#and i KNOW i dont live there anymore but i was born & raised there so i understand what is going on currently

[kingcunny]

thank you sm!! <3

ive made a couple posts about balerion and viserys before, and i got another one in the works in my drafts. like im obviously biased but theyre one of my favorite dragon-rider bonds, even though they were only together for a year.

jorah in the main series says at one point that targaryen dragons were bred for war, and in war they died. balerion being the last of the valyria-born dragons probably has this instinct better than most. he takes aegon i as his rider because aegon is a conqueror, and is going to use him for the purpose he was born for.

the aegon i -> maegor line i think is pretty easy to understand. just like aegon i, maegor is also a conqueror. balerion sees in him that same war-instinct that he saw in aegon i, that he himself has.

maegor -> aerea is where things start to shift. balerion is an old war machine, but his last two riders died outside of war and away from him. aegon i from a stroke, maegor was eaten by the iron throne. hes made his lair on his not-quite-home dragonstone, when this upset little girl who misses the excitement of her life at court climbs on his back and tells him to take her home. i think balerion was fairly homesick at this point and thought “*i* want to go home too.” so he takes them home. back to his home. except balerion doesnt know that his home as been destroyed while he was gone. he spends those years with aerea *searching* for anything, any sign that the valyria that he remembers is still there. but theres nothing. its doomed and filled with monsters now. aerea spends the whole time begging him to take her back home, back to her mother. its only after hes injured and aerea is deathly ill that hes forced to accept that this is no longer their home. theres nothing here for them anymore, they dont belong here anymore than he belongs in westeros. so balerion reluctantly takes aerea back. maybe theres something they can do to save her, or failing that, at least shell be able to die in her home even if he cant die in his. after this balerion becomes the first dragon chained in the dragonpit.

finally, aerea -> viserys. i think viserys felt fairly alienated from the rest of his family, as he was so different from any of the other men he was related to. but he was raised to idolize old valyria (or at least the targaryens version of it) and feels that if he can claim balerion, if the last living aspect of valyria accepted him, well that means theres *something* targaryen in him. balerion was the living god of the thing he was raised to worship. when alyssa wanted to claim balerion, the dragonkeepers dissuaded her by telling her hes old and slow now, and wouldnt she rather a younger more energetic mount? i wonder if they tried the same thing with viserys, but viserys wouldnt care about that. thats not why viserys wanted balerion. all viserys wanted was balerions acceptance. balerion is very old now, old and tired and in pain. hes a war machine that can no longer fight, a dragon that can barely fly. but hes still holding on. he cant die yet. viserys is very different from balerions other riders, and i think that was the point. balerion could tell viserys didnt want anything from him, other than *him*. so balerion accepted viserys as he was, and viserys accepts balerion as he is. balerion gives viserys his final flight and thats enough for him. more than that even, after their first and last flight viserys tells baelon he wanted to fly to dragonstone but was worried that balerion wouldnt survive the flight. he was *worried for balerion*, worried about *his* health and safety and comfort. when has he had another rider care about him like that? (when has any dragon tbh...) viserys doesnt want to put more on balerion than he can handle. whatever balerion can offer him is enough. all viserys wanted was his love, and he got that. so he loves and comforts balerion in his final days. balerion doesnt have a home anymore, but viserys gives him one inside himself. he loves balerion enough to let him go. to let balerion finally lay down and rest.

(sorry for the screenshot answer i accidentally posted it before i was done <3)

#balerion #aegon i targaryen #maegor targaryen #aerea targaryen #viserys i targaryen #asoiaf #asks #my posts

[lunar-serpentinite]

assorted hjp headcanons

he takes to guitars like a bird to the sky. acoustic, bass, electric, you name it, he'd slay it

he eventually finds a way to force kreacher into retirement, but still lets the house elf have absolutely free reign in the former bedrooms of his beloved departed masters

harry has this habit of just picking up all the even mildly pathetic/helpless strays he finds on the streets and ends up raising them. 12 grimmauld place looks a lot like a menagerie now, and he kinda likes it

he went to luna for help on how to take care of his newfound animal roommates and thats how he befriended luna's then-penpal-turned-bf rolf scamander

eventually he moves to a quaint little cottage right outside of godrics hollow to be closer to his parents' final resting place. it's heavily warded, fidelius'd, and nobody except for ron, hermione and luna know the address

he never really did like living in a gated community / suburban neighbourhood, it reminded him too much of privet drive

the first time someone mocked him by calling him freak, harry blacked out a bit and the next thing he knew he was standing over a decently beat-up person

creatures associated w death like corvids, moths and the like are weirdly attracted to him. hell, he even found a whole vulture in his backyard once

harry is pretty apathetic about the notion of his own death post-battle of hogwarts. he told luna once that it felt like he was just idly waiting by for death to come by again

differences aside, he and pansy (my characterisation of her anyways) wld bond over being nosy, gossipy little shits

he would've said yes if cedric and cho invited him into their relationship lmao

i dont think hes necessarily a naturally jealous/possessive person. he just doesn't know how to properly have a grip on himself if the few scant ppl and stuff that he considers his are in danger of being taken away from him, born from trauma from the dursleys ofc. make him feel secure enough and he'd be chill

hes kinda shit at potions especially without proper instructions and motivation because he learned how to cook first, and potions deals w exact measurements while cooking is just measure based on vibes

he would make an excellent beekeeper. idk but he just gives me that vibe

harry's vibe checks are rarely wrong but he doesn't say anything abt em anymore bc hes used to ppl automatically assuming that hes a liar

"harry, why didnt u tell us" "you didnt ask. and if u did ask, youd probably assume im lying"

hes a bit of a hoarder lmao he has a small room in his new cottage thats just filled w his trinkets

he has absolutely no qualms in lying to everyone's faces if he thinks he's justified based on his own criteria of justice

he cant dance those fancy formal dances but at some point he will discover that he likes other types of dancing, just not in front of other people

harry would abuse the FUCK out of slang so he can say as little words as possible. his convo partner is confused but he also doesnt like them ? theyre a grownup with access to books, they can figure it out by themselves

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter headcanon

[hangmansgbaby]

Always Darling | 5 | J.Seresin

H E R E W E G O A G A I N

Summary: 5 years after the Uranium Mission, Jake and Willow think they’re at a calm in their life. But not everything is as it seems.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC!Willow "Vixen" Seresin, brief mentions of Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x OC Daughter!Willow "Vixen" Seresin and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC God Sister!Willow "Vixen" Seresin

Warnings: lots of crying, mentions of divorce, Seresin kids are sad, Cute Seresin family moments… lemme know if I should add more!

Note: let’s not talk about the 4 months it took me to write this 😁🙃

Apr 2024 note: I did end up updating this into an OC as I dont write my series as a reader insert anymore.

Word count: 5k

Masterlist | Always Darling Masterlist

“Beckett Walker give me back my book!” 12 year old Ellorie shouts chasing her 4 year old little brother.

“Woah slow your roll little man!” Willow laughs as Beckett runs between her and the kitchen cabinet. Beckett laughs running past Elle as she runs into the kitchen.

“Ugh! Mom! Beck stole my book!”

“Okay okay, I’ll get him.” Willow sets down the bread in her hand and walks out to the living room. “Beck, honey, where’s your sister’s book?”

“I wanna read too, mama!” Beck jumps onto the couch, the book clutched tight in his hands.

“I know buddy but this is Elle’s book, if you ask nicely maybe she’ll read you one of your books.”

“Please Ellie!” He pleads, pulling the puppy dog eyes.

“Come on Beck. Let's go pick one out.” Elle sighs, guiding her brother to his room.

“You’re such a good big sister.” Willow laughs, going back to the kitchen.

“Only because I have too!” Willow chuckles at the comment, knowing Elle loves being a big sister. Willow returned to the kitchen, making the kids lunches for school when Jake walked out of the bedroom.

“Good morning Commander Seresin.” Jake smiles, kissing his wife.

“What's up with you?” Willow questions, putting the various items into the lunch pails.

“Can’t be excited to see my beautiful wife in the morning?”

“You can when you say ‘my beautiful wife’ but my rank? Somethings up Jake.” Willow turns around in Jake’s hold, his hands resting on the counter on either side of her.

“Okay okay. I got a call today.”

“And?”

“12 month deployment. We leave next week.” Jake sighs.

“Shit.” Willow drops her head to Jake’s shoulder. “A whole year?”

“I’ll find an excuse to not go? Maybe baby number 3?” Jake smirks, raising his brows at her.

“One, no more kids. Beck is the last one. Two, there’s no getting out of deployments, even with a pregnancy. Remember the mission a week before Beck was born?” Willow sighs, rubbing Jake’s shoulders.

The day Jake had to leave was almost as hard as when Willow found out Jake went missing. The pregnancy had been so much worse than Elle’s. Morning sickness lasted the whole nine months and Willow had at least 5 scares in the last 3 months and to top it all off, Jake was still overseas until Beck was 6 months old. He barely made it to a serviced area to be there over FaceTime.

“You gonna be okay?” Jake questions, holding her close.

“We’re always okay.” Willow smiles. “But ask me again when you call, I may be crying cause I miss you so much.”

“Hey, we’ll get through it. We always do.” Jake presses a kiss to her lips before stepping away. “But we have a whole week together. Beck! Elle! Let's go! We're gonna be late!”

“Coming!” Elle shouts.

“You wanna be on drop off duty today?” Willow asks, handing Jake the kids lunches.

“Of course darlin. See you at work.”

“Bye mama!” Elle runs by hugging her mom as she passes.

“Bye bye mama.” Willow squats to Becks level and he kisses her cheek.

“Such a gentleman.” She leads him outside, Beck insisting Willow walk outside first. “Be good for Daddy, little man.”

“Love you mama!” Both Elle and Beck shout as they climb into Jake’s truck, Beck with Jake’s assistance.

“See you on base darlin.” Jake kisses his wife again before climbing in and pulling out of the driveway.

Willow smiled, waving as the truck drove by, disappearing from her sight. She quickly heads back inside grabbing her things before climbing into her own car and heading to base.

“Hey Vixen.”

“Hey Bradley. Leaving with the team next week for the deployment?” Willow unlocks her office and Bradley follows her in.

“No, I had some leave pre-approved. I’ll be in Virginia for about a month and a half.” Bradley tells her.

“Oh? Visiting old friends?” Willow questions.

“Actually wrapping up mom’s estate, I think I’ve put it off long enough.” Bradley tells her. “Which is why I’m here. I was wondering if you had enough vacation days to come with. With Jake gone, figured you could use the distraction.”

“I guess it would be nice to show the kids a bit of my childhood.” Willow laughs. “They literally live in Jake’s every Christmas.”

“Yes! Come on Vix! For old times sake!” Bradley pleads.

“Fine! But I’m not flying the kids out there.”

“I’d appreciate the company and the help.” Bradley smiles.

“I’ll put the request in. Wanna road trip with us?” Willow questions pulling the paperwork up on her computer. “Be kind of nice to stop by the ranch, let the kids see everyone.”

“Of course. I’ll get everything set up for the drive.” Bradley smiles. “I’ll meet you at your house after they ship out.”

“See you Bradley.” Willow calls as he heads out of her office. She pulls up the leave request, filing everything as needed. Hours had passed when suddenly there was a knock on her door.

“Commander Seresin?”

“Yes?” Willow looks up to see one of her students standing at her door. “Lieutenant Jones, what can I do for you?”

“With graduation on Saturday, I just wanted to thank you, Commander. I didn’t think I could do this when I got here. You made me see otherwise.”

