#just a mother taking care of her sick child‚ so wholesome

[kostektyw]

Ectoberhaunt 2022 - Purify

#just a mother taking care of her sick child‚ so wholesome #danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #ectoberhaunt22 #EH order #Day 7 #Purify #my draws #kostek original

[woodchipp]

A CRITIQUE OF OMORI, PART 3: MARI AND THE TRUTH

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OMORI spends a considerable amount of time trying to ingratiate you to Mari as a character. In Headspace, she plays a motherly role to Omori and the gang, providing endless positivity and advice to the party whenever they take a break at her picnic blanket; at one point, Kel even begs Hero not to tell Mari about him and Aubrey knocking Basil over the same way a child would beg someone else to not tell their mother after messing up. In the real world, everyone who knew her only ever speaks of her as being kind and gentle, and the official walkthrough guide even calls her “the glue that holds everyone together”.

As wholesome as all of that may seem at first glance, this is one of the main problems with Mari’s writing: the game tries to get you to love her so hard that it comes off as overly aggressive character shilling. For instance, during the second picnic Omori and his friends can have with Mari en route to Basil’s house, Basil wishes to be more like Mari and notes that she always seems to have everything under control, Hero compliments her on how she always makes everything look easy, and Aubrey describes her as "effortlessly graceful". As with Basil summing up each of the characters via flowers, the game spells out the character’s personality for you right at the start rather than allowing you to parse it for yourself over the course of the story.

[Pictured: complex and nuanced characterization.]

[How should I know? I literally just met her a few minutes ago.]

If the shilling had been limited to Headspace, it could’ve been a powerful narrative tool to show how much Sunny idolizes his big sister and foreshadow that his perception of her is unreliable. The problem is that what we learn about her in the real world reinforces said unreliable perception; as with the photo album and the main characters’ childhood, the narrative paints the real Mari as too impossibly perfect of a person to be remotely believable. Not only did she switch beds with her brother when the latter started to have difficulty falling asleep, she also let him sleep with her when he had nightmares, took the blame for him breaking one of their mother’s vases and even saved him from drowning once. She also bought Basil his signature photo album, bought Sunny a giant building block set as a gift for one of his birthdays, carried Sunny back home after he fell asleep on the bus, pitched in along with Sunny's other friends to buy him a violin for Christmas, was the perfect match for Hero and generally served as the group’s caring mother figure in the real world as well. C’mon, love her already!

Of course, such a flawless angel is too good for this sinful earth. That is why, after spending the entirety of its runtime building up to Mari having killed herself due to her own mental issues, the game pulls a last-minute plot twist and reveals that Sunny accidentally killed her by shoving her down the stairs during an argument they had over Sunny breaking his violin on the day of a recital they were to perform at. As evidenced by the datamined text from the “Truth” photo album, the game gives no consideration to Mari’s perspective on the matter and only focuses on Sunny’s feelings. It’s all about how he was overcome, how his fingers were shaking in pain and how he was sick of practicing over and over. How did Mari feel when she saw her brother destroy the fruit of her and his friends’ hard work in one fell swoop? How did she feel being perpetually dissatisfied with the waltz she obsessively practiced, trying to reach the unreachable standards she set for herself? These are questions the game doesn’t bother answering, because Sunny and his feelings are of central priority to the story at all times, even if it comes at the expense of other characters, their own feelings or even logic. 

(speaking of logic, the game never explains why Sunny and Mari were arguing at the top of the staircase in the first place. the piano room, which is most likely where the two practiced since Mari's piano is located there, is on the first floor of their house, while Photo of an Argument shows them them having said argument on the second one. peak writing)

Additionally, the story fails to properly establish just how strenuous violin practice was for Sunny. The only bit of set-up for the argument the game provides during the main story is Lost Library's “Saturday morning cartoons” book, which isn’t much and requires the player to make a giant leap from “Sunny doesn’t like violin practice because he misses out on watching cartoons with his friends” to “violin practice physically hurts Sunny and he resents Mari for her perfectionism”. Likewise, the narrative’s prior and consistent portrayal of Mari as flawless is incompatible with the plot twist’s insinuation that she overworked Sunny and was harsh on him when he made mistakes, which makes the twist feel even more inorganic than it already is.

If the game left the twist at Sunny shoving Mari down the stairs, that probably would’ve been enough. However, it subsequently inserts Basil into the scene, him having bore witness to the argument and Mari’s murder. This doesn’t make sense on a logistical level because the game never explains how Basil managed to get inside Sunny’s house and why he was there in the first place. Not only does Basil not try to call an ambulance/find the nearest adult to help, he comes up with a plan to cover up Mari’s murder by framing it as a suicide. Basil’s multi-step plan is not something one would come up with in a situation of high anxiety and stress: it feels nearly premeditated, and at no step of the way does Basil seem to have had second thoughts, like one would if they were acting irrationally. Furthermore, the sheer tonal dissonance created by the fact that Basil of all people came up with an idea this demented isn’t disturbing as much as it is absurd. It reeks of the writer assuming that a topic like murder instantly makes a story Deep and Complex without putting any thought into it, and it seems Basil was written into the twist solely to absolve Sunny of any responsibility for the cover-up. 

Finally, the game inadvertently implies that Mari's suicide wasn't investigated properly, if at all. The clues indicating that she didn't hang herself are obvious, such as the fact that she seemingly used a jumping rope and her stockings being clean as opposed to stained with grass and mud from the ground around the tree. Such a break from reality isn't much of a significant problem, but it does become rather conspicuous once you notice it. Fans tend to theorize that Sunny's parents somehow knew the truth and possibly bribed the police into dropping the case, but there isn't enough concrete evidence to support this theory.

The knowledge of the twist is imperative to understanding just how aggressive and transparent the shilling becomes. Some of the most notable moments that explicitly demonstrate what the player is meant to think about Mari include divine light shining down on her grave in the town’s cemetery, her farewell to Sunny at the end of the North Lake segment, where she is briefly shown walking on water, and her brief conversation with Sunny in his house's piano room on One Day Left, where she apologizes to Sunny for “pushing him too hard”, implying that her brother killing her was somehow her fault.

Mari isn’t a character in her own right - she is the quintessential fridged woman, existing purely as the object fueling the main characters’ grief and being important only when the game needs to assure the player that Sunny killing his sister wasn’t much of a big deal. After all, even the person he killed is shown to forgive him for what he did.

Speaking of Sunny, his actions in the aftermath of the incident paint him as rather reprehensible. Not only does he vandalize Basil’s most precious belonging and then leave him alone, but he also chooses to lie by omission to his friends and his parents, letting them believe that they failed her because of the assumed nature of her death as a suicide. On top of all that, the game seems to heavily imply that Sunny blacked out the photos due to Omori’s influence; considering that Omori is apparently meant to be the personification of Sunny’s depression, this reads as a convenient way to absolve Sunny of any responsibility for his horrible actions by making his Evil Mental Illness the culprit.

It’s time to talk about this game’s depiction of mental illness, then.

#omori #omori game #omori sunny #sunny omori #omori kel #kel omori #omori aubrey #aubrey omori #omori hero #hero omori #omori basil #basil omori #omori mari #mari omori

[linkbetweenlinksau]

7, 9, and 14 :3

Bless you for having the questions right here for me to see

7. What’s the weirdest thing (character) has done/ would do? I think this is meant to have a specific character mentioned, but I’ll try to give a good answer lol. I think the weirdest thing is def Sky breaking into people’s houses and sleeping in their beds lol. Not even Wild does that. And yeah I know that Sky grew up with the people of skyloft, but I love to imagine that he just does that. So when he’s out of skyloft, he discovers that not everyone likes it when a random stranger goes into their home and sleeps in their beds lol. Apparently people will call the town guard on you 🤔

9. What headcanons/ plans do you have about (character)’s family? I think this is meant to be another specific character, but I think a lot about the Link’s families! Sky, Minish, Time, and Legend I have no ideas, but there’s Hyrule’s family that I think about the most! His mother is a great fairy and his father is a Hylian, so he himself is a half fairy! His father Benji married his mother Faima since he was conceived and they raised him together. But unfortunately, while traveling Hyrule, Benji lost sight of his son, and they got separated. Benji spent most of his time looking for his son (his real name is Orchid) but he was basically renamed Link and was all over Hyrule. So he wasn’t able to find him until after the events of aol. Benji and Faima were pretty distraught knowing how rare and valuable their son is, so it was bad vibes. But now that they’ve reunited, they’re trying to rekindle their relationship! But Hyrule doesn’t remember much of his childhood, just vague memories of his parents, so it’s a challenge.

Twilight’s biological family still has me confused. Idk how old I want him to be when he meets Rusl and Uli, idk how his parents died, idk where they died, idk what’s happening. But I do know that during the temple of time, Link was officially adopted by Rusl and Uli. Very wholesome and cute.

Four’s mother was a very tough woman, which ended up being her demise. When he was 3 months old, she got sick and ended up collapsing cuz she kept pushing through. Leon (Four’s father) found her and took her to the healer, and she ended up dying. Leon had to take time off from being a knight to take care of his son, fortunately the king was very kind and understanding, and many women were able to help feed Four since he was still a baby. When Four got older, the king allowed him and Lily (his Zelda) to be raised together while Leon was working. That’s why the two are so close, and Leon helped Lily when the king eventually passed away. It’s just Four and his father now

Windy’s parents died when he was like… four? Or five. He was pretty young. His mother died during child birth, and his father and grandfather died during a hurricane. Grandma and Aryll were all he had left. He has vague memories of his father, he still remembers him promising Windy to take him fishing someday. But it never happened.he adores his sister and grandma of course, and he sorta had to grow up to help raise Aryll and many of the kids on outset. He was at an awkward age where he was too young to hang out with the adults, but too old to hang out with the kids, and he always had to babysit them. So he spent a lot of time alone or with Aryll, since she’s a lovely sister.

I have no ideas for Spirit so moving onto Wild and Age. They basically have the same family sooooo yeah. His father is Ammon and his mother is Sarah. Sarah is from Hateno and trained under her father to be a blacksmith. Ammon is from castle town and has had a rough time after his older brother, Georgie, died. He got motivated to join the army and to protect people, and that led him to Hateno where he and Sarah met. Age/Wild have/had a younger sister named Aryn, who’s much younger than her older brother, probably around 12, and she’s a more positive upbeat kinda gal. His grandfather is an intimidating and strict old man, but he has a soft spot for his grandchildren. They rarely see Ammon’s parents tho since their relationship is very strained. Not much else to say, beloved. Rip Wild.

And Warriors…. When he was very little, probably 5, he was with his twin sister Linkle, his grandmother, and his father. Monsters attacked their village and they got separated, with Linkle sticking with her grandmother, and Warriors sticking with his father. They all assumed they were dead. Linkle and her grandmother stayed at some outskirts village while Warriors and his father stayed near castle town since his father is a knight. Warriors got pretty popular with the knights that his father knew, and when he was 12, his father passed away. Warriors went to his father’s best friend, Theo and asked him to train him when he was 13 cuz he wanted to follow his father’s footsteps, so he was trained. Hence why he’s so good at fighting. Their grandmother died a little before the war of eras, so he never reunited with her. But he and his twin sister were able to meet again :)

Phew ok that’s it, I hope that makes sense and I hope that’s how you’re supposed to answer the question 😭😭

14. Do you have any headcanons about the races of Hyrule? Man this would’ve been the perfect time to talk about Hylians vs humans 😭😭 guess I’ll do it again. Hylians and humans are very similar to each other, but they are physically different! Obviously Hylians have pointy ears, and it allows them to hear better than humans. They’re also much tougher than humans. They can fall from a high height into water or on land and have a higher chance of surviving than if a human were to fall. They can also handle extreme temperatures much better than humans. This is all based on gameplay in Zelda, which I know that Link is pretty tough in game cuz it’s a video game, but hey, there’s gotta be some differences! This is more focused on my strangers across eras au but it’s fun to think of differences between the races!

