#babysitting a dictator

[spirirsstuff]

i love it when my friends and i just make up a character and make scenarios and memes but have no clue what to name it so it’s just ‘the child’ or ‘fuel’ as a placeholder

#randomrambles #we decided to make a bunch of scenarios out of a caleo child we have no name for but im calling him fuel as a placeholder #he can speak baby and taught him to swear at the age of four #apollo loves him but is not allowed to see him anymore after the first time babysitting #hephaestus is a wonderful grandpa who makes many toys and builds elaborate things out of legos #hermes babysits because headcanon that he wants to be in a child’s life after losing luke #hera isn’t allowed to look at the child or she gets her ass beat #hades hates them at first then is eh and then that’s it that’s his new heir they would be a tiny dictator on hades’s day off #will and nico also babysit sometimes but like will is wonderful with the child and then nico does not like them #he’s not good with kids that was bianca’s thing not his so he just sits there and uses leo’s netflix

[firelise]

"We should just separate" YES Please DO Top

#only friends spoilers #only friends the series #theyre not gonna #but a girl can hope #im back to hating Top god just let Mew be messy in peace what are you his dad so annoying always fuckin babysitting #go sit down somewhere #only friends #ofts #mew can forgive you however he likes youre not allowed to dictate how he chooses to forgive you you weirdo thats not how apologizing works

[mieczyhale]

post: steve shaves his head

me: ..okay.. i guess i get it..

post: and then eddie shaves his head

me, anxious and nauseous: NO THE FUCK HE DOES NOT

#not in solidarity not ever #his hair is important #it's one of the ways he took and keeps control of his own appearance #it's one of the ways he says 'fuck you' to societal rules and expectations #it's important for headbanging #(you can headbang without the hair but it's not the same i promise) #and i love it and need people to stop trying to make eddie into a Regular Dude #i know that post in particular was supposed to be a 'he did it in solidarity with steve' thing but they also phrased it #as them both getting 'a fresh start' at life and shedding reputations or whatever and i hate it #steve wanting to be known for more than his hair is even kinda dumb. to shave it to 'take control from his parents' or whatever #s1 hair was his parents control. his hair after that is all him and he cares about it. likes caring about it. helps dustin with #his own hair. its not a negative thing for steve. #steve is a bisexual who babysits kids that call him mom his best friend is a lesbian and he fights monsters - there's a lot of ways you can #go about giving him freedom and power from/over his parents that doesnt include removing a feature he likes about himself #as for eddie - his whole thing is him not giving a fuck what people think. or at least trying to not give a fuck #its obviously a lot harder when people have decided you're a murderer (with zero proof and based 100% on their idea of you) but #even then - as dustin points out - he never stopped being eddie. no matter the threat against him he never changes anything about himself #to appease others or appeal to others. so why - after all of that - would he be up for a change??? and into something more normal-looking?? #nobody gets to dictate anything about him - hasnt since he got away from whoever made him shave his head as a kid - and #they both have fucked up reputations - some of it true and some of it not - but why would they give a fuck?? after EVERYTHING?? #steve has grown past stupid high school bullshit like 'popularity' so why would a stupid high school reputation that hasnt been accurate #for years matter to him?? everyone who matters knows him better than that #same goes for eddie #so like... idk man. i know im weirdly attached to certain things about certain characters and yeah it's 'just hair' but like.. #when your hair isnt yours to control and then it finally is?? that's a big deal. that's important #and i know i wouldnt give it up for shit. #and maybe shaving their heads could be their decision but i really truly dont fucking think it would be #even just hair cuts feel like No. nope. no thank u. put that hair back where u found it and keep it there #mystposts

[rhiaarrow]

With Bad joking about preparing to go live as a hermit if the eggs are gone for a long time it really got me thinking about how important the eggs and their eggy actors have been to him.

Not that they haven't been important to everyone, the eggs are such a huge part of the server but tonights ramble is about Bad.

To the shock of absolutely no one! I'm a Ghostie first and foremost, with a hyperfixation and a penchant for writing novel length rambles. This is just the usual atp :')

Before the Qsmp Bad was not a daily streamer, not even close, just check his vods channel. Hell, even when he joined the QSMP he didn't stream every day of the start of the server. He only streamed one or two days for a handful of hours...but then he got Dapper.

And with him being a single parent Bad had to log on every day to do Dapper's tasks.

(Yes, Q was also a single parent but he had ppl babysit Tilin, also she died within the first 2 weeks of her being around soooo yeah, different circumstance)

Then because Bad was on every single day he took up a position of babysitter for most of the eggs since their parents couldn't be on as frequently.

To begin with it was mostly just Tallulah, she could've been taken care of by Philza but her schedule didn't originally line up with Phil's so it was easier for her to wake up for Bad to do her tasks.

Then Ramon started joining them some nights so he could hang out with Dapper.

Then Bad became closer with the French and started to watch Pomme for them when they logged off for the night since Pomme was a night owl.

Then Vegetta stopped logging in as often and Leo kept barely missing Foolish so Bad started taking care of Leo's tasks when Foolish couldn't and she started spending time with him as well.

Then Richas started hanging out with Dapper and Pomme, so they formed the late night trio and hung out almost every night which eventually became Richas just hanging out with Bad whenever he felt like it.

Then Pepito arrived and since Roier wasn't on as often late last year Pepito would hang out with Bad and Foolish most days.

Then Em immediately decided that Bad was her favorite Uncle and would hang out with him when Bagi went to bed if she wanted to stay up.

When the eggs disappeared, rather than his usual 6-10 hour streams Bad was streaming 3-5 hours because his entire time on the server was usually spent hanging out with the eggs.

I've rambled before about how qBad and Tio Bad are two separate things because Tio Bad isn't rp, it's just ccBad atp but I feel like some people don't realize the extent to which ccBad spends time with the Eggy actors.

Every single stream, from 5-12 hours, he's only ever without an eggy companion for a couple of hours maximum.

I mean there's the probability of each egg just showing up to hang out with Bad at any point in the day,

Obviously you've got these 3;

Dapper, Pomme, Richas - highest probability

Then these 3;

Empanada, Pepito,Tallulah, - high probability

Then these 5;

Ramon, Chunsik, Sunny - low probability

Chayanne, Leo - lowest probability

There is no egg that has never shown up randomly to hang out with their Tio Bad (and yes I am counting the Ghostie streams in this, it was still ccBad so yknow)

ccBad spends so much time with them.