“I’m glad you figured it out, Lieutenant. You wouldn’t have been brought here if you didn’t belong.” The pilot nods before turning to exit but is stopped by Willow. “Oh Lieutenant, if you see Lieutenant Commander Seresin on your way out, would you let him know I need to see him?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Willow smiles at the young man as he leaves the room. She finalizes her paperwork, printing off a copy of everything before emailing it to the necessary people. She receives an immediate response from Admiral Simpson approving the leave. The man was sending her husband overseas for a year, the least he could do was give her a decent vacation time.

“Hey Darlin, was walking over with lunch when a very nervous pilot said you needed to see me.” Jake chuckles, setting the sandwiches he brought onto her desk. “Pretty sure he thinks you sent him for me so we can have sexy time in your office.” Jake winks as he drags a chair around to the side of her desk.

“Never happening again. You got us caught by Mav, Rooster, and Warlock that day.” Willow raises a brow at him as she slides the leave papers across the desk to him before reaching for her sandwich.

“Leave? Darlin I’m gonna be on deployment I can’t vacation.” Jake sighs, sliding the papers away. Willow sighs, she takes a bite of her sandwich and slides the papers back towards him. She points at the name before picking up her sandwich again. “Why are you going on vacation?”

“Bradley has decided to finally pack up his mom’s house so I'm going to help him.” Willow answers.

“And the kids?”

“They’re coming with us.” Willow turns to her husband. “We're gonna drive through and stop in Texas. See your parents and sisters.”

“That’ll be good. Good distraction from it all.” Jake smiles at her. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m glad you and Rooster are close.”

“Well we needed a godfather for our son.” Willow laughs.

“Don't remind me.” Willow could see Jake facepalming in his mind. “I'd rather have it be Coyote.”

“Regret demanding that he be Elle’s, don't ya?” Willow teases.

“I regret it everyday because you threatened to kick me out of the room. I was scared I was gonna miss it.” Jake retorts.

“Don’t piss off a pregnant woman. Definitely don't piss off one who had to give up a year of her career because you can’t pull out.” She glares.

“You win, I was an ass. I’m sorry darlin.” He leans close to her, his signature smile plastered on his face, puppy eyes in full effect or as Willow calls them the Seresin Pity Eyes since Jake, the kids, and Jake’s entire family could do it but her.

“Apology,” she kisses his waiting lips. “Not accepted.” She smirks, turning back to her food and ignoring the shocked look on his face.

“Puppy dog eyes always work on you!” He wines.

“No. They work when Beckett does them.”

“But Beck is literally just a mini version of me.” Jake drags the eyes back out. Willow looks at her husband. Every inch of Beck screamed Jake. Bright green eyes, shaggy blond hair, even the little southern twain he picked up from his father and sister.

“With my attitude. That's why he’s a mama’s boy.” Willow laughs. “Same way Elle looks like me but has your attitude. Plus she’s had you wrapped around her finger since the day you found out we were expecting. Daddy’s girl.”

“Bullshit they’re both daddy’s little angels and you know it.” Jake smiles. The kids love their dad, they really do. Whenever Willow had said no to anything they immediately went to Jake and all they had to do was whip out the puppy eyes and he was a goner.

“They love you. They're gonna miss you this year.”

“I hate leaving them.” Jake sighs. “I think we should bring them to the docs like we did when Elle was little. Let them say bye to everyone.”

“I think that's a great idea. Beck will definitely love it.” Willow smiles. “You leave Sunday right?” Her smile drops on the topic, bringing it up was honestly not how she planned to spend their lunch hour but she knew it was better to bring it up sooner rather than later.

“Yea, I was thinking we could get everyone together for a beach day on Saturday. One last hoo-rah with the kids?”

“Sounds like a great plan, I know they’ll love to get some time with you all before you leave.”

“I’ll let the team know.” Jake smiles at her. When she doesn’t return the smile, Jake knows she’s in her head. “Hey, you know I love you right?” Willow simply nods, focusing on the sandwich before her. “Darlin.” Jake reaches over to grab her hand. “I’m going to come home to you like always if that's what you’re worried about.”

“Its not that.” She glances up at him. “And you can’t say like always. You almost didn’t a few times.”

“I’m here aren't I?”

Willow gave him the look, the ‘don’t be a smartass with me’ look. “You’re just going to miss so much. First day of school, birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, all of it. I don’t know if I can do that on my own.”

“Hey. You are the most badass person in the Navy by far. You are going to be able to handle this next year with grace and beauty as you do everything else.” Jake kisses her temple as he stands. “I gotta get back to my meetings. I love you. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye. Love you.” Willow replies softly. Jake sighs as he turns to leave.

His detachments were always rough. Willow and Jake have been leaving each other behind on and off their entire careers, it has always been difficult leaving. And it only got worse when Elle was born. Willow was called away less after Elle’s birth, part of that being Ice’s doing, but the more Jake got called away the more strained their relationship got. Willow felt so alone in the early years of their marriage that when she made a comment about divorce to Ice, Jake was on a plane home the next day. After months of counseling, leave time, and minimal communication, Jake and Willow had worked through their rough patch.

But then Jake got called out a week before Beck was born, and it almost set them back to where they were all those years ago. Jake knew this one would strain them again. He just hoped that this trip with Bradley would make it less so since she wouldn’t be alone.

“Please don’t go daddy.” Beck cries as his small arms are wrapped tightly around Jake’s neck.

“I’ll be back before you know it, little man.” Jake holds his son, trying to soothe his little cries. “You’re gonna have so much fun with mama and sissy, even Uncle Rooster is gonna be there.” Jake internally groaned after he made the comment, still hating that his kids took to their “Uncle Rooster” too easily for his liking.

“Am I gonna see gramma and grampa too?” Beck sniffles, still not releasing his dad.

Jake chuckles softly. “Yea and Aunties and your cousins.” Jake pries his son’s arms away from his neck to look him in the eyes. “You’re gonna have so much fun, you won’t even know I’m gone.” Jake smiles at the little boy.

“I’ll know you’re gone.” He pouts. Jake stands from his crunched position, pulling Beck up into his arms.

“Yea, but all you gotta do is talk to mama and she’ll make you feel better. Isn’t that right, mama?” Jake asks as Willow comes over from saying her farewells to Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote.

“Absolutely.” She smiles while kissing her husband’s cheek. “Now give daddy a big hug.” Beck quickly relatches to his father.

“I’ll miss you, daddy.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, little man.” Jake holds Beck tightly. “Can you go to mama so I can hug your sister?”

Beck only nods softly, still crying as he’s passed into Willow’s arms. She whispers to him as she walks over to the rest of the pilots so he can say bye to them too.

Jake smiles at his wife and son before turning to his oldest who stands off to the side, alone. “Come here, pumpkin.” Elle's eyes fill with tears as she moves into her dad’s arms.

“I don’t like it when you leave.” She softly cries into her father’s chest.

“I know pumpkin. I don’t like leaving either.” He holds his daughter close.

“But you have to go.” Jake only nods at her words, wanting to hold his little girl just a little longer. He wouldn’t be able to say she’s his little girl come next year. She’s turning 13 next May, a teenager. Jake lets a few tears slip when he realizes what he’s missing. Beckett starts Kindergarten in 2 months. Elle graduates from 8th grade next year. And he’s going to miss Willow’s captain promotion come September that Cyclone had privately informed Jake about a month ago.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Jake kisses her head softly before pulling back to look into her green eyes, identical to his own. “Look after your mama and brother okay?”

“I always do.” Elle smiles softly.

“That’s my girl.” He kisses her temple before tickling her sides softly. “Why don’t you help you brother say bye to everyone so I can talk to Mama.” Elle nods, giving her dad one more hug before she runs over to the large group of aviators surrounding the 4 year old.

“Hey handsome.” Willow smiles as she makes her way back to her husband.

“Darlin.” Jake smiles, pulling his wife in for a kiss.

“They’re gonna miss you.” She pulls back from the kiss to rest her head on his chest, she watches the majority of the dagger squad hugging her kids.

“I’ll miss them more.” Jake smiles softly. “But mostly you.” He holds her tightly until their superiors are giving the signal to leave. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Willow looks up, kissing him one final time. “Come home safely.”

“Always darling.” Jake follows his friends towards the carrier as Elle and Beck come up beside their mom. Willow lifts Beck from the ground to hold her still crying son.

“It’s okay, little man. Look, daddy’s waving from the boat.” Beck looks up and waves back at Jake one final time before he disappears from their sight.

“Grandma! Grandpa!”

“Oh there’s my precious grandbabies!” Jake’s mom pulls Elle and Beck into a massive hug before they pull away to hug their grandpa. “Hi sweetheart.” She turns to hug Willow.

“Hey Mama.” Willow smiles, hugging her mother in law. “This is Bradley, also called Rooster, my god-brother.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please, just Mama. Everyone calls me that, no point in changing it now.” She chuckles. “Come on in! Nancy should be here any minute with the kids for dinner so the kids can see each other.”

“I see why the kids use Mama instead of mom or mommy.” Bradley laughs, following Mama, Willow falling instep with him.

“Good ol southern boy. That's Jake.” She laughs. “He actually started it, said he couldn’t imagine our kids calling me anything different.”

“How are you holding up?” Bradley questions.

“The same as I was when you asked me yesterday at my house. I miss him but I’m fine.” Willow groans.

“Auntie Willow!”

Willow turns at the call of her name, 18 year old twins Maddelyn and Gracelyn come barreling down the hallway. “My favorite nieces!” Willow tugs them both into a hug. “What are you two doing here? I thought you’d be off enjoying your last summer of freedom. Excited to start at UT?”

“Actually…” Grace starts and Maddie continues, finishing each other's thoughts.

“We start at the Naval Academy in August.”

“No way! That's so exciting!” Willow smiles at the girls. “Do you know what you wanna do when you graduate?”

“Aviation.” Maddie answers.

“Just like you and Uncle Jake.” Grace continues.

“Well I look forward to seeing Lieutenants Seresin in my Top Gun class in a few years.” Willow smiles. “I think Elle and Beck are in the backyard.”

“Race ya!” Grace shouts, sprinting to the backdoor. Willow laughs watching the girls run up to each other. Despite the seven year age gap, Elle saw Maddie and Grace as her older sisters and loved every opportunity to see them.

“I see the girls already beat me here.”

“Hey Nancy.” Willow turns to face her sister in law. “Yea twins are already outside with Elle. Hey Tommy Boy.” Willow ruffles the hair of her 6 year old nephew.

“Hi Auntie Willow. Where’s Uncle Jake?”

“He’s on a big boat for work.”

“But he promised more plane facts.” The boy pouts.

“You know, I brought someone with me.” Willow kneels down before the boy. “Tommy, this is Rooster. He’s a pilot like me and Uncle Jake.”

“Do you know about cool planes too?”

“Yea, in fact I know more than your Uncle Jake does.” Rooster answers, squatting down to Tommy’s level.

“But Uncle Jake knows everything!” Tommy defends, always quick to defend his favorite uncle.

“You’re right. Uncle Jake knows everything but I know beyond everything.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Why don’t you show Rooster where the living room is and ask him a million questions?” Willow suggests. Tom immediately grabs Bradley by the hand and drags him away from his mother and aunt.

“Hey Willow.”

“Hey Nance.” Willow wraps her sister-in-law in a tight hug. Of all of Jake’s sisters, Nancy was the closest to Willow. “Before you ask. I’m okay.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Nancy laughs, leading towards the kitchen.

“Bullshit.” Willow laughs.

