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19burstraat · 1 month

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So I read in your newest fic’s (which IS INCREDIBLE btw you never miss 🩷) notes that you originally conceptualized the fic as being in the vein of “it’s a wonderful life” and I’m wondering…….how do you think that would have gone? Just curious 💕

Ty!! I note that I haven't seen it for quite a few years so it would have been a fairly basic comparison bc I forget the specifics of the context in IAWL, but yes... The spirit of Jordie (or possibly just Kaz's brain pulling a Really Complex Hallucination, I think the idea was it's like a fucking weird dream after he either nearly drowns or gets beaten up) pulls up, and says Hey Kaz Want To Know What Would've Happened If You HAD Died and Kaz is like. 'Um not really actually' but it's too late. I do have a bunch of notes app scraps of it, that I repurposed slightly for the current fic, so I'll paste em under the cut for your perusal. Ultimately I found this way of doing things a bit unsubtle but it was very interesting!

"Is this some guilt complex shit?" said Kaz.

"If you want it to be."

"No, I don't." Kaz wriggled out of the way and got to his feet. "I'm just going to—"

***

The sheet was wrenched away.

Kaz had seen plenty of death in the Barrel and on the Barge, and he had known who was going to be under the sheet. It didn't matter. He had to crouch abruptly in the corner before his legs gave way. He clamped his hands over his mouth and tried not to look anywhere in particular— not at Jordie, dead beside him, or Jesper, dead on the morgue table with a set of terrible wounds. He could hear snatches of conversation:

"...ran up debts... gangs... sent debtors after him..."

****

"Well, Miss Zenik— I run a little thing called the Hellshow," said Rollins. "Heard of it?"

Nina shook her head.

"Don't," Kaz said, even though it made no difference.

***

With a horrified start, Kaz realised it was Wylan; leaning on the wall in neatly re-hemmed Barrel flash and hastily cut hair.

"I want my cut now," he said.

"You'll get a cheque in a few days."

"In cash; now."

"You think I'm running a charity?" said Wylan. "You think all this information and all those chemicals come free? If you want to run this job without me, that's fine. But I won't bail you out of the Stadhall Jail when the Stadwatch grunts catch you with a fucking circular saw at the vault."

Per Haskell exchanged glances with Red Felix and Beetle. Eventually, there was some fumbling, and a wodge of kruge was produced. Wylan took it and counted it.

***

Kaz watched him go.

"He won't get out," he said.

"He might," said Jordie.

"He won't," said Kaz. "He can't. He's in too deep, now. He should've folded and left months ago, but he was too conscientious about the money and too anxious about being scammed."

***

"I get it, alright?" Kaz said wretchedly. "I get it. I understand."

"Do you?"

"I know I have to live for everyone else to make it, too." Kaz spat. "I know. What do you want me to say?"

"Fate has plans for us all, Kaz."

"Killing her and taking her platitudes? That's fucking rich." Kaz turned and paced the cobbles furiously. "Fuck! Fine! So— what? Go on! Tell me! Give me the moral!"

***

It's interesting bc I kinda like the idea (I miss Kaz when he's not there I get very upset when he's not around. Like a baby at a party screaming when everyone holding them isn't the Specific Person They Want) but also I think I'd never have finished this lmao. Also I'd have had to decide if it was a real supernatural kinda thing or if it was just Kaz's brain on a mad one. And like I say, I kinda prefer the ominous absences... To deploy Kaz's favourite tactic, planting an idea but leaving a lack of specifics or certainty, creates a lot more unsease.

#ask answered #my fics

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soclonely · 8 months

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Whenever you gwt a chance if you're up for it

The clones as which episode of bluey made them emotional

HELLO IT IS I. I AM BACK, AND HERE AND READY FOR SOME CLONES AS! Ironically I am watching Bluey with a group of little ones as we speak and had to hold back a few sobs a moment ago:'))

Rex- Daddy Dropoff: It's Dad's turn to get the kids ready for school and kindy, but Bluey and Bingo aren't making things easy! Dad tries to keep everything on track, but can't help playing along with their games, making them all late… again!

Echo- Camping: Bluey is on a family camping trip, where she makes a new friend, Jean-Luc. Even though Bluey and Jean-Luc don't speak the same language, they teach each other how to camp, plant trees and hunt a "wild pig"

Fives- Bike: Bluey struggles to learn how to ride her bike, but finds inspiration when she watches her friends' determination with their own tasks.

Jesse-Curry Quest: Bingo and Dad must brave a swooping magpie protecting its nest, when they go on a curry swap to Mackenzie's house through the park.

Kix- Rug Island : On Bingo and Bluey's Rug Island, a pack of felt pens can be anything: bananas, campfires, even a snake. But Dad will need to embrace his inner kid if he wants to make it his home.

Tup- Sleepytime: Bingo wants to do a Big Girl sleep. As she drifts away into a dreamy adventure with Flopsy, will Bingo make it through the night and wake up in her own bed?

Dogma-The Show: When Bingo accidentally spills Chilli's Mother's Day breakfast in bed, Bluey decides they should put on a show to make her feel better.

Hardcase- Army: Jack is the new dog at school and the newest recruit in Rusty's Army. Jack struggles with following instructions and always forgets his hat, but Rusty will make a soldier of him yet.

Coric-Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound :Bingo is sick in hospital, so Bluey and her Dad make, and send her a homemade video to lift her spirits. It tells the tale of Barnicus' quest to heal her spotty dog named Bumpy.

Bly- Onesies: When Mum's sister Brandy comes over for a visit, she brings the kids onesies as a present, which has an unexpected effect on Bingo.

99- Flatpack : Bluey and Bingo turn flatpack boxes into a whole new world while Chilli and Bandit struggle to assemble the furniture itself. it is the symbolism of its final scenes that hit home as we see Bluey pretend to become a mother of her own and watch her own child head into adulthood.The show tenderly depicts her passing as she heads to a heaven-like Utopia alongside her own parents as she watched her ‘daughter’ live on.

Cody- Charades: Bluey and Bingo want everyone to play Charades, but Muffin and Socks are too young to understand the rules, which threatens to derail the game. But Nana has her own special rule so everyone is happy!

Waxer/Boil- Bingo : When Bluey has a playdate at Chloe's, Bingo must learn how to play by herself. But all the games she knows need more than one person! Luckily, Dad has a problem that needs solving.

Wolffe- Stories : Indy thinks she's no good because her model horse looks like a cow, but Calypso encourages her not to give up, so she tries to fix it with a little help from Winton.

Boost/Sinker- Butterflies : Playing Butterflies in the backyard is great fun, until Bluey runs away with Judo leaving Bingo all alone. Now poor Bingo's heartbroken and Bluey needs to make it better.

Hunter- Baby Race: Mum reminisces about Bluey and Judo as babies. Bluey learnt to roll over first, but Judo was the first to crawl, so then it became a race to see who would walk first.

Wrecker- Handstand: At a party, Bingo is desperate to show off her handstand skills, while Nanna can't find a way to make herself useful. They're both feelings bit lost, until they find each other.

Tech- Mum School: Bluey plays mum to a brood of bouncy balloons, including an irrepressible floater named Greeny. But she soon discovers that mothering is much harder than she imagined.

Crosshair- Space : Mackenzie, Jack and Rusty are playing as astronauts on a mission to Mars. But during their journey, Mackenzie keeps going missing and no one knows why, not even Mackenzie.

Omega- Bin Night: Bluey, Bingo and Dad always take the bins out. Over a few weeks, Bingo tells dad about a new kid at kindy who is mean to her and Mum offers some good advice.

Howzer- The Decider: Bluey and Lucky's families get together to watch the big game!

Fox- Copycat: Bluey's having fun copying everything Dad says and does, but the game takes a serious turn when Bluey finds a hurt budgie, and they have to make an emergency trip to the vet

Gregor- Grandad: Grandad is supposed to be resting, but when Bluey and Bingo go to visit him, he makes a run for it with the kids and takes them on a madcap adventure into the bush.

#the clones as #star wars #the clone wars #khai come get ya juice #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #the bad batch #the 501st #commander cody #commander wolffe #tw #tw death mention #tw depression

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imsparky2002 · 9 months

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Lil’ Monsters

Welcome to DuPont Daycare for Little Monsters, run by the zombie, Caline Bustier, and the headless horsewoman, Olga Mendeliev. Here’s a look at all the students that attend, and one naughty guest.

Maridoll: This little voodoo doll loves to make clothes and dolls for all her friends, even Lila! She's painfully shy, and doesn't do much talking, but is learning how to come out of her shell. Marinette is scared of getting booboos, because her friends will get them as well. Though she has a tendency to panic, she gets comforted by her friends, especially Alya and Reshma. She's also very very close with her best friends, Adrien, Kagami and Luka.

Average Adrien: The newest kid in the monster daycare, Adrien is the first and only human. A bright and happy little ray of sunshine who can stop hearts with his smile, he’s excited to learn about all his new monster friends and their families. He’s willing to try anything, but doesn’t always understand the limits he has as a human. His favorite people to play with are Luka, Kagami, Marinette, and of course, his best friend, Nino!

SpectrAlya: Alya is a friendly ghost girl, and her dream is to become a reporter when she's older. She's always carrying a little microphone, with her best friend Nino as her "camwaman". Her family helps her run a little blog about her daycare, and she's always looking for a scoop. Since she's just a toddler, it's easy for her to jump to conclusions without getting the full story. Still, she's a loyal pal and will do anything to help the other kids. She wishes that ghosts would be allowed to haunt, 'cause it seems so fun!

FrankenNino: A friendly and energetic little boy who just wants to help everybody get along, Nino can often be found settling arguments between his classmates…when he isn’t searching for his missing limbs. As Adrien’s best friend, he tells the young human everything he knows about monsters. He also loves to make music with his friends, scratching on his little toy turntables, when he’s not helping Alya by filming for her blog!

Max Steam: He may be a robot, but he's a real sweet kid. Max's got a passion for discovering new things, and to show them to his inventor Markov. He likes to use big words, though he doesn't always get the pronunciation right. Kim's his best buddy, and he loves reading books to the werepup. He's also got to be careful, since his hardware is brand new, and he doesn't like tripping over himself.

Alix Gorgon: A spirited little toddler who is always mouthing off to people, this little Gorgon is a world class smartalec! Only her best friend Nathaniel is able to reign her in. She loves to play with her Greek Monster friends Simon and Cosette, and frequently gets into trouble doing crazy challenges with Lacey and Kim. She adores her snakies, who she frequently talks and sneaks pieces of her snack to!

WereKim: The most energetic little puppy on the planet, Kim loves to play with all his monster tot friends. He can be more than a little rowdy, he loves to howl, wrestle and chase his tail. But he’s also a very sweet boy, who loves to give hugs and affection, especially to Ondine, who he has an adorable puppy love relationship. He’s the goodest baby boy in the world!

Ivan Bumble: A baby yeti who uses his strength and size to protect others from bullies. He loves to wrestle with his sasquatch cousin Denise, and his favorite kid is Mylene, his flower. If you mess with her, there'll be hell to pay. Also gives the best hugs, and has a tendency to throw boulders.

MyLeaf: A little girl with a green thumb, as well as green skin. She may only be a seedling, but she's already got a passion for saving the environment. Mess with plants around her, and you're in for a bad time. Still, she is a very timid child, constantly apologizing for other kids getting tripped up by her vines. Her powers also grow different flowers depending on her moods. Loves playing and snuggling with her yeti, Ivan.