Not counting all the stuff he's done on stream with all the eggs, he has;

built the snowman with Talluladmin and Pommin,

played battleship with Pommin and Ricardão,

worked on create farms with Dappmin,

worked on the signs with Pommin and Ricardão,

built decorations with Empanadmin and Pommin

Just to name a couple of the stuff we know, not even mentioning the nights they just spend together after stream doing nothing important

The server feels especially empty as a Ghostie because ccBad himself is just so used to hanging out with not just the eggs but the eggy actors as well.

His days are usually dictated by what one of the eggs wants to do, not even necessarily his kid.

If an egg wants to go on an adventure to find a particular thing but knows it's rare or could take a while, they know that the easiest thing to do (if they don't want to drag their parents to do it) is probably ask Tio Bad to take them to look for it. Em's done it, Tallulah's done it, Sunny's done it, Pepito's done it, Leo's done it, literally every egg except Chay and Chun.

His ass is always online and always willing to do anything for the eggs, unless it's ridiculously dangerous, then he draws the line.

If that man does go live as a hermit due to everything reminding him of the fact that the eggy actors are temporarily on break I will not be shocked.

ccBad spends so much of his time with them, not just their little eggy characters.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #qsmp admins #qsmp meta #qsmp eggs #rhia rambles

[crheativity]

…YOUR CALL.

SUMMARY: The time has come for you to depart from Twisted Wonderland. Fortunately, it might not need to be forever.

WARNINGS: This is angsty, but with a happy ending!

COMMENTS: asdfjhgh writing via dictation is hard, I can’t think and talk at the same time apparently LOL, enjoy!

(Find part 1 here)

“What are you doing here?” Ace asked, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be in tutoring sessions with Riddle right now?”

Ace and Grim were standing outside of Crowley’s office. He had been wondering why headmage had suddenly wanted to see him and Grim, and now that Deuce had arrived, he was even more confused. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong — at least, nothing worth talking to the principal about. And now Deuce was here too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Well, I should be,” Deuce replied, “ but I suddenly got a summons from Crowley. Riddle agreed to postpone the lesson as this is probably a lot more important.”

“Yeah no kidding.” Ace crossed his arms. “Got any idea what we’re here for?”

“Not unless you’ve done something wrong.” Deuce grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Hey! That was uncalled for. I’ve gotten a lot better lately.” Ace huffed and rolled his eyes.

That was true, Deuce thought. We both have.

In the months you’ve been away, a lot has changed. Deuce had thrown himself into his studies and his track team meets, Ace had started (reluctantly) babysitting Grim and focusing on basketball a lot more and Grim was trying harder than ever to become the best mage he could be.

Yet they never forgot you.

Every day, at least one of them would make the long walk to Ramshackle. They would ensure that the place was neat and tidy and that there were still snacks in the cupboard. After all, you were supposed to be coming back soon, right?

…Right?

No matter how hard they tried to contact you, they never heard anything from you. They never saw you online. You never sent that promised message that you were okay.

None of them wanted to admit it, but they were worried.

“At any rate, we should head inside. It’s just about time.” Deuce said, glancing at his watch.

“Do you guys think this might have something to do with…?” Grim interrupted nervously.

Silence. Ace and Deuce glanced at each other.

“Best not to get our hopes up.” Ace said cheerfully, though neither Deuce nor Grim could miss the strain in his voice. He hastily knocked on the door.

“Come in!” The headmage’s voice called out.

Taking a deep breath, they opened the door.

“Ah, how wonderful it is to see the three of you again!” Crowley exclaimed with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards the three of them. “How have your studies been of late?”

“Er, fine, thanks.” Ace replied, awkwardly. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Excellent, excellent! No doubt due in some small part to my excellent guidance, no?” He clapped his hands together. “Ah, my kindness truly knows no bounds!”

“Um, headmage?” Deuce asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”

Crowley grinned.

“Ah yes, about that. You see, I am a generous man.” Crowley laced his fingers behind his back and started to pace in front of them. “I care for my students—“

Ace snorted, and Deuce stood on his foot. Crowley shot a glare at the two of them.

“Ahem. As I was saying, I care for my students, and try to make myself aware of their behaviours on campus so that I may reward those who do good deeds and punish those who failed to comply with the rules. Are you following?”

Ace, Deuce and Grim shared a glance.

“Not particularly.” Ace replied.

Crowley groaned. “I am simply trying to express my gratitude for your continuing, and unwavering maintenance of the Ramshackle dorm, and for your continued hope in the magicless Prefect’s return.”

Their hearts sank. Was that all he wanted?

“Of course, such impressive dedication must be rewarded, no?” Crowley nodded, staring at the door to his office behind them.

“We’re getting a reward?” Ace asked, confused,

“Why of course! If you will turn around and look.”

The three of them turned around—

And gasped.

“Hi!” You grinned at the three of them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t contact you guys sooner, apparently my Wi-Fi is different from your Wi-Fi so the phone didn’t wo—“

Before you could finish your sentence, two pairs of arms had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around them, you held your two best friends close.

“I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too, Prefect.” Deuce mumbled, giving you an extra squeeze.

“Please don’t leave ever again.” Ace muttered, and Deuce nodded vehemently.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it for at least—“

“Henchman!”

Extracting yourself from the hug, you looked around to see Grim standing in front of you. tears sprung up in your eyes at the sight of him.

“Grim!” You began to make your way towards him, planning to scoop him into a hug.

“Not so fast!” Grim exclaimed. He was clearly very happy to see you, but someone had to maintain appearances. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, leaving your master on his own for so long!”

“What do you mean on your own, huh?” Ace retorted. “I’ve had to babysit you this entire time!”

“Yes yes, you’ve been a very good substitute henchman I suppose.” Grim waved Ace’s comments away. “But that does not excuse the fact that my henchman abandoned me!”

Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Grim.” You did your best to appear contrite. “I’ll buy some tuna to make up for it?”

“Better be the best tuna Twisted Wonderland has to offer.” Grim crossed his paws, trying to appear angry, but the smile on his face, and the tears in his eyes, gave him away.

You scooped the cat into a tight squeeze. “Of course it will be.”

“Well then,” Grim spoke happily, returning the hug. “I suppose I can reinstate you as my henchman.”

“Job’s all yours” Ace grumbled.

“Ah, such a happy reunion! Aren’t I so generous, spending all that time finding a way for the Prefect to return, hm?”

You grinned. You’d almost missed the headmage’s benevolent speeches.

You sighed happily.