They had only spent one night on the ranch much to the kids' dismay before embarking on another two days' drive to Virginia Beach. Elle and Beck slept most of the way there, giving Willow and Rooster time to catch up as they switched off driving, talking, and sleeping. When they finally arrived at Bradley and Willow’s childhood home, both kids were fast asleep in the backseat.

“I’ll grab Beck and take the keys, can you grab Elle?” Willow asks, putting the truck into park. Bradley nods passing the house keys into her awaiting hand before moving to pull his niece from her seat.

Willow gently unbuckles Beck and pulls him into her arms. He stirs in her arms, and mutters something not even Willow understands. “Shhh, go back to sleep. It’s okay buddy.” The boy nods off as Willow unlocks the front door, Bradly just behind her with Elle in his arms.

“I’ll put Elle in Mav’s old room, Beck can have mine since it's across from your’s.” 

Willow nods, “Where are you gonna sleep?”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Nonsense, Bradley. At least sleep in your mom’s room.” Willow protests, stopping outside of Bradley’s bedroom. As Bradley sets Elle down on the bed in the room next door.

“I’d rather not go in there, Vix. Not yet at least.” Bradley answers, closing the door.

“Then take your room, Beck can just sleep in my room.”

“I probably won't sleep much, Vix.” Bradley pulls Beck from her. “Get some rest, I’ll keep an eye on the kids if they wake up.” Willow nods, opening her own bedroom door that sits identical to how it looked 27 years ago. “You guys never messed with my room?” She asks when she feels Bradley’s presence behind her.

“I was the only one here for a couple of years before I left for the academy.” Bradley smiles. “Get some rest, Vix.”

“Night Rooster.” Willow barely closes her door, leaving it open to where she can see across the hall to where Beck slept. Laying in her bed she can clearly note the lack of Jake’s scent, something she never spent more than a few days without.

Usually, one of Jake’s hoodies would be wrapped around her but the two she had brought were currently attached to her children, both of which had gravitated to sleeping in their father’s childhood bedroom when they were in Texas. She sighed as she wrapped herself in the blankets, pulling one of the pillows for her to hug in her sleep, soon drifting off.

“Mama?” It wasn’t the question that woke her but the soft sniffles that pulled Willow from her sleep, immediately wanting to check on the child before her. Opening her eyes, she could see Beck standing to the side of the bed, tear streaks visible on his cheeks, proving along his sniffles that he had been crying.

“What’s wrong little man?” She can see his small frame drowning in Jake’s sweatshirt.

“I want daddy.” He lets out, barely over a whisper. “He didn’t come get me when I started crying.” That broke Willow’s heart. Anytime one of the kids cried in the middle of the night, Jake was quick to pull them from their beds and bring them in to sleep between him and Willow.

“You wanna sleep with me tonight?” Willow offers, pulling the blankets back. “I know its not the same without daddy.”

“Please mama?”

“Come here.” Beck scrambles up onto the bed tucking himself against Willow pleading for her to sing to him. She chuckles softly, blaming Jake’s habit of singing to Beck every night when she was pregnant. She sings softly, whatever song first came to mind, holding her son tightly to her as he falls back asleep. Jake’s scent radiates off the hoodie, pulling her to sleep as well.

“Mama! Mama!” Willow is shaken from her sleep. “Uncle Rooster made pancakes!”

“Did he?” Willow yawns, tugging Beck back into the bed.

“Mama! Come on!” Beck giggles as she wraps her arms around him.

“Mama! Beck!” Elle walks into the room. “Uncle Rooster is threatening to eat all the pancakes.”

“Come here.” Willow calls over her daughter.

“He won’t let me eat without yo—!” Willow tugs Elle down next to her, holding both of the kids.

“No, we're having morning cuddles.” Willow laughs, tickling the kids' sides. “How’d you sleep, baby girl?”

“I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Mmm you’re still my baby.” Willow tugs Elle closer. “Always gonna be my baby girl even when you have your own.”

“Hey I thought I sent the munchkins to get you. Not go back to bed.” Bradley asks, stopping in the doorway.

“Mama holding us hostage Uncle Rooster!” Beck squeals as Willow tickles him again.

“Oh no! Uncle Rooster will save you!”

“Mama, no!” Beck squeals again when suddenly Elle joins in. “Ellie!”

“Oh Miss Elle getting in the middle.” Willow laughs, going after her daughter.

“Ahh Mama!”

Bradley takes the opportunity to pull Beck from the bed and over his shoulders. “Quick! Escape!” Bradley takes off running through the house.

“I don’t think so!” Willow jumps up to follow the boys before her phone starts ringing. “Elle can you hand me my phone?” Willow calms her breathing as Elle passes the phone.

“I’ll go get Beck settled for breakfast.”

“Thanks, sweetie.” Willow ruffles her hair as she answers the restricted number. “Commander Seresin.”

“Hey darlin.”

“Jake?”

“How was Texas?” Jake asks.

“It was good. Tommy was really sad that you weren’t there.”

“I’m gonna have to make that up when I get back.” Jake chuckles.

“How’s carrier life?”

“Missing you guys. How are the kids holding up?”

“Missing you. Beck was pretty upset that you didn’t come pick him up when he started crying.” Willow sighs. “He even had me sing him to sleep.”

“God I hate this.” Jake sighs. “Can I talk to them?”

“Yea. They’ll probably take the rest of your call so I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin.” Willow switches the phone to speaker phone and walks out to the dining room.

“Beck, Elle. I got a surprise. Say hi.” Willow says as she sets her phone on the table between the two.

“Hello?” Elle questions.

“Hey pumpkin.”

“Daddy!” Beck shouts, mouth full of pancakes. “Are you coming back?” Willow’s eyes water as she listens to their exchange. Bradley looks up from the stove to see her longing stare and quickly wraps up the pancake he’s working on.

“Vix.” He whispers. “Come here.” He leads her to her bedroom where he finally lets his volume rise. “You okay?” As if that question was finally the key, Willow lets out a sob and Bradley wraps her in a hug, “It’s okay, let it out.” He whispers over and over, waiting for her to slowly calm down.

“I miss him so much.” She sobs.

“I know, Vix.” Bradley sighs. “He’ll be home before you know it.”

“I want him home now.” She cries. “I can’t do this on my own.” She sobs.

“Maybe you should talk to Hang—“

“No!” Willow stops him. “He worries enough as it is when he’s gone. Especially after the amount of times we almost divorced over this. I tell Jake how I’m feeling he’ll retire. And we both know how much he wants to make admiral.”

“Vixen you have roughly 360 days until he comes home.” Bradley reasons. “You’re just going to sit in silence and pretend everything is okay?”

“No. I’m just not gonna tell Jake. Or the kids.” Willow replies. “If he finds out, he’ll come home. He’ll even steal a jet if he had to.”

“Do you at least have someone you can talk to?”

“I have you.” She shrugs, already acting like she didn’t just lose it over a single phone call.

“A professional Vix. You need someone who can help you work through this.”

“I’m fine, Rooster. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Willow turns around, takes a deep breath and then moves back into the main part of the house. “Hey. Dad have to go?” She asks, seeing her children silently eating.

“Yea.” Elle responds.

“But Daddy said he’d call next week!” Beck smiles.

“Remember Beck, he may not get to talk next week. We just gotta wait.” Elle reminds her younger brother. Willow offers a small smile to her daughter, knowing the amount of times Elle got let down cause Jake couldn’t keep a phone call date or would call after bedtime, just barely missing her. “Oh mama, you got a missed call here.” Elle hands her mom her phone.

Willow eyes the voicemail, recognizing the local number before hitting play.

“Good morning, this is Admiral Parker Smith. I’m trying to reach Commander Willow Seresin. If you can give me a call back at…” Willow was barely listening as the Admiral rattled off the contact info.

She dials in the callback number, reading it from the voicemail transcript.

“Admiral Smith.”

“Good morning Admiral Smith. This is Commander Seresin returning your call.”

“Commander, perfect timing. I heard you were in Virginia Beach.”

“I am. Was there something you needed me for?” Willow replies.

“We're sending out a team on an urgent mission next week from Oceana and we need a team leader.” Admiral Smith reports. “Now I read the Uranium Mission file, you headed that squadron did you not?”

“I did.”

“Wonderful! I have papers here for you Commander. You’ll be leading this mission.”

“Sir, I’m here on vacation with my children. Their father just left for a year-long deployment.” Willow protests.

“I’m sorry Commander but you’re exactly what we need for this task. If we had another option we’d take it.” Willow sighs, she glances over at Bradley who’s playing with Elle and Beck as they clean up breakfast.

“How soon do you need me to report?” She asks.

“Tomorrow.”

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[emmie-tt]

hello writer,

hope you're having a good day, can I request you a Harry Potter X reader post war where they both are raising ted together as friends but then Harry falls for the reader and reader doesn't know it.

Just Friends...

Description: Raising a child with your best friend is all fun and games until feelings start forming

WARNINGS: death, yelling

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Y/N POV

This was not supposed to be happening..I look down at the people I called my parents for the past year as they lay dead on the ground. I look at Harry, my best friends, as his arms wrap around me. I hug him back as we cry together.

After a few minutes I remember something- more like someone. I pull back and look at Harry with wide eyes. "harry...teddy.."

His eyes widen as he stares back at me, after a minute of what looks to be a staring contest he grabs my hand and takes off running out of the great hall straight to where Ted was staying with one of Tonks friends house.

As we arrived I look at him and take a deep breath "what- who's gonna care for him? I mean- they didn't have any family did they?"

Harry shakes his head then looks at me "no...but they had us, they cared for us so the least we could do is care for their son."

My eyes widen at what he was saying. He noticed and sighed before continuing "y-you dont have to...I didn't mean to throw that on you.."

I shake my head "no- no I want to help...just didn't expect you to say that"

He chuckles softly and grabs my hand "we've got this...let's go get him.."

I nod and start walking into the house, we explain the situation then pick up baby Teddy...

Tears fill my eyes as I stare down at the small baby in my arms..the baby that didn't even get a chance to know his parents, the baby that was born into a world full of hate...

Harry gently wrapped his arms around me and Teddy attempting to comfort me

My body leans back against him as I attempt to keep my tears from falling, Teddy slowly stirs in my arms and looks up at me. A small smile takes over my face and Harry slowly leads me outside after grabbing Teddy's bags.

After a few hours we make it to the burrow. When we walk in all eyes land on us, Molly makes her way over to us and wraps her arms around us in a warm hug.

After a minute she pulls back and Ginny walks over and gently takes Teddy from my arms, after she walks away to take him to bed I turn around to face Harry as my arms wrap around his body.

We stand in the burrow kitchen hugging, crying and comforting each other for the next few hours before we finally head to bed deciding to sleep together since neither of us wanted to be alone.

-6 months later-

Y/N POV

It's been a long 6 months, Teddy has officially started crawling. Me and Harry made the decision to buy a small house together so we weren't staying at the burrow anymore.

Since living with Harry I've slowly started falling for him...how could I not? Watching him with Teddy makes my heart explode with happiness.

A few weeks ago Teddy started calling Harry Dada..We knew it would happen but it still surprised us to say the least. It made me realize that we aren't just Teddy's older siblings that have to care for him...were his parents...at least the closest thing to them now...

As I stand at the kitchen in the window lost in thought I feel a small hand touch my leg causing me to jump, then I hear a laugh coming from the kitchen doorway.

I look down and see Teddy sitting next to my leg staring up at me with his adorable smile..I pick him up and hold him close, my smile grows as he nuzzles his face into my neck

-HARRY'S POV-

I wake up to a small cry, I reach over and grab my glasses and put them on before turning to see if y/n was still asleep, I had came into her room last night after another nightmare.

