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lovebugism · 2 months

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Hi um, could you please maybe write something with Stevie and his agoraphobic girlfriend, who is worried she clings to him/depends on him too much for her own comfort and panics and tries to distance herself from him? (Also I adore your writing, you write for Steve so well, it hits me in the heart constantly)

thank u angel! i lovelovelove this request! — you worry steve thinks you're a burden, but really he just loves you (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of social anxiety, 1k)

Steve can tell when you’re out of the shower. The air starts to smell vaguely of fresh flowers and warm vanilla as wisps of steam travel down the hall. He sorts groceries in the kitchen and smiles to himself when he hears your bare feet pad closer, giddy with the thought of surprising you.

You freeze in the doorway at the sight of him, looking more scared than shocked. Wet hair drips onto the neck of your oversized sweatshirt — definitely his. “What are you…?” you trail off, wide eyes darting around the kitchen, now filled with brown paper bags and new groceries.

Steve grins, pink and lopsided, as he slides fresh milk into the door of the fridge. “Hey, babe,” he greets in a honeyed voice.

“Hi…” you waver, brows still pinched with a distant concern.

“Good shower?” he asks, just before a chuckle spills from his mouth. “You were in there for, like, thirty minutes.”

You force a laugh of your own. “Yeah, it was… It was… fine— What are you doing?”

Steve meets your screwed-up features with a brighter beam. He holds a loaf of bread in one hand and chips in the other. “I went grocery shopping,” he answers.

“Okay,” you nod, then shrink inside yourself again. “…Why?”

He shrugs and sets the items on the counter, rambling as he digs into another crumpling paper bag. “‘Cause I knew you’ve been meaning to do it and everything, so… I thought I’d make it a little easier on you.”

Your heart threatens to swell at the simple act of kindness. Your brain doesn’t let it, though. The mean thing can’t comprehend that he’s doing this because he loves you. Instead, it tells you he’s doing this because he thinks you can’t.

“Thank you,” you murmur sheepishly, wringing your clammy hands into a knot. “But, you know, I could’ve done it…”

Steve scoffs. “Of course, you could’ve! I just wanted to do something nice for you.” He puts boxes of something into the upper cabinets you usually have trouble reaching. With his back to you, he rambles. “And don’t worry about paying me back, alright? Consider this me making up for takeout the other night. I really did forget my wallet at home, babe, I swear.”

The memory makes him laugh now that he’s over being horrified about it. He thought about it for days, though — the way he patted at his jeans in search of something that wasn’t there, and how the excuse sounded like a lie as it fell from his lips.

You didn’t think twice about it after it happened. You were more than happy to pay for your dinner that night, especially considering Steve never lets you pay for anything.

As his quiet chuckling fades, he realizes you hadn’t laughed about it at all. Not even the pity laugh you give when you don’t think something’s all that funny, but you don’t want to be rude.

With a worried look pinching his features, Steve looks at you over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes go wide. “Hm?”

“What’s that look for, huh?”

“What look?”

“That one,” he says with a quiet chuckle, pointing to the concerned frown scrunching your brows and swimming in your eyes. “You look upset about something.”

“No!” you blurt before you mean to. The last thing you want him to think is that you’re unhappy with him. So quieter and less convincingly, you waver, “No. I’m not… I’m not upset.”

Steve crosses his toned arms over his chest, looking less than swayed. “Did I… Did I do something? Should I not have bought the groceries— ‘Cause they were having a bunch of sales, you know— it wasn’t that expensive, I promise—”

“It’s not that,” you assure him firmly, before going suddenly shy all over again. “I just… I really could’ve done it, Steve.”

He nods, furrow-browed. “I know.”

You swallow hard. “I just don’t want you to think that you have to do all this stuff for me just because it’s… ‘cause it’s harder for me.”

Steve’s structured face goes lax with realization. He nods slowly to himself, chest wrenching because he understands it all now — why you look so pouty about the whole thing. Because you think you’re a burden.

His sneakers pad softly against the tile floor until they’re planted just ahead of your bare feet. Steve smiles down at you and smooths his palms over your sides. “I don’t feel like I have to do anything,” he promises with a faint laugh, squeezing gently at your hips. “I like doing these things for you… ‘Cause I like you and everything, I guess.”

You scrunch your nose to keep from smiling too big. “Well, that’s gross…” you mumble.

“Disgusting, huh?” Steve concurs with a lopsided grin before smacking a kiss to your mouth.

Your lips tingle for more of him when he pulls away. Your yearning hands twist at the hem of his shirt before he can step away from you completely. “At least let me help put them away,” you plead with sparkling eyes.

Steve’s face twists. “What do I look like to you?” he scoffs. “I’m not some kinda schmuck that makes his girl put up groceries! Go finish getting ready. Or lay down or something— I’m good in here.”

“I can help!” you protest, doing everything but stomping your foot.

“I know you can. Excuse me for wanting to pamper you.”

You make a faint grumbly noise of disdain but don’t press the issue any further.

“You can make it up to me later?” Steve offers with a plush pink grin. His softly calloused palms smooth over your shoulders, wide thumbs rubbing along your collarbones. “Movie date? At the Hawk? Next weekend?”

Your chest pinches with a momentary panic, but you know he’s doing everything right.

The Hawk isn’t crazy crowded these days, and cinemas don’t usually call for a ton of human interaction. He’s giving you an entire week to prepare yourself for it, too. Steve’s learned all your little idiosyncrasies — for better or for worse.

“Try?” Steve presses at your silence.

You exhale a sharp breath through your nose to dispel the fleeting worry in your chest. You nod. “I’ll try.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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To move away from all the angst I’d like to request a VERY fluffy request please!

I don’t know if Y/N has given birth to their third child yet but if they haven’t what about like having really weird cravings late at night and waking Alastor up so he can make us what we crave

As we should

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None, I think???

Description: ☝️⬆️

Your pregnancy cravings never failed to surprise Alastor with your first pregnancy but the second time around knocked him off his feet

The first pregnancy had you asking for some pretty strange but not totally disgusting combinations

Alastor was pretty sure he saw you trying to take a bite out of one of his tentacles once

Even then, he didn't think it was all that crazy that your body craved that

But this time? Alastor is worried that his unborn spawn is trying to kill you via poisoning

He just doesn't understand what he got himself into this time around because your cravings are HORRIFIC

You asked for things that made him want to gag but he never let it show, not wanting to upset you

Sure, he'll joke about it, but he doesn't want you thinking that you're disgusting because you have a craving that you can't help

Your hormones were an entirely different beast to tangle with, one pregnancy problem at a time

Alastor hadn't really had a need for sleep before but that's changed ever since his family started growing

Now he's waking up nearly every night out of a dead sleep to you, shaking his shoulder and asking him for some monstrosity to eat

You're whispering something to him but he's too tired to understand what you're saying

"Alastor... Darling... Wake up, I'm really hungry..."

Your persistent shaking of his shoulder begins to rouse him and he turns his head towards you, eyes still shut

"Hn... Hm..?"

He can hear the whine in your voice, some dreamy part of his brain thinking that you sound cute like this

"I really want to eat fried squid and strawberry ice cream...please..?"

The overwhelming disgust he feels at your request makes him wide awake, sitting up to give you a baffled look

"Why would you-HOW-Where would I even get that at this hour!?"

You blink and stare at him like it's obvious, then you put on a faux pout and rub his arm slowly, scooting closer to him

"Get it? No, I want you to make it for me...please..? You always make the best food..."

Stroking his ego always works for you, the poor man knowing his been got as he signs and gets out of bed, you waddling after him happily

He dutifully makes everything for you from scratch, your happy cooing behind him making it feel a little less ridiculous for him to be up and cooking at this hour

Alastor genuinely can't watch you eat it, having to look away to keep his gagging under control, even if you look like you're in heaven right now

When you ask for pickled peppers to dip into the rest of it is when he has to leave the room, what you're doing to food is monstrous

And he's a cannibal

Once he gets a grip on his stomach, he comes back to find you no longer alone in the kitchen, now feeding his darling twins some of your food

They make disgusted faces at the combination and instead try to take your ice cream, something that makes you laugh

"I suppose it is pretty gross, huh? Your poor papa can't even begin to wrap his head around these cravings~"

You smile and feed each of the twins a bite of ice cream before noticing Alastor, blushing at the fact that you got caught

"I walk away for five minutes and you're poisoning my children?"

You gasp and hug the twins close to your body, making a shocked face as you pretend to be flabbergasted

"Poison? MY babies just wanted a little treat before they went back to bed..!"

The way his twins turn to stare at him with wide innocent eyes as they cling to you makes his heart melt at the sight

"Is that so? Well, they've had their treat, and now it is time for little fawns to go back to bed~"

At first they put up a fight, whining and climbing you until you threaten to give them another bite of your midnight snack, pushing a bite in their faces

Suddenly, running into papa's arms and going back to sleep doesn't seem as bad to them now

Together, you two manage to get your children back to bed before laying down in your own bed, cuddling close to each other

Alastor is rubbing your baby bump and nuzzling the back of your neck, soothing you back to sleep

You're practically purring from all the attention, stomach full, muscles relaxed, and your husband wrapped around you

"Mn...thank you for the food, darling..."

He can't help but chuckle as you put your hand over his own, your cravings finally subsiding and allowing you to sleep

"I'm not sure that concoction qualified as food, but you're welcome, nonetheless, my dear~"

You elbow him playfully as he kisses your neck, less than amused by his jabs at your pregnancy cravings, you couldn't help it

"Maybe you should sleep on the couch."

"So sorry, darling~"

He doesn't even try to sound a little sorry, instead pulling you closer as you two fall asleep together, blissful

The next night, when you ask for something even worse than before, Alastor gets up and is ready to do it all over again

He thinks your cravings are horrific and probably doing damage to his sanity but he'll do anything for his wife

Especially when it's somewhat his fault you even want to eat these things

Even if it means making food combinations so terrible that if he died, he would go to double hell for it

This one took so long I'm so SORRY

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer · 8 months

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Good Omens: Lockdown and Crowley not mentioning his living situation in S2*

*till S2E6 when he asks if he can have his apartment back bc he's bored of living in his car but Aziraphale doesn’t hear bc mentally he’s in Alpha Centauri.

Having read the 'Crowley doesn't tell him' Neil Gaiman ask close to when I first listened to Lockdown (I lived under a rock until recently), my initial thought was HAS HE BEEN LIVING IN HIS CAR FOR YEARS?! but I think he was still in his apartment in 2020:

as far as Hell knows, Crowley just had a pool party in holy water (the holiest) so the higher-ups are probably willing to give him some space (plus Beelzebub is busy going on pub dates w Gabriel)

while there should be ~8 months between the end of Season 1 events (The Very First Day of the Rest of Their Lives on Sunday, Aug 25, 2019) and the Lockdown phonecall (on or near the 30 year anniversary on May 1, 2020), I can't imagine that's a very long time for Hell, especially if you're understaffed and busy dealing with fallout from Almostgeddon / going on pub dates

Shax dropping off mail and asking about the boiler seems like something one does in the first few months of living somewhere, not ~3 years in (if S2 is in 2023)

That said, I think the phone call underlines why Crowley never directly tells Aziraphale that he is living in the Bentley in S2, and it's just a great conversation (all hail Gaiman) sooo I wrote about it:

***Note: This post analyzes the Lockdown phonecall from Crowley's perspective only. Our heroine is feeling quite emotionally vulnerable at this point in time so things are going to hit him harder than they normally would.