“I’m back.”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

#Rhea’s TWST fics~! #Ace Trappola #ace trappola x reader #Deuce Spade #deuce spade x reader #TWST x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #HAPPY ENDING WOO

[gremlingottoosilly]

ngl I am lowkey in love with your Krueger since he was mentioned in IYNTBM, he's such a dickhead but he's so oddly charming, I like to think of him as someone who doesn't know how to react to genuine affection, like you would kiss his cheek lovingly and he would react like a dog being sprayed with water while secretly he's wagging his proverbial tail. also the fact that Konigs wife has been nothing but polite and a lil inquisitive about her husband and he's out here like "terrible awful woman, basically a dictator, lucifer in the flesh >:("

He is this toxic type of guy friend who is all about "Bros before hoes" and "My bro's wife is a fucking bitch and no, I'm not jealous to share my bro with someone, she is just a demon". He hates the fact Konig became so sappy with you!! Bought you two a house, acting so paranoid, enough to make his best friend babysit you like you're some dumb puppy...and he even said he is too busy for their annual pub crawl!! These men has such a dude friendship, they literally see each other once, maybe a twice a year, and they are still considered besties. He would be so freaking annoying if he had a girl on his own! toxic situationships when he can't hold you and can't let you go either, it's super unhealthy because he is pathetic and codependent, he will call you a bitch and clingy slut, and then will cling to your knees as you're going away from him because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, you can't just throw everything you had together away! You're also not dating, absolutely not. He is the type to propose an open relationship and then get jealous because he is not getting anyone, and you have already found yourself a new harem in the form of his friends. I can imagine an AU when you're in a toxic dynamic with Krueger and then you meet Konig, multiplying the toxic codependency for pathetic men like twice. Krueger is so jealous because he knows he doesn't deserve you, you're the best thing that can ever happen to anyone, and one day, you will see this, finally running away from him like he deserves. Like you deserve. He is craving your attention and running away from it, because at least if you're the one doing the chasing, you won't leave him as soon.

#cod #konig x reader #krueger x reader #sebastian krueger

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // nineteen

| @sani-sims

next / previous / beginning

EDELWYN: Already? What a pity. KYRIE: Suppose I could introduce to some of the others at a later date? EDELWYN: Oh, really? Well, that would be grand! Why don’t you come over to my manor tomorrow night. I’ll prepare something! LUCIEN: Is there going to be another party? EDELWYN: Yes, yes, why don’t you come as well, Your Highness. This will be quite the spectacle. Of course, if it’s all alright, Your Grace? KYRIE: Certainly. Tomorrow evening, then? EDELWYN: Tomorrow EVE: Well, that was easy enough. He seems to do most the talking on his own. Not the most interesting specimen, but perhaps the perfect candidate for your plans. KYRIE: Mm. Let’s hope. EVE: Have you someone in mind already to go? KYRIE: I do. I’ll spare you anymore time with the Duke. As you said, he’s not the most interesting. EVE: That is a great mercy. KYRIE: Speaking of mercies… our night is coming to a close. Things are winding down already, I’m sure we could get away without too many noticing. EVE: And leave Åse? KYRIE: She seems perfectly happy to babysit. Come on, Eve, let me enjoy a night without my shadow. EVE: Oh, very well. EVE: You never told me why he’s really here. KYRIE: I thought it’d be obvious. If it was my choice at all, he wouldn’t be. But the High Priestess cares little about what I want. And maybe she’s right to override my wishes. After all, things aren’t safe. EVE: And he is going to ensure your safety? You’re better off with any of us. KYRIE: A point I’d previously made myself. But, well, I exhausted my goodwill with her. That’s my fault. EVE: That woman wouldn’t know the right thing to do if it smacked her in the face. And you shouldn’t take on any guilt because of it. I won’t believe she’s trying to protect you out of love. KYRIE: No, I know that… EVE: sighs I’m sorry, Kyrie. KYRIE: Don’t be. EVE: You said your sister is alive. Then, you still have family. KYRIE: Yes, maybe… EVE: Maybe? KYRIE: I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that, now. EVE: Alright, then, we won’t. EVE: It’s beautiful out here. KYRIE: Mm. The city has its bright spots. I’ve gotten to see a good few of them this passed month. EVE: You didn’t get out much before? KYRIE: No. Though, maybe that’s my fault, too. Maybe I’ve been too complacent with my cage. I guess nearly dying changes your perspective. Even if I did choose that path. No, especially because of it. EVE: You want something different? KYRIE: I’m starting to. EVE: I’m glad. You shouldn’t lay down and let them dictate your life for you. KYRIE: I never wanted that. I never wanted to be so… indifferent to everything. I suppose I just thought there wasn’t anything I could do. I didn’t see a way out. Maybe I still don’t. But I’ve been asking myself if I might ever find my way to something better, then, what would “something better” really look like? EVE: And have you come up with any answers, yet? KYRIE: A few. Perhaps, most importantly, I realized I don’t want to spend my life alone. EVE: No? KYRIE: I don’t know. Being around the ten of you… those of you who have, for whatever strange reason, chosen to engage with me willingly. It’s different. And it’s nice. I wish I’d had more of it, before. But I know I don’t want to lose it going forward. I suppose, if we all survive this, many of you will move on, return home… Admittedly, it does make me… sad. Maybe more frightening is the idea I might have to learn to do this all over again, but on my own. Without the Moon EVE: I can’t speak for the others, but it’s not strange at all that someone would enjoy your company. I imagine it will be very difficult to go back home after everything. But then… what’s the rush? If you wanted to spend more time with someone, whoever it might be, then maybe you need only ask? KYRIE: Would you stay, Eve? EVE: If you’d like me to. KYRIE: Hm. Then suppose I shouldn’t ask just yet. There’s still chips left to fall. Maybe in the end, you’ll find I’m not the person you thought I was after all. EVE: Kyrie? KYRIE: Not tonight. Maybe some other day I’ll have the courage to tarnish that good image you have of me.

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #oc: kyrie loren #cc: eve ravenclaw-silvermoon #oc: lucien aravae #text readers: I had to cut the text from the first 4 panels for wordcount reasons sorry!

[gemini-sensei]

Best friends Eli, Demetri, and Reader who would go trick or treating every year as little kids. They loved dressing up and showing off their costumes to each other, all their little planning paying off because they're impressed with each other's ideas. Reader giggled and bounced about as she ran around in her costume, unable to wait to go trick or treating for another second.

As they walked house to house, the whole time she held the boys hands. She skipped and jumped, pointing out other cool costumes. The people who were handing out candy complimented their costumes. One yeah, she'd smiled big and did a little twirl on someone's porch to show off her fairy costume . Demetri and Eli kind of giggled as they watched because they already voted that her costume was the best out of them. Demetri came dressed as a classic vampire while Eli was a zombie, in full makeup his mom did for him.

As the years passed, going trick or treating turned into going to school dances. They still dressed up, as the dance dictated one should. Their costumes became more elaborate and thoughtful. They spent weeks in advance thinking them over and putting them together. They got together at someone's house and then we're driven to the school, where they stuck to the walls and stayed to themselves. They were more than okay with that, enjoying each other's company over everyone else's.

