your medication,” Tighnari says, standing at the edge of the bed and poking you in the arm.

You crack your eyes open and see Tighnari holding out cold medicine toward you. Your face immediately pinches up with disgust when you realize it's liquid medicine. To be more specific, it’s orange flavored, and you hate medicine that tastes like orange. You reluctantly take the medication from Tighnari’s hand and stare at the orange liquid medicine. You pinch your nose and down the cold medicine, your lips trembling at the sour taste while your face scrunches with disgust.

Pantalone sits on the other side of you and hands the small measurement cup to Tighnari. He grabs the glass cup from your nightstand and passes them to you. You give Pantalone a strained smile and take big gulps of water, hoping to wash the taste of orange-flavored medicine from your taste buds.

“How are you feeling right now, sweetheart?” Pantalone asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your jaws.

You hum in response, basking in Pantalone’s affections. “I’m feeling full, but the taste of the orange medicine is disgusting. It sort of made my stomach churn a bit after I ingested the medicine,” you reply, your nose scrunching with disgust.

“Now that you have eaten and taken your medication, you should get some sleep now. You look exhausted, and we shouldn’t be keeping you up any longer,” Capitano says gruffly.

You frown and reach for your face mask behind Pantalone and put it on. “What if I’m not feeling sleepy? It’s boring being in my room all day and having to sleep for who knows how long,” you said.

“You say that now, but once your head hits the pillow, you’ll be out like a light,” Pierro comments, the corners of his lips quirking up.

You stare at the first Harbinger for a moment before snuggling up against Pantalone, bringing Gorou with you. Gorou rests his head on your chest, making sure to be gentle. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying his best to ignore Pantalone’s arms around your waist. The day has just begun, yet here you are, bedridden and forced to rest. Why do you have to rest a lot? What if you’re feeling restless or full of energy? Actually, sike, you’re never full of energy because being pregnant is draining, and you feel more like an incubator than a human sometimes.

You’re excited to be a parent, yes, but often times there are people that treat you like a breeding cow rather than a human. Your boyfriends never make comments like that, but it’s the way random men (and sometimes women) in Teyvat would make comments about you being an incubator for the twenty-five men, and not only is it disturbing, but it also makes you feel uncomfortable.

Scaramouche plops at the edge of your bed, staring at you worriedly. “What’s on your mind?” He asks, nudging you with his foot.

“Do you guys see me as an incubator?” You ask, looking around the room.

Kaveh raises his eyebrows at you. “Why would we see you that way? You’re human, not some breeding sumpter beast,” Kaveh replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We want to start a family with you, yes, but we’re not going to get you pregnant every time you pop a baby out. Your body changes drastically when you’re pregnant, and we don’t want you to get pregnant twenty-four more times after the first baby is born. You need a break from pregnancy. We won’t make you pop a baby out for each of us. That would be weird,” Cyno answers, sighing softly.

Pantalone presses a kiss on your head. “Who put those thoughts into your head? Name them, and we’ll take care of it,” Pantalone murmurs, rubbing your swollen stomach.

You puff your cheeks out and shake your head. “Just a bunch of randoms in Teyvat. I don’t know their names, unfortunately.” You whisper, chewing on the inside of your cheeks.

“Describe their physical appearance and what region you were in when you encountered them! Shouldn’t be hard for us to track them down,” Childe says, giving you a fake smile while cracking his knuckles.

You shake your head again. “Not going to happen, Childe. I don’t want you to get in trouble before the baby is born,” you said, stroking your swollen belly mindlessly.

Childe opens his mouth to retort, but you shake your head for the umpteenth time. “Drop it, Ajax. I’m serious; this is for everyone in the room, not just Childe. Understood?”

“Oooh. Not the real name,” Itto whispers, making a ‘yikes’ face.

You give the men a look.

“Understood,” the men reply simultaneously, nodding in response.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your hair. Archons, this is embarrassing. You hate being strict or acting this way with the twenty-five men. Your emotions are all over the place because of your pregnancy, but the men understand. They never get upset with you when you snap at them unintentionally. They know it’s because of your hormones and the changes going on with your body that is making you feel overwhelmed and stressed.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so strict and firm about this. I understand you all want to protect me and make me feel comfortable with my body while I’m pregnant. Still, I don’t want any of you to get in trouble with the law before the baby is born,” you whisper.

Itto opens his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off. “Or in general,” you add.

Itto closes his mouth with a pout. Diluc rolls his eyes at Itto’s reaction and gives you a small smile.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, [Y/N]. We understand where you’re coming from. We promise this pregnancy will be smooth and stress-free, but some of us,” Diluc looks at Childe and Itto with a pointed look, “are hard-headed.”

“Don’t forget that things aren’t always going to turn out how you plan for them to go,” Gorou adds, leaning up to kiss the side of your head.

Your sickness lasted a few days, and as time flew by, you found yourself in your ninth month of pregnancy. You and the men are anticipating your labor, and you’re very nervous, but perhaps not as nervous as the men. You’re very tired, and your body is under a lot of strain than it was when your pregnancy first began. You also have a hard time holding in your pee, so you’re always going to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure the baby once kicked your bladder, almost making you pee your pants.

You step out of the bathroom, clutching your giant pregnant belly. “This is so embarrassing,” You grumble, walking past the men to toss your shorts and underwear into the washing machine. “This is the fifth time I peed my pants, all because this baby kicked my bladder and because I’ve had a hard time holding in my pee,” you grumble.

Kaeya ruffles your hair and kisses your head. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I heard it happens to pregnant people often. You’re not the only one that experiences this kind of stuff,” says Kaeya.

Your lower abdomen starts to hurt, making you squeeze kaeya’s arms and clench your eyes shut. Kaeya looks at you worriedly, watching your hand fly to your swollen belly, your head ducking down while taking deep breaths.

Ayato steps forward. “Should we go to the infirmary to check and see if you’re okay?” Ayato asks.

You nod, reaching out for Ayato’s hand while Kaeya helps you walk forward. “It’s best that we go see Baizhu. I don’t know what’s happening, and it hurts,” you grunt.

When the other men hear about you visiting the infirmary in the estate, they all rush to the other side of the building and cram into the examination room. You’re laying on the examination bed, hands on your swollen belly, face pinching up in pain every other minute when the same feeling hits you again.

“What’s going on?” Zhongli demands, standing by your side and holding onto your hand.

You immediately squeeze Zhongli’s hand, leaning your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes. It hurts. You’re in so much pain, and even if it was brief, it still hurts so much and feels very discomforting. You take a deep breath and let out slow exhales, trying to remain calm and ignore the pain that appears every now and then.

“The pain [Y/N] is feeling are contractions. How do I put this without setting you all into a panic?” Baizhu murmurs, stroking his chin.

Thoma looks at Baizhu cautiously, holding his hand up. “What do you mean by setting us all into a panic?” Thoma asks cautiously.

“[Y/N] is currently in labor, but their water hasn’t broken yet,” Tighnari replies.

Everyone around your starts to panic and speak over each other. You lightly smack yourself on the forehead and watch the men debate on whether you should give birth at the estate or go to a hospital somewhere in Teyvat to give birth. The contractions hit you again, making you tense up and suppress a groan, your nails digging into the palm of your hands.

“Guys, can we please not argue right now?” You call out, breathing heavily.

Dainsleif turns to Baizhu. “We need to get them to the hospital. The estate’s infirmary isn’t made for delivering babies. What if [Y/N] has difficulty giving birth naturally? They’ll need to have a c-section, and the estate’s infirmary is not equipped for that either,” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest.

“He’s right. And looking at [Y/N]’s current condition, we need to get them to the infirmary as soon as possible before their water breaks,” Albedo interjects.

Albedo walks over to where you’re lying and helps you sit up. You wince and slowly get off the examination bed, clutching your baby bump. You signed up to be a parent, but you did not sign up for the amount of pain you’ll be feeling for the next however long this is going to go on. Labors can last up to over nineteen hours, and that is something you’re not prepared for. Hell no.