#asks #hoo boy #there’s a lot #didn’t have the energy to talk about other races

[bluetooththereptile]

Hello! I wanted to know if you still have open commissions. since I have an idea of ​​Damián Platonic Yandere that always runs in my brain. How about a Platonic Yandere Damián for his nanny? She raised him for several years in the League, and managed to sneak her into Wayne Manor when he left with her father. He loves her so much and even wants her to be his stepmother.

OMG! It's so cute that I had to stop everything to write this down! Of course I can do it! I'm always am open for wholesome asks like this!

BTW I had to change some stuff on my own since I couldn't understand more than half of your request, sorry!

The moth and candle

Yandere Damian Wayne x fem reader x yandere Bruce Wayne

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: mentions of abuse and injury

If years ago, when you were a young girl and stumbled upon a man hiring maids in the bazaar of Cairo, someone approached you and said you'll be trapped in a powerful man's grasp, not as a toy or a maid but as a lover, you would've called them crazy, and if they had told you your mistress's son was going to become yours, you would've hit them with a shovel, how could you take such a monstrous lady's son as yours? The baby would be going to have her blood in his veins, you'd never take a child from that bloodline, your master was going to haunt you forever if that was written in your fate!

But here you were, looking at your reflection in the mirror, touching the bandages on your face, thinking about the past 12 years. You had gone from a servant girl that had been used by her master and was forced into having his child, to a free person, now living your life away from all of those nightmares. You felt dizzy from all of the anesthesia circling in your bloodstream, but you had to see what your former mistress had done to you when you had tried to protect Damian from her mother, hitting her in the shin, only to be stabbed by her sword several times and your face gets mutilated by her dagger after she had knocked you out, but you had managed to gain your consciousness and punch her in the face, taking her down before fainting because of blood loss.

"Sick bitch..." you cursed under your breath, not having the ability to talk louder, your wounds were still fresh and you barely could stay conscious as you tried to hold the mirror in your hand. "Alright, ma'am now it's time to give me my mirror!" The nurse that was sitting beside your bed said, giggling, remembering her existence made you smile as you handed her mirror back to her with a low "thank you", receiving a smile from her. "You shouldn't stay up long, you need to rest you know..." She said as she tucked you in "Your son is worried about you, so make sure to take care of yourself and do as I and your doctors say okay?" She paused as she checked her watch "Speaking of your son...I think it's the time for relatives to meet the patients..."

You could hear the loud sound of steps, someone was running, and as you expected Damian showed up in the door frame "Mother!" He screamed your name as he ran toward you, but the nurse stopped him before he reached you "Wait, young man!" Damian glared up at the nurse, making her chuckle "The way you are running you'll hit her in seconds...slow down...she just has  woken up!" Damian listened and straightened himself, which was a rare occasion for him to care about someone telling him what to do, he impatiently looked at you, and as soon as the nurse's hand was taken away Damian was on your side, his hands grabbing the sheets on your bed.

You could see him bite his lip and take deep breaths to control himself so the nurse could leave and as soon as the nurse left, Damian's eyes turned glossy, tears forming in his eyes and he let himself cry with a loud sob as he lowered his head, you moved your arm to pat his head, and your cold hand rested on his hair as he now held the hem of your medical gown between his fingers if it was not because of your wounds he would've hugged you tightly already. He put his hand on yours as he kept crying, letting loud sobs ease his frustration. You were alive, with him there, it almost seemed like a dream!

"A-Amah..." Damian managed to say, calling you like the way he had done since the time he had learned to speak, your fingers touched his hair and ruffled it a little bit, your heart clenching at the way he looked at you, relief, sadness, anger, frustration, and pain, you could see all of that in your boy's eyes, and it warmed your heart to see how much he loved you, the wet nurse that has taken her duty to another level, raising her mistress's son with full devotion. "Amah...I was scared!" He said as he burst into tears again, no one, even his father had seen the boy break down like this as he held your hand with both of his, keeping it on his head like a sacred object, "I thought you died!" He managed to say, and all you could do was to watch and listen, you couldn't say a word to him, you were too tired to do that.

You sighed as he put your hand down and kissed your knuckles, pressing your palm on his cheek, melting at the feeling of your touch. He let out a sigh of relief, now knowing you were not going to leave him. He was always afraid of losing you, that was why he had an argument with you on the night of his father's annual ball when you had told him you were going to leave him for a while, just to go and find your child that was taken away from you at birth. That night Damian had felt his fear become real, that was why he had started yelling and lashing out and locking the door on you, if other maids had not found you, you would have been locked in your room till morning. And after that, you had to explain to the butler, Alfred, why you couldn't do your duties as one of the maids.

Damian loved you more than his real mother, even when he lived with Taliah he always looked forward to meeting you, he liked to share his food with you after his hard training when you wiped his wounds clean and nagged under your breath about how reckless he was. His mom had told you you made his son weak and soft, and you had taken so much whipping for talking back and saying that she was treating him like a weapon and not a real child. He watched as his mother hit you with her staff, having nightmares of you getting hurt. Taliah was jealous of you taking away what was hers, and still, he thought of him as a weapon.

That was why when he left his mother he sent you a pack of money and fake identification cards and visas, and you ran away, moving to the US to get to Gotham, seizing the chance to get to work as a maid in the Wayne Manor. You could still feel the rush of joy when you locked your eyes with Damian as he was having his breakfast, the boy hardly could keep himself from running to you and hugging you tightly.

"I'm alright..." you said, smiling as he put sat next to you, looking at you closely, you noticed he was looking at the scars on your face and it made you feel a little uncomfortable, now knowing you wouldn't look good as you used to. "Amah?" You looked at him again, letting him know that you were listening. "Now I know why you told me to story of the moth and candle...you're my moth!" You couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise, the reality of his confession hitting you hard.

"Once upon a time, a moth who loved the sun flew in the night, it couldn't find its beloved but suddenly, a light caught its eyes, it was a candle's, it flew closer and closer to the candle, flying around it, twirling in happiness it started to sing for the candle about how much it loved it's light, but as the moth moved closer it's wings burnt and soon it died, falling with its wings burnt, but it died happily because it had found it's beloved."

You heard someone knock on the door, and your gaze moved towards the door, where Bruce Wayne was standing with a smile. Damian sniffled as he held your hand tighter, not caring if his father was seeing how soft he has grown, you were his real mother so he didn't mind that. "Glad to see you awake Y/N..." your heartbeat turned faster, the monitor beeping more, making Bruce's smile turn warmer, he could still the night of the gala, when he had pulled you to an empty hallway, confessing his feelings to you, earning a harsh slap from you and made him even more interested. He knew that you liked him, he had monitored you since the time you had come to the manor, knowing well who you were and what was your background. At first, he had thought of you as a double agent for the Alghul family, but no, you were there just for his son, and it amused him. You liked him, but you had thought that at the gala he was just playing around, using you. But then when Damian had said how much his father was interested in you, you were sort of relieved.

"Thank you for everything..." Bruce thanked you, his appreciation genuine. You nodded your head at that, Bruce put his hand on yours "Y/N..." he called your real name, leaning closer "I know I've said this before...but will you give me a chance?" He whispered, chuckling as he looked at Damian who was looking at you two with a pair of eyes that were filled with amusement and interest. You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes, tangling your fingers with his, as you lowered your head, nodding. You couldn't see it but the way his eyes gleamed and that sick look on his face was not a good sign.

Bruce looked at Damian who was now smiling, his head on your thigh as you kept patting his head, he was happy to see you two finally get along, after all, he was the one who had drilled your name into his head and set Bruce's obsession of you! Bruce put his hand under your chin, raising your head gently. "I love you Y/N..." he said as he pressed his lips on yours, and you kissed him back as the monitor that kept your heartbeat in check beeped even faster. Now you were their moth...

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere #yandere batman #yandere damian wayne #yandere x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #fem reader #yandere dc #dc comics #dc #dc robin

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts!

Kara no Kyoukai

Kara No Kyoukai ghost hunting.

Tsukihime

Smut, nrvnqsr/roa. nrvnqsr's pussy IS toothy

tsukihime yaoi. + arihiko

Gore tw, Arcueid/Ciel disemboweling each other and cuddling above the warm blood and guts? Romance preferred, but platonic works too.

kohaku/arcueid?? i think theyd be an interesting couple. lots of potential for toxic yuri

tsukihime CW adaptation

Smut, arihiko/shiki freaknasty t4t sex with the knife. also tboy frotting.

The Tsukihime Arihiko route.

Kohaku getting sick and Hisui taking care of her

Satsuki as a harem protagonist! (preferably sfw)

Fate/Stay Night

Fsn post heavens feel where Sakura has her own harem with all the girls and housewife shirou. Can be as wholesome or degenerate as you want, i just want to see sakura being loved

Shirou force fem by Caster

SFW Artoria/Cu

Fate stay night CW adaptation

Fate/Extra

Smut, hakuno pegging gil so hard that he pisses himself

Extra Shinji being happy. Maybe he gets summoned to Chaldea as a pseudoservant and bonds with the rest of the child servants.

Hakunon calming Nero down while she has a panic attack

Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya

Prisma illya sickfic

one of the prillya girls commits a madoka style self sacrifice

Prillya trio hugging for warmth in the winter

Fate/Apocrypha

Astolfo helping a trans girl transition?

Lord El-Melloi's Case Files

Smut, age gap, incest, Waver has to marry Reines due to political reasons, on their wedding night waver tries go to sleep hoping this is all a nightmare. It isn't a nightmare, Reines is now his wife and she won't let him sleep for the entire night. Femdom.

Smut, waver + prostate massage

Fate/Grand Order

Merlin forcedfem

Amakusa / Angra, fluff or ship

Would love to see a cutesy thing where Scheherazade and Mandricardo are having sex, and Mandri is trying and failing to be confident as it happens (optional Schez trying and succeeding at being confident)

Sita finally comes to chaldea and reunites with Rama, although not everyone is happy, since Kama really doesn't know how to deal with her paremts

Mebd being too horny to function in the slightest

Georgios/Vritra + bondage, him attempting to help her “atone” for her previous actions.

Smut, Cock worship + one of the Knights of the Round

Edmond Dantes as a vampire; anything with a vampire AU with him turning on the charm with Gudako or Gudao would be amazing :3c hell, even regular Edmond getting a mana transfer via blood drinking would be amazing!

Noncon tw, Kama psychologically tortures Gudako by using her clones and changing their appearances into people Ritsuka loves saying terrible things to her. She also sexually abuses her while at it

Smut, Shuten rooting around Guda guts 3, Massive oni dong boogaloo

Smut, Kagetora/Gudako

Morgan being a good mother fluff?

Raikou finds out Kintoki is dating Shuten and they have a talk

Jalter reacting to the utter lack of porn of her

Smut, noncon, solomon/goetia, teaching that beast a lesson

Caren drugs her father, ties him up and transfroms him in chaldea punching bag, for only 100K QP you get to punch and torture kirei for half an hour

Smut, fgo selfcest orgy

Smut, abercest gangbang

Smut, Archer getting sucked dry by Medb

Sita and Gudao tag-teaming/sandwiching Rama

Smut, FGO Asclepius but its him diagnosing the mc with needing to get dicked down so he does it himself since the mc needs it ASAP

Yu Meiren + Bedivere, where they crossed path when they were both immortals

castoria trying Really hard to convince oberon and guda that yes, the world is in fact ending and yes, that is a bad thing

Skadi/Iri dating after they met from their joint custody of Sitonai

an ill-fitting servant of the writer's choice is put in charge of the Chaldea daycare for a day

Shuten rooting around in Guda guts 2!