I do not think Aziraphale meant to cause him pain (!!) but Crowley can't see that yet and I've written this post in a way that reflects that missing insight. (I explain in more detail in this reblog if you are interested) I am working on a companion post for Aziraphale's side of this conversation and how I think it affects his behavior in S2 because if we know anything about these two, it's that their exactlys are different exactlys.***

Crowley’s habit of sleeping to skip time like an RPG character by a campfire amuses me to no end, but in this context it feels heavy. Crowley already worries about losing time with what he loves and he probably hoped things would be different between him and Aziraphale after the events of S1. But things don’t change much. Then lockdowns start, and Crowley is trapped in his apartment alone, transcendentally bored, and unable to make his brain shut up. Sleeping a month away starts to sound less awful.

But Crowley hasn’t given up yet; he’s still awake when Aziraphale calls, and he’s even giving it two more days. Was he waiting for Aziraphale to call? Is it even possible not to at least kind of wait for someone’s call when you are cut off from everything and the caller has been your only friend and crush for millennia?

Aziraphale asks why Crowley isn't "out and about" tempting people or setting a bad example and he responds:

C: Everyone's so miserable and cooped up right now anyway, and I just… well… don't have the heart for it. A: *glowing audibly* I'm not miserable~ C: Really?

Crowley sounds genuinely surprised at Aziraphale's happiness and quickly assumes it's because the angel has been around people. He's so lonely/depressed/in his own head that he hadn't even considered someone enjoying being 'cooped up'. *sob*

Aziraphale goes No actually I put the closed sign up in the window and I'm having the Time of My Life, never had so few customers, not in 200 years!, etc. Although, he says:

A: …There were a few young lads a couple of nights ago who broke in through the back and tried to steal the cashbox! But they soon saw the error of their ways~ C: *clearly amused* Did you smite them with your wroth? A: Well I certainly gave them a good talking to, and I sent each of them home with cake~ C: *annoyed, swooning* Cake? A: Quite a lot of cake, actually. C: *physically ill from having such a giant crush on this dumbass baker/security guard* eeeekkkgghhh I'm gonna regret asking but.. ...rrgh.. *30 seconds of Aziraphale joyfully describing his baking while Crowley probably tries very hard not to imagine the angel eating each item in sensual slow motion* I stg you can hear him struggling in the background once or twice

A: …And once I've baked them, I have to eat them all myself, which was why I was so delighted— C: To send your burglars home laden with baked goods, yes, nnyeaayeah I follow…

Crowley interrupts, finishing Aziraphale's sentence in his nervous hurry to say the next bit:

C: *loud inhale* You know, I could.. hunker down at your place. … Slither over and watch you eat cake. I could bring a bottle--a case of… something… drinkable…?

He's trying to sound so casual about it but this is someone who was rejected/abandoned by actual literal God after asking what he thought were welcome, uncontroversial questions. Asking makes him vulnerable. He's supposed to be the rescuer, not a demon in distress. He does not feel casual about asking.

Crowley knows it's unlikely but he's so miserable and desperate for company that he can't help but ask, just in case. Even the smallest chance of spending time trapped indoors with Aziraphale—with nothing to do but drink, watch him eat, and talk about things they'd normally avoid—is too tempting.

A: *panicking* Oh I— I— I— I— I'm afraid that would be Breaking All The Rules! *nervous breathing* Out of the question! I'll see you… when this is over. C: Right. gnnehh. I'm setting the alarm clock for July. Good night, angel. *dial tone*

And just like that, Crowley doesn't need two days to decide. The depression nap doubles in length. He doesn't hear how badly Aziraphale wants to say yes behind the fear, or maybe he does and it hurts worse because why isn't Crowley enough for him? You can almost hear the spiralling:

SHOCKING, asking made it worse. It always does doesn’t it? Why even bother? you just embarrass yourself.. SLITHER over? why did I say that *grumble grumble* of COURSE His Holy Holiness, your only friend in the universe, would rather eat cake by himself while everything goes to shit than ~deign~ to have you in his presence. "AsK aND yE sHaLl ReCeIvE" bugger this for a lark im going to bed

(a bit dramatic but we've all been there)

I imagine sleep doesn't come right away. Maybe his thoughts drift to when he sat beside the angel at a dark Tadfield bus stop after a rather eventful Saturday. Crowley must've felt a tiny bit hopeful when he invited Aziraphale to stay with him: Heaven had withdrawn its favor and the bookshop was gone; Aziraphale was like him now. Didn't that mean things would change?

"I don't think my side would like that." Apparently not.

In the end, Aziraphale did ride the bus back to Crowley's apartment and stayed till the next morning when he caught a cab, but only to sell the illusion. Crowley understood that as far as sides went, the angel was still on Heaven's, even if Heaven wasn't on his.

And now this: the entire world is shut down; there is nothing for Aziraphale to do but stay in and read and bake in his magically reconstituted bookshop and he still won't invite Crowley in. Burglars and un-fallen angels only—nobody who asks questions.

So... of course Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale when he loses his apartment. He already knows what answer he would get; the angel has told him so many times. Aziraphale is a company man first, a companion to one very sad owl when convenient.

If Crowley works up the courage to say 'please take me in, I have nowhere else to go' and Aziraphale goes 'sorry, no, far too political, but I WILL risk being erased from the Book of Life to protect this nude amnesiac former coworker who always hated me,' it's going to be too much. You can't sleep long enough for that type of hurt to go away. Better not to say anything.

"Then nothing has to change, does it?"

#edited to add the note about crowley's perspective right after the cut! apologies if it seemed anti-aziraphale before!#good omens meta #good omens lockdown #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorcees #i can't even imagine navigating the pandemic brain scramblies while pining THAT HARD #Aziraphale is a company man (gn) but i think S3 will cure him of that #long but if i can't write essays about this on tumblr then where #good omens spoilers

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heartlilith · 6 months

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Moon Signs and Song Lyrics

Leo Moon: White Tee - Lil Peep

"I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true

Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers

B**** I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy

I make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci"

Leo moons are bright beams of light and they're hard to not notice. I swear any Leo placement lights up a room without even meaning to. Leo moons have this aura of confidence, even if they're insecure you would never know. Especially after a break up or being done dirty by someone, they can pull this confidence out of a hat like a magician and make you regret losing them. They are the epitome of "post break up revenge", they make being beautiful look easy. When their friends or loved ones are heartbroken or just having an off day, Leo moons are the ones that build them back up again. Their light is contagious and people that have lost them will definitely feel the hole they leave behind.

Virgo Moon: Antartica - $uicideboy$

"Get the f*** away from me, I hate all of you faithfully,

this world was never made for me

Thankfully, I'm trained to see

Past all the lies, the ranks, the scenes"

Virgo moons are too good for this world. They are so selfless and will put themselves last if it means helping someone else out. Doing favors for people and being a shoulder to lean on distracts them from their own problems and makes them feel good about themselves; the fact that they can turn someones' day around is everything to them. Unfortunately, this can lead them to being taken advantage of. There is only so much a Virgo Moon can handle before they lose their cool. They see past people's bullshit and manipulation and will not be there for you after they sense that their being walked all over. Like Leo moon, you'll feel the absence of their presence and only then will you realize what you lost.

Libra Moon: 95 - Pouya

"You must be tired baby, 'cause you've been runnin' through my mind

I can't keep quiet baby, 'cause I've been burnin' deep inside,

I'm runnin' out of time, maybe you can fill my void

If not, keep tryin' baby, and never leave me alone"

Libra moons love love, it's no secret. They feel at their best when they have a partner they can experience everything with. Being ruled by Venus, they don't mind the corny type of love, they want compliments and they want to know that they're number 1. Unfortunately, the negative side is that they struggle with being single; they feel less secure without a partner. They want someone to come home to, to fill their "void" of something missing. It's so important for Libra moons to experience things with someone they love even as simple as giving their partner a bite of food, they want to share their happy moments.

Scorpio Moon: 5 Grand 8 to 1 -$uicideboy$

"I get caught up in my thoughts and I can't think right,

Caught up in the nightmare so I don't sleep right,

I just want them to to treat me like they used to,

I just want something real that I'm used to"

Scorpio moon natives can experience a lot of emotional ups and downs because they feel everything very intensely. A lot of transformative shifts can take place within them and around them, which effects their mental health greatly. I chose this song and these lyrics because Scorpio moon natives want something constant in a life full of chaos. They need an anchor - someone they love and trust. With a ride or die type of love, Scorpio moon natives can make it through anything.

Sagittarius Moon: Psycho Pass - Xavier Wulf

"I burn incense 'cause my brain like the smell

She get a whiff and thought it was a spell,

I ain't say come, but she at the hotel"

Sagittarius moons might not see it, but everyone else does. You're so cool, so nonchalant, cool without trying to be cool. You're the friend that everyone wants around because you're chill, funny, and a good time. In terms of love, you attract people with this attitude. You don't worry too much, you don't take things too seriously and I feel like this makes people want you more. Like fans following around a celebrity. People want to be where you are, they want to know what you're doing and do it with you. It's giving starstruck.

Capricorn Moon: Five Six - Pouya

"Yeah, I don't need nobody help but I feel like I'm dyin',

Beggin' for someone to pick me up and keep me thrivin'

If I said I love myself, I know I would be lyin'"

Capricorn Moon babies put on a tough exterior but what they really need is a shoulder to lean on. It's true that they're independent and self sufficient but to a fault. They don't like to ask for help or seem "weak" in anyway. They have a problem with being vulnerable with their emotions but they're the first person their loved ones call when they need to someone to talk to. Capricorn moons are the most hardworking people you will ever meet and it's not uncommon for them to throw themselves into work to avoid what's going on below the surface. Although this is an unhealthy coping mechanism, it often guarantees financial success. It's too bad money can't buy self-love.

Aquarius Moon: After Midnight - Blink 182

"We'll stagger home after midnight, sleep arm in arm in the stairwell,

we'll fall apart on the weekend, these nights go on and on and on"

Aquarius moons love a good time. They like feeling a rush of adrenaline and feeling like they're really living. You know when you're really interested in something you're doing and all of a sudden 3 hours pass by like 5 minutes? This feeling describes Aquarius moons perfectly. They want to be fully immersed into something they love and to be in the moment. They get a bad rep for being "cold" and "emotionless" but this isn't true, they just want a best friend as a lover first and foremost. They want to be with someone that shares their passions so that both of them can have that "partner in crime" type of love. They want someone that will let loose and be spontaneous with them.

Pisces Moon: Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty - $uicideboy$

"I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple

The gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal

'Cause any moment might be our last

Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed"

Pisces moon natives have an intuitive grasp of philosophical and spiritual concepts. This placement soaks up energies in their environment like a sponge. Pisces moon thrives when they feel in touch with something greater than themselves. This placement shares a thin veil with the spiritual realm and can often experience psychic dreams and downloads. They are the true romantics of the zodiac and often see things with rose-colored glasses. This gives them the ability to see the beauty in the world around them and they can convince others to see it too.

#moon signs #Leo moon #virgo moon #libra moon #scorpio moon #sagittarius #sagittarius moon #capricorn moon #Aquarius moon #pisces moon #$uicideboy$#pouya #Xavier wulf #astrology #astro observations #astrology community #astro #astro community

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danfrik · 6 months

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CAN I GET A WA-HOO??

I'm bacK, yes, you can all see that.

I finally finished this silly little drawing of mine and god I love it, and yes I'm going to make more drawings of them 'cause I have no self-control, also

HELLO, LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY

⚠️Spoilers ahead for both series⚠️

So... about those takes that I have about this two (and a few others that I plan on drawing, don't worry, we'll get there), well, you can see that Phoenix is Crowley while Miles is Aziraphale...