Do you know what else you’re not ready for? The doctors have to cut your entrance to your butthole for the baby to have an easier way out. Heck, sometimes the doctors don’t even have to do it; it can rip on its own while you’re giving birth. Now that you think about it, maybe a c-section is the better option than feeling the pain of natural childbirth.

“Wait! If we’re going to take [Y/N] to the hospital for the delivery, what region are we going to go to?” Venti asks, scratching his chin.

“Does it matter? [Y/N] is in labor right now!” Aether hisses, nudging Venti in the ribs.

Heizou hums, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. “I mean, I would prefer [Y/N] to give birth in Inazuma,” Heizou comments.

You sigh out of frustration, leaning against Albedo and hugging your bump. Not another debate on where you’re going to give birth. You don’t care what region the baby is going to be born in! Does it really matter?

“I think we should have [Y/N] give birth in the region where the baby’s father is from!” Dottore interjects.

You stare at the men in disbelief. You close your eyes and shake your head, your body tensing up momentarily when the contractions kick in. Putting that aside, you think Dottore’s suggestion is a bit… unrealistic. You say that because there are men whose nations are destroyed and no longer exist. Albedo gives your arm a comforting squeeze, pulling you close to his chest.

Kazuha gives Dottore a fake smile. “I don’t think [Y/N] cares about what region the baby is born in. They just want to get to the hospital as soon as possible and prepare for the delivery,” Kazuha states, looking over at you.

You nod in response, letting out a shaky sigh. “I don’t care what region the baby is born in. Just take me to a hospital and let me pop this dang baby out!” You hiss, reaching for the nearest person and shaking them.

You stop shaking Xiao when you feel something wet gushing down your legs. Your hand flies to your belly, and you look down at the liquid pooling around you. It’s not blood, thankfully.

“Oh, no,” you whisper.

“What just happened?” Al Haitham demands, pushing through the crowd of men to try to get to where you’re standing.

You groan and tap on Albedo’s chest frantically. “Isn’t it obvious? My water just broke! We need to go to the hospital immediately! I don’t care what region the hospital is in! Just let me get this over with because it hurts so much!” You plead.

Xiao yanks you from Albedo’s grasp and sprints out of the estate’s infirmary with the other men following behind. You didn’t think you would go into labor so early, but unfortunately, pregnancy is unpredictable. You’re prepared to be a parent. You’ve read many books and made sure you’re informed. What you’re not ready for is how long the labor will last and finding out who’s the father of your soon-to-be-born newborn baby.

Archons, you and the men are not prepared for you going into labor. Kaveh and Capitano will have to return to the estate once you get checked into the hospital to grab necessities. Who knows how long you’ll be in labor.

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What do you think the slashers would get up to in a more normal world where they just got therapy and DIDN'T kill anyone? Like I think Brahms would've become a composer tbh, I headcanon he writes his own music? And Tommy'd probably still just work in the slaughterhouse or, if the slaughterhouse still closed down, as a farmhand??

What if the Slashers never became Slashers?

Thomas Hewitt

If the slaughterhouse never shut down, Thomas would definitely still be working there. It's the only real job available for people in that town, for many it will be their first and last job.

However, if the slaughterhouse still closed down and Charlie didn't instantly jump to cannibalism, Thomas would be eager to get back to work.

I see him working physical labour. Thomas knows that his strengths are, well...he's strength.

I could see him working as a farmhand or in construction of some sort.

Plus, it would really work on his confidence. Having a job where his natural size and strength were something to be proud of, that helps him and makes him effective.

Hopefully he'll get some nicer co-workers...I just want him to be happy.

Michael Myers

Michael is in therapy his whole childhood. His family spot the early signs that cause concern and get him help.

He's still pretty quiet, not super social, but not mute or irresponsive.

I remember reading a post ages ago about Michael receiving effective therapy and receiving consistent support from his family and I wanted to link it here but I couldn't find it again, I feel like that said everything I want to say 😂

Anyway, maybe he still spends some time in Smith's Grove but gets released back into he parent's care.

He develops a really good relationship with Laurie. She grows up visiting him and becomes an encouraging factor in his therapy.

In this universe, I suppose Michael would be a 'functioning psychopath' if that's what you want to call it. He'd still have a personality disorder but he has developed coping mechanisms to help him in life.

It's difficult to say what he might go on to do career wise but I think for Michael it's more important and interesting to think about his interpersonal relationships.

Jason Voorhees

Camp counsellor Jason!

Now, I can see this going two ways.

Firstly, lets say Jason loved camp. He made at least one friend, got to a bunch of fun activities, summer camp was the best time of year for him even if it wasn't perfect.

In this case, Jason would go back to work there so he could give other shy and bullied kids the same experience.

Alternatively, everything went the same expect Jason didn't drown. He was still thrown into the lake, the kids still laughed, the counsellors still weren't around, but he somehow survived.

He would have still hated camp but that would be what motivates him to go and work there.

He wanted it to be better for other kids, to make sure that if another poor child got tossed into the lake, there would be a counsellor around to protect/save them. He would be there for them.

Brahms Heelshire

As much as I love the idea of Brahms becoming a composer, I have to admit that I have less faith in him.

Assuming that his parents still spoiled him beyond belief and let him get away with shit, just no fires or death or anything, Brahms would be a little shit his whole life.

He'd become a rich fuckboi.

He'll have gone to some private school.

He'd have every opportunity to become a composer, so it's absolutely possible, I just imagine he would go through a 'rebellious' phase.

He's smart and I'd imagine he'd get pretty good grades, it will just take him some time to calm down and actually get his mind set on a career.

He's going to be living off of his family's money for a while.

But maybe he ends up being a composer and becomes his best self...

Bo Sinclair

I can see a few options for Bo.

I think he would still be a bit of a wild card in his teenage and young adult years but in the end I think his brothers are still important to him and he would want to stay close.

He might help Vincent run Ambrose a little.

If he does have a genuine passion or talent when it comes to cars, he might become a legit mechanic. I imagine he likes the process of fixing up cars, it gives him something to focus on.

I could also see him owning his own bar, somewhere near Ambrose, he and Vincent sending business each other's way.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent stays at the wax museum.

He continues his mother's legacy and brings a whole new life to the infamous House of Wax. He modernises the museum while still paying tribute to his mother.

And he does a good job, managing to bring a whole new life to Ambrose again. The tourist just keep coming to visit the House of Wax.

Maybe he even sticks to the Town of Wax idea and fills the abandoned town with wax figures but in a less murdery way.

That would serve to bring more tourists in.

I like the idea that he also sells some of his artwork, kind of like a side hustle.

His main focus is the House of Wax but he occasionally sells his other creations.

Lester Sinclair

Sure, Lester might just stick with his roadkill clean up gig but I think he is likely to remain close to his brothers either way.

I kind of like the idea of Bo being a mechanic and Lester working with him, likely his only employee but Bo can be a bit of a control freak.

Lester is a simple guy and finds joy in the smalls things.

Whatever job he has, he's likely happy with it.

He lives for time at home with Jonesy or dinners with his brothers.

And he's always more than happy to help Vincent out around Ambrose.

Bubba Sawyer

He would love to just work on his family's farm. Family is important to Bubba and I think he would love farm work.

He wouldn't mind working out in the sun, planting and tending to crops.

He doesn't mind the heavy lifting and manual labour.

However, he would love working with the animals.

He would work so well with them and they would love him.

Just imagine Bubba cuddling a little baby cow!!!

Billy Lenz

Hmmm Billy's is kinda difficult.

We don't get to know much about him but I headcanon that he's a big fan of movies and tv.

Maybe he had a part time job in a movie theatre as a teenager, just feeding his love for media.

Anyway, he goes through a shit ton of therapy. And it's effective in this case.

