#Zain if you see this

[sweetest-honeybee]

Thinking about he fallen london au again

Hm

#Zain if you see this #I might be #drawing things

[teabutmakeitazure]

last ask and sorry for bothering you but, there is this stupid idea : chrollo having the hots for a brown darling. knowing how messed up pakistan/india's dating and marriage system is, he cant even be her boyfriend without her having massive issues lol. its not just that darling doesn't want to date him, its that her parents will kill her if they find out. its straight up kidnapping lol. i cant imagine him trying to act as a religious, pious and well meaning suitor that's too cringe.

dont get me started on "the only man you may reveal yourself to is your husband" asshole gonna use it to his advatage.

There is no way he is walking through the door and telling your parents that his second name is Lucilfer. But that's not even the problem. The problem is how in the name of all things holy did you come to know a man. A male specimen out of all the unholy things in this land and let him into your house to meet your parents.

If the excessive interrogating wasn't enough, the taunts that you're outside and being friends with men like it's no big deal are enough to warrant a month full of therapy to undo the damage to your psyche.

The arranged marriage culture would honestly baffle him. Chrollo doesn't understand why people would weigh such superficial and shallow traits so heavily when searching for a partner. It certainly doesn't sit right with him either when he's rejected by your parents for not being as cultural as them. He has money and he cares for you. Isn't that what's supposed to matter?

Chrollo doesn't see the point in keeping up such exhaustive appearances of being religious, pious and adhering to cultural values so he takes the easy route: making you disappear. Despite his initial dislike of what he called restrictive values, he has no problems with using them against you. It's true that you're only supposed to reveal yourself without hesitation to your husband, and he's the only man- er, human - left in your life. Isn't that a wonderful coincidence?

#Chrollo hears of medical colleges being filled with girls and most of them getting married off never to practice medicine made him lose hi #his* sense of logic for a while #what do you mean they work so hard to get into medical college just to get a decent marriage proposal? #that explains why the healthcare system is in shambles #and why a third of the population consists of engineers #that aside he'd probably get rejected by the parents for being too 'not brown' #i have a lot to say about yans with brown darlings because it has so much potential with the way the marriage market is #but Chrollo might immediately see the situation and think *im not doing that* #how is he supposed to show your parents that he's the best suitor when the first question is what his father does for a living #he can't just say *oh i grew up in a lawless land without any caretaker and i dont officially exist in legal records but i love you daugh #daughter very much so cant i get some slack?* #immediate rejection lmao #mother probably doesnt like how he seems emotionless #the generational trauma of emotionless men resurfaces and its an immediate no from her too #ask #zain-is-done2004 #chrollo brainrot

[dreamertrilogys]

quick assign me a (nick)name based on vibes

#forcing myself to not delete my entire online presence but by god i need to go by a nickname or smth on here #only problem is last time i did that i picked zain and you can see how that went. etc #ideally nothing that starts w/ z #.txt

[cyberlifeangel]

okay so I don't know if anyone's watching the world cup but the us and england are playing against each other right now and i was just thinking about how jason and zain would probably be watching this xD i imagine jason's dressed all patriotic and stuff while zain's rooting for england and then there's salim in the back just laughing his ass off about them arguing who will win and whether it's called football or soccer😭😭

can anyone PLEASE draw this now i need to see this😭😭

#jalim #house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #zain othman #the dark pictures anthology #PLEASE SOMEONE DRAW THIS IM BEGGING YOU ALL😭 #i hope someone sees this😭 #also help why do i always think of jason when there's anything us related LMAOOO #i'm wayy to obsessed with hoa and jalim omg💀 #but at least i'm not the only one #...right? #my life would be completed if i see anyone drawing this😭🙏🙏 #also i'm rooting for england sorry to betray you jason😔💔

[darling-zain]

Zain I think im going blind I can barely see anything anymore :7 I'm scared hold me :(

cmere i'll hold you for as long as you need <3

but tbh same like whenever i stand up my entire vision goes black and i have to take a second for it to go back to normal

low iron gang wya 🗣️🗣️

#zain>>asks #but fr you should probably see a doctor

[asongofashandarrows]

Ryan, this isn't even the first time they've joined forces in AI art this week

#this article is 5-6 hours old #the instagram post they're referencing is 7 hours old #my friend Zain tweeted JonKat AI art 9 hours ago #not to mention the two he tweeted last monday #the pixelated playground stuff is neat and i'm thrilled about the J/K validation but this whole article... ryan you need to see the light #a GoT/THG crossover is literally so easy without doing the ol ''hunger games in Westeros'' plot #they're really not that different #edit 50min later: i am calm but this article is ''truth coming out of her well to shame mankind'' except mankind is me not working on A&A

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg I loved the cellmate reader! But imagine if reader broke Sevika outta jail. Like she’s all cool about and when she walks up to Sevikas cell she’s got her hair up in her hat and sevika can’t see who she is until she tilts her head up grinning at her wife.

Sevika is so shocked to see her housewife breaking her outta jail like. The whole way back to Zain Sevika can’t keep her hands to herself, thanking her wife over and over and saying how much she’s gonna reward her for saving her *wink wink*

LOVE

men and minors dni

"this just feels wrong." you mutter as you check yourself out in the mirror. ran chuckles beside you, tugging their skirt farther down their waist.

"fuckin' tell me about it." they grumble.

they look ridiculous. their bangs are pinned back, their eyes have been washed clean of eyeliner-- they really do look like a cop. "the things i do for her." you grumble. ran giggles again.

"wasn't this in your vows? 'for better or worse, in sickness and health, i vow to love you and break you outta prison if you need?'" they tease. you giggle.