Draculeka: A sweet little vampire who tries her best to be regal and mysterious like her piratey mama and rockstar papa, but who can’t help causing mischief with her brother Luka and her best friend Rosie. She loves to play music on her toy guitar, jamming out in a little band with some of her friends. She also has a tendency to get nervous and angsty at times, but her friends are able to put a fanged smile back on her face!

Luka Cullen: A mellow and relaxed little vampire who loves making mischief with his sister, Luka sometimes gets into trouble for hypnotizing the teachers for pranks! He loves rocking out on his toy guitar, especially in the little band he’s formed with his friends. He especially loves playing for his friends, Marinette, Kagami and Adrien! He’s a sweet boy, but very protective of those he loves!

SkeleRose: This little skeleton has both a heart and hair of gold, always livening up the room. She's the first to raise her hand in class, which is easy when your limbs are detachable, and always goes out of her way to help her teachers and friends. If only she could stop losing her bones. Her favorite pal is Juleka, a little vampire who she loves very much. She's the singer in their band "Monster Smash".

Chloepatra: A somewhat bossy little mummy who fancies herself the queen of the school, Chloe likes for things to go her way. She does have a nice side, which mostly shows when she plays with her friends, even if she argues with her sister frequently. She’s incredibly dramatic, utilizing her mummy powers to make a grand entrance. She’s also know to throw the occasional tantrum, and heaven help you if you wake her up from a nap!

Zombrina: This little zombie is quite the braniac! She shambles around helping kids with homework, assisting her best friend Chloe, as well as Miss Bustier, who's like a second zombie mama to her. She doesn't want to hurt her friends, and is content with just nomming on their heads, and chewing on little pieces of brain for snacks.

Nath Goyle: A quiet and artistic little gargoyle, Nathaniel loves to draw little pictures for his teachers and friends. He’s a bit of a stickler for the rules, always monitoring the daycare to make sure everyone is behaving. He loves to play with his best friend Marc, who often joins him for a fly around the playground.

MothMarc: A shy and timid little moth, Marc is easily startled and upset by loud noises and sudden movements. He spends a lot of time off on his own in a quiet corner. But he’s also a very kind little boy who loves to write poems and stories for his friends, especially his best friend Nathaniel!

NeferZoe: The nicer of the mummy duo, Zoe often has to keep her sister from getting in trouble with other kids. She's a sweet girl who loves her scarabs, helping her sister to take care of them. She's got a mischevious time, loving to shamble around and act scary, but she gives the best hugs. Her best friend is CosetTaur, who she often calms down when the minotaur is angry.

CosetTaur: This little minotaur will only ram you if you’re being bad. Cosette is usually a very sweet girl who loves playing with Zoe, and solving puzzles is her favorite thing to do. It feels a connection with Alix and Simon, since they’re all monsters who were villainized by the Greeks.

Ondine Blue: A cheerful, sweet and bubbly little girl, Ondine is always doing everything she can to make her friends happy. She loves to run around and play games with her friends, and encourage them to take care of the ocean! She also loves to play with her puppy, Kimmy, who she can often be seen snuggling with. Oh, and she actually LIKES bathtime!

DracoGami: This little eastern dragon is one of the most stoic of the group. However, she can be a rambunctious kid, as her strict mother can attest to. She loves playing in the water with her good friend Ondine. Kagami has a problem with sharing, at least when it comes to her treasure. Only her partners, Adrien, Luka, Marinette can grab any without fuss.

AstraRore: Sent to Earth from the planet Boreala, Aurore is here to meet all kinds of new monsters, and she couldn’t be happier! Cheerful and curious, Aurore loves to discover new things and solve mysteries in the daycare. She loves all the new friends she’s made, but her favorite friend is Mireille, the little slime.

SliMireille: A cautious little bundle of slime who loves to hang out with her alien friend, Aurore. She gets very anxious about leaving trails of herself on the floor, and doesn't like the sort of chaos that usually occurs in the daycare. That's why they have all sorts of hiding spaces. She and Aurore love all things science, and especially the weather. They have Nino as their cameraman, and give little weather reports.

Denisquatch: A lively and playful little Sasquatch, Denise is always full of energy. They love to run around and play outside with all their friends, dreading days when rain traps them indoors. They especially with their cousin Ivan and friend Kim, and scooping their cyclops friend, Simon, up for a big hug!

IsmaCat: A mischievous little stinker, Ismael loves to make minor trouble around the daycare. Though he’s often pulling small pranks and snarking at people, his friends love him anyway. At heart, he’s a good kitty and a loyal friend who stands up for people.

Flamecey: She's certainly got a fiery temper, that's for sure. Lacey is quick to anger, so it's not wise to try any funny business at her expense. She's already a little rebel, who hates being told what to do without a good reason. Still she's a cheerful and helpful kid. When it gets cold, most kids huddle around her for warmth. She loves doing dares with her friends, Kim and Alix, as well as causing mischief with Ismael.

OperJean: An enthusiastic and theatrical little phantom, Jean loves to put on performances for all his friends! He can be a little dramatic and emotional, but his friends are able to bring him back to earth. His adorable southern accent makes it a joy to listen the songs he performs with his ‘bandmates’. He especially loves singing for his ‘Grimmy’, the little reaper, Austin T.

Austin Grim: He doesn't want your soul, just a hug! This little reaper is incredibly shy, and worries about being seen as scary by humans. Funnily enough, he can't seem to be scary to other monsters! His favorite person in the world is Jean, and the two love to sing songs together, and go on little adventures. He has a passion for collecting little trinkets, and is said to have the cutest laugh.

SiClops: This little cyclops has an eye for technology. He's the first to ask to play on the tablet, and teaches his friends how to play video games. Him and Max help to fix anything that is broken, and he loves to snark with Nathaniel and Ismael. His bestest friend has to be Denise, who does puzzles with him, and gives the best furry hugs. He, Alix, and Cosette are great friends too, and love going on little adventures and making fun of those old Greeks who villainized them.

Harpy Lila: A cruel and malicious little bully, Lila gets more joy out of nothing than tormenting her fellow monster tots. She loves to spook and snatch up her classmates, particularly ones that are easy to scare, like Marc and Mylene. She also loves to start fights and cause trouble, and is something of a compulsive liar, though no one ever believes her.

Frightful Felix: A mean-spirited and hateful little boy who gets joy out of torturing and scaring others, particularly his cousin Adrien, and Adrien’s monster friends. He likes to dress up in his Jack-O-Lantern costume and cause mayhem. He wants to be like his uncle Gabriel, following his footsteps in hurting and hunting monsters.

This was an absolute delight to make with Weeby, and we came up with so many fun ideas. You’ll be seeing more of this spinoff that’s for sure. Make sure to check out their main Monstrous AU. Also make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#monstrous au #monstrous #monster au #monster #school for monster #lil monsters au #lil monsters #baby au #babies #toddler au #toddler #daycare au #daycare #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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yandere-dark-cupid · 2 years

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Deity AU: Darling; Goddess of nature, healing, fertility, and motherhood 🌱🦋🤰🏽.

Sfw:

🌱 In this AU, there are 6 main Rulers. There are exceptions of course, but more on that later.

🌱 You're one of those Rulers. You rule over any plane that is fertile with life.

🌱 In this AU in general; you're either a human, deity, or some minor or half-divine being ( like a nymph or demigod ). But in this instance, you're a goddess.

🌱 You're a part of the first generation of Gods.

🌱 You're the goddess of nature, healing, fertility, and motherhood.

🌱 You're kingdom and domain are the same.

🤰🏽 You're the daughter of mother earth and are deemed to be the new mother.

🌱 You have a kind of strained relationship with the humans, for... Obvious reasons......

🤰🏽 You have kids.

🤰🏽 You're the mother of the nymphs.

🤰🏽 You're the protector of pregnant people, mothers, babies, and children.

🤰🏽🖤 You are more likely to turn platonic yandere than you are to turn a romantic one.

🦋 You're a lover of alcohol ( but aren't an alcoholic ).

🦋 You love alcohol so much, that you turned it into a winery business.

🦋 You also love chocolate.

🦋 You turned that love for it into a successful business too.

🦋 You're good at cooking but prefer baking.

🦋 You're a very empathetic being.

🦋 You're a terrible singer.

🦋 But to make up for it yourself a good dancer.

🦋 Belly dancing is your favorite.

🦋 You're very flexible. And is well a rope bunny.

🤰🏽 You treat your followers/ devotees as if they were your children. And in a way they are.

🦋🌱🦋 I feel as though offerings for you would consist of Fruits, veggies, honey, Wine, cocoa beans, baby toys and/or clothes, medical symbols, and bugs ( dead or alive ? ).

🦋🌱🦋 You're commonly associated with bees and butterflies.

🦋🌱🦋 The occasional offerings would consist of money, weed, money, gold, obsidian, jade, and clear quartz.

🌱 Now to those who read and know mythology that has a relationship to the gods, you'll know for a fact the deities can be just as cruel as they are kind. You my lovely reader are no exception.

🌱 You don't get provoked easily, but when you do. You have the power to place nasty curses on the ones that have done wrong to you.

🌱 Your more tamer and lighter curses consist of turning people into trees, flowers, rocks, rivers, and bugs. Just plant life or insects.

🌱 In mid-territory, you can place temporary illnesses on someone.

🌱 Moving on to the heavy hitters; You can cause infertility, mass disease, famine, and turn beings/ people into grotesque earth-bound spirits.

🌱 In general, you're a chill deity. And is very busy most of the time.

This is my newest AU and I hope you all enjoyed it. It's been in my drafts collecting dust, so I decided to finish it and post it. Well until next time my little tainted Angels, see you soon 💜❤💜 ~

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drachliebe · 10 months

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i don't go too deep into dragon baby's psyche , but basically ? this kid is told at the tender age of freshly hatched that he'll be responsible for all paradise and to save them from horrors beyond mortal comprehension , and he's just like " heck yeah ! "

he just . . . doesn't know any better . and that optimism and naivety is simultaneously his biggest strength and weakness . of course he wants to help ! of course he wants to be strong and protect the weak ! but it's so unfair that he's responsible over all of life at such a young age . it's unfair that he was forced to find his fire in such a hurry . it's unfair that he was denied parents who would have nurtured him at a reasonable pace and he didn't have to worry about the big things so early . all this praise that he's the youngest dragon to be a hero and even surpassed the abilities of his father is a double-edged sword , but t.abaluga in his relentless spirit and lacking the context of adulthood only sees it as a good thing .

on the other hand , to say the child should be coddled and safe from all the scary things of the world isn't a correct judgement either . children , even in their lack of context , shouldn't be put on baby-brakes by embittered adults that have a rose-colored hue of childhood innocence . the kid kicks ass , and that's great !

but there's got to be SOME limits , right ? t.abaluga in his eagerness and kindness is sure to bite off more than he can chew-- and most of the residents of paradise get too comfortable with their newest guardian and forget that he is , in fact , not even a decade old . this hero schtick is bound to get under his skin at some point , planting seeds of guilt and anxiety of expectations all paradise puts upon him as bad guys keep coming .

in the end , t.abaluga would learn not consider himself a hero , but a friend . because a friend is always there to help , but sometimes they can't take away all the big things . a hero is an idolized image . a friend is a light in the dark . and he's blessed to have friends that are looking out for him too .