Maybe after leaving the institution he received his care in, he'd go back to school.

Hopefully he will find a passion for something there, starting to develop a more clear plan for his future.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

I mean, I think I've made my stance on this pretty clear.

Professor Emory.

He teaches entomology, of course.

The students either love him or hate him. He's very strict but if you perform well in his class, he'll take that into consideration.

In his time off, he's a pretty secluded person, preferring his own company.

He sticks with his usual hobbies, just with bugs instead of people.

His home is covered in preserved specimens, it's a genuine hobby that hasn't been twisted horrifically.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse likes power and he likes money.

So, with the less psychopathic, sadistic, murderous desires, he's going to be a CEO of some successful business.

It's difficult to picture Jesse in anything but that black suit of his.

However, in that one flashback we get in the second film, it seems that his father was a mortician.

So if certain fetishes hadn't formed, maybe he would take over his father's business, owning his own mortuary.

Otis Driftwood

I think in a world were Otis wasn't already obsessed with death and torture, meeting the Fireflies would have been great for him.

They're an eccentric bunch but they'd love him unconditionally.

Otis doesn't want to do anything big with his life, especially not with his career. He still wants to focus mostly on having fun, so he gets small job to make some money.

Probably working with Spaulding at the gas station or in some dive bar.

That being said, I don't see a world where Otis is a model citizen.

He might not be a murder in this universe but he has a history of violence, stupid bar fights and the like. He's also a bit of a petty thief.

If some drunk leaves his wallet on the bar...he can't not take it.

Baby Firefly

The last thing Baby wants to do it work. She just wants to focus as much time as she can on having fun.

Plus, she can't stay focused on one thing long enough to hold down a job with a real boss.

She knows how to get things for free, how to get other people to pay for things, how to get her family to give her what she needs.

It's in her name! She's the baby of the family, they'd do anything for her.

Her and Otis have mastered the art of petty theft.

The two of them can be quite the con artists when they put their mind to it.

However, I can see her doing the hair, makeup, and nails of local women in the area for some pocket money.

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sowritten · 1 year

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𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

cursing, violence, all that good shit. feel free to adjust as you please!

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

you don't have bad luck.

it's good luck. it's all in how you frame it.

you picked me second?

you have the strangest requests.

hey, this is nice!

it's like I got a compulsion or something.

I have to take it if I see it.

a goldfish biscuit? I mean, I don't understand it.

why didn't you tell me to bring that gun?

you're bleeding, mate.

oh shit, who the fuck did I kill?

I don't bleed.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

they're adaptable, like me.

no one likes lemons.

what's the catch? there's always a catch.

oh well, look at this! sleeping beauty!

technically, we're outside contractors.

you ever watch thomas the tank engine?

I always bring my stickers with me, you know that.

I wanna fucking strangle you right now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

you sound nervous.

you're overthinking it.

you're under-thinking it.

my job is to keep you safe.

I plan on completing my job.

the case, go get me the fucking case.

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you; he needs a reason not to.

that's fucking confusing.

you came here to kill me.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

three words describe our situation right now; do you know what they are?

family's more important than money, right?

let me put this bluntly: there's this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks.

if you mention that one more time I'm going to shoot you in the fucking face.

he asked for pros who wouldn't fuck up.

what do you want?

I'm not in someone else's story, you're all in mine.

deny it all you want, but you work for someone who works for someone else, et cetera et cetera.

I don't know what you think I can do for you.

you're going to kill him for me.

you look so tense.

that sounds dark as shit.

nut up or shut up, bro.

right, so: slight change of plans.

you stabbed me?!

I came here for revenge.

can we just take a time-out here?

I will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.

you are fuckin' excused.

it sounds so easy when you say it.

I'm really good with faces.

we have to have a hard discussion about the caliber of people we're surrounding ourselves with.

why are we whispering?

this rude enough for you, you fucking prick?

shove that hat up your asshole, you hear me?

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

I' can't really hear what you're saying.

I'm just fucking with you, mate.

who the fuck are you?

you look like every white homeless man I've ever seen.

you shot me. you shot me twice.

I shoot a lot of people.

you also have a shootable face.

I've forgiven, I've moved on.

I've always been lucky.

every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

what's your plan here?

I'd like to accept your offer.

simple is better.

I ain't got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.

are you following me?

eat a bag of dicks!

I'm not a diesel, you're a diesel.

jesus christ, you had a bit of a bosh.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

wanna make an easy two hundred bucks?

is this like, a sex thing?

all right, game's up.

the innocent young girl act really doesn't get you very far if you're holding a gun.

I wanted to handle it myself.

you can't control what fate has in store for us.

we're not finished.

this is a complete waste of my time.

unlike you, I'm a professional.

get the fuck off my back, will ya?

we need to deal with that twat right fucking now.

be careful, something else is going on here.

I'm never wrong.

you shoot first, come up with the answers later.

you be careful.

we need boundaries.

I knew my luck would rub off on you.

if the gun doesn't kill him, the case will.

I brought you here to fail.

it's a stupid plan.

it's a brilliant plan.

whatever deal was made, it wasn't done with the normal channels.

there's something else going on here.

did you just say whack?

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

you sure you don't want to talk this out?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and I'm glad you're going to fucking die with me.

why did you even bother trying?

I don't think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose.

I'll do what you want.

you don't know anything about life or how hard it is.

I haven't seen anything like that, I think I'd remember.

I still need a fall guy.

you got a better idea, do you?

I'm finding it very hard to follow this story.

I'm sorry, I get captivated by white girl tears.

I'm really good at reading people and something tells me that you are just not fucking right.

am I dreaming?

I don't know how to shoot a gun.

you are really good, you sure you didn't study?

how do you do that? it's really unbelievable!

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

take that, punk!

you bitch!

you gotta be better prepared!

I'm mansplaining again.

you don't seem like a religious person.

you want me to hold your hand?

are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?

how do you always know what I'm doing?

get off your fucking lazy ass and come here and finish the job yourself.

I want to look into your eyes when I kill you.

I'm so happy to see you.

please help me!

I'm sorry darling, I don't know who the fuck you are.

a pretty girl makes a good hostage.

keep your fucking knickers on.

there's been a diesel causing all sorts of fucking havoc.

it was you the whole fucking time!

what the fuck are you doing?

he said he was going to kill you and blame everything on you.

no one's going to hurt you.

we've got to go, right now!

I don't want to be alone, please!

it's not your fault.

you've got your whole life ahead of you.

make sure you do something that brings you peace.

you're not going to let me get hurt? be honest.

you're creeping me out.

I have survived much more and much worse than you.

I'll fucking kill him myself!

her intentions with you were not honorable.

a blind man could see you were the one in the dark.

I did not need to do anything; fate will do what it wills.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.

he had taken everything from me.

I went into hiding and I looked for a way to strike him out without endangering what I had left.

I did not think fate would ever give me the chance to make things right.

everything that's ever happened to you has lead you here.

that's a shit deal.

am I in hell?

where the fuck is my brother?

I'll shoot you in the fucking throat next time!

I'm fast to kick your ass, I swear to god!

we prepare together or we die alone.

if fate wills, I will get my revenge.

I'll get is the fuck out of here.

what are you going to do?

I'm going to buy us some time.

I came to see you and to make you finally see me.

I built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

I was the one who deserved your attention. your love.

you have never been part of my plan.

I got a bad feeling about this.

why does it always gotta be us to do this shit?

why do you do what you do?

nothing in life is an accident.

I will always come for you.

if you do not control your fate, it will control you.

why are you here?

I do not know why you are here, but move out of my way.

I'm sorry I shot you twice.

you are not ruled by strength, you are ruled by fear.

just let it go, bro!

what is with this fucked-up family?

you need some suggested reading, if I may.

was that karma?

did you come to rescue me?

did you need rescuing?

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

do you think maybe there was a little head trauma?

I think you were right about one thing.

maybe you've learned something after all.

take a fucking bow!