"close enough."

you're both dressed as enforcers-- the uniforms are authentic-- stolen from some dead cops.

four years after you first landed yourself in stillwater-- you're going back. this time, you aren't a prisioner, though. and, despite your current outfit, you haven't gotten a new job as a prison guard.

you're going back for sevika.

she took the charges for silco when he got caught up in piltover, and as a result, she's currently in maximum security.

it's been four months since you've seen your wife. and despite the fact that you keep your nose strictly out of silco and sevika's business-- these past four months you've been at the last drop every single night, studying stillwater blue prints and plotting with ran and silco and lock.

it all passes in a blur for you. you're so nervous, and so excited to see your girl, that you don't register much as you make your way to stillwater.

ran does most of the talking. there's not much talking to be done-- the uniforms and badges you're wearing get you in the gates surprisingly easily-- but you're too jittery to do much more than stutter. so ran does most the talking.

you keep your hand on the switchblade tucked into the waist of your enforcer skirt. sevika gifted it to you on your first real date, and she's been teaching you how to defend yourself with it ever since. you've never had to use it, mostly because everyone in the undercity knows you're sevika's, but you won't hesitate to use it now to get to her.

the familiar atmosphere of the prison is comforting, in a strange way. it's where you met sevika, where you got to know her, where you both fell for one another.

and now it's where you're going to reunite again.

the deeper underground you get, the fewer prisoners and the more guards there are. you're starting to get antsy. ran elbows you.

"relax." they grumble. you gulp.

"don't tell me to relax, it' been four fucking months since--"

"oh my god, i know." ran groans. you sigh.

"sorry. i miss her." you mumble. ran chuckles.

"not as much as she misses you." they say. you huff a bit.

despite the rough start to you and ran's friendship-- with you stabbing them the last time they were breaking sevika out of prison-- they've become a good friend of yours. especially since they're the one who's always helping you get sevika out of trouble.

they're also the one who agreed to let you come along tonight. it was meant to be ran and lock, with you as the getaway driver, but you begged to go in. you want to see her as soon as you fucking can.

and then: ran pulls you to a stop.

"prisoner." they mumble, a smile in their voice as they tap their metal fingers against the bars of a cell. your stomach bursts into butterflies when you see the signature flicker of sevika's lighter in the dark cell. you can see her smirk in the brief light, and you nearly burst into tears.

the ring of keys on ran's hip jingles as they pull them off and unlock sevika's cell. you don't hesitate to slam the door open and start sprinting into the cell.

it's the wrong move. sevika's expecting ran and lock, not ran and you: and in the dark, she assumes you're lunging at her to attack her. "wait!" ran calls after you, too late.

a crack rings out in the cell, followed by a groan: sevika socked you right in the nose. "ffffffuck, babe!" you whine, grabbing your nose.

sevika gasps in the dark. then, strong arms are hugging you and you're being pushed out into the hallway-- into the light.

"what the fuck are you doing here?!" sevika cries.

"i--" she doesn't let you answer, shoving her mouth against yours as she backs you up against the concrete wall oppisite her cell.

you moan into her mouth, your nose throbbing in pain, your cunt throbbing in arousal.

her hands trail down to your ass, then sneak up your skirt to start palming your cunt. you whimper, and she growls.

ran clears their throat.

you pull your mouth away from sevika with a gasp, but she doesn't seem to have heard ran-- her mouth ducking down to start sucking hickeys on your neck. she starts grinding the palm of her hand against your wet cunt, and you gasp-- pulling her hair hard. sevika mewls.

"janna, i shoulda brought a spray bottle." ran mumbles.

"s-sev, baby, we gotta go." you whisper, your voice shaking when she sinks her teeth into your neck. she licks the indents her teeth left behind, then stands to her full height, removes her hands from your skirt.

you cuff her wrists, then hook your arm around her elbow, guiding her down the hall as ran leads the two of you.

you've got five minutes before the real guards do their rounds and stillwater goes on lockdown when they realize sevika's missing.

ran's the only one who seems to care about this time crunch. sevika keeps shoving you against walls, grabbing your tits biting your lips, fighting against her handcuffs as she tries to grip your hips.

you let her, each and every time.

a guard stops the three of you. "fuck happened to you?" he asks you, looking you over.

your skirt's rumpled, your shirt's untucked and unbuttoned, and your enforcer hat's been knocked off and lost. all sevika's doing.

you cringe, suddenly nervous. ran just scoffs as the cut in to cover for you.

"the prisoner here got the jump on this rookie." ran explains. "broke the poor kid's nose." they gesture to your bleeding nose. you nod.

"fuckin' asshole." you mumble, trying to hold your smile back as you nudge sevika like you're angry.

she stumbles and giggles. it comes off as a defiant laugh in the face of authority to the guard. to you, you know she's fucking giddy.

he waves the three of you along.

the second you're in the van with sevika, she's on you.

lock starts the car and starts driving off, ran in the passenger seat laughing in glee at once again flawlessly slipping through stillwater's 'impenetrable' security system, and sevika throws herself at you in the back before you can even unlock her cuffs.

"sev!" you laugh. she's practically dry humping you, kissing any part of you she can reach. she hums.

"fuck-- you're the hottest enforcer i've ever seen." she mumbles. "i'm so fuckin' sorry about your nose, baby--" you cut her off by pressing your mouth against hers again.

"no fucking in the van." lock says.

you flip him off, before fumbling for the key to sevika's handcuffs.

the second one of her hands is free, she doesn't bother letting you free the other. she just lets the cuffs dangle off her mech wrist like a tacky bracelet, as she wraps her arms around you pulling you impossibly closer to her.

"i missed you so fucking much." you whimper, on the verge of tears.

sevika smells like shit. she probably hasn't showered in a week. in solitary, you don't even get a mattress-- just two blankets to lay on the ground. she's sore and grimy and she's been sitting in a dark room for weeks on end-- you planned for your first time together again to be after soaking her in a long, fragrant bath, given her at least an hour long massage, and gotten her in your freshly made bed.

it seems like that might have to be your second time.

sevika's between your legs-- both of which are hooked over her waist-- your skirt is around your waist and your hands are tugging her pants down as she grinds pathetic circles against your cunt.