#🔥) ⋆｡°✩hc .#// i know that nowdays everyone points out older media where children fighting evils is an absolute failure of the adults in that story #//and to an extent representation of the old and bitter sending the young and idealistic to fight their wars #//and i agree to an extent BUT-#//context really matters. children should not be denied stories where the little ones are victorious over the big bad #//we all need stories like that c'mon. wanting to help others without a 'whats in it for me' attitude? hell yeah!#//anyway there's a reason why kolk is such an acquired taste in paradise. especially in the cartoon!v #// she just gets miffed that her baby has all this bullshit before his 10th birthday and makes her opinions VERY WELL KNOWN #// also she's a bitch but what of it

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whileiamdying · 6 months

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A Man With a Past Best Forgotten Goes to All Lengths to Remember

By Dave Kehr Jan. 23, 2004

Even by the lax standards of January film releases -- this month is the traditional dumping time for studio films that didn't quite work out -- ''The Butterfly Effect'' is staggeringly bad.

Starring Ashton Kutcher, the shaggy-haired young actor best known for ''Dude, Where's My Car?'' and for dating Demi Moore, ''Butterfly'' is a supposed thriller that mines the memory loss theme that has been turning up with striking regularity in American movies, from ''Memento'' to ''Paycheck.'' Mr. Kutcher's character, Evan Treborn, is an earnest college student whose life has been marked by a series of blackouts surrounding traumatic events. Majoring in psychology (he keeps a rat maze in his dorm room), he hopes to discover the reason behind the mysterious black holes in his mind.

Simple self-protection might be one possible explanation, given that his repressed memories include, as the film reveals in a spiraling series of flashbacks, being nearly strangled to death as an 8-year-old by his criminally insane father; being forced to participate in a child pornography video directed by the abusive father (Eric Stoltz) of the little girl, Kayleigh, he has a crush on; watching as a young woman and her baby are blown to bits in a practical joke gone wrong; and watching as the neighborhood bully, Tommy (who also happens to be Kayleigh's brother), ties Evan's beloved terrier up in a canvas bag and sets it on fire. That's a lot to handle right there, but the film's writing and directing team, Eric Bress and J. Mackye Gruber, have some even more appalling atrocities in store for Evan as a young adult.

For reasons the film does not trouble to explain, Evan discovers that, if he reads a few lines from his childhood journals, he will be projected back in time to his traumatic moments, where he can change his behavior in small ways that will make a big difference later on. (This is where the title comes in, with its reference to the old canard about a butterfly flapping its wings in China and producing a tidal wave in New York.)

Sometimes Evan's adjustments seem to work out, as when he awakes from a time-travel session to find himself sharing a sorority house bed with Kayleigh, now grown into a radiantly happy 18-year-old (played by Amy Smart). But mostly his changes just lead to greater disasters, including one alternate reality in which Kayleigh is a scarred, drug-addled prostitute, living in what looks like Jodi Foster's old digs in ''Taxi Driver,'' and another in which Evan loses his arms and the use of his legs.

The complicated plotting soon spins wildly out of the control of the filmmakers (their last credit: ''Final Destination 2'') and begins producing unintentional laughs, as when Evan wakes up to find himself the newest and prettiest resident of a prison full of predatory neo-Nazi homosexuals.

But if the storytelling induces brain cramp, the imagery brings on a bad case of acid indigestion. The filmmakers return again and again to their movie's most repulsive visuals: the two naked children standing before a video camera, the dog squirming in the flaming bag, the mother, with her baby in her arms, approaching the mailbox in which Tommy has planted a lighted stick of dynamite. ''The Butterfly Effect,'' which opens nationwide today, is inhabited by a genuine spirit of cruelty, both toward its characters and its audience.

''The Butterfly Effect'' has been rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). It includes several scenes of graphic violence, many directed against children and animals.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Written and directed by Eric Bress and J. Mackye Gruber; director of photography, Matthew F. Leonetti; edited by Peter Amundson; music by Michael Suby; production designer, Douglas Higgins; produced by Chris Bender, A. J. Dix, Anthony Rhulen and J C Spink; released by New Line Cinema. Running time: 113 minutes. This film is rated R.

WITH: Ashton Kutcher (Evan), Amy Smart (Kayleigh), Eric Stoltz (Mr. Miller), William Lee Scott (Tommy), Elden Henson (Lenny), Ethan Suplee (Thumper) and Melora Walters (Andrea).

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dakarimainink · 3 years

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Babybump

WARNING: Fluff, a hint of angst, cute

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 1.4K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

"Hey, I love you writing and I was wondering if you can do a Pedro imagine where the reader is pregnant and like they didn’t announce it or anything and no one knew about it till they were seen in public. You can change it up if you want! Xx✨"

Okay, I am a slut, not even gonna try and hide it. As this was a request, I wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not, so that's why it is in two parts. Part one is pure fluff and no smut. Part two however is a smutty scene for those of you who wants to read about how they conceived the baby.

Enjoy! 💛

Part 2

Masterlist

You are nervous. It is obvious by the way you cling to Pedro in the backseat on your way to the gala. Your fingers intertwined into his big hand as you fiddle with the hem of his suit jacket.

He is nervous too, not because people will probably speculate, but he worries about you. The news is big, but neither of you like it when the media tries to poke into your private life before you are both ready to reveal it. It will come out eventually, but you want it to be from you and not rumours and pictures roaming about.

Your family and closest friends know. You chose to break the news three weeks ago. You remember the tears in your mother’s eyes and the warmest hug from Pedro’s father. But what truly stuck with you, was the moment you confirmed it to Pedro.

You knew for about five days without telling anyone. Pedro was away filming but had managed to squeeze in a night with you on a rainy Saturday. You had planned to go out for dinner, but in the last minute, chose to have a pizza and movie night. Cleaning the dishes from the pizza and preparing some snacks in the kitchen, you decide it was time.

You turned to him, biting your lower lip and he knew there was something immediately. At first, worry painted his face and he had walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead softly and asking what was wrong.

Tears were prickling in your eyes and as you looked up at him, more worry grew and you couldn’t help but feel happiness fill your chest, knowing this man was the father to your child.

A smile stretched across your face as tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you told him.

He was frozen, scanning your face and he went through all kinds of emotions before his eyes crinkled up into a bright beam. He pulled you in, holding you tight to him while murmuring all kinds of sweet words. Kneeling, he snuck his hand under your t-shirt and spread his hand across your belly, warmth filling you up. “Our baby.” He had whispered before looking up at you with tear-filled eyes.

You had made sweet and passionate love that night, his focus on purely satisfying you over and over and over again.

Pedro catches your chin and tilts it up to meet your eyes. He notices the worry in your eyes and gives you a gentle smile. Carefully sliding his hand further up, he graces your cheek with his thumb before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look perfect.” He smiles.

You smile back at him, feeling a lump of worry surge in your belly. You know you could leave whenever you want to, Pedro had even offered to not go at all. A part of you wants everyone to know, but another wants to keep it a secret for as long as you can.

The car stops and your heart skips a beat as our stomach feels with dread. Your fingers grasp onto his hand, you almost missed the worried look on his face, his eyes scanning your features.

“We don’t have to, my love.” He whispers, gently stroking the back of your hand.

You shake your head. “I know, but I can’t avoid it forever.” You gulp, staring into his eyes. They crinkle at the gentle smile. He leans forward gently peck your lips, leaving a lingering touch on you.

As you give him a nod, he opens the door and gracefully climbs out before holding out his hand to assist you out. You place your hand in his and plant your feet on the ground before he pulls you gently out.

As soon as you were both outside, flashes and yells from the paparazzi filled your ears. Trusting Pedro to lead the way, he guides you onto the carpet and pulls you close to him, his hand resting on your side as you both face the paparazzi. From all the comments, none of them mention the tiny bump on your belly.

You sigh out in relief and feel more confident in your posture, straightening your back.

Pedro immediately notices and glances down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. His fingers twitch into your flesh before his thumb strokes up and down, bringing you more comfort.

~~~~~

You lay peacefully in Pedro’s arms, the morning sun peeking in between the curtains and a stripe of warmth licks your leg as it rests over Pedro’s hip. You listen to each other’s slow and steady breathing.

He had apologised for waking you up when he pulled you to him that morning, but you didn’t mind at all. It is where you belong, close to him. He left a few soft kisses on your forehead while you lay there resting, enjoying the calm morning. But the calm is interrupted as both of your phones won’t stop buzzing.

Pedro sighs, knowing exactly what all the texts are about. He had peeked at his phone before pulling you in, several messages commenting on today’s news. He had hoped it wouldn’t turn into something, but here you both lay, you – wondering what it all is about, him – wanting to shield you from the storm.

“Pedro?” You breathe, your eyes looking up at him from behind your eyelashes. “What is going on?” You have a feeling this is about last night’s appearance, but you wait for him to confirm it.

He looks down at you, a calm smile painting his lips. “Nothing we have to care about for now, my love.” He presses his lips to your forehead and nuzzles you closer to him.

You sigh out and drift off in his protective arms, knowing whatever is going on right now, didn’t need your attention.

~~~~~

He looks handsome, his calmness and confidence match great with his casual outfit. His hair slightly tussled from dragging his fingers through it again and again. You like his natural curls mixed with his grey peppered beard.

His eyes are resting on the woman sitting in front of him, but every time he glances at you, it fills you with butterflies. It’s not too obvious he is looking at you, as you’re standing a few strides behind the woman, listening to the ongoing interview of his newest movie.

“So, for some other big news, which I hope you can confirm for us, Pedro. A month ago, the internet went crazy over some new photos and headlines of you and your fiancé. Speculations of a potential new family member surged through several social medias. Could you perhaps talk a bit about that? Is it true?”

You knew the question would be asked, Pedro’s agent had agreed upon it before the interview took place. Pedro had asked you several times, if you wanted to go out with the news. You were a bit hesitant at first, but then again, might as well get it over with.

He gives the woman a smile before his eyes immediately seeks out yours, nothing but love is filled within his gaze. “It is with great pride and joy I can confirm my beautiful fiancé is carrying our future child. She is doing an amazing job and I can’t wait to become a father and see her be the mother of our baby.”

Your heart beats faster, tears brimming in your eyes as he speaks warmly of your future family. You know he is looking forward to it, but to see him like this, confirming the news and not leaving your sight, makes you warm from head to toe. You want to rush over to him, hold him close to you, but knowing interrupting the interview is not a good idea.

You wait patiently until the woman thanks Pedro for the interview. He immediately gets up from his chair and walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head several times and you wrap your arms around him.

“I will forever mean it, my love. I can’t wait to see you be the mother of our child, to carry them, to feed them, to help them grow up. I know you’ll be the best at it and every obstacle we face, we will face them together.”

You pull him tighter to you, a tear escaping the corner of your eye. “I love you.” You mumble into his chest.

He buries his nose in your hair. “I love you too.” He whispers.

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cherrynojutsu · 3 years

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Title: Years Past

Summary: Sakura haunts their small home in grief, feeling already a ghost even while surrounded with beautiful raven-haired children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As she sees each and every one of them over the months that follow, a select few stare back with her own eyes. Most of them are so like her husband's, though, luciform soot flecked with silver, and she feels so sorry when she looks too long and starts to cry. Romance, Character Death, Sad With a Happy Ending, Sakura POV.

Disclaimer: I did not write Naruto. This is a fan-made piece solely created for entertainment purposes.

Rating: T

A/N: A little late to this prompt, but better late than never, I suppose. This has been sitting in my drafts since June, but reading it made me emotional and I got distracted by writing things for Like Gold. I apologize for the tardiness!