I frown slightly when I see the bed is empty. My gaze snaps over to the crib in the corner of the room that has a whining baby in it. I get up and walk over to him and pick him up.

As we make our way out of the room and downstairs to make him his morning bottle I see y/n in the kitchen zoned out. I stand and admire her for a moment before snapping out of it.

I smile and set Teddy down when he starts squirming, he crawls his way over to her and grabs onto her leg causing her to jump. A laugh escapes my lips as she looks down at him before picking him up. I continue watching them as Teddy snuggles closer to her, watching her with Teddy is my favorite thing...She's so gorgou- wait. no she's my best friend...

A small sigh leaves my lips as I shake my head to try and get rid of the thoughts

Y/N POV

I turn around to face Harry only to find him leaning against the doorway with only his sleep pants on..

I look away from him to hide my blush, he makes his way towards us and kisses my forehead softly whispering a "good morning..."

I nod and say a small good morning back before busying myself with making Teddy his morning bottle, after it's made I take him into the living room and lay him down in his bouncer seat (were gonna say they have those things-) and give him his bottle before heading back to the kitchen

When I get there the kitchen is empty so I start with the dishes from last night before making some breakfast. As I flip the pancakes I feel arms wrap around my waist causing a gasp to fall from my lips.

I turn around and look at Harry who has a smirk on his lips, I gently smack his chest "you scared me!"

He laughs "your very jumpy this morning, everything okay?"

I nod and turn back around "just...another nightmare last night is all" I finish the food and set it onto plates before moving myself out of his arms and handing him his plate

He nods and rests his head on my back before huffing in annoyance when I move away. He takes the plate while looking at me with a playful glare. A giggle erupts from me as I kiss his cheek and walk off to the living room, I sit on the couch and start eating.

-HARRY'S POV-

After y/n took Teddy to the living room to give him his bottle I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I finish with that I walk back to the kitchen to find her finishing up the dishes, a smile forms on my face.

I know I shouldn't be feeling like this, she probably doesn't feel the same way but...the heart wants what the heart wants right?

After a few minutes of just admiring her I walk over as finishes up breakfast and wrap my arms around her waist, she jumps again causing me to laugh softly.

She turns around in my arms and I stare down at her pretty face laughing harder when she gently smacks my chest and says "you scared me!"

"your very jumpy this morning, everything okay?'

She nods and turns back around which allows me to rest my head on her back and hold her close, a frown overtakes my face when she says "just...another nightmare last night is all"

An annoyed huff leaves my lips when she moves out of my arms. When she hands me my plate I playfully glare at her causing adorable giggles to leave her pretty lips.

I watch as she walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, she takes a seat on the couch so I walk in and sit down next to her and start eating.

-TIME SKIP 9 HOURS-

Y/N POV

As I finish getting Teddy ready for dinner, just into some comfier clothes. I sigh and head back to the kitchen somewhat glad when I find it empty.

Harry has been extremely touchy all day..It's driving me crazy. Also making it very hard to ignore my feelings for him. I set Teddy in his highchair and start getting stuff out for dinner when Harry comes inside.

He walks into the kitchen and over to Teddy kissing his forehead and nodding along to the small babbled that Teddy says. I watch them for a minute but quickly look away when he looks over at me.

As I finish dinner I make me and Harry's plates before giving Teddy things he can eat.

We sit down at the table and start eating. A very thick tension settles over us only letting up when we focus on the small boy who is making a mess..again

After we finish dinner Harry takes Teddy to give him a bath, I stay downstairs and clean up everything from dinner. Just as i'm about to finish up cleaning I hear someone clear their throat.

My head turns and I see Harry standing the doorway. He makes his way over to me and leans against the counter "you okay?"

I nod and go back to washing the dishes only to have my arm grabbed, my head snapped up to look at him "your not- what's wrong? did i do something?"

I sigh and set the plate down that I was washing "nothing is wrong. i'm fine."

He scoffs and pulls me close to him "right. you done lying to me yet?"

I groan and and push myself away from him. "this! this is what's wrong!"

He stares at me confused "what are you talking about?"

I sigh and motion back and forth between us "this. you. you and your touchiness! i-it's driving me insane! i'm trying so hard to not fall for you- well to ignore the feelings I have for you but you make it so hard! with the constant touching and helping and being an amazing dad! a-and the no shirts, and the sleeping in my bed! i'm in love with you but i'm trying to not be but your making it so damn har-"

He cuts me off with a kiss, a very passionate yet sloppy kiss. I gasp softly and kiss back while wrapping my arms around his neck as I deepen it slightly only to be interrupted by a small voice "Dada! Dada!"

We pull back and look over at Teddy who's crawling his way over to us with a smile. Harry smiles and leans down and picks him up before looking at me with a smile "you are supposed to be in bed little man"

I smile and kiss his cheek when Teddy laughs " awe did Dada try and put you to bed hm?" I take him from Harry's arms and hold him closely.

Harry smiles and kisses my forehead and chuckles "let's get you both to bed hm?"

I nod and start walking towards my room with Harry behind me following us. I set Teddy down in his crib and give him his pacifier.

We both stand and watch over Teddy as he falls asleep. Once he falls asleep I turn and look at Harry who's already looking at me. I smile as he leans in and kisses me softly.

We make our way to my bed and lay down facing each other. As we stare at each other I finally speak up "what does this mean..?"

He smiles and cups my face gently "I'm hoping you'll be my girl.."

I smile and nod kissing him again. He kisses back and pulls me close to him. After awhile we finally settle down and rest my head against his chest and relax.

He holds me close while rubbing my back gently. "goodnight my love.."

I smile cuddling close to him "goodnight..."

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@notthewaythatiloveyou

I love this so much!! I'm so sorry it took so dang long o write but I hop you like it!!

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #teddy lupin #x reader #neytirisl-t #jakesl-t

[rafedaddy01]

I cant believe out of all places my parents chose Outer Banks to move too. This place is a shithole, except for the nicer part of town, where the rich live. This place is completely different from where i grew up, a small town In California called Nevada City. Man it was wonderful! the town pop was about 3,000 people and everybody knew everybody. it was home. but this place... in lack of better words; is a complete shithole.

of course my parents being the rich pricks they are, stayed back home to "deal with business" whatever the hell that means for them. so im staying with an old family friend of theirs, great! not..

the driver picks me up from the airport and as we drive to said family friend i admire the scenery. Houses, boats, shacks, homeless people, shops, that was all in the "poor side" as it call it, eye roll, i never enjoyed being rich. i was born into it. my father on the other hand was a made man. He opened up quite a few banks in our little city and recently they have evolved into bigger states/cities, hence the move.

we lived in a big manor on a secluded acreage back home, thats weird to say, i guess its not home anymore. we were close enough to town for me to be able to pop in everyday and work at the local museum, we always had lots of tourists come in and i enjoyed telling people about the history of our town.

i sigh in the back seat of the limo as i think about was used to be home and prepare to make acquaintance with the kings of the island. The Cameron's. my parents told me a little bit about them since id be staying with them until mom and dad could come down here permeantly.

There was Ward Cameron, the father. Rose Cameron, the stepmother. Rafe Cameron, the eldest. Sarah Cameron, the middle child. and Wheezie, the youngest of the bunch. They seemed noraml enough and i was kind of excited to make some new friends.

we pulled up to the house and man oh man. Ive seen some houses in my day but heck! seeing all the worn out building on the way over? the hosue has two stories and is white, it almost looks like the white house!

my eyebrows raise to my forehead as we drive up the long driveway and stop at the front of the house. the driver comes to my side and opens the door, ugh i hate being waited on, "thank you, Scott. You dont have to worry about my bags, i can carry them" i tell the older gentleman who looks like he should be in a retirement home with his white hair that is swiped back and covered by that redicioulse chauffer hat and that outift that sits loosely on his visible scrawny bones. "No worries Miss, Morales, its my pleasure." he smiles as he wobbles over to the trunk and takes my luggage.

"You must be Avery!" a feminine voice beams as she embraces me in a hug. Ugh, i do not like being touch. This town is just getting better and better. "im Rose Cameron, welcome to our home" she introduces herself and i take a step back examining her, she has blonde hair that comes down to about her shoulders and its pampered to perfection. She wearing a baby pink dress that hug's her curves magnificently. she has gold dangly earrings on and black thin heels, the kind that a sophisticated women would wear, shes beautiful but theres something about her i dont really like. "yes, hello" i smile back at her. "thank you for being so kind as to take me in" i tell her "oh nonsense, your parents are lovely people and we told them wed be happy to let you stay with us. as long as it takes"

As long as it take? what is that supposed to mean. does rose know something i dont, should i be worried?

i scratch the thoughts from my mind as we step into the estate, its beautiful, the twisting stairwell that leads upstairs and the gigantic chandelier that dangles in the middle. "wow, very beutiful Mrs. Cameron" i say as i take a look around "oh please, call me rose" she smiles, theres a viscousness in her smile, its fake. Ive seen it before, from my own mother none the less.

"let me show you to your room, the driver has already set your luggage in there" she says as she leads me up the staircase.

we walk into one of the many guest rooms, but this one is mine. the walls are a shade of gold and its oddly comforting. theres a large king bed in the center of the wide room and a balcony that hovers over the green grass and water thats seen in the distance. The bathroom is in the room and seems to connect to the room next door, i wonder whose room that is, probably another guest room.

"ill let you settle in and once your done you can come down for dinner and meet the rest of the family" rose smiles at me as she shuts the door and lets me settle.

i take a momment scanning the room, theres not much in it besides a closet, a bed, some nightstands, and curtains that fall along the frames of the windows. its much bigger than my room back home. i decide not to unpack everything, i dont plan on being her long, i hope.

I decided to take a shower, i was in a plane for 15hrs overall.

I wash myself with some shampoo that is in there, it smells like cedarwood and ginger, an odd mix but also strangly comforting. i lather my hair and body and let the hot water relax my built up tension.

once i hop out of the shower i wrap a towel around my body and head through my bedroom door, i stop and stare at the door across from mine, i wonder whose room that is.

i walk up to my luggage and pull out a mini plaid green skirt with a matching top, i dry my hair and let the pin-straight black strands flow down my back

i step out of the room at about 7:20pm and head downstairs, the smell of chicken infests my nostrils and my stomach grumbles, i hadnt even realized i didnt eat much today. i stride into the dining room and everybody is in there seats, except for two open ones, mine and i presume rafes, whose is empty.

"ah, there she is!' Ward speaks as he stands and rounds the table to me "Avery Morales, Sir" i say extending my hand. Ive learned my manners from talking to my father, he is a kind man when he wants to be but money changed him. he and my mother have both become vicious and would do anything to fill their wallets. its sad really, we used to be the perfect little family in Nevada and we still are, were, but with much darker secrets now, thats a story for another time.

"Im happy to welcome you to our humble abode Miss Morales" he says pulling my chair out for me. The empty chair is beside me while who i presume are sarah and wheezie sit across from me and ward and rose sit on opposite ends of the table.

"Im sarah" the girl to the left in front of me says. She is gorgeous, she has a tan that sticks to her skin like its her natural color and dirty blonde hair that flows down her shoulders and chest, her lips are plump and full and her eyes sparkle with kindness, i like her. "Wheezie" peeps the little girl next to her, shes young, maybe 13 or 14. She had black hair thats braided in two braids and glasses that frame her face.