"oh, fuck, i missed you too." she whines. "i love you so fuckin' much, i'm gonna put a fuckin baby in you, i missed your cunt so mu--"

"woah!" ran cries. "please! we're two minutes away from the last dro--"

"take me home." sevika growls.

ran scoffs-- "sevika, silco wants to see--"

"i'll see 'im tomorrow. or he can come over in a few hours. take me the fuck home." she demands. you giggle, using her distraction to uncuff her other wrist.

she smiles down at you when lock starts the van in the direction of your shared home.

the two of you stumble out in front of your home a minute later, lock screaming something about silco coming over in a bit behind the two of you.

neither of you notice.

you stumble into your home, attached at the lips. sevika's hands are flying up and down your body, groping your ass, thighs, hips, tits, all in quick succession. she growls as you guide her to the bedroom. "been thinkin' about you every fuckin' second since they locked me up." she mumbles. you whimper. "prison's no fun without you there."

you chuckle against her lips, stripping her of her prison uniform. you're gonna burn the clothes the second you're done with her.

you push her down-- she spreads out starfished and naked on the bed, groaning as she relaxes against the mattress.

"fuck." she moans.

you smile down at her, straddling her waist and stroking her cheek. she nuzzles against your palm.

"i missed you so much." you whisper. "i love you so much. you're the most precious thing in the world, baby."

sevika whimpers, and then, before you know what's happening, she's flipping you and pinning you beneath her.

she starts grinding against you again, but this time, both of you are naked. you groan as your cunts slide together and sevika whimpers, burying her face in your neck as she cries and fucks you.

you don't mention the tears soaking your neck. you just wrap yourself around your wife, pressing kisses anywhere you can reach as she fucks you.

"you're okay baby." you whisper, scratching against her scalp. "you're okay. 'm right here, 'm not goin' anywhere. i'll always come 'n find you sev, y' can't get rid of me that easy." you promise her.

she whimpers. "'m gonna cum."

you shiver at her words-- fuck you've missed her.

"fuck, fuck, please, sev, please, i've missed you, i've missed you, honey." you whisper. "i wanna make you feel good-- wanna make you cum-- you waited so fuckin' long all alone and--"

"but you're here now." she whispers. you moan, cumming at the reminder, and the sight of it pushes her over the edge. "baby fuck!" she cries, burying her face against your neck as she cums.

you're both shaking and crying, panting for air, soaked in sweat and cum, and laughing.

"shit." sevika sighs, nuzzling against you. you hum. "think i jerked off, like, a billion times imagining that." she mumbles. you burst into laughter. "nowhere near as good as the real fuckin' thing though." she sighs.

you kiss the goofy smile off her face. "wish i coulda snuck you some nudies or somethin'." you mumble. she snorts.

"nearly came in my pants when i realized it was you showin' off your legs in that slutty uniform."

"after you nearly shit in your pants when you realized it was me you just punched?" you ask. sevika giggles, gently kissing your swollen nose.

"simultaneously, actually. weirdest sensation of my life." she jokes. you burst into laughter.

"i love you!" you giggle. she smiles.

"i love you too."

"if you get off of me i'll draw you a bath." you offer.

"do i smell that bad?"

"yes."

she bites your shoulder and you squeak. "will you join me?"

"yes." you say.

you can feel her smile against your shoulder.

"i'm gonna marry you all over again." she mumbles.

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[boobo13cambridge]

A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: none just Papa Kylian fussing over his “perfect hattrick”

Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to get all my previous requests done. I hope you guys like this one, it was way too cute to write. My requests are open again if you guys want to send me more. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

The room was filled with a soft glow, courtesy of the bedside lamp casting its warm light upon the scene. The day's exhaustion had finally caught up to you as you lay nestled in the comfort of Kylian's arms, your head resting against his broad chest. It had been a long and arduous day, one that tested your strength and patience as you cared for your three precious children who were struck down by the flu.

The abrupt shift in weather proved overwhelming for your spirited young boys, whose boundless energy knew no bounds. They loved playing football outside in your backyard, and wouldn't miss a match at the Santiago Bernabeu if they could help it. Watching their father play was their greatest joy, and you couldn't help but fall in love each time seeing your precious four-year-olds donning their father's jersey proudly, their voices joining in unison with the fervent chants reverberating throughout the stadium. Ali, being the eldest among the trio, would often lead his younger brothers, Zain and Ilyas, in a rendition of the French national anthem before playing their ‘friendlies’, as he liked to call them, in the yard. Kylian found it absolutely adorable, officially dubbing them his ‘favourite hat trick’.

Kylian's fingers gently caressed your hair, soothing away the remnants of stress that clung to your tired mind. His touch was a balm to your weary soul, bringing you a sense of peace and tranquillity. The rise and fall of his chest against your cheek served as a rhythmic lullaby, coaxing you slowly to sleep.

As your eyes fluttered closed, the image of your children flashed across your mind. Their little faces flushed with fever, their once lively eyes dimmed by illness. My poor babies, you thought as you snuggled closer to your husband. You had spent the entire day tending to their every need, feeding them medicine, wiping away tears, and comforting them through the long hours of discomfort. 

A few hours earlier…

As the sun cast its golden rays across the room, you woke up with a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Stretching lazily, you slowly tried to get out of your husband’s embrace, the latter’s arms tightening his hold not wanting to let you go.

"Bébé, stay just a few more minutes," he murmured softly, nestling deeper into the curve of your neck. Letting out a quiet giggle, you turned towards him, placing a tender kiss on his nose and gently caressing his cheek.

"Kyky, I have to go wake up the triplets and get them ready for school," you explained, a fond smile gracing your lips.