Sasusaku Month 2021, Day 7 Prompt: Years Past @ssskmonth

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Sakura passes in her sleep, marcid and weary of a broken heart and missing mismatched eyes, at the age of eighty-two.

It is longer than most Shinobi make it by far, but she doesn't feel very grateful for it, in the last five excruciating months of her life.

Her husband hadn't made it to eighty-two; Sasuke-kun passed in December. It had been peaceful, all three of their children, most of their grandchildren, and even some great grandchildren, the ones not on missions outside of the village, at his bedside.

Sakura had been there, too, old and frail and holding his hand. She'd kissed him goodbye tearily, sensing it was almost time after decades of watching it happen to others inside secluded hospital walls. It had been in front of nearly all of their descendants, family the only thing helping to hold her together in his final moments.

He hadn't complained. He'd kissed her back, for everyone to see, and Sarada and the twins had started crying, then, squeezing their hands around those of their parents, because they knew it really was time.

He had thanked her, said her name one last time, all equanimity even then. Then, so softly, "I love you. I'll see you next time," before he went, bones settling wearily at long last.

There had been melancholy in his expression even in death, wrinkled skin turning glaucous and beginning to sag against old, hardened muscle.

Sasuke-kun was buried next to Itachi’s memorial. There is a plot he saved for her on his other side, his right arm, the hand she held so many times in life.

Sakura haunts their small home in grief, feeling already a ghost even while surrounded with beautiful raven-haired children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As she sees each and every one of them over the months that follow, a select few stare back with her own eyes. Most of them are so like her husband's, though, luciform soot flecked with silver, and she feels so sorry when she looks too long and starts to cry. Little Satoko, their newest great-grandchild all of eleven months old who she dotes on endlessly, reaches at her wrinkled cheeks to try to wipe them dry, babbling out a garbled version of "Oobasan, no cwy." He is talking earlier than most babies, stormy eyes eerily full of awareness and an endless lineage, just like Sarada at that age. Sakura laughs as she sobs, cradling him close to her heart, and looking out her window at their daughter's visage on the mountain. It is also Satoko's grandmother's image; it is hard to believe their sweet little baby is now old enough to be a grandmother. She remembers the first time Sarada had smiled at Sasuke-kun, the first time he held her at only an hour old, and he broke down sobbing.

She makes the trek to Sasuke-kun's grave every day for 138 days, each step an arduous agony, before stooping down to lay a fresh daffodil atop the soil where her husband's bones rest. She has also planted white lilies around his headstone, the same as those that surround Itachi's and the Uchiha Memorial Stone. Her children help her keep them watered as needed through a short spring drought; she is too old to carry a watering can now without spilling.

She misses him. It hurts worse than Sasori's poison or Madara stabbing her or giving birth or a giant shuriken nearly cleaving her in two.

There is joy to be found in the desolation, too, in her last few months of life. Their progenies throw her a birthday party like none other, and she eats her fill of cake while watching little hands eat some, too. Little Satoko dances, or moreso balters, with Sarada in time to a dramatic song he finds by pressing buttons on the radio; it is not a very appropriate tune for a dance with a toddler, all clumsy crescendo and orchestra, but amusing all the same. Sasuke-kun would have smiled, if he were there.

The white lilies bloom before her eyes one last time, resplendent and perfect. She gets to hear about Haruki making Chunin on the first try, every bit the pride of the Uchiha, reborn anew with Sharingan blazing. She even gets to see Akiko make Jonin in person, ambitious and ingenious with Sharingan and diamond seal on her forehead setting her apart from her adversaries in the arena.

But finally, at long last, it is her culminating day. 138 days doesn't seem like a long time to be without him, compared to the larger number of days he was absent in their youth, but she finds it is worse, following their life together.

She tells them all she loves them and falls asleep for the last time, watches their confluence of family say goodbye from above. Sarada and the twins cry the hardest, clinging to her body as her heart finally pumps for the last time. Satoko is too young to understand, but he pats at her, too, in a sea of dark-haired descendants that she knows will continue to bring honor back to a clan revived at the brink of death. She takes in each and every one of their beautiful faces one last time, faces so similar to Sasuke-kun's; not a single one of them has her nose.

It is a legacy of love they have created, exactly the dream they started willing into color the day they discovered they had made Sarada together.

Then, she is on a dock that has slightly singed edges, looking over a small, familiar pond.

It is a spring evening, the sun just falling beneath the horizon and cherry blossoms abloom, and she thinks that is strange, because it is June and Hanami has already passed them by. Satoko had been so cute in his new outfit; she had made it herself, not much else to do in their empty house filled with aching memories. The tiny uchiwa on the back of his collar was sewn with the utmost care, the kind that came from decades of practice.

Crickets chirp, cicadas buzz, and there are a few fireflies leaking out of the greenery, soft light reflectant in the stillness of the water. It is serene. She had sat on this dock many times with her husband, when he was alive, on his right side so she could hold his hand. He told her she was beautiful during Hanami here, every year. She shifts to begin the process of sitting down, planning on leaving the space he'd taken up in life empty for him, in case his ghost is around. She has felt it, sometimes, tugging at her own spirit; she leaves his side of the bed empty every night, trying to will him back to her.

As Sakura shifts, she looks down, and she is startled to see pink hair instead of white, and no wrinkles. She crouches to analyze herself more closely in water still as glass, and there are no creaking old bones. She is young again, somehow.

She is overjoyed; she will be able to water the white lilies herself again. She can even dance with little Satoko now.

Light footsteps sound behind her, and just as she stands and turns, she is being swept into an unfamiliar yet comforting pair of arms. A woman with long inky hair, black as night, is hugging her tight.

"Thank you for loving my son," she breathes immediately, and Sakura starts crying, because she somehow knew who it was before she even said anything, without even seeing her face. When her eyes focus blearily through tears over Mikoto Uchiha's shoulder, Sasuke-kun's brother is walking up not far behind her.

Itachi Uchiha is smiling at her like she's done something wonderful, like he has been waiting for years to meet her. He is younger, healthier here, flecks of silver dancing in eyes just like her husband's, just like their childrens'. There's an impossible ache in her chest.

He waits patiently for his mother to pull back. When she finally does, Sakura looks into her eyes, and Mikoto is smiling at her so big, like she hung the moon in the sky, beginning to peek out from behind clouds above them.

"I have waited so long to meet you," she says, eyes shining, and her eyes are like Sasuke-kun's, too. "You are so beautiful."

Then Itachi is embracing her, and Sakura cries harder, because his arms feel almost like Sasuke-kun's arm had felt, slipping around her for sixty-one years of marriage, the same height and strong.

"I have waited, too. It's an honor. Thank you, for everything," Itachi says as she sobs.

"They are so beautiful, too, Sakura," Mikoto adds softly, hand at her shoulder, and she knows she means their children, Mikoto's grandchildren that she hasn't gotten to hold yet, Sarada and the twins and their children and all the others. Little Satoko had made twenty-seven blood relatives; including spouses who married into the clan, the number was thirty-eight, and there were two more babies on the way, yet.

Itachi lets her go, smile tender when he pulls away. He directs his gaze momentarily to the path leading up the hill, as if he's looking for someone.

She follows his gaze; Fugaku Uchiha is coming over the top, all stoicism even as a spirit. He stops momentarily and gives her a nod of recognition, not breaking eye contact for a long time.

Then, he glances back over his shoulder, tilts his head as if telling someone to follow him down the hill, and Sakura is running, though she hasn't been able to for years.

Sasuke-kun is all of twenty again, young and strong, too handsome for his own good and every bit the sweet but stoic man she fell in love and grew old with. He's smiling at her, just for her, and she's in his arms - he has both, here - in the blink of mismatched, teary eyes.

His arms feel like home, two spirits together in permanence at long last. It is the same feeling as the little piece of heaven they touched together whenever they made love, souls intertwining, but this time for good. She has missed him. Oh, she has missed him.

"...I told you I'd see you next time," he murmurs against her hair.

#this doesn't feel quite as polished as my other stuff tbh but i still like it #feels more raw emotion #ssm21 #ssm21d7 #sasusaku #naruto #ssfanfiction #cherry writes

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a-heist-of-words · 3 years

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On the Propagation of Flowers

A cool, dark voice crosses the Ether beyond the Divine Gate.

“Melora.”

There is a hint of a question in the voice and in the masked visage it belongs to. Melora acknowledges it with a nod towards the Raven Queen.

“Your Majesty.”

There is silence for a moment. It is not companionable, nor is it tense. It just is, like the silence of a sleeping forest or the silence of a grave. Neither deity feels uncomfortable in it.

The Raven Queen’s gaze turns ever so slightly and she states: “That one.”

Melora follows her eyes. A purple tiefling, clothed only in tattoos and confusion, waking up like many a baby, amidst flesh and joyful tears from those who already love them. Melora says nothing.

“He is not who he was,” the Raven Queen continues.

“And thank goodness for that, yes?” Melora replies, and they both shudder, a subtle vibration that ripples out into the Cosmos. What he had been had just been destroyed, an abomination and an affront to all laws of the Universe. The Raven Queen has taken the souls of would-be gods before, but none had been shut away into oblivion quite as fast as that one.

“Yes,” the Raven Queen replies. “But I am curious. That firbolg you seem to favor asked you to put it back. Yet he is not who he was.”

They look on for a few seconds, as days pass in the mortal realm. The purple tiefling walks aimlessly, empty, then is restored by the Traveler’s magic. He promptly chooses another name. He promptly tells them that he is not the same.

“Do you know how plants are propagated, Your Majesty?” Melora asks after a pause.

The Raven Queen turns slightly. It is not in her realm of specialty, and she says as much. The Wild Mother smiles at her.

“A plant can come from a stolon. A runner, if you will,” she explains. “Those plants, like my Caduceus, remain forever connected to the plant that birthed them, always tethered to their home.”

They look at Caduceus as he fiercely protects his home, his temple, as he leaves for a few years at a time only to be drawn back to his garden again.

“A plant can come from a seed,” Melora continues. “Those plants, like those two,” she nods towards the red-haired wizard and the dark-skinned monk, siblings in all rights but blood, “sometimes require a period of dormancy before they bloom. Sometimes, they even need to pass through fire.”

The Raven Queen’s companion, ever silent and by her side, stirs in recognition of the phrase, but says nothing.

“A plant can come from a cutting. A piece broken off, separate but with the same essence, like that one was a while ago,” Melora says, gesturing towards the once-goblin, now-halfling, and her son, so similar to her in so many ways.

“I feel like you are not just teaching me Botany for the sake of it, Wild Mother,” the Raven Queen says, amused.

Melora shakes her head. “In all these cases, the new plant is not the same as the plant it came from,” she explains. “My Caduceus is a Clay, but he is not Cornelius or Constance. Beauregard is a Lionett, but she is not Thoreau. Nott the Brave was her own self, though she was but a piece of Veth Brenatto.”

The Wild Mother’s face grows a little sad, wilting like a flower who has received just a bit less water, just a bit less sun.

“Sometimes, plants get damaged. And sometimes a plant can be salvaged. It can be placed in a larger pot to keep it from being too cooped up, to keep its own roots from strangling it to death for lack of space.”

They look at Jester and yes, the little tiefling has blossomed into a beautiful adventurer, a seafarer, a free spirit way beyond just being a sapphire in a box.