It makes sense, I swear-

At first I was thinking of them but reverse (Phoenix as Aziraphale and Miles as Crowley) because, ngl they could fit either role anyway.

But character-wise? I think this is the best, mostly because of interactions the four of them had on their respective series.

To give an example, this dialogue in Ace Attorney:

It feels strangely similar to Aziraphale's "hereditary enemies" dialogue in the first season.

I might need to write some things down or else I will forget, fuck- (I'm writing this without any plan, help)

But hear me out, I'm not crazy-

Just take a look at Aziraphale's and Miles' fashion sense, that old-timey style they both have (and it's even more obvious with Miles' debut suit), that stubborn personality and undying faith about their side (Prosecutor's Office and heaven), etc.

While Phoenix's and Crowley's personality are more care-free, going their own way, their own side, bluffing away their problems and always chasing or following their "best friend" anywhere.

Phoenix getting a law degree just so he can reach Miles and save him, Crowley always being there for Aziraphale when needed and saving him...

Do you see where I'm getting at?

Also, you remember that scene with the bookshop being on fire and Crowley thinking that Aziraphale was dead?

..."Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death."

Yeah... the only difference is that Aziraphale didn't dissapear for a whole year and much less left a cryptid ass note behind and it wasn't really his fault-

But the feeling is quite similar, isn't it?

Now, after all the sad or complex feelings aside, let's see more happy things that I noticed:

Crowley's fondness of children / Phoenix's habit of adopting kids anywhere he goes.

Aziraphale liking yellow because it reminds him of Crowley's eyes / Miles finding a particular shade of blue relaxing once in a while.

Crowley's tendency of following Aziraphale like a dog following its owner / Phoenix's constant chasing after Miles (and also having a dog-like personality.)

Aziraphale not admitting that Crowley is his friend (or that he likes his company) / Miles also not admitting Phoenix is his friend (or that he likes his company.)

Yeah... the pattern is getting more obvious the more you look at it...

But I guess this is enough for one post, if you read it all the way, thank you for indulging my delusional brain!

Any comments, requests or... anything, really, will be much appreciated :DD

(If there are some errors, mispellings or anything of the sort, feel free to correct me because even though I've been learning english since I was like five years old, still isn't my first language so yeah👍)

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #narumitsu #wrightworth #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #alternate universe #im just a little delulu guy #i swear it makes sense #i'm not crazy #you are

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princescribbler · 8 months

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5 Common Misconceptions of ABDLs!

To be clear, these are common misconceptions ABDLs have, not common misconceptions ABOUT us ABDLs!

1. "My kink is so rare!"

Really? Because candidly, abdl, ageplay, and diaper fetishism intersect in a fascinating way. There are diaper fetishists who despise any form of ageplay or regression, there are ageplayers who get off on the Ageplay, or the diapers, or the humiliation, teasing, or any other aspect of the kink. And candidly, you can tell ABDL really isn't that uncommon when the communities that show up are this large and varied. Heck, there's entire communities on reddit with tens of thousands of abdls, and that's just one site (and not the most kink friendly space to begin with.) Add in the fact that many people are very embarrassed or worried about this kink and you've got an even better explanation for why it can FEEL very rare or isolating... but it often comes down to just being hard to find, at first!

2. "Nobody vanilla will accept me! They must all think I'm a freak" (or similar negative expectation setting)

Except.. they do, all the time, every day. I've personally avoided most vanilla relationships, but I know MARRIED abdl couples who started with one partner totally vanilla, and some of the biggest and most successful content creators in this space are well known for having partners not into ABDL.

Simply put, if you assume it'll go wrong and you'll be judged, your body language, words, and tone can be much more nervous and defensive and make your partner feel ill at ease. Try to not go in with negative assumptions!

3. "I have to find a caregiver to feel little!"

Uh... no you don't. Your kink might involve a partner, your desires might include one or more people around to care for you or dominate you or join you in diapered submission... but none of that means you can't enjoy still, and have a GREAT time. You can try to foster your own regressive or littlespace mindset, happily. And you don't need ANYONE else to enable that. If you're expecting that just having sometime else around will fix things, you're sadly incorrect! You need, at some level, to be comfortable enough to not just rely on EXTERNAL enforcement of your abdl side!

4. "I should get rid of [x] because I feel embarrassed/bad/upset!" (Or any similar variant of the binge/ purge mentality)

Binge and purge cycles happen, and can be very emotionally destructive. Try to instead put the object in storage instead of throwing it out, because often your emotional negative response will only get worse when you later regret it or judge your own reaction.

Try to give yourself the space to struggle, but don't just throw things away or destroy them if they're kink items... instead, realize you might feel differently later and give yourself the grace to be allowed to change your mind without any further fear or judgment!

5. "Everybody can tell if I'm padded/ little/ going out discretely!"

No they can't. I could stop there but truly let's consider this: you realize that incontinence is common... shockingly common. You've passed people in adult diapers, pull ups, discrete pads, you've likely even been in a room with another heavily diapered adult and NEVER realized. Because unless you're being obvious, have leaks, or make a point to wear very form fitting clothing, nobody will notice or likely even look! You're much less exposed than your brain makes you think!!

My point is this: be nice to yourself, and work hard to challenge those negative self talk moments that come up for so many abdls. Your interests and desires aren't as rare as you think, more people are ok with it than you realize, nobody can usually tell even if you are padded (and would be more likely to assume it medical than kinky even if they noticed), and struggling with this is normal too!

BE NICER TO YOURSELF: THAT'S THIS PAPI'S ORDERS! You don't deserve to feel bad about something that helps you feel good!

And as always; stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

- Scribbler

#ab/dl babyboy #ab/dl lifestyle #ab/dl kink #mdlb relationship #cg/l relationship #giggle-byte #24/7 diapers #giggle byte #mdlb dynamic #md/lb

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jester089 · 6 months

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The more the merrier

I was gonna sleep but my brain wouldn't let me until I wrote about that concept I brought up in past writing. The one where it glitches and their is more then one of a character. I'm gonna say that they kind of have a hivemind too. Cause I want to. If you want where this was originally brought up look for "A well deserved a#$ kicking (Part 2)" as that's where I first though of it. As this is entirely delf indulgent it's only gonna have my favs in my fav situations. But if yall like it enough ie I get a request I can do more characters. Or just go into more detail.

TADC crew x Reader

Gangle (Receiving)

She can be a lot to handle on her own as she has a lot of very overwhelming emotions. Now their's two of her. Good luck! That means double the problems and double the masks to fix. But it's worth. At first for good reason walking in on two Gangle's was surprising. First place your mind went to is it's a adventure or something from Caine. So you took the two Gangle's to see him only for him to be surprised when seeing them. He explained how this wasn't his doing then tried in vain to get rid of one. Welp now you have two emotional girlfriends. Lucky mf. Before when their was just one Gangle she had the tendency to wrap around you during cuddles or just when she wanted to be close to you, but now their's two of them so when that happens you get half mummified until they decide they've had enough. 10/10, your so incredibly lucky you get that. I would fight/kill so many people to get what you have.

Gangle (Giving)

Gangle was relaxing in her room enjoying having a day without a ton of weirdness in it when she heard some incredibly rapid knocking and doorbell ringing. She gets up and opens the door only to come face to face with two of you! The cinnamon roll could barely handle one of you teasing her and being affectionate with her. And now their's two. She might just pass away right then and there. Well at least she doesn't have to worry about Jax anymore. You would rock his s^#$ when their was just one of you, now their's two. If he knows what's good for him he'll stop messing with you and Gangle. And when you stand on either side of her like body guards she can and will get incredibly flustered. Before when you would help out Gangle and the others with things you would be good but clearly overwhelmed. But now you get things done incredibly quickly. Gangle's mask repair time was shortened from a day or so to less then an hour. 10/10. She's overwhelmed and overstimulated, but happy.

Ragatha (Receiving)

Ragatha was an amazing S/O at the worst of times able to handle so much on her own. Now double that. Way I see this going is she has one of her with you at all times making sure you're ok while the other helps out the others. Only time you have to be alone now is if something big goes wrong and more then one Ragatha is needed to fix it properly. Ragatha's hugs before were tight, tight enough for you to need a second to recover after each one just from the sheer force and love put into each one. Now you have to deal with that doubled, whether that mean double the amount or a Ragatha on either side of you squeezing your life essence out. 10/10, while she's around you don't have to deal with anything and you get two overwhelmingly loving partners.

Ragatha (Giving)

Ragatha got back to her room after a long and tiring day. She walks in to see you laying on her bed in a jokingly seductive way. She smiles and rolls her eyes then moves towards you. Once in bed with you she feels someone gently hug her from behind and freaks the f&#$ out. She full on socked second you in the face hard enough to leave a dent and knock you out of bed. You quickly get up to help yourself and make sure you ok while Ragatha stares at you two in disbelief. She ask what's going on and you explain how you woke up with a clone and how you went to see Caine only for him to not know what to do. You apologize for scaring her you just couldn't resist. You two sit down on the bed on either side of her causing her to blush and not know who to look at while you two talk in sync. Once she is more accustomed to all this and realizes that it's you, just times two. She will really really enjoy double cuddles from you two. And will definitely enjoy the feeling of being picked up and held on you two's shoulders. 10/10, flustered but happy.

Jax (Receiving)

Get ready for a whole lot of teasing. He teased you a lot before, now their's two. Good luck! He, of course first used it as a prank. He would be relaxing in your room with you then ask you to grab something from his room. When you get there he's laying on the bed in a teasingly seductive way and greets you. You, confused go back to your room only to find him in the exact same pose on your bed too. So either he knows a really fast and secretive shortcut or he learned how to teleport. You stand in your rooms door staring at him stunned when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Jax. You have to like quintuple take and look between the two so many times before freezing. Overall it would be the more of the same. But do be warned if you show one of him more attention/affection the other can and will get jealous. 8.5/10, way to overwhelming and hard to deal with.

Jax (giving)

You just like Jax, youused it as a prank. Yours was a little more mean though cause he deserved it from all his teasing. Jax was walking around looking for you cause he had something to show you. He caught a glimpse of you walking towards the rooms and follows behind. He sees you go into your room and is about to follow before he sees you walk out of his room. You wave at him then keep walking while he's stunned. He turns around and is about to follow you to show the thing before you walk out of your room. Ok he's confused. He walks up to you and asks about it. But you play dumb to it. You keep that shtick up for a few days only stopping when he started to genuinely believe he was looking his mind. Their being two of you will make it much harder for Jax to do anything mean or teasing as if he does you can easily return it ten fold. 9/10. Having two of you is the only real way to handle one Jax.

Pomni (Receiving)

Oh gosh. She had the tendency to spiral when their was just one of her. Now their's two so she spirals and breaks down 2x more and 2x faster. You're going to have your hands full, if you want this to not end badly you better hope your a god at comforting her. Before she easily got overwhelmed by your affection and attention but is ever so slightly better at handling it now that their's two of her. I can 100% see you walking around a Pomni on each shoulder which she both loves and hates, loves cause she gets to be close to you and feel special, hate because it feels so public and she feels like she sticks out when you do that. Before she could kind of handle being alone for a while. Now, not so much. So I hope you're ready to spend an unhealthy amount of time with her just to keep her alive. 5/10, she's lovely but she's got a lot of problems. And when their's two of her those problems multiply by a lot.