"lets eat!" rose cheers as we dig in

we finish dinner and i insist on helping clear the table but ward says they have staff that do that and that i should get some rest because ive had a long day. Hes right im exhusted. I got to know sarah quite a bit, wheezie doesnt talk much. it seems like nobody really notices her and they all just ignore her whenever she trys to speak up. But sarah told me about the island a little bit and even said shed introduce me to some friends tomorrow.

I walk up the stairs and head for my room but i couldnt help thinking about the empty chair next to mine. why wasnt he at dinner? does he not live here, does he even exist. My mind is heavy with thoughts as i walk to the bathroom and turn the doorknob, that weird, i didnt leave the light on

"oh my god! im so sorry!' i squeal as i cover my eyes.

There is Rafe. standing. naked. in my bathroom, well, our bathoom. I guess i found out whose room is next to mine.

Pt2

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

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[jetiisyandereclones]

out of curiosity, what do you think would happen, or be the reaction of clones, if a jedi successfully committed suicide? I know that this is a rather dark topic, but at some point I think that some of the (more force oriented) jedi would just snap, and lose the will to live. Now I imagine that this might be a bit difficult to pull off, since all the clones are such hover mothers, so I also have to ask, how would the surrounding parties be punished? Not only for the clone themself, but for any involved? This would certainly mean execution for the parties, and death for the clone themself, but how would they interrogate the parties for answers? And what of the jedi or the jedi's body afterwards? Will there be a memorial? Would other clones become disillusioned because they see the suffering the jedi go through? Apologies for this being so wordy, but I was very curious as to the answer of this and all of the fine print, as I haven't seen this explored on your blog yet:)

Never apologize for any questions. No matter how long.

I have literally been so horrible at keeping my blog. I havnt posted any real content in months. I've been busy, burnt out, lifes been crazy as of late.

Its alot.

I wanna say this year may be better, but I dont want to make any promises I cant keep.

Ok, so.

Trigger warning:

Suicide, execution, mourning, torture, death, funerals and all over dark themes.

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- there would absolutely be more force oriented jedi who could not stand to be cut off from their abilities.

Even the slightest blockage causes them discomfort, having a cuff utilized long term that almost completely deprived them of their powers would destroy them.

Being driven mad by having their most precious abilities denied, they would resort to ending their lives.

Like the clones. They were raised with an objective.

Protect the jedi.

Protect the galaxy.

Ensure the future of both.

Gifted with these abilities. What were they, what use would they be. If they couldnt use them? If they couldnt partake in this mission?

No.

Much better to give back to the force, in the Hope's their energy. Their powers would be given, lent even, to another. Hopefully a free person who could put their gifts to use.

They do not fear death. It is just another part of the all over cycle.

The force chose them. The force gifted them with however much of its power it deemed nessesary.

And one day. The force would take it back. And the cycle continues.

It must not be broken.

Their lives. Their energy, their everything, was only ever borrowed. It always was meant to be that they would give it back some day.

And if they had to cut their own lives short in order to free themselves from permanent shackles. As well as ensuring the next generation would be born away from this hell, then so be it.

They would do what must be done.

As for their comrades. Their brothers and sisters, friends and family.

Those who chose not to follow. They would pray, in their final moments, that they would some day see freedom again.

That this crime, this decemation of a culture spanning back thousands of years, would not go unfixed. Or unpunished.

-As for how they would do it?

That would be the tricky part.

The clones just live them so much, are so attentive. Did their families. Their loves, their Vod, really think they wouldnt notice how depressed and just.... vacant they had been?

I would think alot of jedi would throw themselves into the sea. Not the easiest way to go, but as long as they can get topside, it's only a matter of throwing themselves down.

Their clone had taken them up for sum rare sunshine. He thought they had been getting better.

More relaxed. Calm. Accepting.

Not fighting anymore.

And should a clone follow to try and help them, it's likely they would die in the rough swells as well, and that's for the better.

-the most dominant danger after a darling commits suicide, isnt other clones, but himself.

He failed. He failed his love, his family. How could he be allowed to keep going knowing this?!

Hed rather decommission himself.

Other clones would sympathize, taking on the mourning clone.

Bringing him into their homes to mourne under their watchful eye. Usually the elder clones, clones who were in a higher position of command would take care of them.

But the sadness never full goes away.

And should that clone eventually move on, find another darling?

There will be no opportunities, no chances, for that darling to slip through his fingers.

I dont beleive the other clones would become wrathful to the trooper who lost his darling, not really.

He did everything he could to protect them.

- when a jedi commits suicide, if they can recover the body, they burn it, though most jedi throw themselves into kaminos waves because they'd rather forgo their funeral rights than be treated in death by the troopers.

Funerals are often a short, but somber event.

The body is burnt with all the jedis possesions, their ashes scattered to the winds after.

There is no wake.

Not officially. Alot of clones and friends of the jedi will often gather in the main mess.

Uncomfortable lunch benches and tables swapped out for more comfortable chairs and couches.

Comfort food is served, and alcohol is drunk in memory of the fallen.

If the lights of kamino went dim for a week post funeral, no one mentioned it.

Theyed lost a family member.

They need to mourn.

And there are some clones who need to think about what they have been doing to the people they claim to love.

- however. There are certain parties not welcome to mourn.

Clones who knowingly endangered another mans darling are easy enough to weed out.

It's one of the few times jedi are allowed to use their abilities with purpose and direction.

Just a little. Just to weed out intentions and lies.

In this scenario, the jedi would also be furious. Actually willingly helping their captors.

Hadnt the clones taken enough?

Did they think it was some sick joke to aid in the death of one of their own?!

Theyed find whoever dis this, and rip the truth out of their minds one memory, one thought at a time if they had to.

They're taken under the city.

Past the clubs, past the halls reserved for adults at night.

They take them deep, deep down under the water. Under the ocean floor.

And they keep them there.

Given much the same treatment as the jedi, except no ones coming to save them. No ones coming to give them time away from their own minds.

Once answers are found, and punishments are dealt (usually a very harsh beating. Getting brought back from the brink, and then beaten again. Rinse and repeat.) They get carted down to these black cells.

Solitary confinement.

No noise, no distractions, no light. Just a pitch black, dead silent cell and a singular food tube that deposits slimy, watery rations all over the floor once a day

Fed too little to survive long term. But just enough so that their starvation will be long.

Long enough for them to go mad.

Long enough for them to scream, to beg for death.

But the clones will not allow it.

He starves.

Slowly.

Drowning in his own piss, shit, mouldy rations and madness.

Once they're dead, the clones topside, who have been watching. Flip a switch and flood the cells with seawater.

Sometimes the clones get impatient.

The first drops are a welcome noise to the imprisoned clone, who laughs madly, clapping and singing with the 'drip, drip, drip'

But as time goes on, he starts to notice.

The drips are getting louder, longer. Closer together.

Water pools at his feet.

It's not draining.

The clones watch as their disgraced kin panics, realizing hes going to drown. Occasionally comming in to let them know how high the water level was.

How much time they may or may not have.

Watching as they squirm and struggle and drown.

The body and all evidence is washed away as the cell soaked in seawater for a week before being drained, leaving not a singular trace of the previous occupant.

It's ready for the next prisoner.

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Okay, so that got a little sad, and a bit dark, but it is actually something I had thought about briefly before.

Hope this reads well, I'm still getting back into writing.

If you have any more requests or asks though, send them through.

My messages are always open too.

#clone family au #yandere clone troopers #yandere star wars #dark themes

[autogynocrat]

can u tell us more about your childhood I think it would explain quite a few things

what would u like to know my childhood was boring and devoid of normalcy i was a princess in a tower or a homunculus in a laboratory

homeschooled my entire life closest i ever went to a real school was when i was really little my parents had me in daycare

at 5 lived in an RV bc my parents believed god gave them a vision that dad needed to become a deacon and save a church in a coastal city. that's the church where a girl named K became friends with me because the congregation would often meet at the B residence after church to discuss i have no idea what, but the kids would be left to our own devices. K liked to tie me up with her dad's old neckties. I unironically believe this was my submissive awakening because i had a crush on her.

when dad didn't become a deacon my parents i guess concluded that church was doomed or something abd we didn't go there anymore. i think we moved back to kern county bc mom was offered a good job with a company she used to work for.

a lot of my childhood from 6-13 is hazy and probably uneventful. i don't have good memory of it beyond not getting to have friends bc we didn't go to church much anymore and that was really my only connection to the outside world. i stated hitting puberty around 11, that was when i had my first sexual fantasy and orgasm. i thought i was going to hell for that. my little brother was born when i was 13 and we started going to church again to get him baptized. despite never going to church my parents were super catholic and so i was terrified of going to church again bc i believed that since i masturbated if i took communion god would literally kill me

13-18 i spend most of my time on mmorpgs 4chan and second life. really online gaming was my only source of socialization with the outside world at that time. i think you can imagine the damage it does to a teenage boy to be raised on brainrot websites. 14 i join tumblr but don't use it. 15 i start using it because "LMAO SJWS STUPID" bouncing around ideologically between "liberal who thinks some things are too crazy here" and uh. worse, edgier stances. i dont really want to get into that stuff but im sure i still have oldheads who follow me and remember what i was like at my worst

i think i became an atheist at 15 because some stuff about god didn't make sense to me anymore. now i kinda do believe in god again but not in the Christian way

i don't know what else to cover if you have more specific questions i can try to answer but sometimes my access to my own memory is limited there may be holes

[hella1975]

right so dog imagery dabi is so insane and I tried to look up dog poems and all that came up was laika so yeah. ‘I know I will die but that is fine’ ‘she had so little time left to live’ ‘we kissed her nose and wished her bon voyage, knowing that she would not survive the flight’ ‘and they call me laika, but I'd just like to say that I was born little curly and I'll die with that name’ ‘the more time passes, the more I'm sorry about it. we shouldn't have done it... we did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog’ ‘surely they'll come to get me. surely they didn't love me all that time for this’ ‘I'm a halfway thing, more bullet than dog’ ‘laika to ground control I miss you. if you would come out here and pet me I swear to dog I'll be good, never bark again’ ‘what you’re about to do will live on forever even though you’ll be dead and gone’ ‘I took the collar off I’m holding my own leash and walking myself outside this door. I don’t think I want to be a good dog anymore’ oh I’m feeling SICK he was raised to die they don’t expect him to come home they both quite literally BURNED UP! even a parachute would’ve shown that they cared. but they don’t. don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth

once again me and aiaia remain on a very weird niche radio wave yet our frequencies are perfectly matched like YOU GET IT i went through sooo many title ideas before settling on dog teeth for the touya wip and like yeah it's the god's country ethel cain of it all but also there's a reason dog days is one of my top ethel songs ever like i fr see the word dog in media and lose my shit. dog imagery, specifically teeth, is so so compelling to me and laika is just the beginning. like touya is so laika coded he's a failed experiment he's an uncomfortable tragedy he wasn't worth the progress he accomplished he's out of sight out of mind. but it's more than that. dogs as the ultimate symbol of obedience, of submission, yet existing at once as symbols of aggression. we took this wild animal and made it palatable to the point its predecessors would tear it to shreds. we took this wild animal and filed down the claws and pulled out the canines and told it to sit and be good. sit and be good and be silent. we kill them when they bite. they are a lesser creature begging at the dinner table for attention. you walk a fine line between god and animal, dont sink into me with your dog teeth. i get mean when im nervous like a bad dog. they are animals burdened with our own moral system that we forced on them but they are animals and i think the fascination i have with dog teeth as a theme specifically is that they are the proof of it. a dog can lick your hand and sit when told, it can be good, but inside its mouth are teeth made for tearing. even a good dog bites. even a good dog kills. sometimes they do it in an attempt to be good, placing a bloody carcass at your feet. a dead bird, neck snapped, teeth stained red. they do not understand our human horror. they dont know why we're shouting. you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. you must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. you must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. you must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. if you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. we forced upon them a language of love and never taught them fluency. they stutter over too-sharp teeth and mispronounce old instincts. we made it so the only thing that mattered was if they were a good dog or not, anything else was irrelevant. do not bite the hand that feeds you. do not question the person that owns you. and the tools that are the very essence of the real animal are pulled out. i will remove all my teeth because i want to remain kind despite my anger. spitting love past bloody gums, never ever getting enough to be sated.