"Mmmhhh, d'accord. But give me a kiss first," he playfully whined, his lips puckering in an adorable pout. Shaking your head affectionately at his antics, you indulged his request, pressing a chaste kiss on his waiting lips, before deftly extricating yourself from his embrace and making your way towards the room where your precious cubs slept.

The triplets' room was conveniently situated just across the hall from your own, one of the many reasons you both decided on this house after Kylian signed with Real Madrid. As you opened the door to the bedroom and stepped in, the sound of faint whimpering halted your movements. 

Alarm surged through your veins as you rushed towards the beds, the scene that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Lying in their beds, your little ones were flushed and perspiring, their small bodies consumed by fever. The sight of their usually bright and energetic faces now pale and tormented sent a wave of panic coursing through your veins.

Laying your hand on their sweaty foreheads, you felt how warm they were.

“Maman…” whimpered Ilyas the youngest of trio, slowly opening his eyes, “Je me sens pas bien.”

“Oh, mon pauvre petit chou. Maman’s here now,” you said, gently caressing his face. 

As you continued to caress Ilyas's flushed face, offering him reassurance and comfort, the other two boys, Zain and Ali, began to stir from their sleep. Their delicate brows furrowed in response to the discomfort that plagued them, their faces contorted in the grip of illness. The sight was a poignant reminder of their vulnerability, igniting a fierce determination within you to ease their suffering. 

With a heavy sigh, you braced yourself for the demanding day that lay ahead. Gathering your strength and summoning the resilience that only a mother possesses, you whispered soothing words to Ilyas, gently coaxing him to rest as you hear the distinct sound of Kylian’s footsteps approaching.

"Ils sont où mes petits footballeurs?" your husband boomed, entering the room with a wide smile that quickly faded upon witnessing the state of his babies. His expression transformed into one of deep concern, etching lines of worry across his handsome face. "Mon dieu, what happened?"

"They have a fever, Ky. They're burning up real bad," you replied, your voice laced with concern as you watched Kylian's eyes flicker with worry.

"Papa... Arrête de parler si fort, t’es pas un haut-parleur là," Zain weakly croaked, his voice barely audible, but still managing to convey his cheeky spirit, even in the midst of illness.

Kylian, ever the doting father, couldn't help but chuckle softly at Zain's response. "Roh là là, regarde le tit gamin," he remarked affectionately, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Even while sick, he'll give his dad cheek, eh?"

Moving softly across the room, Kylian approached Zain's bed, his presence exuding a comforting warmth. His large hand gently rested upon Zain's fevered forehead, the contrast between his cool touch and the heat radiating from the young boy's skin sending a shiver of concern down his father's spine. Soft words of comfort and reassurance spilled from Kylian's lips, offering solace and a father's unwavering love.

After giving Ilyas a soft kiss on his cheek, you stood up, knowing you needed to make some food for your little ones and help them regain their strength. Your heart ached at the sight of Ali, still sleeping restlessly in his bed. You quickly made your way to his side, gently brushing his dark tousled hair away from his forehead, and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

"Ky, can you stay with them? Get them a wet towel for their foreheads. I'll make them some porridge and give them their medicine," you suggested, softly running your hand through your oldest’s hair.

"Sure, mon amour. You go ahead, I'll take care of them," Kylian reassured you, his voice filled with tenderness. With a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, you left the room, your mind racing with the urgency to prepare a comforting meal for your hungry little ones.

In the kitchen, you swiftly gathered the necessary ingredients, your hands moving with practised efficiency. As the porridge simmered, you took a moment to grab your phone and dial your mother's number.

With years of experience as a mother herself, she was a source of guidance and wisdom in times like these. You explained the situation and sought her advice on caring for your sick cubs, soaking in her comforting words and practical tips.

On the other end of the line, your mother's voice greeted you with warmth and concern. "Hello, my dear. What's going on? You sound worried."

"Hi, Mom," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of relief and anxiety. "The triplets are down with a high fever, and I'm not sure what to do. They're feeling really miserable."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry to hear that," your mother empathized. "First, make sure they stay hydrated. Offer them small sips of water frequently. And if they have any appetite, light, easily digestible foods like porridge would be good."

You nodded, taking mental notes. "Yes, I'm making them porridge now. It's almost ready."

"That's a good choice, my dear. Warm and comforting. It will help soothe their throats too," your mother advised. "And don't forget to give them their medicine. Keep a close eye on their temperature and monitor their symptoms. If things worsen or if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call their paediatrician."

"I will, Mom. Thank you so much for your guidance," you expressed your gratitude, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you.

"You're welcome, my love. Remember, you're a wonderful mother, and you'll get through this. Trust your instincts and remember the best remedy is a mother’s love," your mother encouraged.

As you hung up the phone, you turned off the stove and took a moment to collect yourself. The conversation with your mother had given you a boost of confidence, reminding you of the strength and resilience within you.

Carrying the tray of steaming porridge and Tylenol back to the bedroom, you found Kylian gently coaxing Ali to wake up from his restless slumber. Your heart ached as you saw the worry etched on Kylian's face, his focus solely on their oldest, who seemed to be more affected by the fever than the others.

"Ali, mon petit lion," Kylian murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up, Maman is bringing some food. It will make you feel better, je te promets, mon coeur,"

Placing the tray on the table near Ali’s bed, you placed a hand on Ali's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His eyelashes fluttered, and his drowsy eyes slowly opened, revealing a mixture of confusion and discomfort. His weak voice quivered as he tried to speak.

"Mama... Papa," Ali croaked, his voice barely audible.

"We're here, mon amour," you reassured him, your voice gentle and soothing. "You're going to be okay. Just take your time and try to eat a little. It will help you get better."

With Kylian's support, you lifted Ali into a sitting position, propping pillows behind him to provide comfort. The fragrant aroma of the porridge filled the room, its warmth wrapping around Ali like a healing embrace. Kylian scooped a spoonful and blew on it gently to cool it down before offering it to Ali.