Pomni (Giving)

Now this will end well. Having two incredibly supportive and loving people who know when you need attention could help just about anyone. When you first found out you did your best to ease her into it. You knocked on her door only one of you there and told her that you had something to show her. Something that could cause a panic attack. She was worried but with your encouragement and knowing that'll you be there with her helped. So she followed you to your room. You opened the door for her and gestured inside. She looked inside to see another you sitting on your bed looking awkward. Once the initial shock has worn off she'll actually really enjoy it. She likes laying on one of you as a mattress while the other gives her attention. 10/10, helps her with her problems and she's surprisingly good at handling both of your attention at once.

(I really REALLY enjoyed writing this. I don't expect others to enjoy this as much as it's definitely more in my tastes but still. I hope you enjoyed it. And the things I would do to be in that situation, sadly best I can do is write about it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #gangle x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #incredibly self indulgent #not well written as I wrote it for fun

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miracledarling · 1 year

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how i clear "doubts"

before continuing, remember that u make ur own rules and i share what works for me. its all based on ur assumptions so do what works for u ❤️‍🩹

[ very messy unorganized post, bear with me ]

so as someone who doesn't believe things that easily, and a lot of times thinks logically, i found ways to help myself manifest and deal with negative thoughts.

first off, remember that these thoughts have no power. ZERO. they're just random thoughts so i wouldn't even call the doubts. just random thoughts that are less true than hot pink turtles crawling around ur bathroom ceiling(unless thats actually something true for u sorry lol). but what i'm saying is, don't give the thoughts power. this will help u stop wavering and persist without feeling as stressful. dont identify with these dumb untrue thoughts alright?

oh no !! i got a dOuBt. what do i do? 🥺

i take some deep breaths first. i acknowledge that i dont have to think PoSiTiVeLy all the time. this aint law of attraction. its not about forcing positively and be happy for high vibrations or whatever bullshit. nope. it's about assumptions right? its law of assumption.

with that in mind, i realize oh, so whatever i assume will come true.

so first, i assume those dumb thoughts aint matter anymore. they are just a bunch of bullshit that is not true. i tell myself that only my good thoughts would matter anyway, so give me all the doubts u want and i dont give a fuck.

its like when an annoying kid goes and bugs u. if u respond back they keep bugging u but if u ignore, they get bored and are like oh well whatever. so ur logical brain will be like: well the thoughts im telling her seem to be false. i guess im wrong im gonna stop annoying her.

and whenever u get those thoughts, its gonna be harder to give in and waver. its easier to persist now.

but...what if u cant believe it? if ur logical brain says: "well hell no. i dont believe u got big lips. i dont have proof, its against what i know."

instead of getting all worried like "oh no i wouldnt believe, will it not manifest?" i calm down and say "yeah just dumb thoughts again. they have no power so i dont care." I also say: "well believe it or not, my lips are big af. i know i might not believe it now, but there's nothing to deny that my lips are clearly big. so it doesnt matter what im believing. i have what i want regardless" this statement implies that whatever im believing or thinking, i still have my results. its done.

the statement i often now repeat when i get doubtful is: "well believe it or not, i clearly have [insert desire] and it's sooo obvious" or something along those lines

or "believe it or not its a fact that i have [desire] and i cant even prove it wrong."

i tell it to myself until i calm down to prevent myself from wavering.

my logical brain gives up and has no choice bc even if it wont believe me, it cant do anything about it because im speaking facts and the fact is that i got my desires

the bottom line: doing all of this ultimately does one important thing-it creates an assumption. specifically, i create an assumption that my "doubts" dont matter. and even if i think they matter they wont. even if im in complete disbelief that i dont have what i want, i still have what i want. there is zero other choice except to have what i want. no need for evidence or perfect thoughts.

i also acknowledge the fact that i wont fully believe or think in the perfect way and it's completely fine. because of the assumption i have created, even if i think shitty thoughts, i will still manifest what i want.

another thing about assumptions: they dont need evidence. like you can assume u have a white tshirt in ur closet even tho u didnt look in there.

for this case, this assumption i made eliminates every other option except to have my desire. no matter how much the logical mind tries, because i created this assumption, i can think whatever i want, have the most doubts and logic ever, and still manifest.

so keep persisting and you'll manifest ur desires without even realizing 💙

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #manifesting #manifesation #self concept #neville goddard #affirmations #void state #affirm and persist #10k affirmations #doubts #manifesting tips #affirmyourreality #loa blog #loablr

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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 4 months

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Keeping It Close To The Chest (KICTTC) pt. 2

Wow, I really was inspired! It really warms my heart that so many people enjoyed it as well! Again I Frankensteined this together as parts of it came to my brain, then connected them all. I swear I shuffled things like 5 times.