#characters that tried so hard to be good and to fit a mould just to find out there was nothing they could have done to ever be good enough #because it was an inherently impossible standard to reach and they are inherently imperfect with their dog teeth and claws #and the realisation of that shatters them into no more than a vicious animal never to be petted again hiiiiiiii #you would not believe the motifs i can force upon you <3 #ask #touya todoroki

[scifriskyxy]

The reason we dont have a culture anymore is because the lgbtq,feminist, black lives matter movement, the me too movement the destruction of the family unit, the destruction of friendships,gate keepers

The fact that people get angry at the american flag,the people that get angry at it, destroyed the american culture. Those are the people ,the people who protest on japans culture, those are the people that have destroyed our society, they are a mix of americans and immigrants, the people we call tourist where the ones that destroyed us, the rich snobs ,those who act rich,the children that are spoiled rotten desytoyed us ,the parents that said "i wont do what my dad did" the people that want to stop the generational trauma altogether,in some ways thats great but however trauma teaches us, it humbles us it warns us on whats dangerous

The MOCKING of christianity is the disrespect,the lack of chivalrous men,the stock piling of wealth ,the lack of proper justice, the men and women that trap their spouse into paying for a child that for men likely isnt theirs and so much more

A culmination of all these things

The only actual culture left are the hillbillies, the florida man , the motorcycle gangs,rednecks

These people, as far as i can tell, are one of the few people left with the american spirit , with a culture that survives being named and will survive persecution. Why? Because a lot of these people are veteran alot of these people fought for our countries they know what america means

How did this start? You wonder,well

For me as far as i can tell it started when americans began to call themselves african american it started with slurs it moved to women more and more leaving the home life ,it began with trends that didnt unify us it began with trends that divided us

I do not know how my home land my borinquen is today...i had to leave it due to reasons outside of my control, but when i was there ,there was unity, there was love there was respect ,it wasnt always the best

I could join in the fun myself due to being isolated in an apartment looking down at the happenings i still watch from phisical isolation. Now that i am on the ground, i am in america. All i see is a desolate desert

Dull colors, vast open roads, ghosts whispers of a past that was slowly bit by bit torn to shreds all thats left ,is drugs,sex endless rants, whimps that cry victim, people that blindly trust blindly blame blame blame,conspiracy theories and people divided glaring at eachother,endless secrets and a rabbit hole of depravity that doesnt end...it feels like the pits of hell and its gates are opening

People see it but do nothing because it 'not their problem

Im scared... I do not know what i can do. We've tried everything, and things aren't changing fast enough if things dont change FOR the better ,the monsters ,the predators amongst us the inhuman people amongst us the most deprived twisted beings that are being protected that we arent allowed to harm will harm us we cant protect ourselves,the children are being raised and born to be worse than the last generation

What can we do?

We can't do anything because we suffer from a cycle. Many places have managed to slow the cycle down,we are being fought over by two sides, and we do not know ,i do not know the reason but we are seen as a comodity for whatever reason ,is it our souls? Is it our attention? We never had a choice. We were never given one WE, who never had a voice

What would you choose ,Satan or god

It's a red herring... or so it feels like it to me,

It's either god or suffer,come to me, my child, or be destroyed ,blindly trust me child or suffer,we never had a choice jesus made that choice for us,one man one person made the choice for an unfathomable amount of lives ,hes the king hes all...and what are we?...he says we are kings and queens but are we? I stare at the angels. Did they have a choice? I look at the Bible, and i stare up at the stars , i yearn to be free, we are so close to it...and we are being struck down by something we can't comprehend something all powerful, something we cannot fight against no matter how hard we try,something we cannot escape from even in death

So many people silenced blindly trusting and distrusting

I wish deeply to ask jesus a question

Why does he blindly believe a father that was never there for him, a father that technically assaulted his mother that tained something so sacrilegious as a marriage? I understand why he didn't choose to side with Satan, but why, God, when he had a choice, a choice never said, choose neither... and choose everyone

I know my questions will land me in hell, all I hope i figure out my own way out somehow sometimes you must ask for help I know but sometimes that help comes with a price

All I want... all I crave is freedom ,no hellish jail, no collar and chain,no strings, no judgment

Why... do I crave this so badly that my body has goosebumps

I crave to create. I crave to explore the abyss of the cosmos I crave to learn,I CRAVE THE TRUTH

The more I look up, the more that dream is fading the more I see what God has done... the more I see dead or dying stars devastated planets ...has it always been this way? Or is this God's doing

If there's a father... where is the mother... who is the mother? There must be a mother out there, right?

I may be scared... but I must keep moving. I can not stop. I MUST break through no matter how much pain and how much suffering I must stay determined. I do not want to fight. All I want is freedom. Hurting someone is the last thing I want to do, so I place a shield upon myself. What color will it be? I do not know. I do not care. All colors are beautiful, hope, and love where given to me I will not allow God to take it away a gift is a gift after all and I accept your gift you shouldn't be expecting anything in return perhaps one day I'll be able to give back

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Just Believe

#my post #vent post #I am deeply conflicted with what is happening #its hard to explain what i see in reality and what i know #i want a voice #i want to be heard #i do not want blindly go anywhere like a moth to a light #i will be blinded. I will suffer perhaps i am already blinded #i will walk against the tides and pass by God #i am determined to do so #all i can hope others feel the same as i #i dont think my name is in the book of life anyways

[chaos-in-one]

Hello!! I came back to see if you had seen the ask and saw that you've answered it, I'll try to get my thoughts to make sense, if you have any questions I'm very happy to answer (sidenote I'm sorry if you can't understand any part of this, my first language is not English)

Firstly, Hellenic polytheism, the religion that ancient greece followed, is a semi open *religion*, this doesn't mean that greek culture is "open"

Greek people find it weird when non Greeks use our culture (the only time we don't is marrying into a greek family, which you are not)

The reason that this isn't widespread is because most greek people are on the brink of homelessness and don't have the time to tell people, especially people on the internet (most greek people who have an issue with it dont even know English((70% of greek people))so they *couldn't* tell you)

Also, your name being specifically from greek mythology is the problem

New greek names come from all over the world (example being Γιώργος which is taken from George or Γιάννης which is taken from John)

Mythological greek names are purely greek, which greek people find it weird when non Greeks just decide to use greek names out of nowhere (liking the name and/or the meaning isn't a solid reason)

all the greek people I know agree with this, which is a lot of people because I live in Greece

As someone who's born and raised in Greece, it makes us uncomfortable

While it isnt "closed culture", greek people don't like it when non Greeks use our names if they aren't given them by a greek person

Also, this point doesn't have anything to do with this mostly but we don't appreciate that you listen to an someone who, to your knowledge, is not greek and hasnt spoken to any people without much hesitation (I'm sorry if I'm misinterpreting)

Alright I think I understand. Partially anyways. Because it's not out of nowhere that people started using Greek mythological names so I don't really get that point. It's largely because many parts of Greek culture have been pretty widespread. Partially because in the past Greece colonized many other countries, and therefore spread a lot of Greek religion and culture to other places. That's not the case anymore so it's mainly older Greek names, such as mythological names, that are now more widespread.

Also not really getting the point about homelessness and non-english speaking rates? The homelessness rates are very high in Greece but it's not the majority of Greece like you are stating, and Greece has from what I can find, over half of the country speaks english. So I do kind of get why there would be less Greeks speaking on it because of that, but I still am confused as to why I'm not finding *anything* on it anywhere. I'm not saying you're wrong, I just want the opinion of more than one person and I'm not finding anything at all.

Also I'm not listening to non Greek people about it. I'm sharing my confusion on the subject with them, because this is the first and only place I've heard of this.

Again though, if you have name suggestions go right ahead. Because if it is really a problem, which from what you're saying it seems to be, I'll change my name. But it took a very long time for me to find a name I felt comfortable with and I have yet to find any other name that fits me, so it's not going to be an immediate switch.

#ask #asks

[kirasenju]

Nidaime-sama (Tobirama Senju x Fem! Anbu Reader)

Chapter III: Solo Mission

“Just get the scroll and come unnoticed, okay? Don't bother to take care of everyone there, that would be too risky. Even though they are runaway shinobi, but they are not weak. We dont know how much strong they can be. Just do as i say.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama…”

“Good. Go now.”

~

You are walking in the forest, among the trees. As soon as you see the cave, you stop and observe the surroundings. This must be the enemy's secret headquarters. They somehow stole the scroll with a forbidden jutsu, luckily it has a hard-to-break seal on it.

“I hope they didn’t manage to break the seal…” You talked to yourself, you went closer. You kill the two guards at the cave entrance silently and go inside.

After handling few guards too, you managed to take the scroll. When you were leaving, you heard a child’s voice. They are keeping him here by force for their cruel experiments. You remember Tobirama told you to leave after taking the scroll, but you cant help. How will he know anyway?

You went there and took the child away. The runaway shinobis running towards you, attacking you. You fight with one of them that tries to attack you, giving you a cut on your cheek with his kunai. You got rid of him, and the others. You are wounded but not risky for your life. You took your Anbu mask from the ground, using henge no jutsu to hide the cuts on your arms, cheek and thigh. Then you walk towards the kid, he is crying.

“Hey… you are safe now. Can you tell me where is your home? Where is your family?”

You took the kid home (luckily it wasn’t far away), his grandfather was grateful and happy, he invited you in but you thanked and said you need to leave. He was understanding and gave you some dango to eat on the way.

~ You kneel for the mission report, Tobirama looks at you sternly while sitting on his chair.

“Report.”

“I got the scroll, here.” You gave it to him.

“Good. You didn’t get into a fight, right?”

“No…”

“Then why are you using henge no jutsu on yourself right now?���

“Uhm…”

“Show yourself, Y/n!”

You sigh, removing the jutsu with a seal and let the hokage see your body in cuts. He stands up and walks towards you, making you feel small with his big body in front of you. You dont look at his eyes, knowing that he has a mad face.

“You disobeyed me…”

“T-there was a child, i couldn’t-“

“Enough!”

“…”

“There was only one thing, one single thing i ordered you!!”

“They weren’t so strong, i handled them! And i didn’t even get injured badly! Why are you so mad?!” You frown. “There was a child they were using in their experiments! I couldn’t bear with it, okay?!”

“You wont go another mission, you are out of Anbu from now on.”

You look at him with shock. “Why?!”

“You are too reckless, are you trying to get yourself killed?! After always returning from the dead in your previous missions, this was the last straw!”

“You are kicking me out of fhe Anbu, because it’s dangerous?! I am a shinobi! And all missions are dangerous, we protect the village with our lives! It’s normal to be injured, you know that better than anyone else as the Hokage! Then why?!”

“You will keep working only as my assistant, but no missions anymore! That’s it! Now go to the hospital!”