Smut, girlcock worship, either Kiara/GUdako or Kama/Gudako with trans girl Gudako

Mori Nagayoshi praised until he's a blushing mess!

Mozart being happy to see his friend Salieri again as servants

continuing on the "BB gets subjected to karmic transformations " train , let give her passionlip sized boobs , but BB doesn't get the giant metal hands to help her keep balance

BB gets tf'd into a inflatable punching bag toy , the kind that when ya give it a strong punch , it gets right back up. BB's fully conscious in that state , & once the transformation is completed, the newly made Bopper Bag is placed in the section of chaldea's gym that is often frequented by the ruler class servants.

Smut, Xu Fu/Yu Meiren

in fgo, kirei doesn't have magic resistance , so gudako could use her command seals to force him to wear a playboy bunny leotard , or model for a sexy fireman calendar. there's endless possibilities when it comes to doing lewd things to yorokobe man with the help of command seals~!

Unethical knifeplay from a Mister Hyde + Blood drinking. Thank you! Dubcon or Noncon is fine!

Shuten and Raiko have been fighting each other more fiercely as of late, so obviously the best way to relieve that tension is for them to have a nice long and relaxing hate-fuck session...that somehow causes more collateral damage than any one of their fights.

Just an AU where everything is the same But Gudao's design concept is a Genderbent Sakura instead of Rin

Morgan has a talk with her family, all of her family, adopted children included, i'm looking at you Lancelot, don't think you can outrun your mother

I would like to see Hephaestion get more attention, she is so cool

Smut, Oberon ovipos… there is so much potential and yet such a lack of it. Make master a seedbed!! 👏

KIREI MPREG!!

Nobunaga is bored with Chaldea, no challenge, nothing to conquer, until she sees something that catches her eye. A strong warrior, with a monstrous physique, whose only joy was in battle, after getting her eyes in that beast of a man that was Cu Alter, Nobunaga finally was able to set a new goal for herself: She wanted to get into this man's pants!

We get to take a look at medbs life in Chaldea, from her romantic dates, to her one night stands, to her weekly orgy and how she rode her way into literally every servant's heart in Chaldea to the point she has become the de-facto queen of the place, no servant, master or employee is safe from her charms!

Shimousa Kiyohime gets mixed into Proper Human History Kiyohime's spirit origin and she suddenly finds herself Very Attracted To Musashi

hi you know that bit in oberons valentines scene where he implies hes going to ask his caesar for money cause hes his dad in the play hes from yeah its ruining my life can i have some oberon/caesar to alleviate my hysteria about it how far you lean into the incest side of things is your prerogative but i need this its killing me

Smut, hello hello can i get my boy mandricardo some dick please? hes the 30 year old emo boy of all time and mayhaps some dick would relieve his anxiety. not picky about who is providing it can be hektor it can be astolfo it can be roland even now that hes playable just get him some good dick please

Goredolf/Koyanskaya? Can be smut, can be pre canon, post canon, pining, angst, anything you want! I'm just FASCINATED by the fact that this guy almost got murdered by her like three times yet have enough leftover love to hang onto the lipstick she gave him

Smut, Gudao gets tentacle fucked by Hokusai

Smut, Koyan of Light has a dialogue line where she states she wants to assert her dominance over Robin. I think Robin Hood legally has to be pegged by Koyan of Light now

Smut, Enough with the sad Olga Asks! i wanna see my girl getting fucked stupid for once!

anything bartholomew/guda please,, can be either smut or fluff, i just want more content of this pirate man

The reason Morgan hates Artoria is because she was in love with Guinevere and couldn't stand seeing her laying with another woman, much less her own sister. Now they're both in Chaldea and Morgan has 1500 years of suppressed feelings ready to be unleashed

okay , phantom thief amakusa & Mistress C (aka rider carmilla) are both after the same ultra rare artifact at the museuem , But Mistress C double crossed him. while she's taking an audio tour of the museum , Semiramis found the cupboard that amakusa got shoved into.

BB gets tf'd into a Doll Maid enemy & she's getting edged the entire time. if the author so wishes , this can be a fic where BB gets NTRD.

Smut, ishtar , astrea & BB glory wall .

Gray "resents Saber for being the ideal she was molded into" vs Castoria "won't somebody please give Saber a break" FIGHT!

No one in Chaldea seens to be able to cath Skadi's eyes, Medb catches one look at the ice queen and takes the challenge

Begging for anything happy Kirschtaria/Ophelia. Smut absolutely welcome, but will settle for just something with a happy ending.

I need more Dom!Guda. Doesn’t matter who subs.

Crossovers

can i ask for someone to make a john wick pseudoservant? or maybe hes a servant on his own. he's just hanging out with other chaldean servants, i think he'll fit right in

fgo asclepius stars in an episode of house md

Chaldea manages to summon Suguru Geto (up to anyone for whichever part of the timeline he's from), but it's only due to one unlikely catalyst: Fujino

Fate/Stay Night and Tsukihime crossover

Kim Dokja gets summoned to Chaldea

Any fandom

Smut, noncon, Hey is reader insert okay, and if yes can I ask for a reader insert about being stuck in a wall and various characters taking advantage of that? I just want multiple servants (or mages! ain't picky) playing with my holes without asking for my consent is that too much to ask

Smut, My prompt is: tfw you lose in a friendly competition and your opponent whip out their dick to shove it in your mouth as a prize.

This anon asks for omegaverse! Specifically, omegaverse with a focus on the worldbuilding. Do omegaverse presentations affect magecraft in any way? Do servants get summoned with the presentation they had in life? What about demi-servants? Or composite servants? or nonhuman servants? How does society (regular & mage one) evolve considering omegaverse is here? I don't need you to answer ALL of these questions (or even specifically THESE questions) but that's what I mean by "focus on the worldbuilding."

Smut, There is an astonishing lack of tentacles or pervy vine stuff anywhere. Caster Cu and Gudako vine sex. Or just write any servant using their tentacles or vine manipulation or anything other creative binding tools on Gudako to fuck her, really!

a cheese burger

#weekly roundup

[theemporium]

wednesday!reader: this would be a grumpy x sunshine plot with steve’s kid also being a ray of sunshine. it would follow with steve being left with a kid that he had a with a fling during his king steve era but the mother got scared and bounced. reader would’ve been in school with steve so they kinda know each other vaguely, or at least know of each other (in the same way he knew of eddie but didn’t really know him). his kid attaches themself to reader and there’s just no hope beyond that. I’m thinking reader maybe works in a library or a bookshop so the child is always making an excuse to visit to see reader and steve just falls head over heels for her even though she keeps giving his kid books that low-key scare him (but his kid loves it so he doesn’t say anything about it). I also kinda want it set around halloween because the idea of the kid dressing up as wednesday!reader is so fucking wholesome. I’m thinking wednesday!reader who never cared about people but is suddenly very protective of this child. maybe she even hears people shitting on steve being a young dad and gets protective over him too.

teacher!reader: the kid would be a little bit older in this one, maybe around five-ish. i’m thinking reader is from another town, young-ish and in need of experience so she gets the job as a first grade teacher at school in hawkins. she’s new in town but she’s sweet (maybe a lil shy) and just trying her best to live. steve is lovesick in love with her from the moment he meets her and his kid is all over teasing him about it. the kid maybe lowkey tries to play matchmaker. maybe some wholesome context of steve helping reader out when he can like she needs some work done in her flat and he offers to help, or she’s moving furniture in and he says he can borrow a friend’s van to help move it. reader who always sees the other kids’ mothers flirt with steve but he just has heart eyes for you. I’m just imagining a scene where reader is sick because a flu is going around the school and steve gets worried when a sub is in her place so he goes over to make sure she’s okay and he takes care of her.

#cece chats #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

[princess-of-the-corner]

For the BNHA Pokémon AU and the dynamic between Izuku and Katsuki, you could make Izuku similar to Wally from Emerald: he has some health condition that would impede him from going on a journey (or at least make it harder), yet he still wants to be a Pokémon Master, so the others look down on him for chasing an unrealistic dream. Granted, you could argue that makes everyone else worse for basically bullying a sick child, but then again I've seen a lot of stories that treat being Quirkless as an in-universe disability, so it still kinda tracks.

As for the Todoroki, how about this scenario: Enji is the Fire-type Gym Leader, while Rei specializes in Ice-type (maybe a coordinator?). No Quirk marriage, it's a normal opposites attract romance, but Enji would like one of their children to take his mantle someday, so he has expectations for them: except he ends up with Fuyumi and Natsuo preferring Ice Pokémon to Fire, and while Toya is more receptive, he ends up in an accident like in Canon,and just like in Canon Shoto ends up having to shoulder his father's aspirations. If Shoto also has to struggle with having to use Fire Pokémon because of his father, while having an affinity for Ice-type from his mother, it's pretty similar to the Canon conflict. Not sure about the scar, it might end up being a minor accident during training...

So for Izuku:

I mean. God bullying the disabled is just canon.

I don't think that would entirely work though. Because like. For one thing I'd be straight up disabling him in some way. But also. Part of my whole thing with Izuku is that he was entirely capable, but it was others' biases that made them think he wasn't.

And you can tell this is bias because there are so many characters who are 'basically Quirkless' but are still seen as viable potential Heroes. Ojiro's only advantage is a tail. Hagakure's invisibility helps, but she's not strong or durable. Momo creates items and could be replaced with someone who just brings weapons in the first place. And this goes for Pro Heroes too! Aizawa's Quirk only negates Emitter Quirks and some aspects of Transformation/Mutation types depending on their exact nature. So all his badassery comes from 'basically Qurikless training'. Miruko, I love her, but her Quirk is not the basis for her battle ability outside of some enhanced senses. (Argue the powerful legs all you want, everyone in this show jumps around like a goddamn rabbit).

So yeah. Izuku does not have an 'Ability', but he doesn't quite have a 'Disability.

Changing it from just 'Quirkless' to a more real-world disability would be a more genuine and concrete concern of something that could limit him and/or cause him danger. And while a disability could be managed and accommodated, it is still something solid for why he would have a genuinely difficult time and might be incredibly limited in what he does.

And like. I could still roll with that, but it does change the story from a story about just biases to a story about overcoming a disability.

Re: the Todoroki's though.

I think I could technically roll with that? But it'd still be. Very weird? Hm. Because like. Endeavor would have kept training Toya up until his 'death'. Though maybe Toya is upset to find that it seems like Endeavor didn't care about that because Shoto was still there as a backup so he gets very 'well time for murder!'.

This does make Endeavor a bit more chill(ironically) in that he was just like 'Hm okay Fuyumi and Natsuo want ice types? Okay won't force them'.

There's also the fact that since it's Pokemon, instead of the kids being on the receiving end of the abuse it'd be the Pokemon themselves. Which still sucks but would have a different dynamic.

I actually can roll with Shoto's burn being a genuine accident. Without Quirks, the Humans aren't fireproof so.....

..........................

Ya know what maybe I should just embrace the wholesomeness of Pokemon and have everyone's lives be a lot better and make them all better people. Idk man maybe having a bunch of furry companions helps you work out your issues easier.

fuck it no Quirks but everyone's goddamn chill?

#bnha pokemon au

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Whenever I write these it’s always when I have a pile of requests on my desk that I said I was going to get to but never do. I even missed a day yesterday because I crashed and burned and slept the entire day haha. Might miss today too since I’m going out to see my mum. 