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on percy shelley & human connection & coping through art

to set the mood of this post i must say i'm writing it really quickly on my phone over a bowl of pasta with bread & broccoli & some orange flavored sparkling water & im still dressed in my outdoor wintery clothes (all black, knee boots, wool, silver chains & rings, although i mostly prefer gold jewelry).

so anyway today i've been kind of sad over ppl not replying to my texts & my usual reaction is to say "ok, guess i'll kms, wah wah, cry cry" but this sort of passively cynical joking schtick has gotten old & i would rather occupy myself some other way instead of moping about failed connections or the difficulty of initiating contact with anyone or the struggles of modern socialization as a whole.

instead, i will read the works of percy shelley tonight, and think about how he struggled with all of this over 200 yrs ago. of how hard he struggled to make leigh hunt and lord byron collaborate with him on their journal the liberal, and how he struggled all his life to build a positive community even in spite of years of bullying, ostracization, and family strife - he often felt like giving up, and like human connection was impossible, but he never gave in to apathy and instead he continuously curated his ideal life by seeking out other like-minded people, even when he occasionally embarrassed himself in public or when others were decidely averse to him or lukewarm in their reception. john keats didn't entirely take to him when they met and some of keats' friends straight-up disliked percy for being weird, but percy (though scarcely knowing him) loved keats as a brother-poet nonetheless, was generous to him, wrote one of his masterpieces in his favor, and died with a copy of his poems in his pocket.

percy always reached out to others and was a loyal friend even when others disrespected him or ignored him or just simply didnt love him as much as he did them. his letters to lord byron show how reverent he was to his friend, and how his affection was never returned in quite the same gusto, but, while still trying to keep his self-respect, percy quelled his frustrations and continued his correspondence with byron regardless. percy acted as the mediator between byron and claire even when his stress was so high it weighed heavily on his health. he actively tried to choose to be positive even when the people around him were negative or miserable. like most writers back then, he sent his writing to his idols, and sought mentorship from people he admired, like william godwin and leigh hunt, and he continued to respect them even when they took advantage of him financially (moreso in godwin's case).

anyway what i mean to say is that whenever im feeling lonely or rejected or alienated or socially stupid or am just second-guessing my role in society or whatever whatever whatever, i cling to creativity/art/literature/etc. even harder than i regularly do, because thats what it exists for.

i knew a therapist (not one i saw as a patient, but someone i knew through mutual interests in media/the arts) who said that a certain musical performance we both loved probably saved way more lives than any single therapist ever has. - the performance in question was david bowie's tokyo 1990 live recording of rock n roll suicide, an anti-suicide song (its available on youtube, go watch it lol, he performs it with so much conviction).

any way even though at the end of his life shelley sometimes felt like he was failing to achieve his dream of building a utopian art commune - he actually did succeed in introducing several people to each other in ways that changed peoples lives. his friends jane williams and thomas jefferson hogg got married only through his mutual friendship. whole literary societies have been started in his honor - to this day there are conferences & whatnot that meet annually - his life & writing continues to inspire people and bring them comfort - & he would be extremely proud of that - any artist would. the main goal of any famous dead writer is basically to become the imaginary friend of their future readers & he accomplished that - even though all the time he was wracked with doubt/depression/suicidality/illness/chronic pain, etc. - as a political/philosophical radical, he realized that having hope is one of the most influential & radical things one can do - & i'm glad that, even though this is a person who died over 200 yrs ago, there is at least one person who really resonates with me - even though we're from different centuries, different continents, different sexes, etc. - it's helpful to have positive influences to look up to, especially when they've also struggled in similar ways as you. and although shelley was pretty privileged (rich englishman) he really did struggle a lot mentally & physically - his life was a chaotic mess - and he wasn't perfect at all - but i think he's still inspirational for my previously mentioned reasons - his ceaseless hope. the last poem he was working on was titled the triumph of life, even though he wrote it during a deep depression. the last poem he published in his lifetime was hellas, which he hoped would raise money for the cause of greek war of independence. from the poem:

"Life may change, but it may fly not;

Hope may vanish, but can die not;

Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;

Love repulsed, — but it returneth!"

#percy bysshe shelley #percy shelley #me #?#ramblings #my writing #art #literature #socializing #thoughts #hopepunk #that was shelley #tw suicide mention #opinions #essays #poetry #social anxiety

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theredengineapologist · 3 months

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Ranking Every James I Own

Lego Duplo James:

12/10! MY FAVORITE JAMES! He's cute! He's chonky! He's easily portable! I can push him on a track or without! And he can sit next to my laptop politely as a little desk buddy! Plus, he's got side rods! Adorable and versatile! What more could you want from a little engine?

Easy S-Tier James.

Also! Since he's so big, he can fit doll sunglasses. Which allows me to do silly goofy things with him like this.

Trackmaster Motorized James:

10/10! A solid James!

I'm not sure what year or model he is, but I've had him since childhood (along with Lego Duplo James and Take-Along James). And now, over a decade later, he still works like a charm (albeit, after some cleaning and tinkering). He's not the fastest of my motorized trains, but he is my favorite (duh). I would like to add that he is the fastest of my battery-powered Jameses, so he gets an extra point for that. I love watching him run and carry things. And his gentle wirring noise is quite comforting.

Magnet Take-Along James:

6/10. The Mid-est James. :/

Don't get me wrong! I still love him very much. But against the other James's, he doesn't quite measure up. And the whole point of this post is to pick favorites (and also to show off all my Jameses *cough cough*).

There's nothing wrong with him at all. But just compared to the other James's he's a little basic. I do appreciate the details in his cab though! That's a nice touch!

My favorite thing to do with him is to attach him to the Aquarium train. It's the coolest rolling stock I have, and it makes him feel special.

Battery Powered Wooden Railway(?) James:

9/10! A very cool and interesting James indeed!

This James was a gift from a good irl friend of mine, and is the second new engine I've gotten after getting back into Thomas as an adult! He's a bit strange (/positive) in the sense that I'm not quite sure what line he's supposed to be a part of. I'm guessing Wooden Railway because the style of his wheels looks identical to my other Wooden Railway engines, and also because his tender is made of wood. But truth be told, I don't know for sure.

He starts running by pushing a button (I like pushing buttons). And he has a little light! That's so neat! Another cool thing about him is that he's able to run on my old Trackmaster tracks! So I can watch him go alongside all the others!

The one thing that makes him lose a point is that he's very slow (the slowest of my battery-powered Jameses). But I suppose that can't be helped because he is quite old. But whatever the case, I think he's a very neat James.

AEG Splash Tank Motorized James:

7/10. He gets points for being cute and chonky. The wave details on his paintwork are beautiful and that's why I got him (I can practically feel James preening himself at that comment). However, he loses points for being slow and frequently getting stuck on the tracks 😔 (I know he probably needs his own AEG tracks but shhh.....)

AEG Push-Along James:

10/10! I LOVE HIM! HE'S MY BABY!

He's adorable and small! A real pocket-sized James (and I've checked! He really can fit in my pocket!)! Also his face is just adorable! Very squishy looking!

Now I can already hear you saying, "Randy! The take-along James is also smol! Why is the AEG James ranked higher?" Well, it's for 1 reason: the hooks. To me, the hook feels more stable than the magnet, so I can carry AEG James around in my hand or my pocket without worrying about his tender falling off.

But most importantly, the hooks allow me to do my favorite activity: hooking up my AEG James to my AEG Edward and letting them puff around my house together.

LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AT THEM BEING HUSBANDS! Edward puffs in the front, and James is his back engine, just like many of their HIT-era episodes together. AEG Push-Along engines letting me live out my 2x5 fantasies fr ❤💙

#ttte merch #thomas and friends #ttte james #ttte #thomas the tank engine #james the red engine #redengineposts #long post

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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thomas hewitt and bubba sawyer with a s/o who basically worships the basement and calls it "bubba's basement" or "the hewitt catacomb". they say they can start a cult out of the sacred place and are like "if i must die, put me down here"

definitely not refrencing dbd

S/o basement cult

I don’t play dbd- I tried to look up the reference but couldn’t find it… if this isn’t what you wanted I’ll totally redo it if you want

Tw: cursing? Perhaps a bit of implied spicy time

Bubba

•Bubba would find it really cute and funny

•Anytime he's working down there and you run in chanting “Bubba’s Basement!” makes him blush a little

•He likes that you enjoy being in his work area! Now you can sit on his lap and snuggle while he works!

•He doesn’t know what the word ‘sacred’ means but he’ll just nod and smile as if he does-

•If you tell him you could start a cult based around the basement he’d be both giggly and slightly concerned

•On the giggly side he’d totally play along and maybe even sew you something, he’d help out in making this pretend cult, wait it is pretend right?

•but on the concerned side he’s a little nervous that you like the basement more than you like him, he's an insecure boy! Do you just like him because of the basement…?

•Obiously once you reassure him that's not the case it better not be he’ll hug you close to his chest too tight bubba!

• “If I'm like, dying, put me in the basement.”

•Never say anything remotely like that to bubba EVER

•He’ll cry at just the thought of you dying or getting hurt, your breaking his lil heart Y/n!! T^T

Thomas

•He’d be confused, so very confused, even he doesn’t like the basement, and you do?

•He’s going to try his best to keep you out of there, that is a no Y/n zone!

•But you inevitably sneak in again, and by sneaking in I mean T posing and singing “the Hewitt catacomb!” in a classical tune-

•if you mentioned making a cult for the basement I think Thomas would be low key scared

•will try to get you interested in other, not creepy, things

•he doesn’t judge any of your hobbies but the thought of you making an actual cult about the basement stresses him tf out

• “Tommy, if I’m dying one day for some reason, put me in the basement.”

•similar to Bubba, DON'T SAY THAT

•big man will defensively huff and go to cry alone

•did you think he was going to kill you? Were you afraid of him? Was this whole cult thing just to ‘please’ him because you're scared?

•all of his insecurities run rampant in his mind

•rub his back and tell him it was a joke it’s a joke right?

•he’ll relax and hold you to his chest, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck

•prepare for feather light kisses tickling ur neck <3

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sege-h · 9 months

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Alright this post has been ruminating in my brain for at least 2 months now and I finally have the time/focus to make it.

And it all spawned from seeing Tristamp fans going ‘Old Trigun fans only hate the new one because it changes so much from the manga, as if their beloved ‘98 version didn’t do that too’ so

As someone that’s never read the manga* (*I’ve started reading it but I’m not really far in) that knows that ain’t it and is proof of it, I’m about to go into why I don’t like the latest iteration of Trigun

So like. If you’re a fan and hate perspectives other than ‘Omg I love this show it’s SO good’, probably don’t read this

Creature design

Putting this in first because it’s probably what could be considered my most minor gripe with the show out of everything.

The creature design for the bugs? Excellent! Love it!

But then you get to...the Thomas Look at this, this is a goddamn Creature

They’ve got fun weird designs, and their heads are actually fukken Tiny-located at the ‘beak’ of their masks, and they don’t even look bird-like under there!

So it’s really disappointing when a studio that’s shown they can do great creature design comes up with....this...

Just. A blue emu. With such low color contrast between the beak and the feathers that it could get mistaken for a ‘base texture’ model. Like. C’mon.

But again that’s what could be considered my most minor of complaints so I’ll just move along to my next topics

The Human Typhoon

So. Vash already has a bounty on him at the start of this series- as he usually does. But like...why...?

He doesn’t really do much gunslinging in this series, he kinda just goes around and helps people-- which yes he does in the original series too, and people in towns already know/like him. But the difference is-- the season finale reveals that all the events in Tristamps first season took place before the events at July. So why is Vash already wanted with a huge bounty on his head? The whole ‘oh people keep mistaking Knives for him’ feels pretty flimsy since they don’t really look or act similar- and whole towns seem to know Vash just from him stopping by. He’s kind of just. Some depressed guy that goes around helping people.

Which is another thing. Tristamps Vash really is just Some Depressed Guy.

Yes ‘98 Vash is depressed too, but he hides all this, along with his rage, underneath the mask of a goofy clumsy doofus. It’s part of what makes him so interesting as a character. You watch what he does, you see all the ‘clumsy mistakes’ he makes that end up saving either himself or others that you KNOW are deliberate moves on his part, you see all the moments where you know there’s anger bubbling under the surface that he never lets loose, all the excellent gunmanship that never turns lethal even though it’d be so easy for him to mow down anyone that threatens him. And you have pieces of what’s lying under the mask that you have to start putting together.

You have a man that’s gotten very good at hiding his feelings, and his past and the things that haunt him.

Which is why it was so jarring that at the end of episode one, Tristamp’s Vash gets asked ‘what are you scared of?’ and just immediately answers ‘I have a brother.’ and in the next episode he’s just ready to answer a reporter’s questions about it and about himself.

I was just like...really??? He just immediately spills this to people he met 5 minutes ago???

There’s just so much of Vash’s nuance that’s stripped away completely from his character here- and he’s not the only one but I’ll get into that later.

And he’s just really...timid. Which- there’s nothing wrong with timid characters. But in Vash’s case it’s another case of this show’s ‘nuance-be-gone’ showing.

Vash is a pacifist, refusing to kill people in a world full of people that’d shoot him dead without batting an eye. And as you get a whiff of that rage of his that lies beneath the surface, you wonder why.

Tristamp Vash just really...doesn’t even get comically angry over things- again because he doesn’t even have the emotional mask Vash usually has. And he doesn’t do much gunslinging either, at least not until the final episode of the season.

He’s entirely too trusting for someone that’s been through the things he has. Vash as a character, at least from my POV, is a bit more complex with his trust. He trusts people with the chance to do the right thing. But he doesn’t trust people with himself- again going back to the fact Tristamp Vash just immediately goes ‘I have a brother’. And while he trusts people with the chance to do the right thing, he doesn’t just assume anyone Would take that chance. So Tristamp Vash just going ‘I know Wolfwood is a good person I see it in his eyes :)’ was equally jarring when he’s only known Wolfwood for like 5 minutes, just like with Roberto and Meryl

And I frankly just miss Vash bickering with someone like Wolfwood, instead of whatever’s happening in Tristamp where it feels like Wolfwood keeps trying to start to bicker with Vash only for Vash to be all ‘Wolfwood... <:)’ at him despite having just met him

It was fun, Vash finding a dude who’s so similar to him that he can spot his fake smile from a mile away, yet opposite in some ways and then just bickering with him was fun

Wolfwood has any nuance taken away from him as well-he was a guy that was sent to keep an eye on Vash and to kill him if he got the order to, that spent enough time with Vash that they end up being friends, and he frustrated because that was never supposed to happen.

But Stampede rushes through it’s own story set up so fast that he’s just left being kind of the edgy guy that hangs around and yells at Vash, and they want us to see them as friends because??? I don’t know, because that’s how the story is supposed to go, and we have no time for ‘show don’t tell’.

Vash and Knives

Speaking of lost nuances in relationships. Knives’ attitude towards Vash is a lot less compelling in this show to me.

I can’t speak on anything that goes on in the manga, so again that’s not even my ‘Old Trigun fan hates Stampede because of this’ issue.

To me it just seemed like Stampede Knives saw Vash as less than him. Like something broken that needs to be fixed, or remade into something ‘better’ and on his level.

Which...I don’t know. To me that’s a lot less compelling-- especially as Stampede Knives still thinks plants like him are superior to humans! But still treats his brother, who’s the same being as him, as less. He even seems to treat other plants as less, as just fodder for his plans.