~

It has been one week since you both had a fight. Since then you both haven't spoken properly, keeping even work-related things short and concise. You were thinking about him, then you understood that he actually had no one left… you two are considered friends and have grown closer to each other over time. You've seen that tough guy smile lightly a few times. You saw how proud he was of his students and how much he loved them. Born in wartime, raised by an abusive father, he began fighting at an early age. He saw his brothers and countless comrades get killed. Finally, while living in peace, he lost the last of his family. As you got to know this man, you realized how much he valued his people and the village that his late brother's dream. You admired him, even if sometimes he was such an asshole to you… you wanted to tell him you will always be there. But does he really care about you? Or he is just seeing you as a reckless but strong ninja that cant be risked in dangerous missions?

…

In his office, you brought the documents he wanted and you put them on his desk. When you were going to leave, he spoke:

“Did you eat your lunch today?”

Actually, you are not eating properly recently. You were always skipping breakfast, but then you started skipping lunch too. You only ate dinner. He cant be noticed this, right? “Yes, Hokage-sama.” You lie.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Notice what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me!”

“…”

“Tell me, what is going on with you?!”

“It’s nothing…”

“Oh yeah? Did you think i cant see that you lost weight? Why don’t you eat properly?”

“I just… dont feel hungry.”

The door knocked, a maid came in with lunch and put it on to your desk, leaving after greeting the Hokage formally.

“I didn’t ask for a lunch.”

“Eat. Now.”

You walk your desk and sit on your chair. There is a bowl of miso soup, rice and chicken. And some dangos. But you were sure that dessert was not served in the Fire Estate since Tobirama doesn’t like desserts. (A/n: Fire Estate is the official residence and workplace of the Hokage, located near of the academy. So it’s the building his office is located.)

Tobirama notices your eyes on the dangos, he knows they are your favorite. You didn’t think he would remember.

“I can see you want these…” He walks there, taking the plate of the dangos. “But i will keep them until you finish your food. Now eat.”

You look at him amzed. “Really?? This is how it’s going to be?”

“Hmhm.”

“It's like I'm a kid and you're the parent telling me to finish my meal so I can get dessert?!”

“Yeah, you can think it like that. Desserts are not meal, you can get your dangos if you finish your plate.”

You pouted. But you want the dangos so bad. So you started eating.

“Good girl.”

“Hmph…”

-The end of the chapter

#tobirama x reader #tobirama #tobirama senju #hashirama senju #hashirama #naruto fanfiction #naruto #tobirama fanart

[alexawwr1tes]

So like.... my heads been stuck in this thing of "why has no one made a good fantasy/ABO fan fiction of ZB1 yet?". Like I'm not abt to be the one to do it but I can give yall like a whole plot line and shit, it's just someone else gotta fucking write it lol.

With that, here's a prompt for the haobin writers. Cuz ik yall on AO3 are running out of ideas 🙏

(I had a panic attack the other day when AO3 was down)

Plot line:

ABO, they are actual wolves and do transform. It's just rare as it's not taught anymore. They do have fluffy ears and tails constantly tho so it's kinda like a hybrid thing.

Imagine this land. In the middle there is a massive mountain covered in royal village houses and a massive castle on top. It's about an hour horse carriage ride to get to the beginning of the mountain. Theres roads upon roads getting to the top, so the journey can be long.

Surrounding the areas there are what they call sides (kinda like districts in in the hunger games except theres only 4 of them.) North side, East side, South side, West side. North side is the most proper side, East side is well off yet forgotten about, South side is poor and constantly undergoing attention struggles, and west side though always constantly in war is the most well off you can get.

Hanbin, is a prince and upcoming king of an entire Alpha family. No one born by blood has ever been an Omega or Beta, enter Sung Hanbin. At age 18 he presents "early" (normal presenting age for an Omega). When his family finds out he's an Omega, they dont live him down. They give him these proper Omega etiquette lessons and such but where he was raised Alpha he is doing absolutely horribly. Wants to get out. Wants to run away. It's not entirely impossible. In this world, royalty can't show their face to the public until they are mated and crowned the next queen or king. And so, if Hanbin just left. No one would know where to look for him.

Hanbins main guard is Jiwoong. Jiwoong is 2nd Alpha in command, and originally was the pack leader of the North side was promoted as he was the most trustworthy guard back when he was a palace guard (before Hanbin was born). Jiwoong will be in his early early 30s in this book. Maybe between ages 31-33.

Seok matthew, is Hanbins only friend. Seok Matthew is one of the cleaning ladies of the castles only Son. When the boy was younger, she would take Matthew to the castle and lock him in a play room because she never had a proper babysitter for them. One day, Matthew was curious and accidentally stumbled upon Hanbin. Since you cant just erase what soneones face looks like from your head, and they couldn't possibly punish a young child for being adventurous, they decided that it would be okay for Hanbin to have a friend.

After the age of 15 matthew wasn't allowed in the castle anymore as his mother got promoted and he was old enough to take care of himself by kingdom laws. He still snuck in, and very often at that. Sometimes he wouldn't even leave the elders room. Hiding in the princes closet all day and night; skipping school becoming a regular thing.

But since Jiwoong came around, matthew hasn't caught a break. He had been caught about 5 times in the past month trying to just get in to Hanbins room, so it was extremely difficult with the male. His senses were on fire for the young pup apparently.

The one night Matthew successfully sneaks in, he proposes to Hanbin that he can run away, and come live with him. No one knows what he looks like, no one would suspect Hanbin living with Matthew, and he could finally go and start a life of his own, even if it was only for a small bit.

Hanbin didn't need to be told twice. 3 days later it was the middle of the night, and Jiwoong was on his bathroom break. Hanbin jumped out his window, climbed down some vines, and very carefully snuck passed the guards. Knowing he didn't have long he had to basically book it as fast as he could down the mountain.

He didn't transform. Even though he wanted to it was near impossible because he had only just presented and had horrible contact with his Omega.

He met up with Matthew at the bottom of the very large mountain, it was starting to get light outside and both of them looked like a wreck. Matthew had smartly brought empty bottles of alcohol to make it look like they were just wasted as they walked to Matthew's house.

Skip skip skip let's skippy

Hanbins now starting high school, he had been introduced to the most trustworthy people in the entire school (that's what matthew said anyways) through a dumb back story Matthew just magically hauled out of his ass. Ricky, Taerae, Yujin, Gyuvin, and Zhang Hao. He was also supposed to be introduced to a boy named Gunwook. Hanbin knew that name.

He was a guard in training, he was Jiwoongs 2nd in command. He knew Hanbins name. Not his face, but he knew his name. And he knee it well. That scared Hanbin a little bit. Maybe he would just try to ignore Gunwook as much as possible.

Now. Enter Hao, and his younger brothers Yujin, Gyuvin, and Ricky. Him and Ricky were biologically siblings. Yujin and Gyuvin were biological siblings to each other that Hao's parents had adopted about 4 years ago.

Hanbins impressions of the boys weren't much. Hao is "cold". That's what Hanbin decides. Except hes not.

After getting lost many times just going around the south side, he keeps bumping in to Hao. He learns the older is just naturally quiet, but Hanbin gets to learn a side of him no one else had quiet ever cracked. The silly, adorable, light hearted side of him.

As Hanbin is basically falling head over heels for the amazingly adorable Alpha; Zhang Hao, Yujin, who is only 14, doesn't know much. But hes attentive. He can read people like a book. He reads Hanbin like a book. He sees straight through Hanbin. Especially when the princes first name is finally announced to the public as the search party has went on too long; the kingdom getting desperate. Yujin just watches. He has nothing to do with sung Hanbins life.

Yujin also watches it all fall apart. Or start to. Gunwook finally catches on, after meeting Hanbin for the 5th time. Yujin can tell Gunwook has caught on. Who wouldn't? Everyone was delusional.

Gunwook rats out sung Hanbin to the whole school after finally breaking. Jealousy getting to him. Saying something along the lines of "telling Hao to stop running away from his problems when you are the one who's actually done it!! Why would you run away from a caring family. Why would you run away when you had everything you ever wanted in that castle. Sung. Han. Bin. You had everything going for you. I've worked my butt off but because of this search I got demoted and ITS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! Jiwoong doesnt trust me anymore because of you! Go back to your dumb castle. It would make everyone much happier."

Chaos erupts, the whole cafeteria gasps. Hanbin and Matthew are absolutely shocked, Yujins eyes home terror, and Hao... Hao has no reaction. It's like he was numb.

Hanbin wishes everyone could see his side of things. Sadly, they didnt even bother. He was dragged back to the castle, Matthew was banned from ever touching royal grounds, and his mother was now fired from her job at the castle due to it.

Worst of all... hanbin and Hao 2 days before had made the realization that they were fated mates. And that they were meant to be together. People had stopped believing in fated mates so long ago, that Hanbins mother didnt believe him when he said he found his mate.

Hanbin thought he had lost. His mother had planning on getting him mated to a very nice prince from far away, a distant land.

Hanbin hated it. He thought he was stuck. Until the kingdom had an open night. The open night where Hanbin would make his first public appearance since he was caught in the act of being a runaway.

The night was painful, he had to act happy, act cheerful, act like he had smartened up. On the inside, he was screaming. His omega was screaming.

Hanbin went to get some fresh air outside on one of the many balconies. He thought he was alone. But then, he smelt a very familiar scent. And then, came arms around his waist, and then a kiss to his scent gland situated on his neck, and then a "hi hanbinnie". It was a fit of happiness.

Apparently Gunwook had felt so bad after hearing what Hanbin had told Hao, he helped sneak Hao into the royal open house so he could find his mate.

From there you can end the book however you want. I suggest a chaste and tender love making scene, and then a fast forward into the future where Hanbin and Hao are telling the story of how they fell in love to their three kids, two sons and one daughter. But you can fill in the gaps <3

Also a spinoff where Matthew romances Jiwoong?? Sureeee. Age gaps are fine when it's way in the future and not when Matthew is 17. Maybe when hes like 23 lol

I apologize if this was messy but it was just a rough idea.

Other small details:

Matthew, Yujin, Gunwook, Ricky, and Taerae are unpresented but Gunwook knows his sub gender because of a blood test he had taken. When matthew does present he is an Omega, Taerae is a Beta, Yujin is a Beta, Ricky is an Alpha, and Gyuvin is an Alpha. Gunwook is also... an alpha.

Also haos scent is like cinnamon, and Hanbins is a mixture of vanilla bean and blueberry, making them smell like blueberry waffles when together.

#haobin #hanbin imagine #zhang hao imagines #zb1 imagines #zb1 taerae #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 gunwook #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 matthew #zb1 ricky #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 yujin #zb1 hanbin

[sangthael]

I WAS ASKING YOU THE TIME!!! but its also time for me to ask about doomsday characters. sparks backstory:)?