This is like 90% crack and 10% actual content. I’m gonna post this and proceed to have shock therapy and wipe it from my memory.

I just want to be happy and it’s cold af where I live. I’ve also learned from maagdalen that Russia is insane with snow.  

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Today’s appreciation post goes to asoundofdrop. Ty for the love on the Childe HCs hehe. Honestly, just the fact you tag everything blows my mind because I hate tagging so just seeing you do it with my mess of tags (back when I screamed my feelings before tumblr dropped the ban hammer on me) is like wow. That’s some next level effort, wish I had that haha;; I’m just gonna say this in advance, I am so sorry for the mess of tags I’m about to drop on this. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji  @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz​

@youaskedfurret @snowy224 @mayumintsu​ @tigerpriestess

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Xiao

Excuse me? What is this cold you speak of? He’s an adepti he doesn’t know what cold is. Is it a demon he’s not aware of? Should he go beat it into submission if that’ll make you feel better? He’s already gone with his spear and out to go slay this cold demon before you can explain what the hell temperature is. 

By the time he’s back, he seems so proud of himself for killing a dragonspine yeti that you don’t have the heart to tell him that was literally not what you wanted or expected him to do. Your fingers are about to break their finger kneecaps. pLEASE sir just hold my hand. 

Bad idea, he’s been outside in the cold and he’s not exactly wearing mittens so your fingers end up colder. But you’re finally holding his hand that you suck it up and cry when he does actually break your fingers because he doesn’t know what muscle control is. 

Keqing

Ruthless business woman one second and then you show up, tell her you’re cold, and she’s reduced to flustered mother hen. All she has on her are these long sleeves that all Qixing wear. Would you like some warm milk? She knows you like your milk heated to a simmer right at 187.7975 degrees Fahrenheit.

Okay, first off, who measures in fahrenheit anymore this is China Liyue. Second off, how the hell does she know that and why is it so precise? She’s already throwing whatever Liyue duties she had back at the poor worker that has no idea what possessed the normally confident and admirable Keqing into this...creature. Making new plans for a heating system in Liyue while also coddling you. 

Catch her outside at 3am pounding the snow ground, crying, as she curses Rex Lapis for making it so cold in Liyue when he’s not even the Cyro archon. Zhongli sneezed while looking over papers burning the 3am oil. Maybe he needs to go home before it gets too cold, he might be getting sick. 

Diluc

God you’re such an idiot. Didn’t you see how hard the snow was falling? I can’t believe I married someone with 2 braincells. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What would father in the sky think if my partner died because of frost bite when I’m a goddamn pyro vision user? I can commit arson to make a make-shift fire place, I have the money for the damages. 

Dilu- NO I DON’T NEED YOUR SHIRT. IT’S -20 DEGRESS. IT’S OKAY. YOUR COAT IS ENOUGH. PUT YOUR CLAYMORE AWAY WE CANNOT SET THE KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS HQ ON FIRE WE AREN’T EVEN NEAR THERE. KAEYA IS INSIDE- DILUC - NO COME BACK. 

Your make shift fireplace is Kaeya’s “ugly” scarf. That’s it. That’s the post. 

Amber

Oh you’re cold? It’s okay, here take her baron bunny to cuddle with while she lights a fire. She thinks she saw some boar’s in the forest, she can make her specialty and that should warm you right up! So sweet, so wholesome. Don’t worry this baron bunny won’t explode in your face, she tripled checked she wasn’t giving you a dancing bomb.

While you’re huddled around a summoning circle of baron bunny’s, nice and warm, is when she relaxes and joins you. She grins to herself and pats herself on the shoulder. See that haters, she can make her partner nice and happy without your #buffamberwhen. 

Kaeya

You’re cold? Maybe you’ve just fallen so hard for him that whenever you think of him you get cold. He never knew you cared so much it’s so cut- okok you can stop hitting him now. He’ll offer his scarf if he had one but Diluc might have burned it but he does have his tit window. 

Basically impenetrable, you could bounce bullets off it so naturally the cold bounces off. You have to tell him up front that he sound borderline crazy and the fbi are already at his door. The fbi is Diluc. So instead he offers his overcoat and asks you if you would like to join him in some cozy tavern that hopefully has heating. 

It’s a nice and comforting experience until he drags you to Angel share and you know it’s just to 1v1 Diluc in the parking lot. 

Scaramouche

lol perish 

So naturally, you grab his ridiculous hat that he wears to compensate for his gremlin height and throw it like a frisbee. 

Go fetch 

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God, why is there no official content of you scaramouche you bitch, you’re ruining the aesthetic. This is why I only give you one point of dialogue. This isn’t even funny. It’s a therapy session. This entire post was just for me to say tit window because I didn’t get to say it in my last Kaeya fic. 

Wow, I wonder which characters I like in genshin. Could it be “wow I hate everything and everyone don’t fucking touch me” male characters??? Could it be “Head strong but are secretly adorable” female characters?? Kaeya is only there because Diluc is there. 

I had to redo all my headers because everyone was taking up so much space in their 240p quality. Keqing is the only one that actually stepped forward when it was picture day. I don’t have enough energy to care about sizing I’m sorry. 

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin crack #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #genshin xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin amber #amber x reader #genshin amber x reader #genshin diluc #genshin diluc x reader #diluc x reader #genshin keqing #keqing x reader #genshin keqing x reader

[hellogoodbye14]

Wow okay so some folks on tumblr definitely don’t know how to use their tags and I’m kind of sick of seeing Rhys and Feyre slander going around.

Most of you already know that I adore the ACOTAR universe and the characters within it, I love the complexity behind each character. I love Nesta’s complexity too but her character is perhaps not in my top list. But do I go out of my way to throw hate? Nope. If i do, I.use.my.tags.properly.

So now that you’ve unleashed me, I will be debunking all your claims about Nesta being amazing and your slander against the iconic Rhys and Feyre. Be warned. 🙃🙃🙃

1. Nesta’s journey makes no sense whatsoever. This woman gave no explanation as to WHY she treated one of her sisters like utter fucking crap. If anything, her journey demonstrates that she kept competing with a sister who was starving and who was neglected. SJM offered no real reason or background as to why Nesta made the decisions she did and Im fucking sorry but this is not your typical sibling rivalry . This was pure god damn jealousy and disdain for a sibling that did them no harm. Don’t sugarcoat something SO TOXIC.

2. LMFAO on y’all hating Feyre taking control and taking Nesta away from a toxic environment. I have a brother who faced addiction and let me tell you I had to make some VERY difficult choices, one of which was forcing him out of situation he was in. Did he hate me at the time? Sure. Is he now healthy, happy and successful? Absolutely. Does he now tell me every now and then that he’s glad I did what I did? You know it. I did what I had to do for my brothers fucking wellbeing. FEYRE DID THE SAME GOD DAMN THING. If there is one thing SJM got right in ACOSF, it was definitely this.

Comparing her to TAMLIN? Hahahahahahahahahhaahah what.a.joke. Tamlin literally emotionally/physically abused Feyre and trapped her. What did Feyre do? Get Nesta out of an enabling environment, made sure she was in a safe space and still had her own choices (apart from her addictive choices for her health), Feyre tried showing her a healthier lifestyle to make sure Nesta wouldn’t spiral and kill herself with the trauma she had. Feyre fucking saved Nesta. AGAIN AND AGAIN. And you have the AUDACITY to hate on this queen. Y’all’s favourite wouldn’t even be alive and thriving if it wasn’t for Feyre. YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY to compare Feyre to Tamlin? Hahahah theres no similarity at all but you know who is similar to Tamlin in some aspects? Nesta. Just like Tamlin, Nesta repeatedly emotionally abused her little sister…. And yet again we had no reason for her behaviour.

2. The Rhys slander? Lmfao. Okay so you’re telling me that if you saw your significant others sibling constantly abuse and belittle them, you wouldn’t hate them? Especially when your significant other has done LITERALLY NOTHING TO THEM. His hate is justified but even with his despise, this ICONIC MAN still made sure Nesta had everything, had every resource. This man handed out an olive branch everytime and Nesta burned it to crisp for no reason. This man did all that because he loves his significant other and cares for her family as his own and you have the sheer audacity to hate on him as well. What a joke.

3. Lastly, I have had it with people invalidating Rhys’s fucking trauma. You can acknowledge Nesta’s but you can’t do the same for Rhys huh? Ive seen posts COMPARE traumas which is sickening and I wouldn’t do that but what I will do is highlight for some folks what Rhys went through and what they MUST FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE. This man faced the problem of harnessing a power no one has ever seen and control it, this man trusted the wrong man and then saw his baby sister and his mother die in agony, this man was sexually abused FOR YEARS, this man was away from his loved ones for years, this man had to see his mate die then see her come back to life and die slowly again at the hands of the same man who killed his family, this man died to save EVERYONE, this man had to see his wife and child almost die and you STILL INVALIDATE HIS GOD DAMN TRAUMA LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL.

I have honestly tried my best to keep my blog wholesome but I needed to get this out because holy hell its been enough!

Peace out and oh yeah…. FEYSAND SUPERIORITY

#acosf #acotar #acowar #acomaf #feysand #rhysand #feyre and rhysand #feyre archeron #high lord rhysand #pro rhysand #pro feyre #high lady feyre #night court #nesta archeron #anti nesta

[nectarous]

— ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀᴀ.｜ᴏᴊɪʀᴏ ᴀʀᴀɴ x (ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

WARNINGS: infidelity, stepcest, age gap, angst, mentions of squirting.

W/C: 1.1K

SUMMARY: falling in love with your stepfather might ache, but it’s been the best thing that’s happened to you.

⇦ RETURN TO ARAN WEEK MASTERLIST.

the tension between you two is the paradigm of bittersweet; thicker than honey and acrid like cyanide. it burns at your heart and makes your eyes water, knowing that he’ll never fully be yours, but just for that one second, it feels like everything falls into place.

life isn’t black and white; and neither is the serpentine relationship the two of you have. from a younger age, he forced his way into your heart. it took you years to retaliate, forcing yourself underneath him. when he holds you, you drink in the warmth and the adoration his body leaks. tracing the scars and the barely there dusting of hair on his chest, fingers brushing against the familiar ink on his pecs, and breathe. 

you never know if it’ll be the last time.

you’ve come to despise your mother. she doesn’t deserve aran, not when she spends more than half the week cooped away in some dull office. he’s the bright light that guided you for years—she’s a sharp, piercing cold that nips into that cracked, mangled piece of flesh inside what you you call a heart. she destroys everything she touches.

he’ll fuck you till you can’t feel your toes, till your thighs are shaking. he’ll take good care of you and pet circles into your sore back after he’s tossed you around, but at the end of the day; he’ll always go back to her. 

who enticed who first? was it his smile that made you feel like warm melty caramel or those doe eyes of yours or that irrefutable tautness in the air that solidified this between the two of you. there was no guilt inside you, sleeping with your mother’s husband, although you couldn’t be sure if he felt the same.

you were immediately drawn to him; warm and kind and big, patient and forgiving and eccentric under all that intimidating hulk. he’s ruggedly beautiful with bronzed umber skin, thick muscles and charcoaled eyes; protecting hands and wholesome soul. it’s no wonder she married him.

like mother, like daughter. 

it felt right; oddly enough. even though you were the other woman, you know he thinks of you as more than his stepdaughter, more than some pretty young thing to warm up his bed. you don’t think there’s a way to fake all that passion; all those casual love bites and smoldered eyes and muttered i love yous . 