That’s a lot less compelling than a guy that thinks plants, any plants, independent like him and Vash or not, as superior to humans. The contrast there is just a lot more fun to me- of Vash, who doesn’t think he’s superior to anyone, and Knives, his twin brother that thinks they’re superior to humans and that Vash should just join him in destroying them already. Knives didn’t think Vash needed to be fixed or that he was less-- he saw Vash as his equal, but just thought he was lost in a delusional phase where he tries to live alongside humans. And he did think it was just a fleeting phase- that one day Vash would see his own superiority and abandon them after he’s had all his fun. It was just that that day wasn’t coming fast enough for Knives’ liking, so he tried to break Vash and make him ‘realize’ humans aren’t worth his time and that he should just join his brother already.

The Plants

This maybe could’ve gone under ‘creature designs’ but it didn’t quite fit because the plants are both creatures but also environments.

I don’t quite mind the designs of the plants as creatures in Stampede.

But I don’t like what they did with the environment they’re kept in at all.

I miss the giant light bulbs that stuck out of the remnants of old space ships, and how they both looked fragile due to their design but were also way too big to make stealing them be just a simple feat.

How there was no way to go into a town and be unaware of them, but any regular person would still be unaware of just what plants are

The plants in Stampede are just...they’re just the tumor device from Homestuck. Which I know sounds like an unhinged sentence so here’s a visual for what I mean

Corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures

Which isn’t a bad design in general but to me it’s a bad design for something that contains plants

Tropes

That’s what everyone in Stampede is. Just walking tropes without any character actually attached to them-- I keep talking about the loss of character and nuance in this show, and that’s all it really boils down to. It’s not just one or two characters that are stripped of it, it’s all of them. They’re walking tropes, and the writers keep acting like they’re characters with connections that they only ever tell us about instead of showing us or actually developing them like.

Wolfwood is just some edgy guy that keeps being angry at Vash, but no wait actually they’re friends and Wolfwood would go into battle with him.

He and Livio are adoptive brothers but we are told this rather than shown-- I’m a sucker for story beats like these so you know something’s wrong when it doesn’t tug on my heartstrings as much as it should. Wolfwood seems more ready to kill Livio- his childhood friend and adoptive brother, than he is Vash who he met a day ago and is supposed to be ready to kill.

Roberto is a drunkard that keeps not even using Meryl’s name and keeps mocking her for being a ‘rookie’. But no wait actually he cares for her deeply, like an adoptive father would even, and also she respects him too! It means so much to her when he calls her by name!

Like don’t even get me started on Roberto. I hated him, and as a character made up entirely for this show, what the writers do with all of them is the most obvious with him.

Like he spends the entire show being drunk, constant one liners of ‘rookie the world is a shithole’ and burping and lines that make me livid like ‘whoop, noob down’ in Fucking 2023

And then comes the moment where he dies. And he leaves Meryl with some parting advice, and a gun. And you realize. Oh. The writers wanted us to see Roberto as just ‘the tired dad or maybe tired uncle’. But they never actually did any character development or character moments that show this, or even develop it in the first place. They’re jumping straight from point A to point Z

All the characters are just building blocks or crumbs of who they’re supposed to be. I’ve seen so much fanart and memes from people that have only watched Stampede that would fit PERFECTLY with their ‘98 counterparts. Because the crumbs for what these characters are IS there, and fandom is incredibly good at building entire characters out of any crumbs a writer gives them but....that usually applies to like side characters and background characters. Meanwhile these are your MAIN CHARACTERS! You’re supposed to have more than just crumbs for characters when they’re your main cast, especially after a season!

I could say some things about how shipping factors into this, but I’d rather not get viciously mauled by shippers, so I won’t

Episode 1 is just bait for old fans

Literally from the very first teaser for it. You get everything I complained Vash lacked earlier, and then some, and it’s just in this one episode.

You get fun western-y music. You get Vash showing his skills, and actually firing his guns. You get him being a doofus, and pulling expressions like this

Which is like...God. GOD I miss Vash pulling funny and exaggerated expressions! Especially since this shows us they CAN push the models like that, and it looks so fun! And then they just. Don’t do it again.

They pull you in with ‘yes this is a different show, but still has some of the Trigun things you love in it!’ and then they don’t do it again for the rest of the season. No ‘who the hell even is this guy’ feats of gunmanship, no fun times, no exaggerated fun expressions, and no Vash yelling and being a doofus...which is the other thing

Voice acting

Everyone’s kind of. Subdued in that department. Like they could do more but they just don’t do it. And so does Vash. You get Johnny Yong Bosch to reprise his very first VA role, and then you don’t even let him go all out or really have any scenes that’d LET him go all out? I think that should be a crime

You have scenes here and there where you get to hear him do his ‘a panicked Vash is running’ noises and those are good but it leaves you wishing we had more scenes where he could be a goof

And then in the season finale he finally FINALLY gets to yell and have some emotion but even that feels just a tad held back

But the voice acting issue could be entirely because Crunchyroll especially loves to live up to the ‘Crunch’ in its name which is a whole other can of worms that’s not related to Trigun alone so. I’m gonna let it slide

Jesus, Sege, is there anything you DO like in Stampede?

I like the worm creature design! And I like Zazie. Zazie is definitely the best thing about Stampede and I like that they kinda set up a third party in the whole humans vs. plants thing by just being the insect creatures that have lived on Gunsmoke long before the ships crashed. The planet was theirs, and now they suddenly have two new species on it, and one of the new species is trying to wage war and destruction on the other, so they’re just trying to figure out which one will be more beneficial to them. I think that’s fun.

I also like the animation! I love what they’ve done with the 3D-- before this series whenever I tried to get into a series with animation that’s like ‘its CG but it’s looking like 2D animation’ I just couldn’t get into it. I could never figure out what it was about the style that kinda put me off. But I finally did it with this series!

I...like the final season 1 episode? Maybe? I have issues with it but honestly I think Vash getting to yell, and fire his gun as part of a big fight scene was such a breath of fresh air after the whole season that I just didn’t care

I like the music but it also feels like I have to just listen to the OST to actually get to hear music other than the Jenora Rock Resistance and Knives’ theme, it doesn’t feel very prominent in the show

Conclusion

Stampede is just. Not a good show. Not ‘not a good Trigun show’, just plain not a good show. If I’d never seen ‘98 Trigun earlier this year, I’d still have all the issues with it that don’t have to do with Trigun related things like the Thomas or the plant environmental designs or the character dynamics. I’d still think the characters are just walking tropes and that the writers want the payoff without any of the buildup or development, I’d still think it’s jarring how quick Vash is to trust people with his past, or trust that Wolfwood is good. I’d still be glad Roberto is dead because I’d still hate him.

It’s not just me theorizing on ‘what ifs’, I think it’s the most evident that I’d have the same emotions by how I reacted to the Livio episode. I haven’t gotten to him in the manga, and he isn’t in the ‘98 anime. I have nothing to compare that episode to, but it still left me feeling like the writers wanted payoff without development.

If I’d never seen Trigun ‘98, I’d have probably dropped this series after the first season, if not the first few episodes.

But having seen Trigun ‘98, I’m left morbidly curious as to what the plans are for the story. It’s like watching someone put together a puzzle by mixing the pieces around, and they’re still making an image form so you’re just curious as to wtf this thing will look like once it’s completed compared to the picture on the box.

So I’m kind of just along for the ride now even though the ride keeps crashing every 5 minutes

#Sege rants

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Can you tell me something about Talon Dick? Anything really, just want to know more about him and I love to read your posts where you talk about DC characters and whatnot

That's such a heartwarming compliment anon, thank you ♥ I don't have all that many info about Talon Dick Grayson (and as far as I can see there isn't much about him on the internet in general), but I'll do my best to let you on what little I know about him.

So Talon is, as you might know, a name used by many characters in the DC universe. Dick is by no means the only one. The iterations that interest us in this case are the Talon of the Court of Owls, an undead assassin who can be pulled in and out of hibernation as it suits their masters, and mainly Talon as in Owlman's sidekick.