“Sometimes, all it needs is some sunlight, and some gentle guidance on how to grow,” she continues. Essek doesn’t seem to notice, but he reaches for his friends, for Caleb, like a plant reaches for the light. And through the periods of darkness and hiding, he seems to wilt a little in the shade he was so used to before.

“If rot is caught in time, trimming the leaves and changing the soil can save the whole plant,” Melora says, and she gazes fondly at her newest paladin. She is still so proud of Fjord choosing to save himself, to free himself from the influence of that serpent and deciding to be better. He looks much better, green skin darkened from many a day at sea, tusks proud and polished and long.

“And sometimes a plant can come back stronger when it has suffered hardship, when its own ashes nurture it to grow again, and you can find that it blooms so beautifully when all that seemed to be there was a broken, burnt little thing.” Melora looks at the Storm Lord’s champion; gone is Yasha’s black hair, now white and vibrant and always decorated with a flower or two. She smiles and laughs along her girlfriend, her laughter booming like the thunder and just as alive.

The Raven Queen looks at the Wild Mother, understanding her subtle pain. Melora always seems a little sad when her creations move on before their time. Death never stops being a little tragic, even when it’s natural. “You couldn’t save him, then. He was never the same to be put back.”

Melora shakes her head. “He is new. He is his own plant.” Then, she sighs, and a warm breeze follows her warm smile. “But look at him,” she says as Kingsley lives his new life, trying alcohol and piracy and learning about his body’s predecessor. “Because his friends have so much love for life, he gets a chance to grow. And who knows? With proper nurturing, he might grow into something very beautiful indeed.”

And beautiful it is. Short, like all mortal lives. A brief flash of family, love, redemption, heartbreak, laughter. Small and delicate like flowers, all the more beautiful for it when it is time to pluck them away.

The Raven Queen looks on and so does the Wild Mother, life and death standing together like they always do. They say nothing.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #melora the wild mother #the raven queen #mighty nein #the mighty nein

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ahkaahshi · 3 years

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anything for you [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): n/a

word count: 1.5k

overview: your boyfriend does everything he can to make your special day as great as possible

notes: a commission for @tsumue! happy birthday lia ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and that this helps brighten it just a bit! sending you lots of love!

The sound of the front door to the apartment swinging shut awakens you from your deep, peaceful slumber. Rubbing your eyes to bring your surroundings into focus as you sit up with a yawn, you glance over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. You’ve woken up a bit later than usual, you find—much to your satisfaction, since you’d needed the rest after a long and tiresome week—but it’s the sharp, blue numbers displayed above the time that draw your attention. The date is a special one that makes your heart leap with excitement and brings a smile onto your lips.

With a newfound energy, you slide out of bed so you can march over to the bedroom door. Shuffling down the hallway towards the kitchen brings your significant other into view and widens the grin on your face. “Whatcha doin’, ‘Tsumu?” you inquire in a sing-song voice, making your way over to where he’s standing in front of the counter, lifting small boxes out of a plastic bag.

He jumps at the sound of your voice and whirls around to face you, caramel colored eyes wide with shock. “H-Honey! Thought you were still sleepin’!” With far less subtlety than he probably intended, he throws a dishtowel over whatever it is he was unpacking before asking, “I just got back from practice ‘nd trainin’, so, uh… wanna do me a favor ‘nd close yer eyes real quick?”

His clearly frazzled state elicits a small giggle from you, and you decide to play along by shutting your eyes and waiting patiently as you listen to his footsteps travel around your shared home. Soon enough, you feel something come to rest atop your head that feels like a headband, and a small object being placed into the palm of your hand.

When Atsumu tells you to open your eyes, you see him standing in front of you, a fluffy, pink party hat on his head and a small party popper in his hand. Pointing it away from you, he pulls on the string to unleash a wave of confetti and streamers with a loud pop, and you do the same with the one you realize he’s given you in the spirit of things.

“Happy birthday, (f/n)!” he cheers, dumping a clump of confetti over your head and pulling you into a tight hug. His lips meet with yours as he pulls away so he can give you a few, affectionate kisses. “Love ya, baby.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at the tenderness behind his actions, and your fingers tangle themselves in his golden head of hair so you can bring him closer to you to reward him with a few more pecks. “I love you too,” is your gentle response given with a grin that spreads across his own lips as well, “Thanks, babe.”

“Please, hold yer ‘thank yous’ til the end,” he notes with a snicker, “Or else you’ll be givin’ a lot of ‘em today.” As he brushes a few pieces of brightly colored tissue paper off his Team Japan sweater, he makes his way back into the kitchen. “Gimme a sec, ‘kay?”

While he messes around with what he’s brought home, you wander over to a mirror in the entryway to check what’s on your head. To your amusement, he’d placed a headband on you that reads, in silver letters extending atop your head, “It’s my birthday!”

Once he’s finished with his task, he calls you back into the living room where you’re greeted with a plate of your favorite dessert. Plunged into it are two, burning candles that read out your age, and he gestures for you to join him so he can serenade you with what is always an off-tune rendition of Happy Birthday. He tries, and that’s what matters, which is why you pull him into a tight hug before the two of you dig into your sweet meal.

“Hey,” he mentions after you’ve both scarfed down your breakfast treats, “Why don’tcha go ‘nd get the shower runnin’? I’ll be there in a minute.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him and tease, “You’re the stinky one between us, ‘Tsumu.”

“Which is why I’m comin’ in with ya!” he groans, “Now, go on. I’ll clean this up.”

Rather than continuing your banter with him, as you normally would, you decide to go along with his plans and head into the bedroom. His hand planting itself firmly on your butt before you walk away doesn’t surprise you, and you simply chuckle as you smack it away playfully. It’s not long after you’ve stripped off and gotten into the shower to freshen up that he comes to join you and snatches the soapy loofah out of your hands so he can work on lathering you up instead. And when the two of you have finished enjoying each other’s company beneath the warm water, you find another surprise waiting for you on top of a set of comfy pajamas he’s laid out over the bed for you.

With wide, (e/c) eyes, you reach for the bracelet resting atop one of your—his—favorite sweaters, and Atsumu carefully fastens it around your wrist for you. Gently, he kisses the back of your hand while you admire the way the dainty jewelry looks against your skin. “Atsumu…” you murmur, still in awe of how beautiful it is, “I love this so much.” It’s hard not to thank him for it, but you know he’ll tease you if you do, so you settle for showing your appreciation by showering him with kisses.

“Looks perfect on ya,” he comments when your lips separate, “’nd I bet it’ll go great with my sweater.”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you take a moment longer to fawn over your newest accessory before getting dressed. In the brief silences that linger in the room during the pauses in your conversation, you swear you hear the television on in the living room. Noticing your gaze drift towards the door brings Atsumu to attention, and he rushes out of the bedroom to investigate. However, when you hear the sound of an argument echoing through the door—instigated by your boyfriend’s clear, “Oi! What the hell are ya doin’? Turn it down!”—you’ve already formed your suspicions, which are confirmed when you wander outside.

Standing in the center of the room, beneath an array of multicolored streamers and a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY! sign is none other than Osamu—a party hat perched atop his head of dark hair and a plate of what you’d had for breakfast in one of his hands. When he sees you, he puts the dessert down for a moment to place a noisemaker in his mouth and give it a blow as he shoots off another party popper.

“’Tsumu offered you some food in exchange for doing this, huh?” you mention after the two of you break away from a hug and he’s offered you his warm, birthday wishes.

He nods and chuckles before saying, “But, even if he hadn’t, I woulda stopped by anyway. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, he offers, “Next time ya come over to the restaurant, yer meal’s on me if ya wear that headband.”

“What about mine?” Atsumu butts in.

“It ain’t your birthday, ‘Tsumu,” is his quick retort, “Anyway, I’ll be leavin’ you two lovebirds alone now ‘nd gettin’ back to work. Hope ya have a nice day, (f/n).”

With that said, he grabs a container from your kitchen to take his unfinished dessert in before heading out again, only stopping to take a few photos of you and Atsumu together beneath the sign he’s put up when his twin nags him about it. Once he’s gone, your boyfriend makes a quick trip to the bedroom to grab, you soon find, layers of blankets that he tosses onto the floor.

“Blanket fort?” he suggests, a bright smile lighting up his handsome features.

Enthusiastically, you accept by helping him rearrange your furniture to construct a small hideaway beneath layers of blankets. After you’ve ensured that it won’t collapse in on you, the two of you fill it with pillows before grabbing a laptop to watch movies on and climbing inside. Atsumu reaches out towards you, welcoming you into his arms so he can pull your body flush against his and ensconce yourselves beneath a blanket.

Giving you a squeeze and pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he murmurs, “Wanna just stay like this for the whole day?”

You hum with approval as you nestle your head in the crook of his neck and pepper his exposed skin with tender pecks. “I would love to.” A short silence befalls the two of you, during which he takes to tracing little circles along the small of your back with his fingers. “‘Tsumu?”

“What’s up?”

“I know the day’s not over yet but thank you—for all of this. I really appreciate it.”

Directing your gaze upwards at him brings your eyes to his, and the loving look he regards you with fills your body with warmth. The kiss he plants on your lips is tender and soft, and he seals his gentle expression of affection with the words, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

fun fact that didn’t make it into the story: most of the guys from the team bought you a gift, and omi’s was a pair of team japan socks since he got worried about you when you said your feet were prone to getting cold.

masterlist ⭐︎ treat me to a coffee!

taglists (see pinned post on my blog for form)

general: @dinablossom, @newfriendjen, @devlovesiwa-channn, @ohbyunhunn, @aftcrlust, @mister-future, @kyleclxin, @kac-chowsballs, @osamusmiya, @nit-sir-hc, @arixtsukki, @shinsurou, @ichorizaki, @dominikmagnus, @yamagucji, @krynnza, @tendo-sxtori

atsumu: @pretty-setters, @misora-msby, @why-aminot-dead, @lotsoffandomrecs, @tsumue, @heyhinata

#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #x reader #reader insert #haikyuu fluff #fran writes hq!!#ahkaahshi commissions

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scatteredprayerbeads · 2 years

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Glossolalia

by Eugenia Leigh

My baby brandishes a wooden knife meant to halve a wooden shallot

as he hollers his newest word. Knife. Look at my son, flashing

his dagger, jamming it into plush animals. Knife, knife. Look at him,

oblivious to the weapons littering his lineage or, God forbid,

possessed by them. Can the babies planted in the dirt of our bodies

absorb the torments buried there? My gentle, watchful child

wants all the knives. But some days, everywhere, blue. The bear, blue.

The bells, blue, the car, the cup, the light. I marvel at my son,

who marvels at the sky—blue, blue— no matter how gray the bully of clouds.

And this is all I want. Look at my son laughing at the rain.

Look how he prods the window with his knife, insisting

we cut up the storm, demanding the blue back into view.

__________

“I wrote this poem from a place of fear—the fear of passing down my past, its traumas, to my child. What surprised me was that while I believed I was trying to express these anxieties, the poem showed me that I was actually asking for something. Hope, perhaps. A healed future. A child more resilient than I. When another poet suggested the title ‘Glossolalia,’ it occurred to me that as I wrote this poem, my spirit must have been praying.”

Eugenia Leigh is a Korean American poet and the author of Bianca (Four Way Books, 2023), as well as Blood, Sparrows and Sparrows (Four Way Books, 2014).