he never treated you like a child but you always knew you were his girl. he’s always offered himself to you, took care of you and bought you pretty jewelry, and gave you sweet pecks at your life milestones; graduation, job promotions, gathered you in his arms at heartbreaks and rejections. he cared. when no one else could pick up the broken pieces, he’s always been there. 

you were probably closer to him than anyone else you've met. it’s the little things, the obvious care and attention to the small things, that made your heart ache for him that much more.

sometimes you wonder if he really does feel the same way you do. or if he’s like this with your mother. she doesn’t deserve him. and, honestly, you don’t either.

you get a sick giddy feeling whenever she leaves the two of you alone. because then it’s just the two of you, and your old golden retriever. in these moments, you can pretend for just a little bit that he’s yours, in a normal relationship, in a normal house, with normal rules. all yours, completely infatuated with you, dedicated to worshiping you. loving you, admiring you, and only you, for just a temporary moment.

the nights she comes back, when he crawls under the cold silk sheets with her, has you on your knees, praying to any sort of god that he chooses you, with a broken heart and tears soaking into your sheets. lose the battle, win the war.

he rejected you at first when you were fresh out of college, when he thought you were a good, pure girl. but loneliness, that bitter ache that makes your ribs feel like they're going to crack and makes the world dull, makes you desperate, made him desperate. so you both fell into each other's arms, into his marital bed. into the sofa, the backyard, your favorite restaurant, his car— anywhere and anytime he could.

everytime you see the glint of the ring on the hands wrapped around your thighs, feel the cool metal pressed against your throat, or roll around in bed with him, there’s a sick giddy feeling that settles right above that tingly heat that’s settled in your stomach. 

he’s more passionate than anyone you’ve ever met, so it makes sense that it translates to how well he takes care of your needs. when he’s between your legs, forcing that eye contact and making an utter slobbery mess of your pussy until it feels like you’ll melt into the shared sheets in the master bedroom, you can feel something mending and shattering in you at the same time. 

everytime he presses your thighs up to your ears and calls you his good little girl, painting your skin with cum, it fries your brain better than any drug you’ve tried.

he might not be all yours, but he doesn’t fully belong to her either. 

you’ve started something, chipped away at the already rigid marriage, until you found a fissure to sneak through. 

you wonder, does he compare you to her? does he treat her like you, all that rough and disgusting and wicked smoothness. can she even handle everything he offers?

there’s no way she can; not with the way he marks you up. he might’ve sworn holy ordinance to her, but he’s pledged so much more to you when his bare thighs brush against yours when you’re curled underneath the sheets.

when you're in the kitchen, dressed in one of those little flowy dresses that drive him crazy, he’ll palm at your ass, teasingly brush against your upper thighs while asking her how her day was. he’ll kiss her on the lips after he’s gotten on his knees for you, massage her shoulders after fingering you until you squirted all over the bathroom floor. 

when he stuffs his thick fingers in your cunt while he tells your mother he loves her, it makes you realize that this relationship is a two way street. isn’t he just as culpable for playing with your frail heart, pressing kisses to your neck and treating you like every girl deserves to be? for worshipping your body while she’s thousands of miles away?

you might be a bad person but, at the end of the day, isn’t he too?

#aran smut #aran x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #aran ojiro smut #tag:[stepcest] #tag:[angst] #tag:[infidelity] #thank u sm to (f)lee and ria for betaing once again ily both <3

[moonrazeeclipse]

Day at the Amusement Park.

The last time I went to an amusement park was when I was 12 years-old. My memories have been mostly shaky, but what I can remember was the happiness and joy I felt with my mother and father.

It’s been tough for me to have fun these days. Being a 23 year-old working a typical nine-to-five shift made it difficult to have time for myself. Stressed about the quotas, the numbers, job stability, and everything else in between. Good sleep has eluded me for months.

Then I look at my girlfriend, Nicha, and my hope has never been brighter.

Ah, Nicha. Everyone else knew and recognized her as Minnie, but the closest to her called her by her real name. If I thought an average office job was a grindfest, then hers was a gauntlet. Idol life meant she had to be up as early as 3 A.M. and she’d run through several sets of makeup, practice, interviews, and appearances. During one of her off days she and her members visited my building while I just so happen to be on coffee break. One funny stare and the next thing I knew, we were hiding our relationship from the whole world.

No matter how exhausted she got, she kept that same positive, happy energy as if she had unlimited battery life. Each occasional glance as I drove to the old amusement park, she was beaming, singing along to the songs on the radio, like she were a child. This was one of her rare off days where they didn’t have any schedules, so maybe that’s the reason why she’s extra joyful too.

The park itself hadn’t changed much since I last visited all those years back. The entrance looked rusted and devoid of any life or color. There seemed to be way fewer people visiting as well. Nicha offered to take me to that newer park with those virtual reality simulators, but I turned it down with a chuckle, saying that I wasn’t making enough money to spend a day there. Regardless, we entered the place, her hand holding mine, dragging me with the brightest smile on her face.

Whatever she wanted to do, I followed along. Nicha ran ahead of me, acting like a child and not a famous, recognizable idol. Being around me must be freeing for her; she could be herself when I’m with her. None of the rides were renovated or refashioned, which gave me that nostalgic feel. Because there weren’t that many visitors, waiting only took less than ten minutes for each ride. Despite my motion sickness, I powered through the first roller coaster without a problem. The second one? I recalled hurling up minutes after getting off that one as a child. Nicha screamed her heart out on the first coaster, but was overcome by fear on the second. She leaned into my chest while I was fighting every urge not to puke mid-ride. I sought a barf bag once we got off, making her laugh.

“Ahaha! You look hilarious!” Nicha mocked.

“Why are you gloating? Don’t act like you were hiding your face on my chest.” I retorted. She blushed in embarrassment before pretending to run away. No matter how much she loved to make fun of me, I couldn’t get upset. Her wholesome smiles made her a great person to hang out with.

Walking along the park, we came across a row of booths. These booths offered challenges in exchange for prizes. Dad won me a basketball as a reward back then. Even with age, one of the game masters somehow recognized me by my eyes.

“Hey, hey! It’s been a long time! You’re all grown now!” He said, calling my attention.

“Oh, hey. How did you recognize my face?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have your father’s eyes, that’s why! How’s he doing?” He changed the subject.

“Umm, great I guess.” I honestly didn’t know how to answer, since I haven’t spoken to him in years.

Nicha suddenly came in from behind and hugged me. The game master’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh! Is this your girlfriend? Why don’t you step up and show her your father’s talent?” He challenged me on the spot. I sighed as Nicha moved right next to me. Her beaming eyes and bright smile gave me more pressure to do well.

I was poor at sports, so I wondered how bad I’d mess up at ring toss. I didn’t have deft hands like my dad, and I wasn’t practicing at all. I’m better with keyboards, I murmured under my breath as he gave me the rings. First toss. The ring hit the bottle. My eyes widened. Second toss. The bottle was a little more distant than the first. I threw the ring and to my surprise, it hit too. Shock drowned out my girlfriend’s cheers and the yell of the game master. One more ring, one more toss. The bottle was placed at a greater distance compared to the earlier ones. I was doing better than I thought, so maybe my luck would run out on this turn. I flung the last ring, and time seemingly slowed down as I released it from my grip.

One, two, three, four, five. Bingo.

Nicha hugged me in celebration. I made all three tosses as the game master applauded me. Wow. Honestly, that may have been divine intervention, considering how awful I am at these games. It must have been five minutes before I moved because I stayed frozen in place, unable to let my victory sink in.

“You do have your father’s genes in you after all! Go ahead and pick a prize.” The game master said, snapping me back to reality.

I turned to Nicha, implying that she could choose the prize. She took the hint and pointed at a gigantic brown teddy bear. The game master grabbed it from the shelf and handed it over to me. I gave the stuffed animal to her, and she buried her face on its belly.

“Aaahh it’s so fluffy! You’re really good at this, Minki!” She cuddled the bear as I just chuckled and waved goodbye to the game master.

The rest of our day at the park was just riding the rest of the attractions and eating an ice cream sandwich along the way. Nicha and I had so much fun together, refusing to let go of the teddy bear. The sun had set and nightfall came, and our time was almost up. But before we left, there was one more ride we hadn’t gone in. The ferris wheel.

The passenger cabins were suited for four people, so we hopped on one, including our stuffed animal. She placed the bear next to her as the wheel began moving. From where I sat I could see the bright lights of the highway, overlooking the specks of people thousands of feet in the air. Nicha looked out the window before turning to me, taking my hand.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today,” she said, caressing my hand gently and pecking it. “Thank you.”

I gazed into her eyes, gleaming brighter than the stars in the night sky. She stared back at me, looking at me the same way. Then something sprung in me to lock lips with her. Nicha sunk into the kiss, pulling me close and our tongues swirled with each other. She was sweeter and tastier than dessert. I cupped her cheek and she placed her palm on mine, running it across her face.

She broke the kiss and slowly spread my legs. I panicked a little because of the situation we’re in. Nicha feigned ignorance and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers.

“Nicha! We’re still in public, remember?”

“Your cock says otherwise,” she replied, slapping my hardened cock with her hand. “I’ve been missing you so much. I can’t help myself.”

She seized my balls, giving them a rub. “You’re full. You’ve been missing me too.”

I groaned as she kissed me from my balls, making her way up to my tip. Her soft lips felt so good on my shaft. She looked at me with widened eyes, satisfied with the pleasure she’s giving me. I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes, allowing the euphoria of her swirling tongue to override my brain. If that wasn’t enough, she added her sensual moans into her slurps, giving me tingles up my spine.

My hands flowed through her black locks, while the rest of my body just numbed in pleasure. I didn’t realize she took me in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Nicha bobbed her head back and forth, coating my shaft with her saliva. We didn’t care if anyone caught us in the lewd act. Nicha had her way with me and my body happily fell under control.

Pop. She released me from her mouth after blowing me off for a while. I was really sinking into that excitable feeling too. Appropriate timing too, as she finished up just as the car was about to reach ground level. I quickly buttoned up my pants as she pretended like she didn’t suck my cock leaving the pod.

We reached my car just as the park was closing, and she gave me a few pecks on the cheek. “When we get home, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Sure, baby. I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want.” The thought of her splayed body already riled me up and I couldn’t be any more excited to drive home.

I turned the key. Rough gruffs roared from the engine. Again. Gruffs. In frustration I slapped my hands against the steering wheel. The car couldn’t start. Fuck.

“I just had it checked last week,” I grumbled. It was second hand but I didn’t have any excuse. Nicha giggled. She was still smiling as she watched me suffer and curse my car out. Oh, no matter how terrible a day gets, you’re always the jovial one.

Conveniently there was a subway station nearby whose line started and ended at the park. We both got out of the car and decided to take the train home. Nicha still refused to let go of the teddy bear.

Entering one of the cars, we sat at the back end of the left row. All the walking wore our legs out, so I slumped down in my seat. Nicha set the bear at the corner chair before sitting beside me. Drowsiness began kicking in and soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep holding my girlfriend’s hand tightly.

I felt a sensation below my chest that woke me up. My eyes opened slowly, vision blurring my sight. I looked to my left and saw only the teddy bear. She probably went to the bathroom, I thought. I tried going back to sleep, but I felt that twitching in my stomach again. I looked down and to my surprise, my pants were on the ground. Nicha was on her knees, sucking my erect cock.

“Nicha! What did I say about doing this in public?” I whispered, trying to avoid causing a disturbance with the nearby passengers.

She responded by taking more of me into her mouth, making me moan with her humming sounds. “Mmph, I can’t help myself. Your cock rubbed on me as we slept.”

It took all of my willpower not to submit to pleasure, but I was able to scout the area. There weren’t a lot of people on this late train ride home, except a man wearing a business suit calling someone on his phone seated on the opposite aisle.