But who actually is Owlman? In the DC Omniverse there's multiple "Earths" (in the sense that there are multiple dimensions, and so multiple versions of Earth as we know it), and one of these is known as Earth 3. What's special about it is that most of what we know about the DC Characters is reversed - the Justice League is instead the Crime Syndicate, a group of superpowered individuals who got together and villainously rule over the world; Jim Gordon is a mafia boss instead of a cop; the Joker (here he´s called Jokester I believe) is still mental but he devoted his life to fight crime, and instead of Bruce Wayne, who survived that fateful night in Crime Alley was the eldest son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, aka Thomas Wayne Jr. Now as far as I understood, there are two versions of the Talon Dick Grayson who operated as Owlman's sidekick.

pre-crisis Owlman had a sidekick of unknown name, but they were killed by Jokester. So Thomas recruited Dick who was already a criminal, gave him the identity of Talon, and they worked together for a time as a criminal lord and his henchman. Only at some point Dick fell in love with Jokester's daughter and they both had to run away, ending up joining the Teen Titans. I'm not sure what happened to both of them after that.

post-crisis This one is my favorite version. Thomas, being the deeply fucked up individual that he is, went one night at the circus and saw how good this Grayson kid was at swinging the trapeze and flying like a little bird. He decided that he wanted him for himself, and so the next time the Flying Graysons performed Thomas rigged their equipment, causing them to fall to their deaths so that he could step in, and adopt a devastated and orphaned young Dick. Dick went on to be Thomas' loyal shadow and in the following years he helped Owlman build his empire of crime. Only at some point and for unknown reasons (I like to think it's because he thought Talon entirely belonged to him at that point) Thomas revealed to Dick to be the murderer of his parents. It backfired and caused Dick to run away, but he was captured and then killed by Jokester (who was seeking revenge for the death of his partner at the hands of Owlman), and gruesomely chopped up and sent piece by piece to Thomas.

Prime Earth Or post reboot if you will, keeps the post-crisis backstory for Talon Dick Grayson as far as I understood. If you read Forever Evil (which I recommend - everyone and their mom acts completely out of character but it's such a fun read), you'll know that Owlman has taken quite the special interest in a captive Dick Grayson. He's lost his Talon (after making the mistake of revealing to be his parents´ murderer), and now he's decided that Nightwing!Dick will make for a suitable substitute. Dick is obviously not thrilled about it, and the interesting(?) part is how Owlman's attempted manipulation and physical violence is mirrored by how Bruce himself is violent and extremely manipulative with Dick, soon after the whole issue with the Crime Syndicate is solved, when he needs to force/convince him to do what Bruce wants him to do.

When it comes to the Court of Owls, keep in mind that Scott Snyder (who's the one who came up with the whole thing) was mainly inspired by Earth 3, Owlman and Talon Dick Grayson. Indeed the Gray Son Of Gotham and Lincoln March, who might or might not actually have been Thomas Wayne Jr, were conceptually reminiscent to their Earth 3 namesakes. Dick was supposed to become a Talon - as mentioned before, an undead assassin used by the Court of Owls whenever they needed him - but he obviously never did. Details on that are another story for another post :)

This is more or less all I know. Everything else is my personal headcanon, like how Owlman on Earth 3 is actually the Grandmaster of the Court of Owls and uses his Talon as a weapon to do his bidding, and doesn't really perceive him as a sidekick or anything like that. They have a verily abusive relationship where Dick is not allowed to directly interact with anyone save for Thomas and Alfred (unless it's a victim Talon has been sent to threaten, torture or kill), and he's generally treated in between a prized possession and a powerful but ultimately disposable weapon. There's a lot of stockholm/lima syndrome and brainwashing involved, and lots of angst. Yep, I'm writing a fic about it. Yep, there's Sladick in there too. I guess I can't help myself lol.

#long post #thanks a lot for asking anon #my asks #my dc meta #if anyone reading this knows more about Talon Dick Grayson of Earth 3 please do add to this post and feel free to correct me about anything #talon dick grayson #thomas wayne jr #owlman #earth 3

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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Fight Club | Genshin Characters x Reader HCs

Plot: your beloved watches you fight

Characters: Zhongli, Beidou, Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, and Childe

Word count: 2,439

Warnings: none tbh, let me know if there’s anything

A/N: ... these are gonna get long, aren’t they?

Tags: @prismarts @mxcheese @pavo-ocell-me @lady-of-a-castle

Headcanons

ZHONGLI

Tbh, he’s got a slight sense of pride

He’s confident in your abilities

He knows that you’re capable

You can take care of yourself in a fight, and he’s proud of u

That said

He is also mildly concerned?

He doesn’t enjoy seeing you get hurt on the rare occasion when it happens

He also doesn’t verbalize this

Or express it at all, really

After all, it isn’t too much of a concern for him

So he watches your back from the sidelines

Just in case

And of course

He will fight at your side

He may also lecture you on fighting techniques of old

While you’re fighting

Which would be annoying if it was anyone else

But he’s got the voice to make it work

And he’s cute, so

He gets away with it

He also points out that specific things that you do while fighting have a historical precedence

Which is always neat

Maybe not so neat while you’re fighting, but oh well

Zhongli will also tell you fun facts about your weapon

Anyway, once you’re done fighting he’s like

A little bit playful

Tells you you did a good job

You fight good lmao

He’ll also check you over for injuries

And he’s so subtle about it that you don’t even notice

It’s like he can see through you, it’s wild

You kinda love it

Especially because when he’s done, he’ll offer you his arm and take you out for food

(say thank you to childe and/or hu tao, bc you know zhongli isn’t actually paying lmao)

BEIDOU

She’s so into it

She loves watching you fight! She loves seeing how strong you are

Every hit you make, every strike, every movement

It all makes her more excited

She’s basically bouncing up and down, it’s adorable

She’ll absolutely cheer you on

And!

She’ll absolutely fight beside you

She loves fighting with you

She loves that you have each other’s backs

If you’re in a fight, she will 100% jump in with you, she isn’t afraid to do so, she’s your fuckin partner in romance and on the battle field

And she will kiss you mid-fight if you let her

It’s fantastic, it’s cute, we stan

Also

She’s not kidding with that voice line about trading tactics

She’s always ready to teach you things, and/or to learn from you

And!

She’s almost always ready and willing to spar with you

To keep your skills sharp!

There’s no other reason

It’s definitely not because she gets a kick out of pinning you to the ground and watching you blush while she teases you, nooooooooooooooooooooooo

She may also want you to step on her? Idk, more research needs to be done

Anyway

This one is a bit unrelated, but

She also loves to take you drinking after you fight

It’s a celebration of your mutual badassery!

Also it’s just

Fun

She likes drinking with you, even when it isn’t after a fight

And speaking of post-fight activities

Your girl will quickly check you over for injuries before you go anywhere

She’s got a keen eye, too, so don’t bother trying to hide your dramatic side injury, she’ll see it

And she’ll whisk you off to the nearest doctor, picking you up with her pirate lady strength

You don’t have a choice, you’re seeing a doctor

And then you can have your alcohol of choice

It’s sweet though, she’ll hold your hand, we love to see it

KAEYA

Watches you.

With great interest.

See, he’s trying to keep up his whole

Funky mystery man appearance on the outside

But on the inside?