#eugenia leigh #trauma #trauma recovery #poem #violence #children #parenthood

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wxldchxld · 3 years

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This started out as like, a light piece just to describe what Beck’s workspace looks like and I won’t lie I’m a little obsessed with it. People always ask me like how tf Harper and Beck get along and... this. It’s this. Harper turns into a big sappy baby who lives off of nothing but Loving Her Wife Juice.

I’ll probably go back and edit this a couple of times for typos and other things but I love it so much I just wanna post it rn. And I won’t be putting it under a cut so y’all will have to live with it.

Harper knocked, almost tentatively, on the open door. From outside she could smell the intoxicating aroma of fir trees and herbs, sweetened by dried apples and candied citrus, drawing the attention of any passersby and calling them in. But she lingered there, knocking a second time when she got no response. Somewhere an old record player was crackling as Judy Garland sang about far away places over a rainbow, and a warm voice was humming along with it. Harper gently ran her thumb over one of the embroidered silk foxes among flower petals embedded into the translucent curtain that covered the door. The fabric, a deep ocean blue, shuffled under her attention, and the little creatures looked as if they were dancing.

Even on the threshold of Beck’s workshop, the world felt so slow. Time didn’t abide by schedules and obligations. It flowed like a lazy river on the precipice of winter, slowly but surely crusting over with ice. If she stood still long enough, would it freeze entirely? Or would the warm glow that haloed her lover forever melt away the sharpest crystals and encourage it to move on?

She didn’t need to knock. She didn’t need permission to enter. Not only did she doubt Beck would care, but the building was hers. The city--in its own way--was hers. It was her nature to utterly and completely possess things---to take them into herself to keep. If someone asked, she’d likely have even said Beck was hers.

But she had no claim over this place. It was a feeling that went far deeper than any deed or contract or organization. The magic here was so perfectly interwoven with it that it felt like it belonged to Beck.

Inside the room, there was a little tsk and a rich, quiet laugh. “What are you doing hanging out there like a bat? The door is open.”

The door was always open. Beck still clung to the old superstitions of their people. Ancient rules about hospitality and ways witches ought to behave. Rules made in a time when their people had been valued and listened to, long before Christians had turned them into a target and Google had rendered them obsolete. But Beck claimed it wasn’t about people, it was about magic, and its strange laws that were shrouded in mystery. Magic, she said, liked to know its witches were always open and welcome to it. In return for a witch’s “proper” hospitality, magic would sweep away the bad luck that so often got caught behind closed doors. And--again according to Beck--spirits were much the same, and closing the door on them might cause otherwise benign entities to turn dark with anger.

But Harper had been raised by much less traditional witches. One specifically that would have worn her back end raw with a wooden spoon for letting the heat escape and airing their business out in front of their neighbors.

She pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the room, leaving any lingering thoughts of her mother laid on the doorstep with the rest of her worries.

The apartment was an explosion of barely organized chaos. Dried herbs and flowers hung from the ceiling or were pressed between the thick, heavy pages of spellbooks laying on the shelves beside jars stuffed with candied fruits and tea leaves. Knitwork and embroidery and tapestries and clothing in all states of completion were laid out on tables or hung up from the wall. Live plants in brightly colored pots lounged in the sunlight that poured in from the huge windows on the far side of the wall. There was a collection of open-faced cabinets filled with canisters of wood and glass and stone that sat in clusters with no apparent system of coordination. Above her the high ceilings had been turned into an aerial playground of wooden bridges, little boxes, and plush cushions either nailed into the wall or floating in midair among the drying plants where her most cantankerous familiar could sit and look down on the apartment like a goddess. A fire roared energetically to her right, and to her left there was a small kitchen where an enormous pot of sliced apples was being attended by an enchanted spoon.

It was nothing like the penthouse they shared when Harper left her work to come home. But oddly enough Beck’s workshop didn’t feel cramped or chaotic. It was warm. It was inviting. Everything melted together on the merit that no two things were remotely related to one another in any sensible way. A way that suggested every single item had been purposefully hand picked or handmade by the master of the domain and placed precisely where they were meant to be.

And there she sat, behind it all, nestled among the plants in front of a wall of windows. Her feet were curled up in the plush, gliding rocker beside her, and she was smiling up at her through a halo of sunlight. In this place she was a queen, and her crown was made of braids entangled with wildflowers and encrusted with knitting needles and crochet hooks that she had stuck away for safekeeping and promptly forgotten about. She was holding a little stuffed creature in one hand, and pulling a needle and thread in the other.

Beck always seemed fondly amused by the slow, reverent way Harper entered her domain. Their eyes met for a few gentle seconds, and then Beck looked to her right, where something shimmering and half formed in the sunlight began to move. Harper tried to focus on the spirit, but it collapsed in on itself and turned into a yellow moth as big as her hand, and lazily fluttered into the shadow of a flower by the window.

“That doesn’t unnerve you?” Harper asked, taking a seat in an armchair across from her girlfriend.

Again the blonde let out a breezy laugh that harmonized with the music in the background.

“You spend half your nights in an enchanted necropolis in some undisclosed abyss with only dead people and a renegade faerie for company, and an air spirit unnerves you.” She said, a playful perk in her brow.

Harper scoffed in feigned offense. “Dead things don’t think. They don’t watch me. I don’t like to be watched.”

“What a shame. You’re quite the sight to look at.”

Now Harper laughed, a rare, genuine chuckle of amusement. She wasn’t modest by any means, but Beck’s flattery could still make her heart race and her stomach fill with butterflies. As if it were the first time, even though compliments fell from Beck like droplets of rain in a spring shower.

“Well it’s a privilege. And it’s only bestowed on people I think highly of.”

Beck snorted soundlessly. “I can’t imagine there are many of those.”

“Only one, currently. And I’d let her do anything she pleased.” Harper replied. There was a small, suggestive grin on her lips, and a devilish twinkle in her eye.

“Oh?” Both of Beck’s brows raised and the hand holding her needle pressed against her heart as if she were shocked. “Then I guess I have someone to be jealous of, because you certainly don’t let me do whatever I want.”

Again she laughed, and Beck joined in with her. Harper rolled her eyes, her quick tongue failing her, and said lightly. “Shut up.”

“See?! There it is right there. Always bossing me around.” The little witch clicked her tongue in fake disapproval.

“Anything you want to me.” Harper corrected, still grinning so wide that it hurt her cheeks. “The fact that I don’t let you wreak havoc all across the tristate area is not the same.”

Beck held up both her hands in surrender. “Hey, you say potato, I say tomato.”

“That’s-” Harper halted her correction when she saw the look on Beck’s face that suggested her point was about to be proven perfectly. “Absolutely right.”

It was Beck’s turn to roll her eyes, and then she returned her attention to the project in her hands. Harper leaned forward just a little to try and catch a subtle glimpse, and without a word from the necromancer, Beck raised up the stuffed animal to show.

“Essi has decided that she’s infatuated with snails.” She said, shaking her head.

Esteri was a frequent visitor in their home. Harper could remember when she was born how Beck had practically lived at Frankie’s house and brought the infant home with her when her friend needed rest. Midori and Jari had done just the same, and the door to her penthouse had practically revolved for months as the gaggle of friends came and went. Essi had just turned three a short while ago, and she’d grown into a wild-eyed, challenging little girl. Consequently, one of Beck’s favorite hobbies consisted of indulging her every whim and encouraging her to be as difficult as possible. If that meant making a snail to feed her newest fancy, Harper knew that “Aunty Beck” was more than happy to provide.

“It’s not surprising, between you and Dori I don’t know who lets her play in the dirt more.”

“We play in the garden.” Beck corrected.

Harper refused to give ground. “Gardens are mostly dirt.”

“It’s important for witches to know how to plant and grow.” Her playful tone had gotten a little more serious. Not angry, but carrying a thread of absolute belief. “You could use a bit more time in the garden. And the sun for that matter.”

“Alas my love,” She sighed dramatically, “I am a creature of the night.”

Something soft bounced off her nose and fell into her lap. It was the snail. It’s stupid, smiling face laughing up at her.

“Are you throwing things at me now?” She teased, “Do you really want to start this with me?”

“You’re the one who said I could do whatever I wanted to you.” Beck wasn’t even bothering to contain her wolfish grin.

“You. Not this creature you’ve created. I can’t take an attack like this sitting down. I have a reputation to uphold.” She stood up, stuffed animal clenched in her hand, and slowly walked toward the fire place.

“Don’t you dare!” Beck squealed. They both knew it was an empty threat, that Harper would never disrespect the woman she loved so brazenly, but Beck threw the blankets off her lap and scrambled to her feet in a flash. Harper held the stuffed creature high above her head as Beck latched onto her.

There was a flush of heat that certainly didn’t come from any fire as their bodies pressed together. Beck was all soft curves over surprisingly strong muscles and blue eyes that glittered in the flames.

“Give me that back!” She demanded, trying to sound stern and reaching hopelessly for the toy. The pair stumbled and fell against a wall. When it shook a cascade of lavender petals and thyme leaves peppered them like confetti.

The necromancer curled one of her legs behind her lover’s and held up the animal higher. “I never knew you had this kind of rage inside of you. You know maybe you should go to therapy.”

“I never knew you were so annoyi-OH” Harper swept them both to the side, and Beck only managed to stay upright because she was being held against her so tightly. The little witch huffed, her cheeks flushing. “Oh I’m going to knock you over the side of the head so hard it smarts for a month!”

“See! There it is again! That rage!” Harper teased, merciless. A little childish, even. “Beck it’s me! Please, remember you loved me once.”

“You’re too rotten for loving. You give me that toy right now!”

Harper was shaking with laughter, her free hand wrapped around Beck’s waist as she strained. Beck was laughing too, intermittently. Every few seconds her angry façade would break just long enough for a smile and a chuckle that made her quiver against her.

“Why are you so godsdamned tall?! Was your mother a giant?” Beck’s hand had a hold on her wrist and her nails were just barely scratching the skin that ignited a dangerous excitement in Harper.

“A troll, actually. It’s a wonder I turned out so pretty.” Harper carefully guided them through the room backing them into the perfect position. When her hand was at just the right height, she felt the toy roughly ripped away from her, and the enormous black feline leaped over the both of them with it in her mouth, and (likely sensing what was about to happen) ran out into the hall.

"They say the devil has a pretty face---and Angrboda you’re giving that back!” The smaller witch tried to twist to look at her familiar, but Harper had pulled her tight against her body. Now with her other hand free she tilted up her lover’s chin and kissed her softly, the both of them still intermittently giggling.

They turned again, fingers tangled in one another’s hair, lips locked, the air between them dissolving until her lungs burned but still neither of them pulled away. Not until Harper had backed the witch up to the armchair. She gave her lover a rough push and watched her fall back into the seat, panting and grinning in delight.

She placed a knee on either side of Beck and trapped her against the cushions, reveling in the way she shivered. Her head stooped to whisper in the little witch’s ear. “And what would you let the devil do to you?”

Beck's hands were tightly gripping her hips, trying to pull her even closer. She smelled like apples and wildflowers and everything Harper loved in the world. She was everything Harper loved in the world. Perhaps even the only thing she loved in the world of the living.

“I’d let her do anything she wants.” Beck said beneath her, and the record came to a scratchy stop, and all Harper could hear was the crackle of the fire and the door slamming shut behind them.

#drabbles #my drabbles #i love them so much tho omgggggg

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witchofthesouls · 4 years

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G1!Ratchet with Human S/O with bitty

The G1! continuation of this post: https://witchofthesouls.tumblr.com/post/188579113137/ratchet-with-human-so

Seeing how the metal blob with glowy, gooey insides formed into a humanoid, metal baby is pretty surreal and absolutely fascinating. Ratchet breaks down the developmental growth and milestones.