"Open wide, Ali," Kylian encouraged, his voice laced with both concern and determination. "Just a little bite. It will give you strength."

Ali hesitated for a moment, his tired eyes meeting yours and Kylian's. The love and support shining in your gazes seemed to embolden him. With a deep breath, he parted his lips, allowing Kylian to feed him a small spoonful of porridge. The taste brought a flicker of renewed energy to his weary body, and he managed a faint smile.

"Good job, Ali," you praised him, your voice gentle. "You're doing great."

As Kylian took care of your eldest, you attended to your other two brave little boys, who patiently waited as you served them each a bowl of warm food. Zain and Ilyas were capable of eating on their own, but as the ever-doting mother, you couldn't help but worry, despite their constant reassurances that they could manage. You moved back and forth between your sons, gently wiping the sweat off their foreheads and assisting them in drinking water. Once all three boys finished their meal, you and Kylian administered fever medicine and gently coaxed them back to sleep, hoping they would recover soon.

Seeing them in such a state made you feel helpless. Usually lively boys, they now lay there, struggling with high fevers. Observing your worry, Kylian tenderly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and planting a kiss on your hair.

"Don't worry, my love. They'll be fine," he whispered softly as you sought solace by burying your head in his chest. "I can't help but worry, Ky. Especially Ali, I've never seen him like this before."

"Shh, he'll be alright," he soothed. "If you stress too much, you'll make yourself sick, and that's the last thing you want, right? The boys will be back to normal soon, my heart, okay?"

You nodded, releasing a faint sigh, as Kylian slowly closed the boys' room and led you to your shared bedroom. He was right; there was nothing more you could do but allow the fever to run its course and nurse your children back to health in the meantime. You felt grateful to have your caring husband by your side, knowing that despite being in the middle of a busy season, he always prioritized his family.

As you gently lay down, resting your head on Kylian's chest, you prayed for your family's well-being, filled with immense gratitude for your own mother, who had spent countless nights fussing over you to ensure your well-being. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, reminding you that a mother's love is the best remedy. With that thought, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, serenaded by the soothing rhythm of your lover's heartbeat.

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[s4ith]

＊ 𝐈. Welcome to the township, a place shrouded in mystery and whispers of the unknown. It's a peculiar destination where tales of the macabre intertwine with the fabric of everyday life. Here, shadows dance with secrets, and the air is thick with anticipation.

But fear not, for amidst the aura, there are comforts to be found. Should hunger gnaw at your belly, venture forth to Kerkore Diner, where hearty meals await to satiate your appetite. And if curiosity tugs at your sleeve, why not take a leisurely stroll to City Hall? There, the history of this curious township unfolds like a tapestry, revealing layers of intrigue and wonder.

Yes, in the township, peculiarities abound, and yet, there's a certain allure to its eccentricity. So settle in, dear traveler, for here, time seems to stand still, and once you've arrived, leaving becomes unlikely.

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BELLA BRAVO — art major  — mortal — part-time barista. fc: jenna ortega

IDA CHO — art director — horseman: famine. fc: sandra oh

HARVEY DOE — florist — unknown — part-time s.erial k.iller. fc: aidan turner

ZAIN HUSSEIN — boxing club owner — mortal. fc: mahershala ali

SHERIFF PAUCAR — sheriff — mortal. fc: benajmin bratt

KERES CUORENERO — ex-armsman / diner owner — horseman:death. fc: frank grillo

JOHNNY LAKES — country singer — unknown — unemployed. fc: patrick wilson

SARGUS STELLANOX — mayor — god of time. fc: ioan gruffudd

SAINT — mortician — vampire. fc: riz ahmed

LUCFER FALLHAVEN — lawyer — the devil. fc: penn badley

FLORA FALLHAVEN — spiritualist — mother nature. fc: anneliese stubert

THE BAND ( DIE UNDER )

FIONN — lead singer — vampire ( 2000+ years ). fc: stuart townsend

MARIGOLD — lead singer — vampire ( 100+ years ). fc: gabriette

ANASTASIA — lead guitarist — vampire ( 2000+ years ). fc: marley bloodrose

JAKOB — drummer — vampire ( 2000+ years ). fc: devon botsick

#＊ 𝐈. ⁽ starter call ₎ — 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 .

[writtenjewels]

Fussy

A piercing wail cut through the night. Oh, no, Salim thought as he stirred from his bed. The cry was nothing new to him; having a fussy baby made him used to such sounds. But it might pose a problem to the marine currently crashing on Salim's couch. Which was why Salim tried getting a babysitter for Zain while Jason was visiting. The babysitter fell through at the last minute, leaving Salim to desperately plea to Allah that his infant son might sleep through the night just this once.

Allah, it seemed, did not listen.

[It's all right, son, Daddy's here,] Salim whispered, reaching to lift his crying son from the crib. He began to gently bounce and sway, rubbing Zain's back, humming softly. Sometimes that was enough to lull his son back to sleep. This time Zain kept crying.

“Salim?” Jason's voice called to him from the living room. A moment later he heard a knock at his door. “You good in there?”

“Zain woke up,” Salim answered apologetically. “I think he's hungry.” Jason didn't respond. Salim opened the door one-handed and found the American waiting.

Jason looked like a completely different person outside of his combat gear. He wore boxer-briefs—Salim had been unconsciously picturing an American flag design and was surprised to see these were fairly plain—and a muscle shirt. His dog-tag were visible, hanging from a silver chain on his neck. Jason's brown hair was messy from his recently disturbed sleep.

Salim didn't realize he'd been staring until another wail from Zain brought him back to reality. Jason's lips moved up into a little smile. “Kid's got a pair of lungs, don't he?” he remarked.