Be safe, make good choices

TW/CW: Child abuse, child murder, death, child death (Danny), Shock/ptsd symptoms, Guilt/ self-blame, Child warriors/soldiers, blood, familial abuse/ neglect

~~~ IF I MISSED A TAG please let me know, I want everyone to be able to make the informed choice that is best for them! ~~~

Here is part one in case you missed it!

Part three Part four

Happy holidays my friends :3

~Ren

One two three four five six. In. Hold.

The air in the bat cave was chilly. As usual.

One two three four five. Out. Again.

Usually, moisture clung to Damian’s skin and clothes. Today it seemed harsh and dry like even the cave was voicing its displeasure and passing judgement. It added to his melancholy and nostalgia.

One two three four five six. In. Hold

His first week in Gotham the rain had been coming down in heavy sheets, he had never seen a storm quite as wild before. He had felt small standing on the Wayne manor doorstep next to Mother, with the wind and rain whipping around them, cradling them in water. He shivered at the memory. Damian had only known the weather in Nanda Parbat, being so close to Ladakh the weather alternated between dry and hot to freezing temperatures in the winter. True downpours were rare due to where the base had been built.

One two three four five. Out. Again

The nights were long and cold. Their room only outfitted with bare essentials, had none of the comfort he had now. Damian can still recall how his little body would shiver and shake no matter how hard he tried to still it. Many winter nights under the protection of the dark, Danny would cross their room to slip under his covers. Two little bodies next to each other, the warmth soothing their bruises and sore muscles while they watched the snow drift down from the window.

One two three four five six. In. Hold

Damian was not in shock as Tim may have suggested. No. He would never fall so far that emotional distress would prevent him from what must be done. The nervous tick to his heart was because of his worry for Danyal. Damian had only accepted the heat reflective blanket so Father would leave him be. He clutched the edges in an attempt to refocus. He cannot remember who dragged the plush chair into the batcave but he supposed being comfortable while waiting for Danyal to wake was acceptable. Damian also grudgingly could admit to himself, they were kind to place it so he maintained visual on his little brother.

One two three four five. Out. Again

Danyal’s blood had stained his costume. Green and red, Damian’s colors but now, well. He’d start by asking Alfred to take a look, see if it could be cleaned but maybe it was time to follow in his sibling’s footsteps and completely change his armor out for something that didn’t threaten to drive him to his knees.

One two three four five six. In. Hold

He wanted to be clean, so he'd be allowed in Danyal's room, but he was stuck where he was. Some parts of his clothes were wet still, other less saturated parts were dry and itchy and uncomfortable. He idly scratched at some, and then abruptly stopped when the flakes caught under his nails. He’d have to talk with Danny about why it seemed his green blood tingled against his skin.

One two three four five. Out. Again

( He would bite his tongue though, he's not so dense to miss the fact that prying is glaringly rude, and he doesn't want to give his brother anymore reasons to run from him. Even if he wondered why Danyal's blood smells like rotting food and sweaty locker room with a touch of something he couldn't name. It was a nauseating combination instead of the iron he has grown used to.)

One two three four five six. In. Hold

Toxic green it was always that blasted bright green. Grandfather lived as long as he did due to the pits, the pits brought Jason back, now Danyal was affected, and he had no idea what to do. He was scared. He was so sacred.

One two three four five. Out. Again

"Heyy Bud, maybe it's time to change and shower?" Richard's voice comes from behind where Damian slumped. Damian allows a quick glance at his eldest brother, before he turns his gaze back to Danny's prone form on the bed.

No, he hadn't flinched at the sudden noise, he obviously knew Richard was approaching his seat. Even if his brother is eyeing him with that look like he knows what Damian is thinking. Damian bites his cheek until he splits the skin. Which he can't. He can try to understand because of his experiences with Jason's death, but. Danny was Damian's twin. His other half, they had always been together. Richard can't possibly understand the guilt he carried for not realizing Danny's plan when he realized something had changed the look in his twin's eye, or how ashamed he is for the sliver of pride he felt afterwards when Grandfather handed Damian with his personal kodachi, a blade every member had coveted. How it felt like betrayal that he had thrived in the League those five years after Danyal's death.

He doesn't know what that's like to lose an intrinsic part of you. He had a family before being adopted by Father. The Wayne's had been allowed to stop for Jason's death. Dick had been allowed to mourn his little brother, to erect a grave to sit with. Damian only had had Danyal and then he died, and Damian was never able to speak of Danyal again until now. Hell, Grandfather was pleased to have taught Damian a lesson on rooting out weakness. He regrets not trying to bring life to those memories he cherishes.

Damian's frustrated with himself, the small movement was meant to be a reach for one of the knives that are still lining his body. Inescapable evidence he is balancing precariously on a knife's edge. Evidence Richard is no doubt started collecting the minute he had realized Damian recognized him. A fierce scowl finds its way onto Damian's face as he clenches the material of his pants between his fists. He wants to scream. If he were Jason, he'd snort at his brother's insistence in taking Bruce's place when he glitches over big emotions, when inevitably hides from his children until he's done processing.

Damian doesn't say anything though for a couple minutes, he knows Richard is caring and kind but the idea of talking about feelings with his sappiest brother has Damian suppressing a shutter. He doesn't want to talk about any of this, even if he knows his grace period to collect his thoughts is running out quickly.

"I'll stay with him while you're gone." Richard offers quietly, "Babybat, please?"

The name hasn't bothered Damian in years but now it has him seething and baring his teeth. "Do not call me that Grayson." Damian has never been the baby of the family, that spot has always been Danny's.

No one has questioned his prickly disposition since his arrival or knows why he hates their pet names or where and he disappears on his birthday. They dismissed it with condescending smiles, ruling it as him finally acting like a child, more anger, less murder. Like throwing a tantrum over a ripped toy. How has he managed to fool a family of crime fighting detectives?... He's the superior son of course. The sentiment rings hollow, if they don't know it's because they didn't bother to ever really get know Damian past his carefully constructed front. Truly, Damian thought, a ten-year-old fooling all of the Bats and Wings is ridiculous. Damian is stubborn to a fault and decided if they think his grief is equal to an upset child, well he wasn't going to point it out for them. It took Danyal dropping from the sky for them to realize, there was more to Damian than they knew.

Grayson is watching him carefully now, but his posture remains open, relaxed, his warm smile still firmly in place. Even if Damian knows the tightness at the corners indicates his rising anxiety. Damian still wants to break those perfect teeth of his.

This isn't easy for him, why would he make it easier for them.

Instead of acting on his impulse to maim, he paces closer to the glass, allowing himself to remember their childhood, Danny had burned brightly in the darkness the League surrounded itself in -too brightly- and ultimately snuffed out. Danny was all enthusiastic questions, witty remarks and freely given smiles. He had intended to tell Father about his dead twin, had been preparing how to report the situation just right in the time it took to travel from Nanda Parbat to Gotham with Mother, surely Father would let him speak of Danyal, even once would have been enough.

The whole point of Mother sending him away to live with Father was to get him away from the League and Grandfather's influence. Away from his wretched rules that prevented him from honor Danyal as he should. Mother had tried to hide her emotions away but when Grandfather had started talking about Damian like he did Danny those last few months and -well, Damian was an excellent assassin being the son of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne; two of the most resourceful people out there- he knew what her fear looked like in the forced steadiness of her hand as she lead him away, the sorrow in her brow. He knew his Grandfather would soon order him dead as well.

Mother had him pack his bag and took him to Father, one twin lighter than planned. His Father was nothing as expected. Damian had imagined someone like Mother, always calm and collected, her icy displeasure, her quiet pride. Batman was close to expectation, Bruce Wayne on the other hand was loud, emotive, emotionally compromised. Damian would've shrunk under his Father's attention that first meeting if not for his rigorous training. Anger, guilt, resentment all flew around the room. He kept the secret of his twin buried where it couldn't hurt anyone; he had seen Father's reaction to Damian, nothing good would happen if he told Bruce. The detective would surely push and pry until their secrets lay at his feet, once a mystery was presented to him Batman would stay on it until he was satisfied with the answers. The destruction would only be regretted in the aftermath.

It was demeaning to allow his new family to think he lacked in his training but for those first few months with Danny saturating his thoughts Damian would turn to where Danyal would be at his elbow, would open his mouth to whisper in Arabic to share their secrets like they used to or he would leave his blind spots wide open, shame and grief had warred inside him for a long time. Damian had loved his little brother with everything he had and then he was gone- killed by his own hand at his Grandfather's request. The Waynes had given him this new family with assorted siblings overnight, and itmade him breathless to acknowledge that Danyal would never thrive in this warmth.

(Danny had been a mischievous child, witty and too smart for his own good to the frustration of their teachers. Even if he fell short in martial arts and weapons training compared to his older brother, he was better at blending quietly into the shadows. The twins shared a fierce protectiveness between them of course but Danyal? Danyal was creative, had an inherent genius for tricks and traps. Danny who cried in their room after a mission but did not hesitate with those who disrespected Damian. The only evidence their teachers would find was the self-satisfied look on Danny's face, much to their anger. With no evidence to show Grandfather they were forced to be content with pushing them harder until one of them collapsed and then took glee in punishing the one who fell behind. (No matter how much Damian helped with Danyal's sword swings or his forms, his twin rarely beat him in a straight fight.)

Danyal would crawl into his bed those nights seeking his twin's warmth in the cool desert night, and he'd fix Damian with this blazing look before shying away, moving his attention to Damian's hands he would trace every scar and callous until Damian drifted to sleep. Danyal would wake him before their trainer arrived and they'd steal a few quiet moments for themselves.

(The only time Damian woke before Danyal their hands were still between them entwined, his little hand was clutched tight-like Danyal was afraid of it being snatched away. Damian gave a little squeeze back and Danny's eyes fluttered open. When he saw Damian next to him his face stretched into Danny's true smile, soft, shy and sweet. A smile for Damian alone. He has started to forget what it looked like.)

Damian had been adrift in this new world away from the strict dogma the League required. The new rules he was expected to live by now were so different, he constantly wished Danyal was here for Damian to find some familiarity in. He was on an uncontrolled spiral those first months until he had given in to Richard's soft support. It had stung at first, to receive the affection that only Danny had given him in the past.

Richard was the one who noticed he was spending his free time sketching, dragged him out of the manor to give him his first bound sketchbook with charcoal and had beamed proudly the first time Damian allowed him to see it being used. Damian knew just how hard his brother loved their family, loved him. It was the only reason Damian quelled the urge to stab him, even if it was extremely tempting.

No, he must be intentional now. Strong in the face of what is sure to be murky doubt at Damian's claims. Tim had tried to run a paternity test with the blood from one of Danny's bandages Alfred had discarded- it came back with an error message about twenty minutes ago, but Tim was nowhere to be found. If he can bring Richard over to their side before the rest of their siblings or their father push their way into the batcave for answers, he'd manage to keep things relatively neutral while he argued his case.

Damian takes a deep breath strengthening his resolve. This is for Danyal, he will not misstep now with so much on the line.

If Damian fails to convince them, he will take Danny and run. Between the two of them no one would be able to find them unless they wished it to be so.

“Damian…” Dick says his name carefully, with as much feeling as he can, because he knows the shock of having his brother rise from the grave you buried him in. He aches that one of his siblings ever had to go through what he did. “ I think someone should be with you while we wait for him to wake up.”

The sneer of disgust that overtakes Damian’s face at his words was expected and how familiar it was had Dick shoving aside the burst of fondness that it caused, and he cuts Damian off before he delivers what surely is a scathing reply.

“I know you want to be by Danyal’s side, and I can see how much you love him…" Dick clears his throat when it threatens to close, he has to keep talking because this isn't just about Damian, this is about their baby brother that looked terrified under Damian's gaze in the warehouse. "You saw his injuries; I’m worried with how scared he was earlier Danyal may injure himself more if he feels overwhelmed.”

Damian’s eyes closed tightly against the agony that shot through his chest. He knew that. He didn’t need Richard’s reminder. For Danny to look at Damian with such terror, pleading with him- Damian has never hated himself more. He has no doubt this is truly Danyal, Damian knows clones don't carry scars, scars show the life you've lived, it's unique no way to replicate it. They were all there just like Damian remembered.

As heir Damian had to be cold and merciless in the League, he was used to those around him being afraid of his capabilities, of how easily he could snuff out their lives, at one point he had been proud of his Grandfather’s smile when he had heard his four-year-old grandson had taken down his trainer with ease. He had never been that way with Danyal, distant sure, he had to be under the League.

But now that he’s been away, had a chance to meet so many people he knew better. He never felt as alone as he does now, Dick besides him and Danyal resting close by. He never wanted to cause his brother such pain. Richard could be right, he was much more knowledgeable on feelings than Damian, who still stumbles on the finer intricacies of societal interactions. He.. He would do anything for his little brother and if that meant sending him far away from here, Damian would do it. Would help him escape Batman and Bruce Wayne who were both annoyingly persistent. The others.. he could convince, he had enough blackmail stored away for an important favor. It was enough knowing Danyal was alive.