I slowly hopped from one chair to the next using the rail, keeping Nicha busy on my shaft without her letting go into it. My free hands lifted the stuffed bear from its seat and placed it to where I was sitting. The prized toy was huge enough to act as camouflage from unsuspecting train-goers.

“Yeah. Let’s discuss the business trip to Japan at the cafe. I’ll move up so you can spot me as I get off,” the man said as he stood up from his seat and trudged to the front.

I sighed a breath of relief, but that was only a temporary win. I looked below to see how Nicha was doing and my eyes widened. She stripped off her overalls as her bare legs were now exposed.

“Nicha!” I almost screamed, panicking at the situation she’d got us into. She giggles at my reaction before kissing my tip with her soft lips.

“While you were busy covering us up I took my overalls off. I really can’t wait for you to fill me inside.” She said matter-of-factly.

I groaned in annoyance but I couldn’t help myself. She was opening herself and I guess my patience ran out too.

“We still have a few more stops to go before our stop,” She added, stroking me with her fingers.

My psyche crumbled under her control again. I resisted her lips, but not her hands rapidly pumping my cock. I threw my head back and allowed the pleasure to jack my brain, grazing my hands on her hair again.

I must have drowned deeply to the delight of Nicha’s handjob that I ignored the dings and voice of the operator over the speaker indicating the train’s destination. My eyes, struggling to open, somehow caught a glimpse of a few new passengers entering the car. Quickly I bent over and took her overalls as well as my large coat and veiled my crotch. She continued jerking me off under the covers, eager to get me to orgasm. The commuters gave me either  weird or neutral looks as they walked by. I gave them a gaze of exhaustion, pretending as if I was ill. I just hope they didn’t notice the suspicious bulge below me.

Most of the travelers moved onto another cabin but some of them sat a few rows behind or ahead of ours. Thankfully none decided to sit in the same aisle as us. My hands, which were positioned on my lap, were grabbed by Nicha. She led it down to her clit and I felt her wetness. Even with some bush she was clearly dripping.

“Fuck me, please,” She whispered, each word laced with lust. “I’m so wet for you, babe.”

I hoisted her from the floor and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I rose for a minute before sitting down with her on me. I carefully lined my shaft against her crotch before burying my cock in her walls. She let out a lengthy, low moan as I started ramming into her tight pussy. My hands snuck through her shirt, pinching her taut nipples, making her squeal.

I could feel her juices cream my hair as I grinded back and forth, making sure she feels every inch of my length. One hand escapes her shirt to cover her mouth, preventing her from letting out wild screams. I pulled her face close to mine, her features indicating pleasure as our lips met for a shaky, passionate kiss.

As we continued making out my eyes caught a glimpse of a stewardess slowly making her way across the cabin, punching passengers’ tickets. I broke the kiss off and drove Nicha into my chest, bundling our bodies with her overalls and my coat. The attendant reached us, her formal smile shifting to a confused look at the weird image ahead of her.

“Oh I’m sorry, is she okay?” She asked matter-of-factly.

“Y-yeah. She’s just a little ill, so I’m warming her up, that’s all.” I answered, nodding repeatedly.

Nicha sold my act by freezing in my arms. I reached into my coat and pulled out two tickets. She punched them and smiled as she walked by, believing my lie.

My girlfriend looked me in the eyes, lust ridden over them. I squeal as her finger reaches my cock, still buried in her soaked cunt, stroking me off. Through the pleasant sensation I managed to keep my eyes alert, watching the passengers slowly leave one by one at the next stop. Now it was just the two of us in this cable car.

“We’re alone. Fuck me,” She said as the train started moving again.

Perhaps her eagerness drove me to thrust into her a lot faster than I thought. I rocked back and forth on the chair, drilling her with my shaft. Nicha closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her, her mouth making a wide ‘O’ shape. At this point we ran out of care for our surroundings, made clear by our audible moaning. Her hands claw my nape and hair deeply, her slender figure bouncing up and down my lap.

The tightness of her pussy, as well as her soft, seductive moans made it hard for me to keep control. I was losing another round to her lewdness and this one would be the hardest of them all. I was all but ready to climax, only slowing down my pumps to keep the euphoria last longer.

“F-fuck, I’m going to cum,” I whispered.

“On me. Fill me, please. Fill me with your cum.”

One. Two. Three. With a heavy groan I reached my peak. I felt shots of warm semen fill her womb. I pumped through my orgasm, shooting flecks of cum in her until I was drained. My hips stopped grinding. I put my head down in exhaustion over that intense, risky session. She cupped my face then kissed me on the cheek.

“T-that was s-so g-good. I can’t wait until we get home for more.”

There’s a clear trail of white on my chair and on my pants. My cock slipped out of her slit as I set her down on the ground.

“This is the last station! Thank you for riding with us.” The operator announced over the intercom. We’re almost at our destination.

I pulled her overalls off my coat and threw it at Nicha. “Put these on, we still have to walk home.”

“I don’t wanna,” she pouted. “I want to go home with your cum dripping down on me.”

I sighed. Nicha decided to be bratty on the way home, when everything was almost perfect and after all we’ve been through. But what else can I do?

I gave her my coat as I took her overalls and placed it in my bag. We got off the train with her wearing my coat, our mixed juices still running down her legs. We enjoyed our little walk home, having forgotten the prized teddy bear that she was attached to all day long, but that didn’t matter. As soon as we reached home, we stuffed our bodies into each other throughout the night.

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And that’s my first work done. I didn’t do a lot of editing as I was excited to publish this one. I finally decided to jump into the world of smut writing after being inspired for a while now. Thank you for reading!

#kpop smut #smut #g idle #minnie

[jedimasterbailey]

Hello, may I ask for some Barriss and Luminara headcanons?

OMG YES YOU CAN! 👏🏻😭 I was literally going to beg people to ask me for more Mirialan headcanons because my real life has been tragic and I could use some more wholesome Mom-inara and Barriss content. Fellow Mirialan stans, as always feel free to add on to these headcanons 💚💙 I always love seeing what other people come up with. I’ve also linked my other headcanons of these two down below…hope you enjoy ☺️

1.) The heart shaped belt Barriss wears actually once belonged to Luminara when she herself was a Padawan. Barriss’s blue cloak was actually handmade by Luminara and gifted both items to Barriss on her first official day as a Padawan.

2.) When Barriss was a child, Luminara would always bring her back a little souvenir from her missions as a Padawan/Knight.

3.) Luminara did a lot of reading on Mirialan mother/daughter customs in preparation of taking Barriss under her wing. Ever since she met Barriss, she was very determined to become the best Master/Mom to her much like her own Master was. After all it pays one to be prepared right?

4.) Luminara was the one to cut Barriss’s hair when she officially became a Padawan as per tradition (similar to how human Padawan learners cut their hair short but without the braid). Luminara is personally very fond of Barriss’s short hair thinking it suits the girl’s personality the best (even though she thinks her Padawan is beautiful no matter what she looks like). Barriss finds it soothing when Luminara brushes/fixes her hair after long, stressful days.

5.) Being the biggest supporter of Barriss’s healer studies, Luminara would help her Padawan prepare for big exams/assignments by pulling all nighter study sessions with her. She’d make them snacks (since she is 100% a great cook) and tea and schedule mandatory breaks so Barriss isn’t just staring blankly at her reading. Luminara constantly reminds Barriss how proud she is of her.

6.) Barriss practices her healing ability a lot on Luminara and insists on taking care of her Master whenever she’s sick/injured/stressed. Luminara of course does the same for Barriss but she worries so much more since she doesn’t have the gift of Force healing and doesn’t want to fail her girl.

7.) They observe and celebrate Mirialan holidays together but always invite their friends to join them (Luminara loves sneaking invitations to Ahsoka because she knows Barriss is too shy to ask).

8.) They like to keep up on the latest literature and holoentertainment together. Ending the day falling asleep with a movie on snuggled up together are cherished moments for both women.

9.) Luminara always loves to give Barriss a hard time about wearing high heels to Geonosis. She can’t let it go same as Barriss’s curtsy to Ahsoka.

10.) They fly in sync with each other just like their fighting style.

11.) Luminara tries very hard to get Barriss into speeder bike riding but Barriss being a healer has issue with her mom going above the speed limit in Coruscant without a helmet.

12.) Barriss likes to make/gift floral arrangements to Luminara to show her love and appreciation.

13.) They too are competitive with each other like Anakin/Obi-Wan and Anakin/Ahsoka when it comes to coming up with battle plans, slicing droids, etc. But of course it’s their infamous snowball fights that has everyone excited.

14.) Gree and the Clones love observing and being around the mom/daughter duo. They love hearing the banter and will laugh at anyone who claims the Mirialans aren’t dramatic.

15.) Self care is important to them so they have mother/daughter spa days together (Ahsoka eventually joins them).

16.) Barriss gets very upset/protective of Luminara if people try to hit on her or is disrespectful on their missions. Nobody tries anything with Barriss with Luminara’s death glare.

17.) When alone, Luminara and Barriss always end their conversations with an “I love you”. Luminara always gives Barriss a forehead kiss and Barriss always goes running and springs for the hug when Luminara returns from a mission.

18.) When apart, they always pray for one another before bed as they usually pray/meditate together before bed back at the Temple.

19.) Luminara secretly put together a holocron for Barriss to have later. She recorded all her lessons and documents memories of their time together so that no matter what happened in the future, Barriss will always have her Master.

20.) Not only did Barriss set Luminara’s body free from Imperial custody, but she gave her a proper burial in accordance with Mirialan customs. She was also able to get in possession of her Master’s lightsaber (which she keeps forever) but wears the green kyber crystal around her neck always. Barriss new lightsaber hilt looks similar to Luminaras hilt as well as her attire.

21.) Luminara actually knighted Barriss as a Force ghost after they reconciled and Barriss finds peace within herself. Barriss learns to commune with her Master in the netherworld so that they could still be connected.

22.) Barriss along with Ahsoka tell the Skywalker twins and other Jedi all about Luminara and pass on her teachings/story.

#luminara and barriss #luminous lineage #my luminous beings #them 💚💙 #luminara unduli #barriss offee #mom inara and barriss #umm barriss #master and padawan #thank you so much 💚💙 #mutual <3 #star wars headcanons #star wars #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #the clone wars

[k3rm1e]

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

  it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

  “mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

  “yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful. 

  within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

  the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

`   “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

  while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

  “yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

  “alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

  “bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

  “oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing. 

  “... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

  “oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

  “i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

  “oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

  “not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

  “what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

  “shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

  “what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

  kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

  “thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike. 

  for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

  “this food… is so… fucking good.”

  “agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

  “WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

  after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

  instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

  hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

  pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

  slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

  “uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

  “i’m fineeee”

  “no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

  “but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

  phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

  “i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

  “no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

  “but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

  above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

  “you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

  “yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

  kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

  “i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

  turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

  “i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

  laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

  you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

  a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag? #idk

[capricornus-rex]

A Shadow of What You Used to Be (19)

Chapter 19: Voice of Treason | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

A/N: Hello guys, I’m sorry if I’ve become so inactive last year. The slump was one thing, but more and more things kept piling on my shoulders that it’s becoming more difficult to bear. I lost my grandmother a few months after I announced that she was sick. We lost her to cancer. My only comfort was that I was able to take care of her and spend time with her. For a while, I lost my energy to write again; and now that it’s the new year, I’m picking up my old habits again. I hope you guys have had a great Christmas and I wish you guys a wonderful 2022. ❤ As for me, I’m okay and I will be.