“He's hungry,” Salim repeated. Jason nodded and flicked on a lamp so Salim could find his way to the kitchen. “Thank you,” he said. He started gathering what he needed to feed his son, trying to juggle it one-handed since Zain usually got even fussier if Salim put him down.

“Lemme hold him,” Jason offered.

“Oh, no, that's all right,” Salim assured him hastily. “I've done this a thousand times.”

“I got two empty hands, Salim. Lemme hold the kid.” Salim wanted to argue again, but he wasn't sure why. He was just so used to doing this alone. Salim relented and held out his son.

Jason was very careful in taking Zain into his arms. Salim had to correct the arm positions and how Jason supported the baby's head, and soon Zain was snug in the American's arms. Zain's cries dimmed a little as he was exchanging hands. He and Jason stared at each other, and for a moment Zain was almost calm. But then he started crying again.

“Oops. Better go make that bottle, Salim.” Jason's eyes met his and Salim felt his heart skip, his body warming. He quickly looked away to focus on preparing his son's bottle.

Salim knew all the steps by heart. After his wife left him and Zain, he taught himself very quickly how to prepare baby formula. It was a little strange doing it with both hands or without securing Zain in his baby seat. Zain had settled again and he turned to see Jason had offered his finger for the baby to latch onto. He was singing to Zain and rocking him, making Salim's heart skip again.

“What is that song?” Salim asked him.

“The Pokemon theme song,” Jason explained. “Sorry, I know it's an earworm, but it's the only kid's song I know.”

“The what theme song?”

“It's a kid's show. I used to watch it when I was gettin' high.” Salim shook his head, turning away to hide his amused smile. The bottle was soon ready. He held out his arms to take his son back but Jason asked, “Mind if I do it?”

“You want to feed him?” Salim clarified.

“Sure. Why not?”

“You're my guest. He already woke you, and--”

“Babies cry,” Jason reasoned with a shrug. “I knew what I was gettin' into.” Salim didn't know what to say. “Salim, do you know what the Marine Corps motto is?” Jason didn't wait before answering: “Semper fidelis. It's Latin. Means 'always loyal' or 'always faithful.'” Salim still said nothing, waiting to see where Jason was going with this. “You havin' a baby don't change that for me.”

Salim was still speechless. He handed over the bottle and Jason encouraged Zain to take it. Salim watched, feeling almost numb with shock. He had seen the extent of Jason's loyalty to him before, down in the catacombs. It somehow felt different here. There were no alien forces to battle, no life-or-death threats. This was ordinary, mundane, normal. This was a baby who disturbed their sleep.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Jason asked worriedly. “You okay?” Salim wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“I'm just tired,” he lied.

“Take a nap,” Jason advised. “I got this.”

“I want to stay up with you,” Salim insisted. He darted a glance at Jason, feeling suddenly shy. Seeing this man hold Zain so carefully, so gently, without a single complaint had Salim's pulse going faster.

Tonight showed him a possibility he hadn't considered. He was secretly grateful to Zain for being so fussy.

#zain othman #jason x salim #house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #jason/salim #jalim #jason kolchek x salim othman #au

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: First of all, I would like to apologize for my father's— *gives Malleus a quick glare*— rude behavior towards you.

Cleo Kingscholar: I don't know if your apology would be enough. I've got beaten up into a pulp just for being a son of a former lazy housewarden.

Leona: Who are you calling lazy? *frowns*

Maze Rosehearts: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes?

Maze Rosehearts: *smiles* You don't have to apologize. My dad explained to us the situation.

Maze Rosehearts: It's just that these utter fools were not competitive.

Vito Schoenheit: Oh, please. Do not pretend you didn't eat dirt like the rest of us.

Maple Felmier: Guys, let's not fight in the presence of our families! *shimmer shimmer*

Vil: Wow, Epel. Your son seems to know how to use his charm more than you do.

Epel: My biggest mistake was introducing you to him.

MC: Again, I apologize. And also...

MC: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL HERE?!

MC: Leona! You're the physics teacher!

MC: Vil! You're the potionology professor!

MC: Kalim's working in the cafeteria!

MC: Jamil's the school nurse!

MC: And every single time I turn around, I see all your faces!

Floyd: Calm down, Shrimpy. It's all Nudibranch's idea.

Jade: That's right. He requested all of us to accompany you.

Jade: Unfortunately, Azul won't be able to since he's too busy in his business.

MC: Don't you all have your own career now?!

Leona: We just want to see you graduate this time without pulling a crazy stunt again.

MC: *got stabbed with that* S-Sorry...

Malleus: *goes to hug them* Now that all is well. Let's go walk around the school and check out the new gargoyles.

MC: ...There are new ones?

Malleus: Yes. I've got a glimpse of them while playing with the kids.

Cleo, Maze, and the others: ...

Leona: We're going back to our classes now.

Vil: Right. And Vito, we have to talk about your daily routine as the new housewarden of Pomefiore.

Vito: *mumbles* It's like I didn't leave home at all.

Leona: Cleo.

Cleo: *sigh* I'm going.

Jade: *chuckles* I wish I have kids too.

Floyd: There's someone courting you, right? Why not give her a shot?

Jade: I'm not interested to go in a relationship, Floyd.

Floyd: You and Azul will end up dying single.

MC: ...

MC: I feel like this is going to be an enjoyable freshman year for me.

Malleus: *smiles*

MC: Thanks, Pa.

Malleus: You're welcome.

Kalim: MC! Here! *waving at them* Today's food is great!

MC: Isn't it always, Kalim?

Jamil: *sigh* I'm the school nurse, but I couldn't just let him do the kitchen work.

MC: By the way, Jamil, I heard your son is the new housewarden of Scarabia. *smiles* Congratulations.

Jamil: *smiles* Thank you. But Ahmed should be the one hearing your praise.

Jamil: Speaking of Ahmed, he should be here now.

Ahmed Viper: Zain! I still have things to do! *being dragged*

Zain Al-Asim: But we're going to run out of food if we don't hurry!