Afterwards, they'd go to one of their houses to watch scary or Halloween themed movies. It always turned out to be a good night. They'd do the same thing when actual Halloween night came about, watching movies and eating junk food all night. On the odd year, one of their parents coworkers would ask them to babysit and take their little ones trick or treating, which gave them the opportunity to go out for candy. It was a lot more fun than regular babysitting but it only happened twice. So it was mostly junk food and Scream movies for them.

But as they got into later high school, things changed.

Sophomore year, their routine was the same. Costumes, Halloween dance, movies at home. They hung out by the punch bowl with their new friend Miguel, who tried to get them to branch out and dance with people. There was nonsense in it in their opinion. They never came to dance, only hang out with each other. The night didn't end so well after an incident in boys locker room.

Then junior year, suddenly and sadly, none of them were hanging out together. Halloween night, instead of getting on her costume to hangout with Demetri and Eli, she was putting it on to hand out candy. Ever since they started karate, things hadn't been the same and it depressed her, but she tried not to think about it. Thiugh that was hard when nothing felt right anymore.

Apparently there was a cool people party happening that she wasn't invited to, but Eli - or Hawk as he liked to go by now - was going with his dojo. She wondered if he'd dress up, but she decided not to check instagram to find out. It hurt too much.

And as far as Demetri went, he was too far up Sam LaRusso's ass to pay much attention to Reader anymore. Reader figured he was in love with her or saw her as some kind of karate goddess, or both if Sam were that lucky. He hardly texted Reader ever since she decided to stay out of all the karate drama, suddenly having nothing to say to her if it didn't involve Sam's karate or getting Eli out of Cobra Kai.

She felt utterly alone. She missed Demetri and Eli like crazy. It hurt so much, like there was a hole in her chest where they were supposed to be. But instead of crying, she put on her makeup for the night and pulled on a smile.

The doorbell rang and she hurried to answer it. The first group of trick or treaters stood at her feet and she smiled, grabbing the bowl of candy she had for them. There was a witch, a Ghostface, and a black cat.

"Trick or treat!" They cheered, holding up their buckets.

"Wow! You all look wonderfully wicked," she said, making them giggle. A little girl in a pink princess dress coughed from the back of the group and Reader smiled. "Oh, my highness, my apologies. You look beautiful!"

The girl smiled and Reader passed out the candy, wishing them a Happy Halloween.

It distracted her mind for a few hours, but once she was out of candy, she turned off the porch light and retreated to the living room. She put on a movie, but it didn't feel right without someone to fight over the popcorn bowl with or cuddle up to. It isn't as if she had other friends, but they wouldn't be able to fill the hole anyway. After all, she'd never love them like she does Demtri and Eli.

#shy!eli #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos imagine #demetri alexopoulos #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #fem reader #gemini sensei

[ash-says]

Saviour Complex Fever:

Let's address the saviour Complex today and no I am not talking here only in the romantic sense but also in platonic, familial,etc ways.

Ohh my traumatized girlies you better get your attention piqued up here cause this can be a call out or triggering post.

Speaking in my corporate babe language I am going to adopt both top to bottom and bottom to top approach to make sure you understand the problem. So without circumventing much I am going in for the goal.

1) Top to bottom Approach:

Starting with the OG," I can fix them" attitude.

Calm down babe, you can't. How about first fixing your sleep schedule for the starters?

We usually see this attitude being discussed a lot in the romantic hemisphere but I profoundly believe it plays a pivotal role in other bonds we have with people and tend to bleed into our romantic life so on and so forth.

Example: Take a child who is five years old and the parents are irresponsible. The child learns early on not only to look after itself but also acts as a therapist to his parents if one of them has zero sense of emotional boundaries and tends to trauma dump on the child. The child will look for ways in which he/she can make things easier and happier for the parent. In a way try to fix the parent and take on the role of being an adult.

How does it affect the bonds you create as an adult?

You become the mom friend.

The mama duck of the group who is always making sure everyone is taken care of properly.

You go above and beyond your comfort to help your friends out.

Take responsibility for your immediate surroundings.

Always trying to be the best and act like a saviour.

Last but not the least, people violate your boundaries time and time again but you forgive them and treat them like a child despite them being functioning adults.

So your homework is to assess your friendships, familial relationships, romantic relationships and check whether you are babysitting a adult?

If yes, are you getting paid for it enough?

No, drop the role.

2) Bottom to Top Approach:

Even the saviour dreams of being saved at times.

One of the potent reasons we tend to pick on the saviour role is because deep down we want to be saved. Salvation is what we desire.

Someone to lean on. A rock solid support. To lower our guards and be present without a worry.

Then we are faced with the harsh realities and realise it's not as simple as we think it is.

Therefore, whenever we see someone in need our instinct activates and we automatically start babysitting. We fill the void by embodying the persona that we deeply crave in our life.

It's the Chiron in us. We take on the role of the wounded healer.

That's where you need to remind yourself you don't need an external person or support to protect you. Many times we are sold this idea that we are fixed by someone else.

It's your job to fix your own house. Not your neighbours.

Your body, your mental health is where your spirit lives. Others can aid you but at the end of the day you won't be trusting your house to a total stranger. It's you who takes control and dictates the course of it.

So kill this idea that someone out there is going to walk into your life and then everything will be rainbows and roses.

Fine, if you believe life is a Disney movie you can go ahead and kiss a couple of frogs to find your prince charming. Your life, your rules.

But don't be surprised if you catch a disease or two while kissing the frogs .

After all, I always say:

There are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour, darling.

And if you do want to be a mother badly there are plenty of orphaned kids out there you can spend some time with them rather than those ungrateful, therapy inducing, namesake adults.