(No. He’s lying to himself. He’s so close to unraveling but will grit and bare it. It’s his responsibility, he always will look after Danyal. No matter the personal cost. He can practically feel Richard’s devastation from here; he’s sure his older brother is desperate to make this better, however he can. Damian won’t let him. He deserves Danyal’s fear, he was a murderer masquerading as a boy. A boy who in this moment aches to hold his little brother close like when they were kids. Beg his forgiveness and sob and marvel because his fear makes this real, his brother is alive. If Damian believed in miracles this would be his.)

He cannot afford to lose this head with Danny vulnerable in the next room, so he breathes a long breath through his nose again stubbornly not looking at Richard, keeps his eyes on his baby brother, watches his strange breathing rhythm raise and lower the sheets in reassurance his twin is still with him and turns his body towards Richard, a small concession.

"Danyal is my little brother, my twin." It's said slowly, Damian carefully controlled his tone, flat, to the point. Damian just had to get this report out, "When we were five Grandfather ordered that I lay claim my title as heir."

From the corner of his eye Damian can see Richard's smile tighten with tension in an effort to keep it there, now that Damian has started though he pushes past the guilt that has haunted him to finish, " I was superior in martial arts and weapons handling but I was too rigid, Danyal- he" Damian's throat is tight, like there is a rock in his throat, and he clears it quickly. "We excelled when we were together, he took to the things I had not. I knew I'd be Heir, being the eldest grandson. But-" He chokes and Richard makes an aborted motion to touch him. Thankfully he waits.

"But I knew he'd be my Shadow; We'd rule together as soon as I took my place at as the Demon Head... Until Grandfather made us duel." To the death goes unsaid but Damian could see the horrible realization breaking across Richard's face, so he turned his head to look at where the bats nest was among the stalactites. He could make out their mass if he looked hard enough. "Danyal threw himself onto my sword and I killed the person I promised to protect!" Damian pauses, and whispers into the air between them. "There was so much blood." It wavers in his mouth but doesn't break.

The truth burns as it's coming out. Damian got all the big things into the open, now he allows himself to fall into his elder brother's arms and weep. All his pain and regret soaking Richard's shoulder. His body is still sitting with Richard, but Damian is back in a time filled with sharp strikes, where punishment was to be embraced. Swords against whetstones. Legacies to be molded. Damian can hear the whoosh of leather through the air and on cold nights the scars on his back ache.

Damian shivers now in Richard's hold his breath clouding the space between them. Damian shoots straight out of Richard's arms as soon as he realizes it's not just his breath that's visible. The cave had gone from chilly to freezing in a flash. The temperature in the warehouse had dropped too, right before his twin came tumbling out of the sky. Something is wrong. In the time Damian had looked away something had begun to stir in the recovery room. The once steady if slow beating of his twin's heart now resembles an average heartbeat.

Energy pulses. Biting wind almost takes their feet off the ground. The lights burst, raining glass from the ceiling. Richard throws an arm around Damain and pulls him into one of those springy twists only he could do that brings them under some cover.

A shadow writhes in the dark of the recovery room and Damian struggles to free himself from Richard's grip. "Danyal!" He's becoming desperate. Danyal has to be alright. Damian cannot handle losing his baby brother again. Richard stays firm. "Let me go! Please he could be hurt." His voice cracks over the plead, he feels small. Small and helpless. Two things he swore that day he would never give into again.

Running out of patience Damian swipes at him with a blade and when Richard yelps and releases his arm he rolls, pushing into a sprint once he drops. Only to stop cold a few feet from the door. Peeking up at him from the side of Danyal's bed are solid glowing green eyes.

Part Three 01/06/2024

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maochira · 1 year

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YOUR HCS ARE GREAT, SUN. IMAGINE READER DATING SHIDOU RYUSEI AND THE PARENT FIGURES FIND OUT OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP WHEN SHIDOU MAKES A COMMENT IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAINING ABOUT READER.

HELLO ANON DID YOU LOOK RIGHT INTO MY BRAIN WHILE I WAS ASLEEP OR HOW DID YOU KNOW I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MYSELF WITH MY BLUE LOCK OC AND NOA LITERALLY 2 WEEKS AGO???? Also if you like Shidou here's some relationship headcanons I posted about him recently!!!

Also thank you very much!!! I'm so happy people are enjoying my headcanons!!!

Masterlist of the father figure series (I recommend reading at least the first part before this)

Tags: gn!reader, reader is dating Shidou (based), father figures are confused and concerned (also based), I love Shidou so much thanks for letting me write him indirectly, occasional swear words, I get very feral over Shidou so my writing style is less in order in this one, Shidou my beloved cockroach (can you guys tell I love Shidou very very much? Please request more with him)

Noel Noa

-how did you and Shidou end up together? No fucking idea but it's Shidou so let's not ask too many questions alright?

-Bastard München vs PxG match. Shidou says something. Uh. Well. Something Shidou would say. RIGHT WHILE LOOKING INTO YOUR DIRECTION.

-Noa is playing on the field right now. And when he realizes what Shidou said was directed at you. Uhm.

-let's say Noa had to hold himself back from fouling him

-as soon as Noa leaves the field he walks to you and asks if you're alright and if you're uncomfortable by what Shidou said and. AND. THEN YOU...

-you tell Noa you and Shidou are dating and he can barely process the information. How? What? WHY??? All that running through his head

-despite the match still going on, Noa starts asking you all sorts of questions about Shidou. He tries to stay calm and you can hear his voice is a little more strict than usual

-he's so concerned that out of all Blue Lock players, your boyfriend is FUCKING SHIDOU RYUSEI

-but you reassure him it's okay and the relationship is going well

-get used to that reassuring because Noa will ask literally EVERY DAY multiple times about your relationship

Chris Prince

-Manshine City vs PxMatch, halftime break

-Shidou comes up to you and says something Shidou would say to you, while Chris is standing a few meters away, talking to Loki

-"LOKI YOU LET YOUR TEAMMEMBER SPEAK LIKE THAT???"-Chris, probably

-then the overprotective dad mode kicks in

-Chris walks over to you and Shidou, giving him a death stare. Shidou just grins

-to you, the whole situation is kind of funny so you burst out in laughter while Chris starts telling Shidou he should NOT say things like that about you

-"Oh, but they like it."-Shidou.

-Chris then looks at you and. Honestly, you're slowly getting embarrassed. You tell him Shidou is your boyfriend

-Chris is so confused because??? How??? So almost as an instinct his response is an immediate "no he isn't" which causes you to get more embarrassed and Shidou to laugh his ass off

-when the halftime break is over, Chris goes on the field to play and he's playing more aggressively than usual, which confuses you a bit

-later, when you're back in your room Chris starts asking you all sorts of questions about your relationship and it takes you a while to get him to calm down and not be overly worried about you anymore

Lavinho

-FC Barcha vs PxG match

-Shidou said all sorts of stuff during the match, and afterwards, he came to you and says something like "all of that was dedicated to you" AND LAVINHO CAN NOT BELIEVE HIS EARS

-probably starts yelling at Shidou for a solid minute while you try to get Lavinho's attention

-you calmly explain that it's okay because Shidou is your boyfriend and-

-Lavinho can not believe his ears (part 2)

-he takes you back to your room and makes you explain yourself. Most importantly he wants to know why you didn't tell him earlier about your relationship

-"Shidou said not to tell anyone because he thinks it's funnier if everyone finds out on their own."-you (took this directly from my OC x Shidou thing HEH)

-honestly Lavinho thinks that's funny as well so it's okay for him

-he'd like Shidou's sense of humour I think?? So he actually comes to terms with you and your boyfriend quite fast

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Writing with Chronic Illness

strigiformthunderstorm asked: Could you advise on forming a writing routine with a chronic illness? I have several conditions that cause a lot of pain and fatigue, and working part-time takes up nearly all of my energy. I used to write daily but stopped while I was in "survival mode", and now getting in my head about the quality prevents me from writing. I've had success with creating multiple routines to accommodate my fluctuating symptoms, so instead of writing out a schedule, I'm kind of choreographing a dance. For example, right now I'm coming out of a flare up so I'm trying to think of adaptations like writing in bed, taking naps between writing sessions, and being less hard on myself about smoking for my pain while writing + just doing brain dumps if that's what I need to get into the flow of things. I'm also neurodivergent. I'm trying to get to the point I'm actually writing the book (instead of world building/planning) and am making consistent progress.

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A few things that might help:

1 - Don't worry about writing daily or hitting specific word counts. Doing things to "move the needle" are just as important, even if that is doing brain dumps, researching, or looking for inspiration photos.

2 - Try to avoid making writing feel like a stressful activity that your brain will automatically want to avoid. The things you're doing are already on the right track, so continue to give yourself grace, give yourself positive reinforcement for anything that moves the needle, and doing what you can to make writing relaxing and rewarding.

3 - Many writers find that writing sprints are a productive way for them to get words on the page. So, for example, try setting a timer for 10 or 20 minutes (or whatever increment works for you) and write as much as you can during that time. Don't worry about quality (we'll get to that in a minute), just get the words down. Do this a few times a day, and it starts to add up quickly. You may also find that you gather momentum and are able to write more per sprint, sprint for longer periods, and/or include more sprints into your day.

4 - Focusing overly much on quality is probably a bigger obstacle for you right now than anything else. This is by far and away the biggest pitfall writers fall into. Remember: writing is a process that requires editing and revision. No one writes a perfect first draft. There's a reason we call them "rough drafts" and "zero drafts." There's a reason we self-edit and revise. There's a reason we use beta readers, critique partners, and editors. It isn't supposed to be perfect at the beginning. Imagine being a sculptor, taking out a lump of clay, squeezing it to shape it a few times, and then being livid because it isn't a beautiful sculpture. That's what you're doing when you allow your brain to be frustrated about the quality of your writing when you're writing a first draft. You're getting mad because your lump of clay didn't instantly become a beautiful sculpture. If you never let your lump of clay be a lump of clay, and something that looks more like a misshapen whatever rather than the thing you're trying to make, then you'll never get it to the point of actually becoming the beautiful sculpture. You have to let the words on the page be ugly before you can shape them into something beautiful when it's time to edit and revise. Have a look at the following posts for more:

Concentrate on Quantity at First, Not Quality Overcoming Embarrassment Over Own Writing Delaying Writing Out of Fear Worried About Writing Style

5 - As far as routine goes, you're actually already doing what I would have suggested, which is to utilize a variety of different routines that are catered to meet your needs in the moment. Doing the things you're already doing, plus what is mentioned above, will hopefully be enough to get you over this hurdle.

Sending you lots of happy thoughts and hope for progress! ♥

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forest-hashira · 5 months

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Lip Gloss

hello lovelies!!! i am back once again with more transfem gojo bc she's the love of my life. this fic doesn't have anything to do with her birthday, but it is in honor of it!

i sat on this one a little too long (most of it was written weeks ago and then i got distracted,,, and then i finished this at like 3 in the morning whoops) so i'm not as crazy about this one as i was about the ither two. regardless, i hope you all enjoy it!

pairing: gojo satoru/reader

content: transfem gojo, gender neutral reader, fluff, first time buying/using makeup, nothing actually happens but gojo gets a little flustered when you touch her lol

wc: ~2.8k

read on ao3 here!

After painting her nails, Satoru seemed more and more interested in making changes to her appearance, though she was still unsure about where she wanted to start.

“Why don’t we stick with non-permanent changes for now?” you suggested.

“Like what?”

“I could help you with makeup, if you wanted to start wearing any.”

She blinked dumbly for a moment, then tilted her head as she gazed up at you from where her head rested in your lap. “Like eyeliner and stuff?”

“Yeah, like eyeliner and stuff,” you agreed, gently stroking her hair from her eyes. “But you don’t have to wear any if you don’t want to. Plenty of women don’t wear makeup.”

She seemed to consider for a few moments, still holding your gaze. “I think makeup is a good next step. Do you have any I could borrow?”

“Well, it depends on what you want to start with,” you began with a slight shrug. “I’m more than happy to let you try out my lip products and blushes and such, but it’s not a good idea to share things like mascara and eyeliner.”

“Why not?” she pouted. You just smiled at her.

“Because it could give us both pinkeye.”

“...Oh.” Satoru blushed lightly then, clearly not having expected such a serious reason.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But I’ll help you find some of your own, don’t worry. And yes, I’ll teach you how to use all of it,” you added, practically seeing the question as it formed in her brain.

She smiled a bit bashfully up at you, her eyes twinkling with love. “You know me so well,” she said, catching the hand you’d been using to play with her hair and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You felt your face warm slightly, the combination of her soft touch and affectionate demeanor causing you to feel a little fuzzy inside. “I try my best,” you said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed your hand back, kissing your knuckles again softly before she sat up. “So. Drugstore?” she asked, her eyes bright and hopeful.

You stifled your smile, pretending to consider her words for a moment. When a pout began to form on her lips, though, you relented. “Yeah, we can go see what kinds of makeup they have.”

Satoru practically bounced off the bed in her excitement, grabbing her sunglasses before rushing out of the room, calling over her shoulder for you to hurry up.

Her actions pulled a small laugh from you, and you shook your head slightly as you pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing your bag as you followed her to the door.

“You always take so long to catch up,” she complained, peeking at you through her hair, over the tops of her glasses.

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed half heartedly, easily sliding your shoes on. “Do you want me to go with you or not?”

She did want you to go with her, obviously, since she doesn’t know the first thing about doing her own makeup, much less what products she should start with.