Jamil and MC: ...

Jamil: Let's not bother them.

MC: *laughs*

Maze Rosehearts: I'm letting you know that we're going to have a housewarden meeting later this afternoon.

MC: I'll be there.

Maze Rosehearts: And also, please drop by in Heartslabyul. My father wants to see you.

MC: ...

MC: Do you need help, Maze?

Maze: *smiles shyly* Yes. There were two students who arrived late in our dorm and he was not happy about it.

MC: I see. Don't worry. I'll see what I can do.

Maze: *smiles* Thank you.

Cleo: *has approached* Already getting close with the Diasomnia housewarden, huh, Maze?

Maze: *frowns* Cleo.

Cleo: *smirks* Anyway, please come by our dorm too. I'll give you a tour.

Zain: *yells as he passes by their room* Whoo! PDA!

Cleo, Maze, and MC: ...

Maze: What "PDA"?

Zain: *runs back* PUBLIC DISPLAY OF ADMIRATION!

Cleo and Maze: ...

Cleo and Maze: *decided to chase him*

MC: ...

MC: *chuckles*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst malleus #twst leona #twst floyd #twst jade #twst jamil #twst kalim #twst epel #twst vil #cleo kingscholar #maze rosehearts #maple felmier #zain al-asim #ahmed viper #vito schoenheit #mc draconia

[thedreadvampy]

We had our team Christmas party/goodbye Ruth do today. and I need to show you what my friend at work made me for a leaving present because even for him it's a work of mad genius, I was just sitting there like WHAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

so you know, I get leaving gifts from my team, it's lovely, notebooks, pens, gift card, fond farewells, it's lovely, people say nice things about me

then my friend Zain says "I also got you something"

Now the thing to know about Zain is his party acumen is legendary. every year we're all resigned from the off to losing at Secret Santa because his gifts are insane. last year he made his secret santa a custom play set of one of our services in a branded box with tiny props. this year he made a custom Ken doll and box representing our colleague and it has a tiny collection bucket and a "collect them all!" sticker on the back where he'd found pictures of Barbies and Kens that looked like the rest of the Fundraising team. we'd just got done with a quiz where he made a custom video package, a Family Feud round with buzzers, and TWO Photoshop picture rounds. once. ONCE. we asked him to facilitate a team meeting and he wrote and animated a theme song. the man is insane. everything he does is so thoughtful, so labour intensive, and also so off the wall weird.

so I'm intrigued. especially since all he's holding is an envelope.

he says "I got you something. It's kind of an experience."

and hands me this letter.

(there's a bunch of good bits in here but I will particularly note that "It's going" has been his perpetual refrain for months every time I ask how it's going, to the point he usually doesn't even bother saying it any more.)

ok. I am confused. what is. THE DEVICE.

he puts THE DEVICE on the table. he hands me 4 cardboard floppy discs.

THE DEVICE is a large cardboard box. You will observe that THE DEVICE has an LED on the front. You may also observe that THE DEVICE has both a button. and a set of speaker holes.

this is because upon pushing the button on THE DEVICE, it makes a jaunty startup noise and an AI voice launches into a full minute setup speech before instructing me to load the included floppy discs into THE DEVICE. during the period of silence as I feed them into the slot, THE DEVICE says things like "ow, careful!"

THE DEVICE then makes loading noises, and instructors me to open THE DEVICE to see the contents of the discs.

inside the box, there are 4 gifts, each corresponding to a floppy disc and also to a conversation we've had at some point in the last 2.5 years.

this, of course, is in reference to my infamous Blobbyland post, and indeed to the fact that Zain, who is 3 years younger than me, actually FOUND OUT ABOUT MR BLOBBY from me taking about my popular Tumblr post

Gawrsh.zip references a conversation about Goofy dying in Kingdom Hearts, the first video game I remember finishing

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Zain asked me what my top 5 films of all time were and I said easy, Mirrormask, 10 Things, Angels In America, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Fury Road, boom. He's been just HOLDING THAT INFORMATION IN HIS HEAD FOR MONTHS.

the last one is my favourite. I was like oh no what could be in this poster tube cause what's left of the floppies is NIGHTMARE.EXE.

at my Halloween party last month, to which Zain was my only work friend who made it, we watched Nightmare on Elm Street and Zain, who had recently watched some video breakdowns on it, was pointing out humorous background details. and in the sleep therapist scene, both he and Tim pointed at the screen and started shouting TRAM CATS!!! and we were all losing our shit

the thing is there's a Very Weird poster in that scene. and now. now it's in my house also.

anyway I legit almost cried this may be the most unhinged and lovely gift that anyone has ever given me. I'm going to miss working with this weirdo so much.

#red said #OH i also won the quiz. by half a point. so i have a trophy also!

[dreamertrilogys]

just finished downloading all my snap memories & changing their dates/times in the photos app to match up with the time stamps in snap

#i’d just make a new snap under the name zain but alas you need a phone number to make an account and i don’t have two of those so #i’m deleting my old account i think #UGH but then there’s always the issue of someone seeing me use snap in public and then asking 4 it idk…. #like my second or third cousin or smth has my snap bc she saw me using it at a wedding once and asked for it 😭😭 #.txt #gender diary

[booasaur]

When the WCK aid workers were killed, I said nothing would change, they wouldn't get justice, their families wouldn't get justice. There was some noise and I hoped I was wrong, but has anything changed? Was there any kind of justice?

Now we have this situation unfolding:

To attempt to evacuate these doctors, they have to do a trial run to see if Israel will shoot the UN/international aid workers:

Monica Johnston, a nurse volunteering at the hospital, said that a primary concern of those who will be leaving is that new humanitarian workers be allowed in, otherwise the hospital campus is more likely to get overrun by the Israel Defense Forces. The plan, she said, is for the U.N. to do a test run from the hospital to the border Tuesday, only carrying U.N. staff. If those staff are not killed by the IDF — as one international employee was on Monday — then on Wednesday two medical staff will be taken to the border, and two new volunteers will be allowed in to replace them, and so on in coming days.