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girlblogging #glow up #it girl #self care #that girl #dark feminine energy #self love #becoming that girl #divine feminine #level up #level up journey #self development #self help #self reflection #self improvement #healing #healing journey #coqeutte #pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #mental health #wellness #advice #trauma #that girl aesthetic #it girl aesthetic #ash-says #becoming her #hypergamy

[memestockpile]

the holdovers (2023) feel free to change as needed.

these are for you.

they're your mother's panties. tell her thanks for the good times!

you stole my fucking cigarettes.

i resent that baseless accusation.

cut the shit.

i don't indulge in pornography. i get enough of the real thing.

this shit's premium weed, all right?

i can't believe you got out of it.

we don't talk about those things.

there's a nice little bonus in it for you.

that boy is too dumb to pour piss out of a boot.

at least pretend to be a human being.

are you fucking kidding me?

tone it down. jesus can hear you.

you know how lonely i've been.

fresh air will do you good.

adversity builds character.

this is the most bullshit ever.

don't be such a pussy.

civil disobedience, man.

your mind's a cesspool and a shallow one at that.

rich and dumb. popular combination around here.

you homesick?

that's why you grind everybody. deep down, you know you're an asshole.

life is like a henhouse ladder: shitty and short.

you don't know the newlywed game? what planet have you been living on?

everybody should be with their people on christmas.

sharp kid. insightful.

that's what you get for ratting me out!

i had a nightmare.

friends are overrated.

this is not exactly a face forged for romance.

i like being alone. i've always found myself drawn to the aesthetic.

if you could go anywhere on earth, where would you go?

you can't even dream a whole dream, can you?

it is absolutely my business. i'm looking after you.

i don't know what you're playing at, but you are courting disaster!

without exercise, the body devours itself.

you said you washed your hands of me.

i meant it metaphorically.

you're gonna get me fired.

the good news is nothing's broken, but you did dislocate your shoulder pretty badly.

this all remains entre nous.

do not try to leverage me.

they've got miller high life. the champagne of beers.

listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.

thanks for fucking up my mojo.

hey, sport, my eyes are up here.

you smell. like fish.

you're out of your mind.

okay, maybe it's fine for you to sit around here and read books all day, but i'm losing my goddamn mind.

watch your mouth, young man.

if you're too chickenshit to go to this party, then just say that.

every child is an artist. the problem is remaining an artist when we grow up.

who put you in charge of the music?

i'm not gonna do this if you're not gonna take it seriously.

the world doesn't make sense anymore.

you're a very sweet person.

do you think i want to be babysitting you?

what the fuck is wrong with you?

it's like the bible, the quran, and the bhagavad gita all rolled up into one.

i'll go pack.

you've never had sex, have you?

the details would curl your toes.

there's nothing new in human experience. each generation thinks it invented debauchery or suffering or rebellion.

history is not simply the study of the past, it is an explanation of the present.

what i say during a private conversation is none of your goddamn business.

just trying to keep you on your toes.

get up, kid. it's daylight.

is that rye toast? how'd you know i like rye toast?

you're a pretty good teacher, kid.

you conniving little shit.

...hello, sweetheart!

i don't have any friends. real friends.

i lie. i steal. i piss people off.

no one is his own father.

your history does not dictate your destiny.

i find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. i think you and i have this in common.

you're just a kid. you're just beginning. and you're smart. you've got time to turn things around.

let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert.

christ on a crutch.

where do you stand on indoor fireworks?

that's too much paprika.

you did this to yourself, [name], not me.

you are and always have been penis cancer in human form.

i missed you at breakfast.

so, did you decide where you're going to?

i'm not like you. i like having a job.

we could grab a burger and a beer.

keep your head up, all right?

#rp meme #ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay #inbox rp meme #meme #askbox #ask #roleplay meme #askbox meme #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #sentence meme #askbox rp #rp inbox meme #tumblr roleplay #historical roleplay #tumblr rp #rp

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I’ve spent the past few days eating up all the Yves content I could find on your blog he’s just so perfect oh my god??? I don’t know how to put it but he sounds like the type who’d always have the best posture and the way he walks would feel feathery.

I did not see this question from the gazillion asks I read but if something similar has been asked before you can ignore this.

How would Yves be with an artist reader who mostly has time for him but completely becomes detached for hours or sometimes days while working on a drawing? Sorry if it’s too specific you can go with different scenarios too.

Also sorry if I randomly drop a fanart of him one of these days

oh man i would be honoured to receive a fanart of yves and hell yea i love yves thanks for reading thru the madness, yea hed like walk so fluidly n shit its like unreal

but anyways getting to da meat:

He would be happy if you have a lot of time to spare for him. Yves would never take a single second for granted and he will cherish every moment with you.

Through his observation and your own assurance, he is secure in the relationship. So he wouldn't mind you disappearing into your room for days on end to complete an art piece. He will let himself in to provide you your meals or do parallel work; he will bring his laptop over and do his own thing while you do yours.

There is an invisible timer that dictates when you should go to the bathroom, eat, rest, or sleep. If you're cooperative when he greets you with a kiss and reminds you to come to bed, eat dinner or to relieve yourself after an entire day of not visiting the toilet once, he will continue to use that method. He doesn't mind having to babysit you for ages, Yves actually likes it.

He would take pictures of your progress. When you start to think that your work looks horrendous, Yves will show you the photos of your earlier stages. Praising you for how far you've come, telling you that he personally thinks it's beautiful. But he is in no way a pure 'yes man', it depends on your goals. If you want to create photorealistic paintings or drawings, he will provide the best constructive criticism on how to improve your proportions. You can simply describe what you want to create, Yves could be your muse if you want him to. He is willing to stay in a singular, muscle-straining pose for hours if you ask him to. Or, he could gather reference materials for you. Yves does have a strong background in photography too. No concept is too absurd for him to capture or even sketch.

However, if you react negatively to his reminders, such as harshly shoving him away or screaming at him to leave you alone, Yves will be resorting to reality bending. Depending on how much you hurt him, he will either make you cry 'on your own' by manipulating you into thinking that your work is terrible no matter what you do. You can't accuse him of saying derogatory remarks, because he wasn't even in the room. You shooed him out earlier.

He messes with the lighting to make your artwork 'ugly' in your eyes. Yves toggles with the humidifier or dehumidifier to make it harder to work with your art medium. The temperature in Yves's studio either seems to be sweltering or freezing. But the thermostat says otherwise. Either way, you can't create in these atrocious conditions. So you give up and retire for the day.

Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but if you pay closer attention, you will start to feel upset over your artwork every three hours. Specifically, 12pm, 3pm, 6pm, and inevitably give up by 10pm. You would only have the urge to continue after enjoying breakfast with him past 7am. Strange, don't you think?

During your breaks, you would automatically seek Yves out for lunch, tea time, and dinner. He will not visit if you express your extreme displeasure with his presence while you work, Yves gives you the 'freedom' to choose to meet him in his office. He is always there if you need him.

Regardless, in the end, you will never fail to appreciate your own work no matter how tough the journey was. Yves ensures that you know your creation is valuable. He is supportive of your passion and is willing to finance any and all of your essential (and nonessential) materials. You could even ask him for advice, unlocking a previous chapter of his life where he used to paint under a pseudonym, for the wealthy, the enthusiastic, and the eccentric. Best to keep your mind open and not undermine him in anything, or else you might miss out on fascinating Yves lore. He wouldn't bring these up on his own if you never asked. It's always a good thing to learn from someone much older than you are.