Also in AO3

Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 – 13 – 14 – 15 – 16 – 17 | Previous: Part 18 | Masterlist

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Trilla’s heart leapt, but not in the wholesome way most would think.

The sight of the red-haired Jedi roaming free like a dog and Irele—of all people—behind him without any form of restraint on him launched a thousand ideas into Trilla’s mind.

It was a risk to frame Irele, but if ever the universe would favor her, perhaps she would topple Vader’s own ward out of her own pedestal.

“Don’t you have another target in mind, Trilla?”

“It was never implied that we stick to whom we choose to hunt,”

Irele squinted in reply. The Second Sister’s knack of not answering Yes-or-No questions slightly vexxed the young ward.

Trilla raised her lightsaber, its end pointed at the boy with a head of hair as crimson as her blade. The gesture suggested as if she’s taking the Jedi for herself.

“I see that he is not bound, Irele,”

“Smart observation,”

The Inquisitor’s lip snarled, “Are you conspiring with this Jedi?”

“Do you have proof that I am?”

There is a silence. Irele was not to be underestimated, especially her wit—borne from the harsh desert life in Tatooine and sharpened by her exclusive Imperial training to serve Vader—it was more of an ally to her than an asset, as some people would have remarked. She made sure that the Inquisitor was aware of the repercussions if she were to accuse the Vader’s Ward, heavier is the punishment when the treason is proven baseless and for lack of evidence.

“Then why isn’t he bound if you’ve captured him!?”

“Cal here proved to be quite cooperative that I felt that there is no need for it,”

The Jedi boy could not react—as a matter of fact, he does not know how or what. Thoughts chased each other around his head, the exchange of the two women was nearly white noise to him. Although, one coherent question could be heard in his mind, What is she planning to do with me in this?

When the white noise dissolved and his attention returned to the Inquisitor and his apparent captor, just when he thought they were coming to a close in the conversation, a trooper in black armor with red stripes—one that Cal is very familiar with—butts into the scene.

He politely does so, beginning with an “Excuse me” and when all three turn to him, the soldier fixes his faceless gaze on the young ward.

“Lord Vader has requested for you, milady,”

“Tell him it’ll take me a few minutes, I left my fighter in the other side of the island,” the fact slightly exasperated the girl.

Irele detected a croak in the soldier’s voice, as if he cut himself from what he was about to say; he gathers himself in the next second.

“He requests that you come now, we will have a shuttle arranged for you.”

with the Second Sister and the Purge Trooper standing beside each other, Irele half-shifted her eyes to her left, then quickly steeled them at the latter, perfectly masking her growing distrust. It appears she was more concerned of her favorite ship being blown to bits or thrown off to the black ocean rather than the credit of her capture being grabbed by someone else.

“Have a porter fetch my fight and dock it where I’m headed,” she commanded as she strode ahead of the trooper. She signalled for another trooper standing around to put Cal in handcuffs. The air of authority lingered upon her.

Before disappearing with the trooper, she stopped at her heels to face the Second Sister.

“You’ll take it from here, won’t you, Trilla?”

the woman did not speak. Irele took it as a yes when she hung her head and did not meet her gaze again. Irele let her thoughts run once she was alone with the trooper in the large elevator heading to the surface. The moment she left Cal alone with the Second Sister, he was open for the taking and the next competent person was there with him. Later on, her thoughts branched out to Trilla’s next possible move, which she has always anticipated from the start. Turning him in formally before Vader obviously meant that the acknowledgment is hers, and hypothetically, the favor. She can almost feel the Second Sister’s glee.

Vader’s sister was confident that she cannot be toppled that easily. Her cunning was something that her own big brother lacked and secretly envied, for he was the perfect opposite: he is sheer, brute force, imposing and terrifying just as his mere silence. Her mind wandered on the idea that while there are moments where she saw Trilla’s determination—albeit reckless and sometimes miscalculated—but she confessed to herself that she had been blind to Trilla’s desperation for favor. Being in the second highest rank among the Inquisitors meant that she would do anything to preserve that status, or evolve it—but Irele had the feeling that she Second Sister would’ve preferred the latter.

Through the maze of rock and ice, Irele and trooper find themselves in the base—the one pasr the abandoned village—and marched through the aisle of computers on either side. Her appearance caused every Stormtrooper to drop everything and greet her.

“Carry on.” she simply dismissed.

The large door disappeared into its frame, Irele makes her way to the center of the landing platform that’s jutting out of the mountain face. A gray shuttle awaits her at the end of the runway.

The humid ocean breeze was such a relief for Irele, the air in the caves felt too stale and heavy—it reminded her of the days where she was first captured then conditioned. The scent of wet grass was welcome in her lungs and for the first time, her exhale sounded satisfied, and a smile snuck in as she pushed out the last of the air before boarding the ship.

Once off-planet, she recognized her ship. Behind it—with a considerable distance—was another, and she didn’t need to know whose it is.

When the shuttle landed in the hangar of the second command ship, she gracefully strode out of the entrance, barely missing a beat in her stride; the trooper following her tails was replaced by a uniformed officer, obligated to escort the young lady to the dark lord’s chamber. Irele gestured at the man with her, essentially dismissing him and so he left as she entered.

After her first few steps through the door, she bent a knee and bowed with great reverence.

“You called for her, Brother?”

In the center of the room was a large, black shell. Parted vertically to reveal an ice-white space inside, sitting in it was Darth Vader with his back turned to Irele while looking at a screen. He later swivels his seat to face her.

“The report states that you’ve caught a Jedi,”

“As I should, yes,”

“Perhaps you’re aware that he and his companions have something far more important than the bounty on their heads,”

Irele squints her eyes in puzzlement. Vader senses that she is not hiding anything behind that expression.

“It wasn’t stated in the profile though,”

Indeed, when the profile were presented before the Inquisitors and Irele, there was no indication that Cal is in possession of whatever important thing Vader mentioned.

Irele continued, “What is it?”

“A Holocron,”

“What does it contain?”

“A list of children, Force-sensitive ones. They will be a great asset to the Emperor. I trust that you make him talk about where he’s hiding it,”

“Even if it kills him?”

Darth Vader only stared facelessly.

-

Meanwhile, Trilla did exactly what Irele had anticipated. She thought that there is the slim chance that either Irele will declare her responsibility of the capture or Vader will acknowledge it based from the reports submitted. The Inquisitor decided to gamble her luck.

“We’ll take him to the ship,” Trilla commanded another trooper.

The Second Sister takes the lead, two troopers block Cal from a back exit.

Still bound, Cal had not noticed that from the moment he and Irele met Trilla, BD-1 was missing the whole time. He was smart enough not to make his concern obvious, he trusted the tiny droid had something up in its circuits. He asked BD-1—in his thoughts—where could he be.

Alas, the tiny droid, practically invisible to the enemy, skittered rock to rock as he attempted to get closer to the troopers. Whatever the droid is planning—it will end up to be a mess. The pitter-pat of its feet was muted by the dull squeaking of the cogs in the middle of the caves. In a spider-like grace, BD jumped onto the shoulder of one trooper, the tip of his splicer sends a jolt of electricity and BD didn’t wait for him to fall to the floor before hopping to the other.

The Second Sister spun to witness the commotion unravelling before her. Not wasting a split second longer, the tiny droid immediately hopped onto Cal’s wrist and picks the lock of the cuffs. Cal’s first instinct was to ignite his saber, Trilla follows, and they exchange hits. The were too preoccupied with their skirmish that they didn’t notice a small band of bounty hunters—one of them was a droid—had been camping above the rocks and finally got the golden opportunity to jump on them.

In the middle of their interlocked saber, the hulking droid descended from its perch, the ground shook as it landed and split the two warriors apart. Then it was time for the bounty hunters to spring into the action.

“Oy, you take on the woman, get the boy!” cried the hunter, thick with accent.

Trilla and Cal each had to deal with two hunters. It would seem that Cal had gotten the shorter end of the stick since he had both the droid and the hunter’s attention. The Inquisitor was pushed to the edge, landing a lower rock outcrop with her two enemies.

Once separated, the humanoid bounty hunter fished out something from under his cape. A small metal canister explodes into a fog upon hitting the ground, partially blinding Cal; it caught Trilla’s attention and gave the enemy an opening to strike her—and strike her he did. This disoriented her long enough to make their escape with a knocked-out Cal on the droid’s shoulder.

They fled.

The Second Sister felt her stomach sink to her feet.

#cal kestis #cal kestis fic #star wars jedi fallen order fic #star wars fic #requested by anon #anon request #swjfo #swjfo fic #jfo #jfo fic #jedi fallen order #fem! oc #cal kestis x fem! oc #cal kestis x fem oc #cal kestis x oc

[tamsin-moon]

Together

Anon Ask: So Arthur survived and Charles found him, but y/n has absolutely no idea. In the epilogue he kinda lives with John Abigail and Jack (tb doesn’t exists lmao) and y/n lives in Blackwater. When they first get to Beechers Hope, they go down to Blackwater to do shit like buy the house. This is when they see y/n, wholesome shit, maybe even y/n has a kid that she was pregnant with when Arthur “died” cause why not lol

Notes: Arthur X Female Reader and I was actually thinking to write this, so the request was a tipping point. Canon divergence in which Arthur kills Micah in the end, but was really sick just from everything going on NOT tb. Charles finds him and they stay together eventually coming to help the Marstons say five years later to get the ranch and house built. Meanwhile when the gang had been falling apart Y/n left with Tilly, she hadn’t wanted to but she suspected she was pregnant and would not put that at risk. 

Work was not the easiest to come by for a single mother, but you sure as hell were doing your best. Luckily you were well accustomed to living off the land, hunting and different things so while it had not been easy since you parted ways with Tilly nearly a year ago now you were managing. Your son, Casey, was also as helpful as an almost 5yr old could be and had learned well to do what he was told. He was fairly quiet, but curious in general, liked to ask you questions, but behaved well enough.

Mostly you lived out of the wagon you owned, Tilly and her husband having given it to you despite any protest, and it had served you well so far along with the chestnut Suffolk Punch horse you had….acquired to pull it. Chester was a good boy, though, and quite protective of Casey which you appreciated. Life was actually fairly decent if you thought about it, but you wanted to find something stable to raise him. It was a surprise to you, though, as you found yourself near Blackwater, but you reminded yourself everything was over.

It would cause the pain to swell inside you for a bit as you steered the wagon down the street, eyes casting about for anything interesting before glancing back to your son who was napping in the back. Everything was calm and it seemed like that terrible event may as well never had happened, but you would always have the bad memories. Finding the general store would be where you came to a halt, you could use a few things and had a little spare money, but your thoughts would be stopping short as someone exited the store.

The faces of your companions were ones you would never forget so when your eyes fell on a dark skinned familiar one you would almost feel your head spinning. At first he didn’t notice you and would be heading towards a horse hitched nearby, but you would force your voice to work and called out to him. “Charles? Is that you?” It could be a mistake, your mind playing tricks on you, but as he turn around again with wide eyes you could feel the smile growing on your face.

Dropping from the wagon you would meet him halfway, practically jumping to hug the tall man tight and feeling a warmth you hadn’t in years as he gripped you in return. “I thought you were dead” would fall from both your mouths before you were both laughing, him setting you back on your feet and stepping back. Just looking each other over you would wipe tears from your eyes, “What are you doing here?” you finally ask and he chuckle, “I could ask you the same thing, but right now helping John and Abigail build their house”

You would feel your heart thump as he said that, was her serious? You knew he wouldn’t lie about something like that and were about to speak again when he would add, “Arthur is there too and Uncle” and the air would be practically leaving your lungs that you had to remind yourself to breathe. Arthur? He was alive. If Charles was saying it you knew it was true and you would feel a sob trying to bubble up from you, but a littler voice would be having you force it down, “Mama?” your head snapping to your son as you hastily rub your eyes, seeing him grow concerned quickly.