He tends to run his hands over your swollen belly. The sensors act as a noninvasive scanner and test out the little one’s fledgling EM field.

You’re sure that the sparkling’s going to be really active since they enthusiastically return their sire’s fingertaps with kicks.

If you’re curled up next to Ratchet, the baby’s rolling around until he lays a hand on your belly for a scan and bitty kicks his palm.

If you haven’t seen Ratchet yet, the newspark will be squirming and your skin’s keeps prickling, there’s an odd sensation at the base of the neck, and it slowly gets more bothersome until you visit the medbay.

Since your meat intake is incredible and your appetite went into rabid beast-mode. You would wake up at night just absolutely famished. Ratchet learns how to cook with human food and eventually gets down a mean meatloaf and a very tasty shepherd's pie recipe.

Your colleagues had volunteered to be the guinea pigs into his first foray of culinary arts for free, if dubious, foodstuffs and were very entertained by Ratchet fighting the stove and crockpot.

Ratchet hisses and swears to the Twins if they ruin the food, he will turn them into a toaster oven and a blender and so help him he will leave them in the freshmen university dorm.

The chosen hospital is set, the equipment is prepped, the security is on point. Everyone’s waiting for the newspark to pop. Ratchet says soon. Really soon.

The date is really up-in-the-air since they’re a technoorganic. So far, they’re forming at a rapid pace much to the amazement to the mechs but so slow much to the humans’ befuddlement and worry. (It’s already been over a year.)

There’s a few false starts and you’re ready for them to come out.

The newspark decides it’s time when you’re at the university going over your friend’s newest proposal while the Decepticons attack a power-plant.

You’ve been having cramps for the past day but the contractions were varying so you didn’t worry about it until the ache gets too much and you stand up to walk but your friend immediately catches a fluorescent green stain on the chair.

Johnny, the fucker who ordered the Xenomorph cake for the baby-shower, is an obstetrician and conveniently still on campus.

Your friend’s bracing you as Johnny, your colleague and drinking partner, is deep between your legs with hands stained green and he’s delivering your child since apparently you’ve been in active labor and now it’s time.

“It’s an alien!” Johnny gleefully says over the newborn’s cries.

Ratchet immediately comes after the skirmish finished and mechs patched enough for the medical crew to handle. He has the biggest smile when he meets a chirping newspark in your arms and they latch onto his EM field immediately.

Bitlet is a feisty, little spitfire that’s filled with the Spirit of Adventure. And has many mechs wrapped around their tiny, little fingers.

Quite a few people had to stop the Twins playing football with the bitlet since bitty loves being the ball.

And stop the Dinobots playing Rampage. And Godzilla. And King Kong.

And be more selective with movies because nothing’s truly fantasy or wand-waving, story-magic when there’s a science/engineering team consisting of Skyfire, Wheeljack, and Perceptor. Primus have mercy on your poor human heart if the kid ever manages to charm Starscream and the Constructicons.

Prowl made it a legitimate punishment where mechs lose their baby-sitting duties. Soundwave eventually follows this method on the Nemesis.

Smokescreen makes a new betting table based on the sparkling’s developmental milestones. Everyone is into it, even most of the Decepticons had joined or kept an ear out.

A few fistfights broke out on mechs interfering on baby’s first words and first steps.

Sparkling has a colorful assortment of medical patches on their chubby limbs and face.

Partly because this little adventurer collects scratches easily and frequently.

Mostly because they like working with sire and Ratchet let’s them eagerly slap those patches on mech’s with surface scrapes on the paintjob.

It’s a common sight to see them on Ratchet -in his arms, on his shoulders, latched to his back and chewing on a toy, babbling to everyone and everything.

Reads to them his requisition forms and has them try to sound out the words.

On the slow days, he points out the equipment to have them try to identify it. They just shriek excitedly.

Does a lot of washing with them since they fit in the medbay sinks and it’s a law of the universe that little ones get sticky.

You took them to the local farm where you get your eggs in bulk since University Life goes through those faster than shots at a rager (or when Johnny makes a whole batch of Amber Moon as a faculty-wide hangover cure) and they fell in love with the animals. Particularly the milking cow.

They developed a mighty love affair with cow print and the younger mechs are taken aback by the amount of bovine decor and merchandise truly available.

The experienced mechs, though, already knew how deep sparkling obsessions can run. And they fucking ready for it.

You’re also pretty sure that you’re on Sunstreaker’s shit list since bitty managed to slap on brown cow-printed medical patches on him.

They don’t give Optimus a hard time; they’re very willing to stay around him and not wander off.

Ratchet officially states it’s due to the Matrix and Primacy giving off a unique signature that’s comforting for sparklings, but he really does agree with you that Optimus makes a really good, very realistic cow noise. He’s got the Voice.

Gives e v e r y o n e a fucking heart attack/spark failure when they went missing and no amount of yelling/begging/mooing would get them out of their new hidey-hole.

Starscream deftly handles a wriggly, sticky bitlet that immediately starts shrieking and tries to lunge at the screen at at the sight of the stunned Autobots, “Missing something, idiots?”

This child has definitely been leashed by some Autobots. And Decepticons. And your colleagues.

Closed doors? Challenge accepted.

Explosions in the area? Game on.

A favorite adult going to another room? Wait for meeeeee!

Open vent? Adventure Time!

Blaster and Soundwave had come to an agreement over the kid since they love playing with the Cassettes.

Blaster and his bunch doesn’t mind entertaining them with hide-and-seek.

Soundwave keeps them close to him since small and vulnerable wouldn’t last long in the Decepticon trap-riddled and problematic warship. And the Decepticon TIC is experienced with rambunctious troublemakers sparklings.

They definitely pet Ravage and Steeljaw. Love to coo and chirp at Buzzsaw and Laserbeak. Takes plenty of naps with Ratbat. Goes on adventures with Rewind and Eject.

Frenzy and Rumble are not allowed to babysit them. Not anymore. At least not by themselves. It rubs rust into the protoform since even Skywarp can supervise them and has been given greater authority over the sparkling.

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love-toxin · 4 years

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Holi-day 3; unwrapped.

a/n: holiday countdown day 3. denki’s poor darling can’t afford the perfect present for him...well, what they think is the perfect present. possessiveness, stalking implications, established relationship, college u.a au, jealousy, toxic relationships.

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“Aw, c’mon..”

It was exactly what you were praying wouldn’t happen, yet you had expected just as much.

Thumbing the price tag in your hand, you sighed as you mulled it over, but in the end you had to place it back on the shelf and walk away. It was such a terribly familiar feeling--after weeks of searching, listening in, and scouting online, you had finally found what your boyfriend wanted so badly: the newest model from his favourite brand of headphones. They had about a dozen new features; a built in microphone, a rechargeable detached battery, excellent noise-cancelling, and a list of others that was so long you couldn’t hope to try and remember them all, and Denki’s old pair was so old and well-used that it seemed to be the perfect present for him.

And then you saw the price.

You wanted to bang your own head against a wall, absolutely baffled at how you hadn’t realized just how expensive they were going to be. They were totally out of your price range, and even with the extra bonus you’d gotten from work, you were still a struggling student with bills and loans to pay off.

Shifting the strap of your bag, you made your way through the busy crowd of fellow shoppers, your shoulders weighed down with disappointment. You were certainly used to not being able to afford certain things, but this just felt like another kind of failure altogether. But, taking a moment to pause, you straightened out your posture and gently smacked your cheeks to bring yourself back to earth--even if it was disheartening, you still needed to get a gift for your boyfriend. And surely, with so many shops sprawling ahead of you, there had to be something you could-

“..What are you doing here alone, kitten?”

You let out an embarrassingly loud shriek, whipping around at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder--but when you turned to face your attacker, you were met with a pair of bright eyes, and a mouthful of pearly white teeth, in a smile that mocked your own fright.

“De..Denki! Don’t scare me like that…”

Though you huffed at him, he only chuckled in that carefree way of his, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek as he pulled you in by your jacket. If there were two things he did that you ever found a bit strange, it was how unashamed he was of public affection, and the odd way he seemed to pick you right out of a crowd. Even with a thousand people in this area alone, he was always able to sniff you out like a dog to a spoonful of peanut butter.

“Aw, were you scared, kitty-cat? Don’t worry, your hero’s here to protect you!”

At this point, he was getting handsy enough that you felt the need to pull him off to the side, the noise a bit quieter off to the edge of the wide corridor. Sometimes he just couldn’t contain himself, and the last thing you needed was to have someone spying in on your private little love affairs...

“You looked so disappointed, baby...did something happen?”

Denki’s good spirits disappeared quickly though, his arm around your waist to keep you close, and concern filling his eyes at the low way you were carrying yourself. But you couldn’t help it, either--it just felt like you had yet to claim a victory today.

“...Nobody hit on you, right? Did someone touch you? Was that why you got scared?”

His voice got quiet. You knew you needed to cut in soon, else he let his mind run amok--there was no telling what train his brain would hop on, if left to his own thoughts. Especially with how downright possessive he could often be over you.

“No, Denki, I promise. It’s nothing, really. C’mon, I still have some shopping to do, so let’s go together!”

You kissed him on the lips, swiftly taking his hand in yours and turning to trot off to the next store--but you felt some resistance, and looking back, you saw that Denki hadn’t moved from his spot.

He didn’t look upset anymore. Behind those eyes was anger, seething and dormant--but not for very long.

“Give me his name, honey. And afterwards, I promise, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“What? Denki...you’ve got the wrong idea. I think you’re overreacting-”

You tried to feign ignorance, but it was futile when he tugged you back, forcing you to stumble right into his arms, and feel the suffocating squeeze of his bone-crushing hug. He was always in high spirits, almost disarmingly so, and it had only gotten more intense on the outside when you started dating. Your boyfriend was always bubbly, giddy, and doted on you at every given opportunity, to the point that his friends felt the need to groan whenever he started babbling on about you and how perfect you were, simply because it was usually the third or fourth time he had done so in the day.

But you had learned that when the opposite happened, when his eyes would go dark or he no longer had that lilt to his voice, that it meant something was seriously wrong. And if he wasn’t calmed down, then someone was going to end up hurt, whether they were guilty of his falsely-perceived crimes or not.

“Overreacting? I’m your boyfriend. Someone put their hands on you, I can smell it. And I’m going to find who it was and tear their-”

“Okay, fine! I was just upset because I couldn’t afford the present you wanted!”

He gave you a blank look, and you felt the shame creep up and burn the back of your throat. But you couldn’t stop now, so it didn’t matter much anymore. You already hated when he got like this, when he would start up on one of his tangents and not stop, no matter what you said--so there was little else you could do but just spill the whole truth.

“I wanted to get you those headphones you were obsessed with, and I finally found them in one of the stores...but it was way too pricey, and I couldn’t afford it, and-”

“You did that for me?”

His grip had loosened, and you twisted around until you broke away from it, brow furrowed at the way he so easily got your heart to melt. You never knew if he really meant to do it, or if it just happened naturally--but he had a way of totally bringing your guard down and making you bear your heart to him, no matter what.

“Of course I did. I love you, and I wanted to see you get all happy and excited when you opened it. But now I feel even worse about it, so just forget it, okay?”