Your jaw would be on the floor if you knew that his old canvases were now retailing for billions of dollars at auctions. But he deems it unnecessary for you to learn of that, all you need to know is Yves can draw human hands wonderfully and accurately in any pose, in under five minutes with no reference.

#yandere male #yandere concept #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[askganon]

Sir, you do not know me, nor I you really, but despite the fact that we clearly have major philosophical differences, I still find you highly respectable. I haven't spoken to you as of yet due to this, as I have doubted that I could find a topic that would lead somewhere of benefit that others have not already asked at length about. All this is quite a long winded way to state that, now that I've actually thought of a topic to broach, I am genuinely curious as to your thoughts and do not speak on a whim and hope you may give my ramble some thought as well.

On the topic of alcohol (and any other drug/intoxicant that you may partake in for that matter), I am curious, what exactly do you find pleasurable about any of it and why do you believe you find it pleasurable? I have always found the feeling of drunkenness to be mildly annoying at best and highly distressing at worst. The same traits that others describe as positive have always been hellish to me. For the physical sensations others have described have always sounded identical to my experiences of things such as "being in extreme pain" and "recovering from surgery", which even being slightly tipsy tends to resemble for me. As for the social aspects, many say they find it easier to socialize and that it makes one more open to things, but if you are intending to meet others, wouldn't it be better to know their personality for how it is outside of intoxication? And if one is simply looking to have a good experience, wouldn't it be better to seek one that can be more easily remembered? And being around drunken folk while sober has never been pleasant either, as I find it to be closer to babysitting than anything. To each their own as they say, but I simply find this baffling, so I'd like to hear your thoughts. Perhaps this is simply something that is not meant to be fully known or understood, but to leave questions unanswered is against my nature. After all, a sickly child who grows into a sickly adult is often left only with the company of books, and that has long since given me a hunger to know everything I can. One of my flaws I suppose

And as this is much longer than I intended, I shall try to leave that thought here, I think. For it is late and I am stressed, as tonight is the anniversary of my birthday so tomorrow I will be expected to take part in celebrations that, as my culture dictates, will most certainly involve drinking. I expect the social pressures to be nearly as miserable as the act itself would be. For listening to my late night rambling, which I hope does not bore you, sarqso

Your patience alone to seek out a topic as of yet discussed already elevates you above the common rabble in my eyes, disagreements or no. For this, I will indeed take my own time in answering your original thoughts and inquiries to the extent of my ability.

First, allow me to dissuade any possible worries you may hold regarding my character when it comes to alcohol. I do not ingest it for the sole purpose of wild intoxication.

Many who imbibe do so for this reason, but I am not among them. When I drink, and understand that it is not a daily occurrence, I do so to feel an ease from my burdens.

There are seven stages of intoxication, ranging from sobriety to death. When I drink, I take care to keep myself within the first two stages; sobriety and euphoria. I need no further intoxication than them, and will keep myself within those controllable levels.

In extreme cases, and very rare moments, I have found myself delving into the third stage; excitement. However, I do not enter this stage lightly, and it is almost always with a host of Sisters that I have allowed myself such indulgence.

I am also aware that alcohol effects everyone differently. What has been a pleasant experience for me might be incredibly uncomfortable for you. There is no shame in this, as I have been in the company of many Gerudo who have preferred sobriety to intoxication. Likewise, I have known some Gerudo... and Hylian Kings, who preferred a lifetime of intoxication to a moment of sobriety.

It can be a tool of momentary release if it is controlled, or an unbreakable chain of misery and dependency if it is not. As with everything, it is fine in moderation.

When it comes to alcohol: learn your limits, and respect them.

#Ganondorf #Legend of Zelda

[undercoverpena]

interesting

I decided, thanks to some kind souls in my DMs to indulge. I know he’s not why many of you are here, but if you’re a fan of wcrp, you’ll know how much I loved writing zemo.

helmut zemo x f!reader summary: zemo wants you alone. you want him. an: alludes to smut, this man owns me rn, or has done for a while. WC: 1.1k part two

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Helmut Zemo has done bad things.

He knows this. Accepts it.

He would argue he isn’t a bad person. Even if his actions, his choices dictate him as one.

Which is why he shouldn’t have kissed you.

But now he has, he can’t stop thinking about it.

The two of you could have sold the lie to Selby with words alone. He’s heard you talk, heard how you can wrap those around your finger in many languages. He also knows the kiss had been an easy out—one which stirred something that didn’t need stirring.

And now the two of you are alone.

Again.

Which is why he pours himself a drink, something strong, something with an amber shade. He considers downing it before refilling, but decides instead to pour you one.

Because he’s hospitable.

He stares at the back of your head, hating how hard you’re pretending to be indifferent. Despising that you’re pretending you’re not unravelling too—because he knows you are.

For a long time, knowing, and understanding people, was his business.

Which is why he’s moving across the room until he’s beside you, offering out the crystal-cut glass to you.

“Drink?”

If your surprised, you don’t show it. Likely instead chanting that ‘You should hate him.’ And maybe, you should. Even as the dark orange liquid sloshes when your hand takes it.

“Thought it would make being around me more… interesting?”

He hears you scoff as he sits on the opposite corner, hearing it followed by the noticeable sound of ice meeting the glass when you take a sip. Because the room is silent, holding its own breath as though waiting for the two of you to snap.

Not that he’ll be the one to do so first.

And, from what he can tell of you, you’re going to hold out as long as you can before you do. He can tell, from the way you avoid his eyes, even as he sits in your peripheral at the other corner of the sofa, enough of a distance, but not enough to likely stop your cheeks from burning, ears and chest wanting to follow suit.

“I don’t need interesting.”

He studies you.

Because he knows you do.

He’s not sure he’s met another soul who needs interesting, who is more bored than him.

But, he’s bored because he made a choice—took revenge. A choice he never regrets, but wonders if he could have done it differently, smarter. Had his cake and eaten it too.

He knows why he’s bored, but he can’t quite place why you are. His dark eyes scanning over you, wondering if the answer is just beneath a layer or two.

Like the fact that you keep pretending that, in another world, in another life, you likely wouldn’t have this faux-hate when it comes to him. One he can sense.

The same as he did on the plane, when the others slept.

When you looked at him, without trying to look at him.

When you smirked when he spoke Sokovian, when he made a comment about your book and your eyes shimmered as if finally meeting someone who challenged you.

It would be a lie to say he didn’t think the same. It had been a long time since he’d met someone with plump lips and curves who could make his brain work harder, and not just smarter.

“You don’t feel it’s necessary to… what did James say, babysit me?”

It would be easy to ignore him. Easier.