You had also seen the surprise coming to Charles face and would hear him comment, “So you were pregnant,” before he was stepping over with you. Taking the little boys hand you would give it a squeeze, “I’m alright sweetheart, this is one of mama’s friends, Charles. I haven’t seen him in a long while so just has me so happy I’m crying” you explain best you could before he would wave to Charles, “Hi, I’m Casey” he greet, not nervous if you said it was a friend and Charles would smile to him, “Nice to meet you”

You would feel your friends gaze fall back to you, “You going to come with me to see everyone?” he ask, but you were already nodding. There was no way you weren’t going, especially if Arthur was there. He deserved to meet his son and you still loved him as much as you did then. Casey would look at you curiously, “More friends?” he ask and you smile, kissing his cheek, “Yes, it seems they live nearby and I didn’t even know it” you tell him honestly before continuing, “But not just friends, Charles tells me your papa is there too”

Blindsiding Arthur with this would be one thing, but you had told Casey about his father plenty and shown him a picture so were certain he would recognize him. “Will he be happy to see me?” he ask and you could only smile, giving his hand another squeeze, “I am sure he will, but you might have to be patient with him a bit” you say before looking back to Charles who was just giving you an agreeing smile.

The trip itself to Beechers Hope was uneventful aside from Casey talking to Charles, asking questions and just being a curious child. It had your nerves rising the closer you got and you did have a fear that Arthur could reject you both, but deep down you knew that was unfounded. As the partially built house came into view you would see Abigail and Jack first and it would have your heart swelling, it just seemed right seeing them hanging laundry.

“Arthur must have gone out hunting or so, I don’t see his horse” you hear Charles say, turning to lead you over toward a paddock to park the wagon before you were hearing Abigail. Even at a distance the woman recognized you when she saw you and you were barely off the wagon when you were in another hug, “You’re alive! It’s so good to see you!” she would be saying before she was yelling for John. Said man coming running from around the house with Uncle right behind him and the reunion was turning into a bit of chaos.

Eventually things would settle and they were surprised and happy to meet Casey as well, Jack taking him to play while you all settled on the porch and got caught up on everything. John looking to the sky a minute, “Arthur should be back here soon, thought he saw signs of a cougar this morning so wanted to check around for it” he explain and you nodded, “I am terrified” you admit, but Abigail was swatting you quick, “Nonsense, he’ll be happy for once” she say firmly and you just do your best to nod, knowing better then to try to argue with her.

It would be maybe a half an hour later when you would hear hoof beats and looking up you would feel your heart get caught in your throat. It was a sight you never thought you would see again, the man you love riding up on a horse. Hat tucked on his head, sleeves rolled to his elbows and patting his horses neck. When he caught sight of you all on the porch you could see the confusion grow on his features and how he looked to Charles first. The man just nodding his head towards you and you could tell he lost all form of thought.

At first you weren’t certain what he was going to do, but were soon gasping as he was trying to get off his horse so fast he got caught up in the stirrup and fell on his back. You could hear him cursing from there, but it had you moving. Pulling your skirt up to practically run you would be getting to him just as he was getting to his feet and knocking him right back onto his rear. Arms wrapping around each other you would just cling, as if this would all vanish if you let go, and you couldn’t hold back the tears.

You could feel his own dripping into your shirt as he buried his face into your neck and shoulder, “Oh darlin’ I’ve missed you so damn much,” you would hear him speaking, but your own voice was a mess. It was all you could do to remember to breathe until your body calmed and you could pull back to look at him. He looked healthier then he did when you parted and it had more relief washing through you, leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek to brush your tears away.

Nothing needed to be said as you both leaned in, lips finding each others and the love sparking between you. A flame that had never dwindled, only pulling back when you needed to breathe. Finally about to speak would be when you heard it, your son’s voice, “Mama?” It seemed Jack saw Arthur ride in so he had brought Casey back around, the little boy looking between you and Arthur with a worried expression.

Taking a deep breath you would feel Arthur tense, seeing him glance between you and Casey before a look of understanding seemed to come over his features, “So that’s what you wouldn’t tell me…when you left with Tilly” he say softly and you blink, “I could see it in your face, something you weren’t saying when you told me you were goin’” It had you softening, squeezing his hand a moment, “You already had so much on your mind, you didn’t need the thought of….leaving a child fatherless on top of it” you admit before feeling little hands gripping the back of your shirt.

Looking over your shoulder you would smile, tugging him around to sit on your lap as he look up to Arthur. Said man shifting to rest on a knee would give the boy a smile and you would feel your son relax a bit, soon asking, “Papa?” and it was all Arthur could do not to cry again, but he nodded, “And who might you be, huh? Been taking care of your mama?” You could already hear the love in his tone and it had any worry in you flying away.

Your son smiling to him brightly, “I’m Casey and yeah, I try” he say happily, not even hesitating to reach for his father and you felt your heart swell as Arthur scooped him up a second later. Rising with the boy on his hip before pulling you to your feet he pulled you both close, you barely hearing him, “Don’t let this be a dream”

#arthur morgan x female reader #sarins requests #rdr2 #Arthur Morgan

[killerhatcanons]

Could u do a childhood friends hc with Trapper, The Shape and Ghostface?? 🥺🥺

Of course my friend! uwu

So we can imagine most of Michael‘s and Trapper‘s childhoods but I don’t think Danny has much of a background lore going as far soo I‘d personally also put him into a difficult household (even though I wish it were different) I also think I’ll put this one into a text form

TW: idek what to tag this with but I’m guessing abuse/domestic violence

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

Evan had always in a way idolized his father and his father had never deemed anyone worthy to get close to his son. Needless to say Evan didn’t have many friends at all when he was young. The other children were scared of his father and the stories their parents had told them about the MacMillan family. They were gruesome, as much as a parent would allow their child to hear but enough to ensure they would never want to get close to the MacMillan child.

You had always thought it was unfair. It wasn’t Evan’s fault that his dad was mean and you didn’t want him to sit alone over something he wasn’t responsible for. So you approached him and you kept approaching him even as he tried to push you away. He knew about the stories and he himself knew very well that his father wasn’t the kindest person. Time and time again had his father hit him for not following his orders, had thrown away his sketches and sent him to bed on an empty stomach as a punishment. He understood why others feared his father and he didn’t blame them. Even though he loved his father, he also despised him. He knew no one but him would endure his father’s punishments so when the tiny you approached him he tried his best to push you away. You were far too fragile, you couldn’t get close to him or his father. 

But you didn’t care. No matter how many times he rudely sent you away you always returned. And as time passed he felt himself slowly growing fond of you. You were nice to him, the only person that made him feel warm and he didn’t want you to leave him anymore. He wanted to keep your kindness, to keep the warmth you made him feel through the utter coldness he was accustomed to. So he allowed you to stay if only for a while which soon became longer and longer.

You played together in elementary school and he would protect you from anyone that even attempted to bully you. Or ask you out for that matter. He soon had to realize that he grew more and more possessive of you, that he didn’t want anyone to take you away from him. You had been with him since the beginning, had shown him kindness and understanding, had been there for him and took care of the bruises his father kept giving him. As cheesy as this sounded you had been his sun all along, naturally and selflessly giving him warmth without ever being asked to. His one and only friend.

Shit I might need to turn this into a fiction maybe? haha we’ll see

The Shape (Michael Meyers)

Michael had always been the silent child in your kindergarten group. First everyone thought he was just a little shy but you soon realized that he simply refused to speak. Of course your teacher tried to convince him to talk, even had a meeting with his parents but they assured that he learned speaking, however at one point simply stopped any form of communication. To the adults he was a hopeless case. They tried desparately to change him, but he wouldn’t budge. 

To you he was a welcome friend. You didn’t mind his silence, you knew he was listening to you and you could still play together. Well, it was mostly you telling him what to do with the toys, because he himself wouldn’t do anything besides holding them in his hand, but that wasn’t much of an issue to you. 

Of course you tried to get him to play with your other friends too, but his lack of enthusiasm often got in the way and the other kids got scared of his silent and emotionless behavior. However, even when they told you to, you refused to stop playing with Michael. Yes, he was a little odd, but that didn’t make him a bad child (killing his sister later lowkey did tho oop) so you didn’t want him to be alone. Everyone needs some company, right? 

Over time you noticed, that he would remember what you had told him to do with the toys, instead of simply holding them, to which you would give him a big smile.

This improvement you saw in his behavior made you even sadder when one day he stopped coming to the kindergarten. At first you had thought he was sick, but weeks went on without a single trace of him or his parents.

Upon asking you own they had told you he was sent to another kindergarten instead, that was specialized on children like him. You were sad of course, but you accepted it, hoping he would find more friends to play with now. 

You only later found out he was sent to an asylum instead of another kindergarten.

The Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

Danny Johnson did not have the nicest childhood imaginable. After her divorce his mother didn’t become directly abusive to him, more so the alcohol. 

He liked to think that the slurring woman bruising him wasn’t his mother, that it was simply someone else, someone more aggressive trying to be her. He didn’t want to think his mother hated him, he didn’t want to believe she would bruise him, would shout at him and blame him for what had happened to her marriage. 

Even as a young boy he knew to cover his bruises. He loved his mother, he didn’t want her to be alone even though the woman the alcohol brought out of her hurt him in every way possible. But it was his fault right? His dad didn’t want him so he left him and his mother. He was responsible and the least he thought he could do was let her let out her pain on the person responsible for her misery.

In school he didn’t talk much to anyone. He was a rather shy kid, not wanting to cause anymore trouble for anyone. At lunch he sat alone, but he didn’t mind. He also didn’t mind being called weird or gross for his greasy long hair or the bags under his eyes. Not that he wanted to talk to anyone about himself anyways. Not even to you as you approached him. 

You had watched him sit alone for a long time. He looked sad, restless, sometimes even scared and despite not even knowing him, it hurt you to see anyone in this state. So you went to talk to him. However, it took a while for him to stop avoiding you as best as he could and he eventually opened up to you a bit. He still didn’t tell you about the abuse until you reached middle school, but when he did you were determined to help him, to clear his understanding of him not being responsible for anything and to get him a new home. 

With the help of your parents you were able to get him out of his household and soon find a acquainted family that was willing to take him in. The Olsens tried their best to provide him with everything he needed. And while you knew it would take time for him to heal, you were relieved he was part of a loving family now, that would help him back onto a safe track. 

You couldn’t have known that the damage to Danny’s brain had already been done and there was no way of saving him from the twisted prison of his own mind.

OOK THESE ARE WAY DARKER THAN YOU PROBABLY WANTED BUT I OOP GOT CARRIED AWAY 

I can attempt to make it more wholesome a second time if you want these were just the most logical things that came to my mind haha... honestly idk but I usually think that someone isn’t just yk born a killer (except Michael maybe pfft) so I came up with some uhm logical upbringings to the boys haha yeet..

Anyways I’m considering turning the Evan and Ghosty one into their own separate story thingsies. Kinda hard to do something with Michael bc uhm Psychiatry but possibly something with a reader that’s also in treatment or we pull a Harley Quinn sometime who knows! 

For now I hope you aren’t too mad that this was so... dark instead of cute oop >:)) if you’re mad just let me die on the hook next time pffft

#evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #the shape #the shape x reader #the trapper #the trapper x reader #trapper #trapper x reader #michael meyers #michael meyers x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson x reader #dbd killers #dbd #dbd headcanons #the ghostface #the ghostface x reader #pre-entity