You sighed even deeper this time, and crossed your arms over your chest--and even though he was suddenly all over you again, kissing you and touching your waist despite any onlookers passing by, you still tried to keep up appearances, even though you had already forgiven him for being so nosy.

“Oh, honey...I love you too, I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you upset...why don’t I make it up to you, though? I’ll give you my card, and maybe you can pop back in for a couple minutes…”

Suddenly he was nudging his credit card into your hand, and you didn’t think much of it for the moment--but when you realized what he was implying, you nearly sputtered at the notion. Denki often had some less than bright ideas, but this certainly was one of the most ridiculous.

“...Denki, you want to pay for your own gift? You already know what it is, so why bother-”

He cut you off with a kiss, though this one was much deeper, his tongue swiping across your lower lip before he bit down on it rather possessively. With his hand on your hip, it was easy to pin you to his chest, and show off a little bit to the bystanders around you--when you were making love, you would never forget the subtle way he would murmur ‘mine’ into your skin, before he would sink his teeth into every inch and leave marks that practically screamed his name.

“I won’t know anything if I don’t see it. I’m just letting you borrow it, for whatever my adorable kitty might want..”

He blew a puff of warm air into your ear, chuckling in a much darker way as you squirmed and writhed in his arms, before finally breaking away and turning your blushing cheeks so you wouldn’t face him. Little did you realize, he just loved when you were playing hard to get...especially when he already knew you were his, as he whispered into your ear just one more time.

“...Maybe you can pick out some new outfits for tonight, too...don’t bother keeping the receipts, though. I don’t think I’m gonna wait until Christmas to tear through them, and get the present I’ve really been waiting for.”

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Animal Crossing Magic - Elephant Villagers

Welcome to a general Pop Culture Correspondence post based on Animal Crossing villagers found in the newest game for spell use and “in the forest” magic for those who practice it more in secret.

This one focuses on the wonderful Elephant Villagers that can be found and invited to your island! It will list correspondences, ingredients and items you can have in real life to relate to them when doing spell work and the energies they’ll bring if you have the present in your game.

General For All Elephant Villagers

🐘 Correspondences: Wisdom, intelligence, strength, leadership, loyalty, memory, longevity, good fortune, patience, grounding

🐘 Element: Earth

🐘 Spell Types: Meditation, grounding, ancestral, memory, recall, astral, luck, prosperity, friendship, scholarly, strength and health

Specific Villagers

Axel

🐘 Correspondences: Strength, victory, athleticism, spiritual strength, will power, energy

🐘 Star Sign: Aries

🐘 Month: March

🐘 Number: 4

🐘 Crystals: Ruby, clear quartz, carnelian, seraphinite, fluorite, agate

🐘 Elements: Earth, Fire

🐘 Colors: Green, Dark Blue, Yellow, Orange

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Thyme, vervain, cinnamon, peony, apple, bay, olive, garlic

🐘 Time of Day: Mid-Day

🐘 Casting: Gesture, Hand

🐘 Magic/Spells: Luck, competitive, energy, fire magic, grounding, stabilizing, physical power

Big Top

🐘 Correspondences: Hearth, rest, grounding, centering, friendship, happiness, patience, forgiveness, sleep

🐘 Star Sign: Libra

🐘 Month: October

🐘 Number: 3

🐘 Crystals: Amethyst, Smokey Quartz, Howlite, Moonstone

🐘 Elements: Earth, Water

🐘 Colors: Gray, Blue, Teal, White

🐘 Herbs/Plants: lavender, green tea, chamomile, rosemary, gardenia, meadowsweet, baby’s breath, lettuce, sweet melon

🐘 Time of Day: Early Evening

🐘 Casting: Aromatic, Sleep, Jar/Bottle

🐘 Magic/Spells: Friendship, bonding, sleep, dreams, grounding, cottage magic, incense, healing, improving one’s communication

Chai

🐘 Correspondences: Energy, youth, friendship, creativity, love, beauty, communication, joy, nostalgia, creation, innocence

🐘 Star Sign: Pisces

🐘 Month: March

🐘 Number: 6

🐘 Crystals: Rose Quartz, Opalite, Selenite, Amethyst, Polished Glass/Sea Glass

🐘 Elements: Earth, Water

🐘 Colors: Pink, Blue, Silver

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Sugarcane, tea, strawberry, peach, fig, cloves, mint, gooseberry, mint, clover, waterlily

🐘 Time of Day: Afternoon

🐘 Casting: Baking, Brewing

🐘 Magic/Spells: Kitchen magic, Cottage magic, love, self-love, tea magic, comfort, youth, bonding, promises

Cyd

🐘 Correspondences: Strength, power, maturity, competition, banishing, focus, concentration, raw emotions, creativity, expression

🐘 Star Sign: Gemini

🐘 Month: June

🐘 Number: 9

🐘 Crystals: Ruby, carnelian, red jasper, agate, obsidian, fire agate

🐘 Elements: Earth, Fire, Air

🐘 Colors: Red, Black, Gray, Violet, Indigo

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Cayenne, black pepper, cedar, violet, clover, wormwood

🐘 Time of Day: Mid-Morning

🐘 Casting: Burning, Wand, Musical

🐘 Magic/Spells: musical, creativity, inspiration, endurance, emotional strength, physical health and strength, banishing, warding against parasites

Dizzy

🐘 Correspondences: Calm, peace, recovery and healing, prosperity, sincerity, promises, happiness, longevity

🐘 Star Sign: Cancer

🐘 Month: July

🐘 Number: 1, 5

🐘 Crystals: Blue lace agate, kunzite, citrine, jade, sunstone

🐘 Elements: Earth, Air

🐘 Colors: Yellow, gold, silver, pale green

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Daisy, sunflower, apple blossom, morning glory, cypress, dandelion

🐘 Time of Day: Evening

🐘 Casting: Written

🐘 Magic/Spells: Writing, peace, emotional healing, joy, cleansing, spiritual healing

Ellie

🐘 Correspondences: happiness, communication, friendship, family, protection, fortune, forgiveness, purity, clarity

🐘 Star Sign: Taurus

🐘 Month: March

🐘 Number: 1, 10

🐘 Crystals: Tiger’s Eye, sodalite, smokey quartz, rhodonite, larimar

🐘 Elements: Earth

🐘 Colors: Light blue, pink, brown, beige

🐘 Herbs/Plants: apple, apricot, coffee beans, allspice, daisy, marigold, mint

🐘 Time of Day: Morning

🐘 Casting: Wand, Brewing

🐘 Magic/Spells: Coffee and Tea magic, Cottage magic, family, friends, communication, meditation, cleansing, purification, wishes, animal companionship, protection of the home

Eloise

🐘 Correspondences: Confidence, expression, glamour, joy, social, success, money, bravery, intuition, justice, beauty, creativity

🐘 Star Sign: Sagitarrius

🐘 Month: December

🐘 Number: 6, 8

🐘 Crystals: Jade, brown and yellow jasper, sunstone, brown beryl, carnelian, topaz and amber

🐘 Elements: Earth, Air

🐘 Colors: Yellow, red, pink, gold

🐘 Herbs/Plants: primrose, morning glory, cinnamon, cucumber, dandelion, flax, ginseng

🐘 Time of Day: Noon

🐘 Casting: Make-Up, Mirror, Spoken

🐘 Magic/Spells: Spoken, business, money, beauty, desire, glamour, emotional strength, confidence, warding, hexing, social growth

Margie

🐘 Correspondences: beauty, happiness, good luck, celebration, tradition, success, prosperity, youth

🐘 Star Sign: Aquarius

🐘 Month: January

🐘 Number: 4, 5

🐘 Crystals: Agate, rose quartz, fluorite, lapis lazuli, amazonite

🐘 Elements: Earth, Water

🐘 Colors: Magenta, gold, blue

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Pecan, hickory, saffron, lemon, peach, sage, banana, tulip

🐘 Time of Day: Mid-Morning

🐘 Casting: Hand/Gestures

🐘 Spells/Magic: Inner Beauty, promote youth, prosperity, success, money, employment, good luck, breaking bad habits, ending bad luck

Opal

🐘 Correspondences: Beauty, love, relationships, expression, knowledge, focus, emotional strength, banishing

🐘 Star Sign: Aquarius

🐘 Month: January

🐘 Number: 3, 11

🐘 Crystals: Opal, onyx, obsidian, ruby, garnet, natural stones and rocks (in general)

🐘 Elements: Earth

🐘 Colors: Brown, gray, black, red

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Elm, Avocado, catnip, leek, plum, thyme, tomato, skullcap, lily, twitch grass (common couch)

🐘 Time of Day: Night

🐘 Casting: Written, Spoken

🐘 Magic/Spells: Love, Outer Beauty, memorization, studying, focus, banishment, cursing, binding, anti-love magic

Paolo

🐘 Correspondences: prosperity, rest, dreams, humor, relaxation

🐘 Star Sign: Taurus

🐘 Month: May

🐘 Number: 1

🐘 Crystals: Amethyst, dream aura quartz, ametrine

🐘 Elements: Earth, Air

🐘 Colors: Magenta, Lavender

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Buchu, huckleberry, lavender, lemon balm, mugwort, onion

🐘 Time of Day: Late Evening

🐘 Casting: Sleep, Sachets

🐘 Magic/Spells: Dreams, rest, rejuvenation, laughter, comfort, sleep, deep meditation

Tia

🐘 Correspondences: Kindness, blessings, peace, calm, home protection, hearth, friendships new and old, healing

🐘 Star Sign: Scorpio

🐘 Month: November

🐘 Number: 1, 14

🐘 Crystals: Milky Quartz, sodalite, celestite, larimar, chryscocolla

🐘 Elements: Earth, Water

🐘 Colors: White, Blue

🐘 Herbs/Plants: lemon, sweetpea, aloe, cotton, grass, honeysuckle, hyssop, juniper, tea, yucca, mullein, lotus

🐘 Time of Day: Afternoon to Early Evening

🐘 Casting: Brewing

🐘 Magic/Spells: Tea Magic, Kitchen Magic, protection, hearth, compassion, calming, blessing, cleansing, curse removal, physical and emotional healing, friendship

Tucker

🐘 Correspondences: Ancestors, history, memory, dreams, nature, rejuvenation, compassion, animals

🐘 Star Sign: Virgo

🐘 Month: September

🐘 Number: 5, 7

🐘 Crystals: Larimar, selenite, amethyst, lepidolite, tangerine quartz (dyed)

🐘 Elements: Earth

🐘 Colors: Brown, yellow, olive, dark green

🐘 Herbs/Plants: Mugwort, wormwood, thistle, wheat, rice, cedar, elm, marigold

🐘 Time of Day: Dawn

🐘 Casting: Dream, Aromatic, Buried

🐘 Magic/Spells: Ancestral, necromancy, spirit calling, retrocognition, past life work, dreams, rest, emotional healing, spiritual journeys, grounding, animal magic, companionship/bonding

How To Use Animal Crossing Correspondences?

🐘 There are a ton of ways! But a few suggestions are listed below for those curious:

🐘 Inviting specific breeds/individual villagers to your island for their correspondences

🐘 Using names/images of characters in spellwork/altars - especially in secret altars such as colleges or poster collections

🐘 Using character representations for substitutions in spells

🐘 Digital altar using your game/save file

🐘 Using ingredients, crystals, herbs, etc in altars or spells to represent the character for spell work

🐘 Check out @stormwaterwitch‘s Animal Crossing Post for more suggestions!

**all information for this post I personally compiled and are based off of my personal research

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