But, from the way your shoulders tense, he can tell you’re not one for preservation, not one to back down from a fight.

It’s the very reason he suspects that you’re here, wrapped up in international issues and gallivanting without worries of breaking the laws in cities he suspects you’d love to explore.

“I don’t.”

“Because you don’t believe I can do harm?”

You smile, but he’s not sure they’re at his words—or his digging. “You blew up a building, meaning you are, by definition, harmful.”

He tilts his head, not vanishing the smile which begins to grace his lips. Because he sees it. Before you speak it.

“But, no. I don’t believe you’ll do harm here. To us…”

“To you?” He adds.

Motioning the glass to swirl, before taking a sip, a delicate—almost hidden—smirk behind it. One that is taking more effort than he likes to keep hidden.

Especially when he realises that your pressing your thighs together, that your eyes keep darting from his to his lips. The same as his do, when you’re not paying as much attention.

A devious, and clever game of cat and mouse.

He has to wonder if it’s his features or his chivalry which has caught you by surprise. Remembering your surprise when he asked if he could wrap his arm around you during the showdown in the seedy bar.

As though you hadn’t considered he’d be kind.

“Would you? Harm me, I mean?” You ask, smirking as you take another sip.

He watches you, noticing how you don’t shudder this time, noticing how you’re growing used to the taste. Something which both makes him smirk and spread his thighs.

Leaning back, he swallows, sweeping his eyes over you. Letting the silence sit, just for a moment.

“Not intentionally.”

You nod, short, brief. Before you drain your glass, placing it down on the table, meeting his eyes with the same determination he’s usually sporting whenever he finds himself around you.

“I think you’ve been locked up for so long, you wouldn’t know how to harm a woman. Not in the way you’re insinuating,” you add.

He hears the way you are slowing down your words by just a touch, elongating some, but not all.

“I would never question whether you could kill one, maim one. I’ve seen the evidence of that. But I’m not sure you remember how to please one.”

He swallows before he’s aware, he can feel heat spreading across his stomach. A growing need running through his veins.

“You should be careful.”

“Doesn’t seem interesting,” you retort.

And the corner of his lips twitch, an almost smile. “No. I suppose it doesn’t.”

Your eyes narrow, in either confusion or surprise, he isn’t sure.

“But, Liebling. If you want to know whether I would be able to fuck you, like you so need, all you have to do is ask.”

Your smirk falls, lips parting. He watches as you shift in your seat, thighs pressing together more than before.

He drains his own glass, placing it down on the table, the sound vibrating across the room.

“I think now is when you should use your words, Liebling.”

#helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo x you #Helmut Zemo smut #Helmut Zemo x reader smut #baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x you #baron zemo x y/n #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader #zemo x you #daniel Brühl x Reader

[insane4fandoms]

I am starving for any pining Mack content. He is such a simp but he doesn’t want to admit it to himself. Go wild with the writing; I just want ANYTHING at this point lmao

Oh honey you have no idea how many story ideas I have that involves Mack for which I cannot write for the life of me 😭

Here are the list I can narrow down, but a nice list indeed;

- Found family crew where they drag Mack, kicking and screaming, into their bonding time. Mack is too stubborn to allow his touch starved ass to ever get close to his crew.

- Mack finding out Captain is a lust demon (or just a regular demon, your pick) and just melts whenever they use their tail on him and is a second away from passing out.

- Dictator! Captain with head engineer Mack, making him fall to his knees because they said “Remember who’s still in charge,”

- Straight up smut with him being a bottom

- My Corrupted! Mack Au where he becomes part of real life, and Viewer just ogles him like eye candy.

- Dictator Mack showing a mean and dark front for the colony, but behind closed doors, is a malewife and adores Captain like a deity.

- Mack is a professional cook and secretly makes pastries for Captain. Captain finds like and makes him all flustered.

- Short Captain having the strength of 1,000 men, lifting up Mack like it was nothing, and Mack’s brain short circuiting.

- Tall Captain who loves to loom over Mack, getting close and kissing the top of his head, reminding Mack why he signed up for this job.

- Alien Captain and Mack, with them showing him the wonders of space and beauty of the galaxy.

- Cute space date with Mack with Chica third wheeling.

- College au with Nerd! Mack. I totally headcanon him to be a nerd, glasses and everything.

- Polyamorous Crew with trying to get into Mack’s pants.

- Sick Mack getting taken care of, and silently cried when he realized his is loved and cared for.

- Gunther being the dog to his cat, and threatens to everyone that only he is allowed to mess with Mack.

- Mark getting into shit with Space police and Mack helping him escape, only because he’s the co head engineer of course!

- Nose kisses for Mack, where his nose turns red like his ears.

- Mack singing like an absolute god, where the whole crew hears it and falls in love right then and there.

- Mack getting overstimulated by stress and noises, where the Captain comforts him.

- Angsty Lovers to Enemies with Dictator Mack.

- Captain getting jealous for Mack and gets possessive over him.

- Birthday surprise for Mack.

- Jacksepticeye! Mack and Head Engineer! Mack being chaotic twins.

- All of the Mack variants being little shits on board the ship with the crew practically babysitting them.

- Mack getting embarrassed because his baby photos were found and shared by the leaders.

- Mack secretly being affectionate towards Chica after claiming he hates her (no one can truly hate Chica).

- Mack getting stuck on a circuit wall then porn happens-

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm mack

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Verse: Cloud is the Remnant’s carrier

Tags: omegaverse, past-mpreg, some mention of force-pregnancy

I’m far enough into the Rebirth to start writing this thing again.

Promise this isn’t just going to become a series of different characters learning about the Remnant triplets existence, just halfway through writing this I had a moment of “wait does Red XIII even know about any of the kids?” so had to include that.

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“What’s wrong?”

Spike looks actively pained to be asking the question so Barret really must be looking pathetic in his feeling sorry for himself now they’re all settled into the hotel for the night. Their merc may be a ‘mega but he was no damn good at warm and fuzzy stuff like most would expect of his designation.

“It’s nothing,” Barret says. Not wanting to drag the mood down on their first night on the road after escaping Midgar and Shinra.

“Just thinking ‘bout Marlene is all,” Barret says, just as Cloud sits on the other bed probably satisfied that he’d at least asked. They say stress shared is stress halved. And if anyone would understand what Barret was going through it’d be their resident former-SOLDIER. “It’d be about her bedtime now. And I ain’t there to read her her story.”

It was damned unfair that he had to leave his baby girl behind so he could go save the planet from what Shinra had done. Marlene deserves her daddy being there to say goodnight and instead he’s out hunting down Sephiroth.

“Elmyra will make sure she gets one,” Cloud says, laying back down on his bed for the night.