The pair of you wound up back at the same drug store where you had bought the sorceress’s first nail polish. Satoru had thought the nail polish display was overwhelming, but when she realized that not every makeup product fit on the same aisle, she looked like she might pass out.

“There’s so much…” she said quietly, her expression more than a little lost as she looked around.

“We’ll start easy,” you promised, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s look at lipgloss, yeah?”

Your girlfriend agreed wordlessly, giving a slight nod and letting you pull her over to the lip products. You looked over the options in silence for a moment, then turned to Satoru to explain things to her.

“I know you still want to keep this between us for now,” you started, and Satoru nodded in agreement, pulling her eyes away from the display to look at you as you spoke. “So I would suggest something really subtle. No bold colors or anything yet.”

“Okay. Is there, uh… what color do you think would look good on me?” A light blush dusted her cheeks as she spoke, and she looked away from you bashfully.

A soft smile tugged at your lips at her behavior. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you want to have one you could wear out of the house without drawing too much attention? Or do you want one to play around with at home?”

She considered your words for a moment. “One of each, I guess,” she eventually answered.

“Your best bet for something to wear out of the house would be a clear gloss,” you said right away, looking around the display for a moment before you spotted a clear gloss from your favorite brand. Plucking it from the shelves, you offered it to her. “This brand is my favorite, but you can get a different brand if you want.”

“What does it do? I mean, if there’s no color, why would you wear it?” Satoru accepted the gloss from you, looking over the packaging as she spoke.

You have a slight shrug. “Not much. It makes your lips look shiny, makes ‘em a little softer, too, sometimes. A lot of people will put a clear gloss over a colored lipstick so it’ll look shiny, but I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.”

You half expected the woman to argue with you about it, insist she was ready for anything and to let her at it, but all she did was nod in agreement. “Okay, clear gloss for going out,” she repeated, mostly to herself. “And now a colored one for home?”

The process of selecting a lip gloss color didn’t take as long as picking a nail polish color had, and for that you were privately relieved; the longer the pair of you hung around the beauty section, the more likely it was that you could garner unwanted attention. Even though Satoru wasn’t a man, she still very much presented like one, and men didn’t usually spend this much time looking at makeup, even if they were with a partner.

The snowy haired wonder eventually settled on a soft peachy color, just a couple shades darker than the natural color of her lips, and she seemed proud of herself for her choice. “Can we look at eyeliner now?”

“Of course, baby.” You led her to the next aisle over, and as you began to scan the selection, you were disappointed but not surprised to find your only options were brown or black, which you told your partner.

“We can get you one of those colors if you want, but I think it would stick out more, since you don’t have dark eyelashes,” you advised, turning away from the shelves.

“They make white eyeliner?” She sounded surprised, but her eyes sparkled at the idea.

You laughed softly, affectionately. “Yeah, some companies do, but we’d probably have to order it online. Do you want to do that? Or do you want to get a darker color?”

“If we can find white I think I’d prefer that.”

The nod you gave in return was easy, and you ushered her a few steps further down the aisle, where you reached the same dilemma as you had with the eyeliner.

“Is white mascara even a thing?”

“Yeah, some companies that make white eyeliner will also have white mascara,” you confirmed. “But we could also try and find you a more lightweight product, probably some sort of clear gel, if you’d rather do that.”

This time, Satoru seemed less sure of an answer. “Let’s just see what we can find online when we get home,” she said after a few moments of consideration.

“We can definitely do that.”

The bright smile she shot you practically melted your heart, and you were relieved to see her shoulders relax a bit. “Anything else you want to look for while we’re here?”

She shook her head almost immediately, and you were once again enamored by the way her soft, frosty hair shifted back and forth across her forehead. “No, I’m happy with this for now,” she assured you, holding the two tubes of lip gloss up slightly.

If she was happy, you were happy, so you began to lead her towards the checkout again. You spotted something out of the corner of your eye on an aisle endcap as you walked, though, and you paused, turning to look at it. When you realized what it was, though, you inhaled a soft gasp of delight. “Ooh, Toru look!”

“What is it?” she asked, stopping and turning with you. When she did, she noticed the small collection of soft elastic headbands adorned with animal ears. “Those are cute,” she agreed, glancing away from the headbands and over at you.

“Can we get a couple?” you asked hopefully, looking over at Satoru and sticking out your bottom lip slightly, giving her your best puppy eyes. “Pleeease, Toru? We can use them together!”

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly; to anyone else the question may have sounded condescending, but you could tell she was genuinely curious.

“When we do skincare and makeup together! It’ll help keep the hair out of our faces and everything.”

“Oh, okay. Sure, we can get a couple.” Her expression softened as you practically squealed with excitement.

“Thank you! Okay, now, which one do you want?” you asked, expression growing a bit more serious as you examined the options again. “What about this one?” Without giving her a chance to respond, you grabbed a white headband that had cat ears on it, holding it up to her. “It matches you best, I think.”

Now it was her turn to melt. All Satoru could do was nod in agreement; she didn’t really have a preference to begin with, so she was more than happy to let you pick for her.

“Which one do you think I should get?” you asked next, seeming much less sure on that front.

Wanting to give you the same consideration you had given her, she looked over the options, and after a moment, she selected a brown headband with little bear ears on it. “What about this one?”

“I remind you of a bear?” you asked, looking from the headband to your girlfriend’s face, your nose crinkled slightly at the idea.

Satoru nodded. “Yeah. You’re like a teddy bear, all soft and cuddly with me. It’s cute.”

Her words left you feeling a little flustered, cheeks growing warm. “Okay. I’ll get that one, then.”

She let you take the headband from her then, a slightly lovestruck expression on her face as she followed you to the checkout.

You paid for everything again, despite her protests, but she quieted down again when you took her hand for the walk back to the apartment.

“Do you still want to see if we can find you some white eyeliner and mascara online?” you asked her after you’d gotten home again, slipping your shoes off and nudging them back into their proper spot.

“Is it okay if we wait a little bit on that?” Satoru asked, biting her lip lightly as she glanced over at you. “I think I want to get used to wearing the lip gloss before I buy anything else.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you assured her. “We’re doing this at your pace, remember? Just want you to be happy, princess.”

The sorceress went the prettiest shade of pink at your words, and she nodded slightly, offering a quiet and slightly flustered “thanks.”

Deciding against teasing her for blushing, you took her hand, leading her back to the bedroom and sitting her down on the bed. “Let’s see what that tinted gloss looks on you,” you suggested, though you waited until she agreed to dig through the bag to grab the small bottle.

She stared up at you with wide eyes as you stood between her legs, smiling down at her sweetly. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you reached up and removed the sunglasses from her face, settling them carefully on the bedside table before turning back to her.

“You ready, princess?” you asked softly, rubbing your knuckles lightly along her cheek; you wanted to make sure Satoru was comfortable with every step of her transition process, even something as small as trying lip gloss for the first time in the privacy of her own home. When she nodded at your words, you relaxed slightly.

“Part your lips for me,” you instructed softly, subconsciously parting your own. When she seemed a bit unsure about the directions, though, you took her chin in your hand, thumb pressing lightly on her bottom lip and tugging her bottom jaw down the tiniest bit until her lips were parted like you needed. “Like this.”

Though her blush had died down a bit from when you’d arrived home, you could see that it had returned high across her cheeks, and her eyes were slightly dilated. You felt a bit of heat rising in your own cheeks at the way she looked at you, and you bit your lip as you released her chin from your grasp, instead beginning to twist the top off of the tube of lip gloss. “Satoru,” you sighed, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt. “Be good, okay? None of that right now.”

When you met her gaze again, you felt a bit more in control of yourself, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly at the obedient nod your girlfriend gave you. Once you were confident she was going to behave and hold still for you, you pulled the cap away from the rest of the tube, making sure the applicator had a good amount of gloss on it before gently swiping it across her bottom lip. You were careful to keep the gloss just on her lips, not wanting to make a mess of it, and after a moment you put the top back on the tube.

You showed Satoru how to rub her lips together in a way that would distribute the product across her lips a little better, then used the applicator to touch up a few spots that needed it.

“You always look pretty,” you told her quietly. “But right now you look even more like a princess. Do you want to see?”

She nodded eagerly at your words, white strands of hair dancing around her face at the movement. “Yes, please.”

A smile tugged at your lips at her response, and you turned to pull the little mirror out of the drawer in your bedside table, though you were stopped when you felt something press into you a little harder. You glanced down to see what it was, and were a little surprised to see your girlfriend’s hands resting on your hips; you weren’t sure when they’d gotten there, but you’d apparently been so focused on your task that you hadn’t noticed.

You said nothing about the placement of her hands, just smiled to yourself a bit more as you opened the drawer, shuffling around for a moment before pulling out the little hand mirror and offering it to Satoru. “What do you think?”

Satoru accepted the mirror as you offered it to her, somewhat reluctantly removing her hands from your hips in the process. She tore her gaze away from your face to examine her own in her reflection, and what she saw made her freeze for a moment. All in all, she didn’t really look that different from how she looked at work every day, but something about the enhanced peachiness of her lips had her transfixed, and her eyes widened slightly as she stared at herself silently in the mirror.

Her silence began to make you feel a bit anxious the longer it stretched on, and eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. “Baby?” you called gently. “Do you like it? If you don’t, that’s okay. You can take it off and you don’t have to wear it again.”

The words seemed to snap her back to reality, and she looked up at you again, eyes still wide and slightly awestruck. “I really do look pretty, don’t I?” she asked quietly, unable to help the slow smile that spread across her lips at the thought.

Relief crashed over you as she finally gave you an answer, and returning her bright smile was easy. “You always do,” you assured her, gently taking her chin between your fingers again and angling her face enough for you to kiss her soft, plush lips. “My pretty pretty princess.”

anyways happy birthday to my babygirl!!! ilysm toru

also the headbands will come into play in a later installment i promise

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Taters

Karlach x Reader/Tav

A/n: I live temporarily. Back with another fandom. Small ramble note at the bottom.

Winter was just around the corner, causing the night air to chill as of late. You used to hate the cold, it reminded you of… less fortunate times. However, these days you've found yourself slowly being able to see the beauty of it, reason being your beautiful girlfriend, who’s kept you perfectly warm every night, safe and protected against any unsavory memories.

The amazing tiefling who's stolen your heart has kept you company for countless evenings, with each one feeling as special as the last. But this time you find yoursef pondering, a memory—or rather a word—that you couldnt quite shake off.

Taters.

It was just such a bittersweet moment for you both. You thought her family using words just for them was such a cute thing to do, it seemed to make Karlach so happy. It kicked some gears in your brain into motion, so much so that you happened to mindlessly utter it out.

“Pardon, love?” Karlach craned her head to look at you atop her chest.

“Oh– nothing, was just lost in thought–”

“Ah, well taters, either way” She grinned from below you.

Your heart melts a little inside of you. How was anyone allowed to be this cute? Yhe universe is unbelievable.

“Yeah… listen Karlach, ive been thinking about something” You trail off slightly, not quite sure on what you actually want to say.

Karlach tilts her head slightly to the side. A worried frown painting her features. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just… happened to think about your family… The language you had together, you said you were the last remaining speaker. I want to change that.” You held her hand as you talked, both for her reassurance and yours. You mindlessly toyed with it as you spoke.

Karlachs eyes widened.

“You want to kill me!?” She gasped incredulously. “I knew it was only a matter of time… I wouldnt mind if it was you though, make it quick” She stuck her bottom lip out and wiped a fake tear from her eye, while the other hand held yours to her chest.

You snatched your hand from where she held it and lightly bopped her on the forehead, looking only mildly amused.

“As if.” You scoffed lightheartedly.

Karlach grinned. “Of course, so what about my parents?” There was a faraway look in her eyes. Shes told you that she loves talking about her parents, but being a little sentimental about it was unavoidable.

“The uh… the language you had together, what other words did you guys have?”

“You want to know about the gibberish we spoke?” Karlach smiled, unsure.

“Yeah, it was a big part of your childhood, I want to make more good memories with those words… maybe with a family of our own.” You sunk your face into the firm muscle of her shoulder, partly because it was comfy, but partly to avoid looking at her, in case she didnt agree.

“I cant believe you just brought up the idea of a family before I could. How dare you.” The pitch of her voice raised towards the end. She narrowed her eyes at you.

“Oops” You giggle, face still smooshed against her skin.

“Hmph.” She scoffed. “Give me a moment to remember, im sure I can dig up some of them.” Karlach gazed at the ceiling, mind drifting back to her childhood.

“Lets see… chess… chess meant a kiss… Yeah, I think I remember being grossed out because I saw my parents giving each other ‘chesses’.” Karlach chuckles softly at the memory.

“Chesses? Thats… oddly fitting for a kiss.” You smiled. “What else?”

“Sheesh just give me a moment” Karlach pouts. “Cant let a woman think for shit in here” She huffs.

“So dramatic. Just take your time.” You rolled your eyes.

Karlach scoffs, but otherwise stays silent for a moment, collecting little anecdotes from her childhood.

“Hmm… Blankets were called ‘warmers’ I think”

“Simple and straightforward, I like it.” You grin

“Right?” Karlach laughs, a beautiful sound. You cant help but snuggle up impossibly closer into her. And she holds you just a little bit tighter.