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT THE TIME WAS i love doomsday talk lets go

gabriel murphy was born to a catholic family and raised practically in church as soon as he was old enough to go. the bible was always drilled into him from the start, that homosexuality was a sin but love thy neighbor and whatever. he always suppressed his feelings, in fear of god and for being found out, in fear of being seen. when he was 14, he met another boy! a cute boy who was “experimenting” (he was bi lol) who went to the same rundown catholic private school as gabriel. and he encouraged gabe to be himself, encouraged gabe to love himself and express himself, and they were essentially secret boyfriends for a few months. up until a nun caught them sneaking out together, and they were promptly separated, their families informed, wrists slapped and wounded until they renounced anything they felt for each other. gabe was sent (very unwillingly) to a conversion therapy camp the week after, the shame of his family (which were also the cause of his blind eye lol his parents were extremely unhappy with him), where he was very crudely basically tortured for months, including shock therapy (hence the nickname sparks lol. it’s his way of reclaiming what happened to him).

when he was 15, he couldn’t take the abuse anymore and, under the cover of a storm, escapes the facility. his family wouldn’t accept him back, he couldn’t go back to that boy who rejected him, and he certainly couldn’t go back to church. so he essentially just? lived on his own since then — got a job, one room apartment in chicago, joined the public school system (though his teachers were generally understanding of his predicament and weren’t too hard on him) (he also met parker and tyler there (they bullied him for being gay bc they were psychotically repressed)). he eventually met nix and arin in chicago too, grew to be the caretaker he never got to have to the both of them. he also meets conner at coldstone and they hit it off!! conners really sweet to sparks and makes him incredibly happy :)

the apocalypse starts, and sparks fully jumps into overprotective mode. he doesn’t know if arin is safe since arin had moved to ohio by then, though he knows arin can take care of himself, so he just keeps himself and nix in chicago, making do with what they could scavenge. conner dies sorry conner. sparks won’t let himself acknowledge that, he just overworks himself while nix worries about him. after years pass, chicago (along with every other major city) is essentially unlivable, with no resources or available space without danger, so sparks and nix head east, eventually running into tucker and his group and hitching a ride with them. by the time they get to sycamore (arins og town) its essentially abandoned, and by the time they reach bexley it’s been destroyed, so they just… head back the way they came, and go north. they run into max and his group eventually and hang out with them for a few days.

a few years later, nix dies. and sparks freaks the fuck out. he’d already lost his family, his boyfriend, he had no idea if arin was okay, and now nix? he was losing everybody. so he does the only thing he knows how to do and he runs. probably runs into sophie, jay, dani, maybe lance in the meantime, no one knows. the days blur together and he’s essentially just existing through it, too scared to take his own life in fear of god’s punishment for running (religious trauma hardcore), too tired to do anything else. he manages to make it to a safehouse near the end of the apocalypse where he meets tyler (again) and they somehow recognize each other despite the years passing. and they fall in love, sparks patient with tylers frankly horrific trauma, night terrors and his religious baggage, and tyler who just wants to be loved despite it all. sparks is the only person tyler trusts with himself, and vice versa. they spend the rest of their lives together :)

#asks #anon #doomsday #sparks #he’s my favorite to write he’s crazy i love him #ocs

[lunalucykat]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

Thanks for tagging me @menkhu !!! :) :D

coke or pepsi: my soda of choice is Dr Pepper, but if i HAD to choose between these two then Coke

disney or dreamworks: i really don't know. I don't keep up with these studios anymore. Maybe Disney???

coffee or tea: coffee

books or movies: movies

windows or mac: sorry, born and raised with Macs....

dc or marvel: neither lol. I really don't do superhero stuff, but I GUESS DC if i had to choose

x-box or playstation: nintendo lol

dragon age or mass effect: i've never played either of these so i dont have an opinion

night owl or early riser: born to be a night owl, forced by job to be an early riser... catch me waking up at 4am to go to work...

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

vans or converse: i own a singular pair of vans, so i guess vans lol

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: sorry, i don't know what this is in reference to

fluff or angst: why not both? :3c

beach or forest: beach. It's been so long since I've see the ocean, I wanna go back

dogs or cats: dogs

clear skies or rain: Clear skies! I used to be one of those emo teens that would always say rain on this question, but now that i'm in my extreme late 20s I understand the importance of sunshine

cooking or eating out: tough question. SOMETIMES I like cooking, but also most of the times I'm lazy as fuck so I do get carryout a fair amount

spicy food or mild food: mild, my stomach can't handle a lot of spice unfortunately

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Boy do i LOVE the aesthetics of Halloween, but Christmas is really the best. I love the lights and warmth and music and food and family during the WORST season (winter. I hate winter so GD much)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: either invisibility (because i'm a nosy binch that loves dropping eaves) or shapeshifting

animation or live action: i generally prefer animation

paragon or renegade: idk what this is, sorry

baths or showers: showers

team cap or team ironman: could not care less

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: oof! I don't really have favorite quotes. But at the current moment I can almost perfectly recite the whole of Live Action One Piece (not joking lol) There's a lot of talk about believing in yourself and following your dreams which is really nice though. I do also have legit quotes from Octopath Traveler that I like: "Even grown-ups need a good cry from time to time." -Alfyn Greengrass. And then as a more funny quote that I love from Octopath: "O, woe is me, doomed to never realize the full depth of my good looks and charisma!" -Cyrus Albright. Because I am very humble lmao

youtube or netflix: very rare for me to NOT be watching YouTube

harry potter or percy jackson: Percy Jackson

when do you feel accomplished: i guess when i make a joke and people laugh :)

star wars or star trek: I don't have a strong feeling on either of these really

paperback books or hardcover books: hardcover

to live in a world without literature or without music?: i love writing, but i am almost always listening to music. I don't think i could live without it

who was the last person to make you laugh? almost positive it was TJ

city or countryside? small city/town?

favorite chips? i like just plain but salty tortilla chips that i can dip into hummus or queso or what have you

pants or dresses? my favorite thing is to wear shorts over leggings. Pokemon protagonist lookin' ass!

libraries or museums? museums

character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? bookmarks

Dream job? lol...lmao..... YouTube/ Twitch streamer lol.

What gives you comfort? unwinding in my room. late night chats with TJ. my dog. watching whichever show i'm really into at the moment (rn it's One Piece)

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? Oof... Like in general? Because I know there are songs I like to sing just because they're fun to sing... But I don't really know if i have any songs where the lyrics really jump out at me in a meaningful way. Well, okay. All of the Simple Plan songs I have meant something to me for sure as a little emo teenager, but, hmm.... For current me? Dreams by the Cranberries has been one of those songs where I really just soak in the vibes and listen to it, so I'll give you a nice lyric from that. "Oh my life/ is changing every day/ in every possible way. And oh my dreams/ it's never quite as it seems/ never quite as it seems"

Do you believe in ghosts?

Tagging: Literally anyone who wants to do this!!! Seriously! It's pretty fun! But in order to try and keep it going (cause I know almost no one will just do it if I don't tag them specifically, and i Get It) But I'll tag @bitter-like-coffee, @pawelcyril, and @electric016

#kat rambles

[whitepassingpocs]

hi! thnk you guys so much for running this blog. ive just been feeling kind of. weird recently abt my race/culture and wanted to idk talk it out... like. my mom is white, and my dad is visibly brown and racially parsi (persian) indian, which is like its own thing because the parsis immigrated to india so long ago that theyre considered indian by many, but he and that side of the family have always lived in kenya, and he considers himself kenyan much more than indian. it makes me feel like an intruder on a bunch of levels; i dont even know anymore if im 'whitepassing' or not, like im tan, have a hooked nose, body hair, and droopy eyes, but i dont know if i actually look. 'indian'. you know. or if i could even say that, if im supposed to be iranian, or persian, and then culturally my family is very connected to kenya, and i spend most of my summers there, and i love kenya and my dad is a proud kenyan, but i feel so so white whenever i go there and its like. i wasnt raised there. i was raised in the us. i was born in the us. my dad isnt even african, he's indian, and it makes me feel weird to say im kenyan when my family isnt black. i really want to be comfortable being proudly kenyan, parsi, and indian, but i end up feeling like an intruder, and it doesnt help that my mom is like translucently pale, blond blue eyes etc. its weird. people never guess that my dad will be as dark as he is but they also ask me if im adopted when they see me with my mom. i just feel lost. i dont know

hi there! thanks for sharing your story. Lots of ppl have contacted this blog with similar feelings and experiences. ultimately, I hope you learn to accept that your experiences and your community are yours and just because white colonial vocabulary doesn't have a neat label for it, that doesn't mean you have no identity. as you say, you're all the things that you are. plenty of people all over the world have ethnic, racial and national identities that all seem to contradict themselves but they're still yours and you're actually very lucky to visit Kenya and your family there too. You aren't an intruder. You might want to look into "third culture kids" I think that might help you understand that there are others like you too. Also, for what it's worth, Kenyan isn't a race, it's a nationality. You can be Kenyan and white, just like you can be American and Parsi, like you. It's totally okay. Try to focus less on finding the perfect descriptors for what you are and focus on finding joy in connecting with your family and community because that's where the comfort you're looking for will come from! best of luck 💕

#Parsi #Indian #Kenyan #mixed poc

[tomwambsganshater]

ok actually mai zenin post sorry this is not structured in any way im just rotating her in my mind. also i moved yesterday n im very tired so it doesnt help

the thing abt mai is she's addicted to pain and failure and was fated to never escape from the beginning. shes the bug in the system, the unneeded one who prevented maki from reaching her full potential and escaping. she's always known it'd end with her death, that any meaningful change had to involve her death, that every minute she lived was selfish and stolen from her sister bc in truth she shouldnt have been born. but well she's weak, only ever strong enough to realize just how weak she is, blessed with yorozu's incredibly strong CT but with so little cursed energy she can at best conjure one ridiculous bullet a day, as opposed to maki who was always strong enough to either break down or ignore any obstacle, who wasn't terrified of every cursed spirit they saw. and she doesn't want to confront her selfishness bc while maki wants a better life, dignity, freedom, respect etc all mai wants is to be with her. bc well when you're raised in the horror house with your cousin who constantly talks abt making you his wife and everyone who acts like your purpose in life is to marry someone in the clan to further the bloodline and sometimes your father looks at you like he wants you dead and you feel like he could do it on a bad day you're gonna look at your sister who's joining the men's trainings and organizations and is the only person who treats you decently and protects you and think well if there's someone I have to marry in this hellhole I want it to be her. and you grow up and you realize it's unrealistic and fucked up and that even the whole clan marriage thing is fucked up from the outside but your feelings don't change bc no matter how much you hate it you're a zenin and this house's print on you is indelible. and eventually your sister leaves you and it feels like a giant betrayal, that you weren't enough for her to be happy when she was enough for you. and you get out too and you make normal friends but you're still a zenin and it feels wrong to live without that constant weight on your back and you don't really know if you hate your sister or love her anymore and it's probably both. and then sister school event and there's nobara saying your upbringing doesn't matter, you're a bad person and a bitch and maki had the same childhood and yet turned out fine so its your fault youre that way. and you hate her and how close she seems to be to maki bc yet another way you're left behind and replaced for smth better, healthier, normal. and it's good for her but you're incapable of moving on or being any of these things. and it's like well is she right is it your fault? is it your fault that you're too weak and can't overcome the zenin? That you dont try to fight them? Is it your fault that you're not maki, that you're inferior to her in every way? Where does personal responsibility end and where does social conditioning begin? Is it your fault that you're unlikable fucked up selfish incapable of dealing with your feelings and and that it's inseparable from the zenin upbringing? You're a bad victim you don't fight back and you absorb everything toxic abt that house and spit it back onto unrelated people. and in the end you die miserably, predictably, inside the zenin house by your father's hand finally fulfilling your destiny of disappearing to allow your sister to make some change. and you might have never been happy or free but all your repressed anger and terror at everybody who lives inside your fucked up house has to go somewhere and you put it all into your last wish, a final curse to your sister who's gonna have to deal with your mass murder desire. selfish and powerless and a freak to the end but you got the last word

#shoutout to people who never overcome their trauma and just become worse people and never find happiness #also dont kill me for saying shes in love with maki its not me who said it its gege #and obv incest is bad blah blah but like thats the point the zenin house is only capable of breeding horror stories #and maki iiiiis more complicated than that this is just not from her perspective