He’s lying on his stomach, on his bed, kicking his legs back and forward, doodling his first name with your last name in glitter gel pen

You’re

You’re kind of his poor little meow meow

Badass and murder-y, but he’s into it

So yeah

Whenever you fight

He just watches you with full heart eyes

You are the best thing he’s ever seen

But he won’t tell you that

Idk what it is, he’s just secretive about it

He’ll also back you up in a fight if you need it

Which you rarely do, so he rarely does

But that’s another thing he’s watching for

For any time you need his help

Anyway

After you’re done with your fight, he never fails to come over and say somethin kinda snarky

It’s a compliment, don’t get me wrong

He’s just a little shit about it

“Wow, (Y/N), you really can take care of yourself”

“Not bad, not bad at all,” but in a slightly surprised tone, because he likes irritating you for fun

Anyway, while kaeya is being a dick

He also checks to make sure you’re okay

He tries to be subtle about it because he has a reputation to maintain

But he’s

Not

Subtle

At all

In the slightest

It’s almost funny tbh

And it is very cute

He just circles you like a damn vulture, checking you over for injuries

To anyone else, it looks like he’s judging you

But you know it’s something else

And even if you didn’t, he would make sure you knew by checking you over properly once the two of you get home

DILUC

He.

Does.

Not.

Enjoy.

It.

He’s so concerned for your safety holy shit

He knows you can take care of yourself

He knows you’re competent, capable

He knows you have the skills necessary to win most fights

But accidents can happen

More than accidents, anything can happen

You could come across an opponent that’s stronger than you

You could slip in the rain

You could fall onto a sword (yours or someone else's, it doesn’t matter)

You could run into a gang of 50 abyss mages and get your shit wrecked

Anything and everything could go wrong and he Doesn’t. Like. It.

And i mean

He has his reasons

Y’know who else was competent and could take care of themselves?

HIS DAD

AND HIS DAD DIED

So pls forgive him for being concerned about you

That said

He has no control over whether or not you fight

He isn’t your parent, he isn’t your legal guardian, he isn’t your boss, he has no control over you

He’ll try to prevent it

But, i mean, you live in teyvat

It’s kind of inevitable

And there’s only so much he can do to keep you safe, anyway

Especially if you’re the type who enjoys fighting

When you do fight

Which you do

He’s always ready to back you up

Just say the word, and he’s at your side, helping you kick ass and take names

He also makes sure you’re okay after

And, unlike kaeya, he doesn’t even try to be subtle

He’s all over you, checking for injuries

Asking if you’re okay

He takes your face in his hands and presses F to examine

It’s almost funny how meticulous he is

And it’s most definitely sweet

He just wants you to be okay gdi

ITTO

Holy FUCK he’s so into it

He loves watching you fight

So much

Whereas kaeya actively tries to hide heart eyes, itto

Doesn’t give a shit

He’ll adore and admire you loudly and no one can stop him

Watching you fight just sparks a sense of pride in him

Look at you!!

You’re his partner!!

And you’re a fucking badass!!

Whenever you fight he becomes the embodiment of those “that’s my wife/husband/spouse!!!” memes

He’s so proud, it’s not even funny

And

Unlike some others on this list

He will tell you that he’s proud of you

Both during the fight, and after

He wants you to know that you did a good job, and that he loves you

Even if you lose, he’s still proud

It’s very comforting to know, honestly, that even if you fail, he’ll always be proud

Anyway

Fun fact about itto: He will, 100%, cheer you on

He doesn’t care if you’re fighting a hilichurl or kujou sara herself, he will cheer you on, and he will be cute about it

Fucker will make you laugh in the middle of a battle while you’re trying not to get hit and you can’t even get mad at him

He’s too pretty for that

Another fun fact: watching you fight kinda gets his competitive side going

And it’s not that he wants to fight you!

He doesn’t want to fight you!

He’s on your team

And what he wants

Is for your team

To kick the other team’s ass

It’s delightful

And it adds on to the cheering

And

If you let Itto fight with you?

HOOOOOO BOY

This mf will show off so much

He’ll go all out if it’s for you

Honestly, he might just end up carrying you through the fight? Either way, it’s a good time

(and i mean, kinda does it because he wants you to be proud of him, so there you go)

And if the situation is more serious and calls for less showboating, itto can still help you take care of things, he’s just a bit more serious about it

He still makes puns and jokes tho

Anyway

When it comes to the end of a fight

Itto is,,, less careful when it comes to checking you over

He kinda just gives you a once over, and if nothing appears seriously wrong, he’ll just keep talking to you

So if you get a dramatic injury in an easy to conceal place, please tell him

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he just

Trusts you to tell him lmao

THOMA

Ok, listen

He isn’t as concerned as diluc, but he is concerned

He knows you can take care of yourself, and he trusts you to do so

But he knows accidents happen, and he wants you to be careful

And honestly?

Whenever/if ever he asks you to be careful

He’s so nice about it that you actually start to be more careful

You just feel bad putting yourself in danger

Damn it, thoma, now who’s gonna make the heroic sacrifice?

Not you, that’s for sure

Anyway

Since thoma is more chill about you fighting

He will encourage you!

Like itto and beidou, he’ll cheer you on!

He knows you can win whatever fight you’re in, and he wants to make sure you know that, too!

He’s so soft for you, it’s adorable

Now

Even though he has faith in your abilities

There are times when you need him to back you up

When you need him to watch your back

And he is always down for that

He’ll make little jokes with you while you’re in the middle of a battle

Is it the right time? Not really, but you don’t mind, because you love thoma and his jokes

And he loves you right back!

So much so that he might get distracted by watching you fight

Because, y’know

It’s hot

He might try to be subtle about it, but he can’t really hide the awe on his face

Nor can he tear his eyes from your figure as you cut down your opponents

Actually

Please watch his back while he’s watching your back

He’ll get so distracted by you that he might get hit, and no one wants that

The Kamisato estate would grind to a halt without him :(

Anyway

After a fight, he’ll definitely check you over for injuries

He doesn’t try to be subtle

He just checks you over, gently

Looking over your limbs

His hands run gently up and down your arms

And his fingers interlocking with yours

Anyway

If you are injured, he’ll get help

And if it’s something he can help with, he absolutely will

He’s very soft with you, and he might even crack a joke about how you need to be more careful

And then

When he’s done

He takes your face in his hands

And just

Squints at you for a second

And when you ask what’s up he just

Pokes you

Says “boop”

And laughs

The auDACITY

Jk, it’s cute

And maybe you get a kiss as an apology, you don’t know

CHILDE

…

We all know exactly what i’m about to say

If beidou, kaeya, and itto are into you fighting

Then childe is

He’s more than into it

He sees you in a fight and he just gets ecstatic

He’ll cheer you on, he’ll call out strategies

And he’ll watch you with fierce intensity

This boy is biting his lip watching the way your body moves as you fight off the enemy

There is little hotter to him than you covered in someone else’s blood, victorious after a fight

He’s so into it, it’s not even funny

There are no jokes i can make

He’s just into it

And he isn’t really concerned for your safety

Of course he doesn’t want you to get hurt, but y’know

He trusts your skills

And he trusts that if something bad happened, you’d tell him

And the matter would be dealt with swiftly

Besides, if/whenever you’re in danger, he’ll usually hop in the fight with you

He likes watching you fight, but he likes fighting at your side even more

Honestly, it’s part of how he flirts

It’s almost like a dance, really

The way the two of you move together on the battlefield

You know each other well enough to stay coordinated

You can basically predict what the other person will do next and plan accordingly

It’s a beautiful sight

And a scary one

The two of you together are a terrifying team, and he knows this

And he loves it

He’ll also cheer you on during the fight

He’ll tell you you’re doing an amazing job

He’ll tell you you look hot

Cute shit like that

Once the fight is over, he checks you over for injuries

And he’s usually pretty casual about it unless the fight was more intense

But generally

He just spins you in a little circle

Or like

Spins a circle around you

And makes sure you’re unharmed

And once he’s sure

He kisses you (passionately) and compliments the way you kick ass

Honestly

He kinda wants you to kick his ass

Speaking of which

Like beidou

Childe will absolutely spar with you

Honestly, he’ll do it more than beidou

It’s another way that he flirts

He just likes the feeling of his blood pumping through his veins, rushing as he goes to counter your attack

And no matter who wins

No matter who comes out on top (literally)

It’s always a victory for him

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