“Then…” Karlach trails off slowly, hand unconsciously starting to pet your head. “Hm. Sorry soldier, cant remember any more right now.” Karlach sheepishly smiled.

“Thats okay, we can try again tomorrow. I think let's just sleep, i'm tuckered out”

“Sounds great.” She presses a kiss to your forehead.

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The conversation is mostly forgotten by her, whose been busy with choosing only the best produce for you both at the market. She left before you woke up, hoping to surprise you, but it seems she got too caught up with haggling with the shop ladies, so that plan was out the window.

As soon as she enters your shared cabin, youre immediately clung onto her.

“Chess.” You peel yourself away from the hug momentarily to face her with a kissy face at her while pointing at your face.

Her brows furrows before they relax and melt into an expression of surprise and awe. She leans down to give you a small peck then envelops you in a large bear hug.

“Gods, have no clue how happy that made me” She grins widely.

“Yeah? Prepare to be happy a lot more then.” You preen at the feeling of being able to make her feel like this.

“Thats going to be difficult considering im already always happy when im with you.” Karlach looks at you adoringly. To an almost painful degree.

The emotions rushing into you felt a little overbearing. Your eyes narrow and your muscles stiffen. “Im getting cuteness aggression.”

“Im honored.” She smirks.

“Stop or else I will actually fall to the floor.”

“I cant, youre too amazing. But don't worry if you fall, ill make sure to nurse you better myself.” Her voice was teasing, but held affection all the same.

“Just stop talking to me.” You bat at her shoulder stiffly as your face sits in a lighthearted scowl.

“Alright, ill lay off from the sweet talk for a little bit. Just for now.” She relents.

“Somehow that makes it even worse. Im going to feed the pets. Bye.” You move robotically, movements restrained from the rush of the pure emotions.

Karlach chuckles to herself, used to your mannerisms. Youll be back, and in the meanwhile, she supposes she’ll be cooking breakfast for the both of you.

“Alright love, taters!” She waves. She takes the produce from the bags and prepares them to be cooked.

Not long after, she hears a loud crash swiftly followed by your voice.

“Im fine!” You hurriedly shout. God forbid she saw the mess you made from recoiling when she called you.

Karlach shakes her head as she continues washing the vegetables. You were one hell of a person, and she couldnt see herself with anyone else.

A/n#2: AGHHH I FINISHED ITTT. Listen I had an idea but I dont know how to actually write it. I guess its still cute but it has strayed from what i have envisioned. Started with the original prompt then turned into a sort of domestic bliss/banter thing? I dont know. Anyway, this became a shameless self insert but its okay because its my fic. also dont ask about the made up words im uncreative.

Sorry for the ADHD rant this is how I am when im supposed to be sleeping, till next time guys <33

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ourloveisforthelovely · 11 months

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What Friends Are For

Regulus Black/Sirius Black AU

Summary: Sirius didn't believe that Regulus was a death eater. It takes seeing things for himself to realize that his little brother is gone.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Remus x Sirius

Rating: Teen

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“This place is falling apart.”

Sirius commented as he looked around the nearly deserted Diagon Alley. James and Remus only nodded in agreement. No one really wanted to accept that the place that once brought them so much joy as children was now shit wrecked due to the stupid war. Neither Remus, Sirius, nor James wanted to think about how much their worlds had changed since graduating from Hogwarts.

They were supposed to be young adults enjoying their time before settling down…but that wasn’t happening. All three men had to grow up much faster than they wanted to.

“Hopefully everything can get back to normal soon.”

James said hopefully. He wanted to be the optimistic one, as usual. James wanted to give Sirius and Remus something to smile about. He hadn’t seen his two best friends smile in some time.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Remus murmured. He knew that James wanted to be optimistic and didn’t have the will to knock the optimism out of him.

We could all use the optimism.

Remus thought as Sirius elbowed him in the side.

“What is it?”

Remus asked. Sirius motioned to the other side of the alley where none of that then Regulus stood. You stood next to him whispering lowly while looking around for anything “off.”

“Wonder what they are doing out here?”

Remus asked. Sirius rolled his eyes. He hadn’t seen his younger brother in some time. It really was no shock to Sirius that Regulus didn’t notice him. Regulus wouldn’t notice Sirius if the two men were trapped in a crowded elevator together. Sirius knew that part of this was Regulus’ own choice. To Regulus, Sirius was dead to him and Regulus didn’t talk to dead people.

That didn’t make the sting of seeing Regulus any less painful. Whether they were speaking or not, Sirius still cared for Regulus. Seeing his younger brother was just another brutal reminder that Sirius had missed so much of his younger brother’s life over the past two years.

No longer was Regulus the kid that Sirius remembered. Now Regulus was a grown man. He had definitely grown into his haughty good looks. Something about Regulus worried Sirius though. Something was “off.” Regulus looked as if he had been awake for too long. He looked exhausted and whatever the two of you were whispering about was probably the reason why.

“Maybe looking for furniture for their new dream home?”

James replied. It was no secret to Remus, Sirius, or Remus that you had agreed to marry Regulus. There was a ridiculous marriage announcement in the Daily Prophet that made Sirius gag. While Sirius wasn’t shocked that you were marrying Regulus (the two of you had been attached to each other since childhood) he was shocked to see the wary expression on your face. Typically, you were always smiling. You were the one happy piece to Regulus’ moody puzzle. Today, you didn’t smile at all.

Regulus placed a hand on the small of your back and led you into the shadows of Knockturn Alley.

“Is it me or does the happy couple look like they don’t want to be followed?”

Remus said. Sirius frowned a moment longer before going off after the two of you. He didn’t know what he was going to say when Regulus turned around and started throwing hexes at him but for now, Sirius didn’t care. If the two of you were up to something then he wanted to know about it.

Rumors of Regulus being a death eater had reached Sirius some time before but he never thought much of it. Even if the Blacks supported Voldemort, surely Regulus would use that brain of his to say no…or so Sirius thought. Regulus wouldn’t let him down like that.

No, not my brother. Slytherin or not, Regulus wouldn’t join some moron. Whether we talk or not, Regulus is still my brother and I know him.

Sirius nodded at the thoughts going through his mind. He didn’t want to accept that Regulus was no longer the dreamy-eyed boy who loved poetry and art. Regulus wasn’t the boy that had actual dreams of doing something good with his life…and Sirius would never believe otherwise. He knew that there was good in Regulus.

James and Remus hurried after Sirius. They had a feeling whatever they were about to witness would tear Sirius apart in some way. Unfortunately, they would have to be the ones to “pick up the pieces.”

Sirius stopped and quickly hid beside a wall as the two of you stopped outside of a dimly lit pub. He watched as Regulus turned around and glanced over his shoulder. Regulus was clearly looking out for anything that should raise concern. Sirius breathed a sigh of relief when Regulus seemed pleased with seeing nothing but darkness.

It was you that stopped Regulus before he moved to open the door. You looked suddenly afraid and started to speak rapidly to Regulus.

“Come on Reg, don’t be doing something stupid. Don’t be putting her in danger too.”

Sirius whispered to himself. Regulus reached out to cup your face before whispering softly. He gave you a gentle smile that made Sirius sigh a sigh of relief. Regulus was kind to you. The relationship didn’t look like the kind of relationship that Walburga and Orion had. Orion would have never, in a million years, looked at Walburga that way. He sure as hell wouldn’t have comforted her.

Regulus leaned down to kiss you as the door of the pub opened. None other than Augustus Rockwood stood on the other side. He looked between Regulus and yourself with a sickening smile.

“Password?”

He said loud enough for Sirius to hear…then came the kick in the balls Sirius wasn’t expecting. Regulus rolled up his shirt sleeve and there on his arm was the dark mark.

Reg, no!

Sirius yelled in his mind. Seeing the dark ink on Regulus’ snowy skin made every fiber of Sirius’ being go crazy. Like Regulus, Sirius wasn’t great at emotions (having them, sharing them, feeling them) now he was a hurricane of rage and sheer heartbreak.

Turning away, unable to watch anymore, Sirius turned and stormed back to where James and Remus stood. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes.

They knew.

“Sirius…”

James started but stopped when Sirius shook his head.

“I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t stay a moment longer.”

Sirius was gone in the blink of an eye leaving Remus and James alone. James took a breath before meeting Remus’ eyes.

“You should go after him. He’ll need you.”

Remus frowned.

“He’ll need you too. He is going to need the both of us more than normal.”

James only nodded. There was nothing more that either man could say that the other wasn’t already thinking. Both James and Remus knew that Regulus was a death eater. They had known for a long time but hoped they were wrong…for Sirius’ sake. Now, given his reaction, both knew their fears were confirmed.

“We’ve got him. That’s what best friends are for.”

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kissingghouls · 6 months

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From the prompts you posted…how about “are you ok?” with Phantom. Maybe a sibling finds a newly summoned Phantom wandering around in the middle of the night and they’re worried about him.

Anon, this was such a lovely idea and I am so so SO happy for this to be my very first prompt. 💜💜💜

Couch Club

Phantom x GN!Reader FLUFF and a dash of comfort. 1k words.

The abbey was always a strange place, but its creepiness increased tenfold in the dead of night. The haze of incense hung in the long, dark hallways like a fog that would never clear. It seeped into every inch of the grounds, riding on the echoes of rhythmic chants from the chapel and settling like a fine dust on the portraits of Papas past. The shadows seemed to multiply, collecting in corners until they appeared as solid shapes. One could never be sure if something might emerge from the darkness, but the shadows usually stayed shadows. Usually.

Sleepily you padded down the hall with your favorite blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. Insomnia was a special kind of hell—and not the fun one where things you were familiar with resided. It was a Sisyphean prison you were used to, but that didn’t make it any less annoying when all you wanted to do was go to bed. Instead, you haunted the hallways as usual, searching for something to occupy your over-active brain. The library was too far and probably locked after the last time a certain Papa had left an unbelievable mess in there after hours. The kitchens were too noisy and full of Siblings who would shoo you out of the way while they prepared baked goods for the entire abbey. Sometimes you would hang around the gardens and stare up at the sky while giving the stars new names, but it was far too cold out for that tonight.

You pushed your way into the common room, the heavy door groaning loud enough behind you to wake the dead. There was a corner of the sofa that you found particularly comfortable on nights like these, a little space you had claimed once upon a time and had fallen asleep in more than once.

As a tired yawn ripped through your body as you shuffled toward your tiny empire. A figure sat up and turned toward you in the dark, sending you stumbling backward over your blanket with a horrified scream. You landed with a crash, banging your elbow on the snack machine on the way down. It spit peanut M&Ms at you as the figure jumped over the back of the sofa, spewing a stream of apologies.

“Wha? Phantom?” you asked as the light from the hallway touched his face. The newly summoned ghoul offered you a sheepish smile. He hadn’t been around long, but the two of you had managed to become friendly in that short time, bonding over your collective love of old monster movies.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again as he lifted you from the floor. “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”

“I didn’t either,” you added with a laugh, trying to rub that awful feeling out of your elbow.

“I—I’m sorry I’ll get out of your way,” he mumbled and brushed past you.

“Hey,” you called softly after him. “You don’t have to leave. I’m pretty sure there’s room for both of us.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can find somewhere else to be.”

“Phantom? Are you ok?”

He forced a smile. “Yeah, sure. Well…no. I don’t know. It’s ok.”

You reached for his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Can I help?”

He stared down at your hand in his, flexing his fingers and gently closing them around yours again. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” you asked with a laugh.

“Yeah. It’s nice, you know?” He shook his head and swiped at his face. “Ugh, of course you don’t. I’m sorry, it’s just—I can’t get warm up here and the fire ghouls kick too much to try to sleep in one of their rooms. And everyone says I’ll get used to it eventually, but…no luck yet.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a hoodie, sweatpants, and the thickest pair of socks you’d ever seen. “Not even with those?”

He shook his head. “Mountain made these for me. He said they should help, but they kind of just make my feet sweat.”

You scrunched up your face. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, so…anyway shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Oh, I have trouble sometimes, so I come down here instead.”

“Does it help?”

“Most nights,” you replied with a shrug. “There’s something about that sofa that just works, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll uh get out of your way then.”

You cleared your throat nervously. “I’m pretty sure the sofa is big enough for both of us if you want to try it out.”

He couldn’t hide the little spark of magic in his eyes as they lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I get that corner though,” you told him, pointing to the space you liked.

“I think can live with that.”

“And don’t even think about putting your sweaty feet on me,” you warned.

He laughed and promised to keep his feet to himself as you both settled on the sofa. Limbs bumped in awkward positions followed by whispered apologies and tiny, embarrassed laughs. After several minutes and many different variations, you and the ghoul finally got comfortable under your blanket. He curled up against you, tangling his legs with yours as you draped an arm around his middle. The two of you began to fall asleep almost instantly, wrapped around each other in a way that finally allowed Phantom to feel warmth.

In the morning you found yourselves mostly in the same position, bodies pressed together so closely there was enough room for Rain to sit at the other end of the sofa. He shot you a little wave and went back to focusing on his cereal as Phantom groaned against your shoulder.

“I don’t want to be awake yet,” he whined and held you a little tighter. “I haven’t slept that well since I got here.”

“Glad I could help,” you managed through a yawn.

“Yes, thank you.” He followed up with a yawn of his own. “Whadda ya say we do this again sometime?”

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