“Yeah, but will she do all the voices right? And will she make sure to explain exactly how the hero rallies the people against the evil dictator?” Marlene was particular about these things after all. It’d even taken Tifa a bit to get it right back when she first started babysitting when Barret had to go out on Avalanche business.

Spike just shrugs.

“You have a child?” Red asks before Barret has a chance to have a go at the merc for his lack of carrying about something so important.

“Huh? Yeah. We both do.” Had they not mentioned that before?

Barret digs out the photo of his baby girl he takes with him everywhere for whenever he needs to be reminded of why he’s doing this again to show their newest party member his princess.

“That’s Marlene. She’s my baby girl. The brightest kid you ever could meet.” Barret doesn’t try and keep the pride from his voice. Why should he? Marlene deserves his love for her shouted from the rooftops. “And Cloud’s are- uh-“

“Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo,” Cloud rattles off before Barret accidently messes up their weird ass names. “They’re- uh-“

Spike’s brow furrows in pained confusion and maybe Barret shouldn’t have brought the kids up. It’s easy for him to talk about his baby girl without including the shit Shinra put them through but the mega’ merc can’t. No real way to explain his babies without talking ‘bout their monster sire.

“They’re triplets,” Barret offers because he’s not an asshole that gonna’ force the ‘mega to say anything he don’t wanna’. What matters is that they’re Spike’s. “And you telling me you’re not thinking about how you’re not there to tuck them in and sing them to sleep?”

“I- don’t,” Cloud says, looking a bit better than he had moments ago. His expression is still confused but it doesn’t take much for that Barret’s figured out.

“You don’t sing to them?” Barret doesn’t imagine the merc has the most beautiful singing voice around but that’s not what it’s about. He used to sing to Marlene despite barely being able to hold a tune. Still does when she asks, although when it comes to singing its Tifa and Jesse she begs for it from and Barret can’t even be mad about it – they’ve got the best voices in Avalanche. “You read them bedtime stories then!?”

“No,” Cloud says with a shake of his head.

“Seriously!?” He knew the poor bugger was in over his head with three babies on his hands but he didn’t realize it was that bad.

“I – they’re babies,” Cloud says, sitting up on the bed with the befuddled confused expression that makes people underestimate him even with him still wearing his SOLDIER uniform. “They wouldn’t understand them anyway.”

“It’s not about them understanding! It’s about them hearing your voice!” It’s not doing shit like that that gets you people like Sephiroth. Which, shit, they probably gotta’ be extra careful with those three to counteract whatever psychotic genes they got from that bastard.

He can’t even be that mad at Spike about it either. The poor bastard had been dealt a shit hand with the three of them and seemed to be struggling enough just keeping them and himself alive. Tifa had warned Barret the ‘mega suffered from nightmares when it was decided they and Red would room together and the three babies are young enough they likely don’t sleep through he night either. Hard to think about lullaby’s and bedtime stories when you’re barely getting any rest yourself.

Marlene would be making sure Elymira gave them all bedtime stories for the time being. But the kids weren’t staying with Aerith’s mum forever.

“Right. When we get back from saving the planet we’re gonna’ make sure they keep getting stories every night as well.” Marlene’ll no doubt be used to living with the three as well by the time they get back – no point trying to separate them again.

“You don’t have to,” Spike says because he’s allergic to asking for help.

“It’s nothing. And I can’t leave it up to you to try and tell a story – you’d miss half the facts.” Might take him a while to train the merc up to being any good at it but Barret’s one of the best bed-time story tellers around so if anyone can do it it’ll be him.

“I-“ Spike goes to protest.

“I know some tales as well,” Red chimes in, looking actually excited at the idea. “It will be good to pass them down to the next generation.”

“Hell yeah!” Barret says more to keep the energy going and prevent Spike from trying and squashing the idea. “I’m sure the girls have some too. We’ll have to build a roster. Though I’m always going to be my baby girl’s favorite.”

“We’ll see about that,” Red says, sounding mighty confident considering he had been a lab experiment until a couple hours back. Barret’s not giving up his title as the best storyteller without a fight, he’ll be sure to win Cloud’s three over as well.

It’s better than Cloud shouldering the burden of what Shinra did to him alone.

#Final Fantasy VII #Cloud is the remnants carrier #mpreg #Final Fantasy mpreg #omegaverse #Final Fantasy omegaverse #Cloud Strife #barret wallace #Red XIII #I accidently a ficlet

[aimportantdragoncollector]

The trio holders adopt a child (for the 5 headcanon ask game)

Since you didn't specify the child, I'm going to borrow Hanaka, Yoichi's daughter from my fic A Road Not Traveled.

1. During the trio's days as a vigilante, they rescued a baby girl from the streets. The orphanage kicked her out because of her red eyes. Yoichi named her Hanaka after an early vigilante he admired.

2. You would think looking at him that Second would be the strict parent. You would be completely wrong. Second is the most doting sucker of a parent in existence. Absolutely everything Hanaka does is precious in his eyes. If he had his way, she would be spoiled rotten. Yoichi is also very permissive because he's trying a bit too hard not to be his controlling older brother. Third has to step up to establish discipline.

3. It takes a few years before AFO finds out that he has a niece, then he demands to meet her. (Literally, there was a mass murder threat at all.) AFO usually has a very limited definition of family and didn't think this random brat would be good enough for him. But as soon as he lays eyes on Hanaka, he's smitten. Adopting her was the best decision ever. If AFO had seen her first then he would have snatched her up faster. (Seriously, better not let him babysit without supervision.)

4. Hanaka is a huge fan of villains, just like her uncle. The Joker is her favorite cartoon character. She likes to build Lego empires and proclaim herself supreme dictator. She's a ruthless manipulative little terror who's very protective of her friends and family and a little too good at getting away with mischief. Second can't imagine her doing any wrong. Even Third has a blindspot. To his horror, Yoichi ends up needing his brother's advice on how to handle her.

5. Hanaka's quirk is a form of Erasure that she can use wide-scale. She pretends to be quirkless for quite some time to use it subtly. It's a true act of love that AFO never stole such a wonderful quirk. (Cough he tried but couldn't wrench it from her stubborn fingers.)

6. On the good news, AFO actually tones down his villainy because he really doesn't want to be cut out of his niece's life. As she grows older, he comes to realize that she sees family a lot like him. And to her, Second and Third are family. AFO can't kill them because he knows that would cross his niece's bottom line, and in his own strange way he respects her ownership of her family. It would be rude to vault Yoichi too, when Hanaka has just as close a claim. In this fashion, the world is saved from disaster. At least until Hanaka is old enough to make her own bid for world domination.

(All of ask game AUs are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

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