In the UN vehicle that might have rescued them:

One of the surgeons trapped, in fact, the one who said he'd seen more child amputations in the last two weeks than in his entire career before, saved Tammy Duckworth's life in Iraq 20 years ago.

""Save him." Save him from who? Our ally.

That nurse quoted above about the trial run, Monica Johnston, had more to say in this interview on NPR:

Monica Johnston, a burn nurse from Portland, Ore., had been treating Zain, the 7-year-old patient, since he was admitted last Wednesday with blast injuries that left 90% of his body burned. He never regained consciousness and died early Sunday morning. "When they took him to the morgue to prep his body all his burns were infested with maggots," she said. ' I just want to help. We all just want to help. But we have no tools to do it." ... "I came thinking we could do some good, despite our webinars and preparation explaining how dire the situation was here," said Johnston, a nurse with 20 years of experience. "But as time goes on we're all feeling absolutely useless and helpless and hopeless. It feels like everyone we see in the ICU ends up dying." ... Most of the American medical staff are experienced conflict zone volunteers. This was Johnston's first mission. She said she came because her skills as a burn nurse were needed — but nothing prepared her for the things she would have to do. She said after changing dressings for Zain, the 7-year-old, she decided not to continue the extremely painful process. "You know, I think the local staff understood because I think they've seen that pattern of death. But some of my teammates were taken aback," said Johnston, 44. "It was so hard to get across that it's not that I'm giving up on him. But if I do his dressings as often as they need to, to stay clean, I will deplete our entire wound care resources just on him.

#palestine #free palestine #rafah #all eyes on rafah #gaza #adam hamaway #monica johnston #israel #us politics #joe biden #the fact that the local workers were used to it #I can't even imagine the PTSD every single palestinian is living with #to make no mention of the healthcare workers #and even these poor internationals will go walk away with so much guilt #because they KNOW this is all avoidable #so many people could have been saved

[darling-zain]

(I'm 14) guy on bus tells me I look old enough

That's all he said???

"You look old enough"

CREEP CREEP CREEPY CREEP WHAT THE FFFUUCCKKKKKK

that's so EW

that's so GROSS

you're literally a CHILD what the FUCK

get as far away from him as you can kiddo just do not even look at him

#zain>>asks #im just gonna put this here #for everyone who reads my stuff #doesn't matter if you're a minor or not #my work is FICTION #do not take anything you see in my writing into real life #it's meant to stay fiction #yanderes irl are disgusting and horrible and should be locked up #as long as you can distinguish fiction from reality #i have no problem with you being on my page #remember this is all meant to stay as just a silly story on the internet

[hana-no-seiiki]

˗ˏˋ HEAVEN’S GATE ´ˎ˗

❝ Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your god has descended.

Greetings. I am Yun. I’m a deity and a part-time fanfic writ'r and artist. I’ve did enjoy yand're w'rks and has't at each moment did want to delve into tumblr since i bethink t fits mine own m're impulsive - nev'r - finishes - an - entire - booketh type of writing style

[ TRANS: Greetings. I am Yun. I’m a deity and a part-time fanfic writer and artist. I enjoy Yandere works and have always wanted to delve into Tumblr since I think it fits my more impulsive - never - finishes - an - entire - book type of writing style. ]

❝ Here to us, thou art the noon and scope of love revealed; and among mortal men, the living fountain of eternal hope. ❞

CONFESSION BOOTH IS : OPEN

Please pay attention to my rules and boundaries when joining this cult. In any case, I welcome you to my loving embrace. May your stay here be filled with only joy.

Pronouns are he/it/they/she by order of preference.

LVL 19 - AROACE SPEC - AFAB/GENDERFLUID

WARNING: This shall be a YANDERE/DDNE focused blog. Although most of my posts are soft some of it will enter dead dove do not eat territory. If you are at all sensitive to violence, blood, sexual and physical assault, stalking, suicide, all sorts of abuse, bullying and harassment, or general nsfw content, please turn back.

MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ENTERING THIS HOLY GROUND. PLEASE LEAVE IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

❝ As I draw nearer to the end of all desire, I brought my longing’s ardor to a final height. Just as I ought. My vision, becoming pure. ❞

Here’s a masterlist of my works and ocs: [ GRAND CELESTIAL ARCHIVE ]

Here’s the rules to requests/asks and what type of content I’m willing to write: [ DEIFIC COMMANDMENTS ]

My discord in case you wanna send me dms : xxalmightyyunxx

Remember to be respectful. Harassment and insults will not be tolerated in this cult.

And last but not least, yanderes irl suck please don’t replicate or seek anything i write mkay? lub u all.

❝ Beyond all boundaries, at memory’s undoing — As when the dreamer sees and after the dream the passion endures, imprinted on his being. ❞

Princess : @obsessivevoidkitten

Mr. Devil: @heartfullofleeches

Jiejie: @mellowwillowy

(Matching w/) My Mother: @cammslush

Boop Pardner (Boopner) : @harmonysanreads

Wives: @sophiethewitch1 + @cheriecelestial

Spouse: @carnivorousyandeere @doejohnsonva

Am in the harem of: @ozzgin

My lovely moots/fellow writers! Check out their blogs! : @godnectar @yandere-kittee @darling--core @compact-turtle @ghostie-luvs @darling-zain @yandere-romanticaa @pastelclovds @sagesskies @carnivorousyandeere / @doejohnsonva @on-leatheredwings @obsessedwithromance @dr0ggyfr0ggyz

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your god has ascended back into the heavens.

— quotes from Dante’s Divine Comedy (Paradiso)

#hns.txt💬 #masterlist #yandere #yandere blog