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#i may be a piece of shit now but i was an innocent child back then
signedmio · 1 month
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Hi Hi Hiii!!
I just came across your blog for the first time and OMG YOUR CONTENT IS SO SILLY I LOVE IT AHENEGSNWVDBEGDEE (the aesthetic is <33)
That 300 thingy was so cute,too bad i missed it 😭😭
Anyways,
May I ask for some platonic! Alastor,Rosie,Zestial,Carmilla,Vox,Adam and Husk (don't be afraid to shorten the list if it's too many 😭 I usually give a lot so you can write those you have more inspiration for) with a child!reader that is stereotypically childish and just very energetic and happy? Like,they love bright colors,plushies,running around,climb on stuff,always are happy but overall is a very nice and polite kid and will behave if kept occupied? Maybe one day the kid isn't all happy like always and the character worried? (Idk you do you,I just want a silly little chaotic kid!reader 😭😭)
I love platonic stuff so yeah :3
Anyways,I hope you can and enjoy writing this!!
I hope you have a really nice day! Don't forget to drink water and have rest!!
Stay proud!
-Nina <3
AWEEE TYSM !! i’m glad you enjoy my content (as well the aesthetic of my blog hehe), dw tho!! i’ll def have more events similar to my 300 celly in the future ~
as of now, i do not write for zestial or carmilla, but other than that i can do the rest ! enjoy !
Adam, Alastor, Husk, and Rosie + Chaotic!Child!Reader
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Adam
He literally loves you to pieces bro, it makes him consider kids later on in his afterlife
Wrestling is constant with the the two of you, he’ll let ya beat him up for fun, he’ll swing ya around, anything ya want!!
Although, if you start swearing at a young age, now it’s thinks to him!
If he sees that the chaotic and fun kid he knows just isn’t feeling it today, he’ll plop down next to ya, try to make you laugh or smile, but if he gets no response? Crushed bro.
He’ll just be like “What’s wrong little bro?” with a 🥺 look on his :’)
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Alastor
Alastor wasn’t much of a kid person, well.. until he met you.
You were fun to be around - energetic, but also still polite, as well as entertaining
He would have you do some tasks, giving him less work, and it kept you occupied
Although one day, his charming little kiddo wasn’t their normal happy self.
Al would bend to your level, a soft smile on his face, “Young one, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”
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Husk
To be honest, kids weren’t really Husk’s thing, teenagers? Sure. But young children, eh…
Well, until he met you, you were polite, but still had a lot of energy and were fun to be around — but also knew when to shush.
He would especially love it when you would say the most out of pocket shit, and just not know, cause you’re just a kid!
But when he sees his little stinker without their usual smile, he’s concerned.
When you come to the bar with your little soft frown, Husk will lean over the counter to face you, whispering a small ‘Keep pushing tiger, ya got this.’
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Rosie
Rosie adores children of all ages, she’s a very motherly person, so it’s safe to say when you first stumbled into her emporium, clueless, she was more than delighted to help you!!
Once she got to know you, she was in awe about how a child could be more perfect, you were so grown yet so innocent, it was cute, really.
So when she sees you stumble back to her parlor, looking like you had just cried, her heart broke for you.
She’ll take your hand, and lead you off to your usual talking spot, giving you a cup a tea, “C’mon now, sweetie, what’s got ya in a funk? What can I do?”
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cherryycheoll · 3 months
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Spoiling - Xu Minghao
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hao justed wanted to spoil you, until you came across a specific shop and a dressing room.
pairings: hao x femangerissues!reader
warnings: big cock hao, very vocal reader, cursing, anger issuses reader, public sex, eating cum, suggestive convos between reader and hao, missionary, tongue kissing, pda, big chested reader aswell, sitting on hao's lap, touchy hao, nipple play, clit stimulation, overstimulation, crying, name calling such as (hao, jagi, babe, jagiya, baby, darling, love, etc)
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"hao.. my legs are getting sore" you said, all pouty. minghao has been spoiling you all day, buying you designer clothes, ice cream, shoes, etc all day in this mall. suddenly minghao sits down on a bench in the middle of the mall and pats his lap, "sit jagi, we can rest for a few minutes yeah?" he smirked at you.
you rolled your eyes at his antics and sat on his lap, burying your into his neck, inhaling his scent as he massaged you thighs. "legs are sore, hm? from what?. "from walking, babe. it hurtss" you whined out as he pressed your thighs harder. minghao had always massaged you if you had a bad day, no matter what.
if your legs, back, arm, neck, or whatever hurt, he would always massage you till you fell asleep. you slightly groaned in his neck as he moved his skilled hands on your clothed thigh. "cmon jagiya, lets get up now hm? we can rest when we get home" he lifted you off his lap and took all the designer bags as he followed you around the mall. "ooh! jagi look~" minghao turned you around, pointing at victorias secret.
he had a spark in his eyes as he looked at the place, he looked like a small child pointing at a toy. "darling please?? i wanna spoil you more~" hao whined in your ear as you finally agreed and walked into the store, taking a look around till a woman came up to minghao as you were a few inches away from him. "afternoon sir, may i help you with anything?" the woman asked with a slight smirk on her face.
you would beat her to a piece of sh- sorry. she better wipe that smug look off her face before i seriously hurt her, minghao cut off your thoughts as he said to the woman, "looking around for something for my girl, jagii~" he called out for you as you walked over to him. "hm?"
you hummed as you walked towards him. "nothing, just wanted to show this lovely worker here that i have a girl" he innocently smiled as the woman gave me a dirty look and walked off. "motherf-" minghao cut you off as he kissed you, to shut you up. as he pulled away you hit his chest playfully.
"hao!", you groaned. "calm down baby" he hugged you, hands around your waist as he rested his chin on your head as the woman watched you two in disgust. you lifted your hand to flip her off but minghao brought your hand down before you did. "calm down, jagiya. lets go find some lingerie for you, hm?" he asked, rubbing you waist to try and calm you down.
you broke out of his grip and walked away, still abit angry but you tried to brush it off. minghao called out your nickname and showed you a lacey, baby blue set. "damnn~ this would look good on you, wouldnt it hm? wanna try it on?" he said as he leaned closer to you. you hit his chest as you knew what he was implying. "horny ass" you rolled your eyes as you walked off to the changing rooms as he followed behind you.
once you got in the dressing room, minghao closed the curtain behind you as he sat down on the bench in the dressing room. "close your eyes" minghao obeyed and covered his eyes, waiting for your approval for him to open his eyes.
"open" you said. minghao uncovered his eyes as his mouth turned into a small o shape. ( literally minghao: \ (・о・)/ ). "h-holy shit jagi. you look gorgeous." he stood up as he pinned you against the wall. "just wanna fuck you right here, right now.." he smirked and stretched the lacey bra, only to let go and slap against your boob. "ow hao!" you pouted, but deep down minghao knew you were enjoying this.
"fuck.. can see your perky nipples through this. so hot.." he said as he pinched your nipples through the lacey fabric. "you look so pretty jagi, but its a shame to see this come off." he sat you down on the bench as he pulled off the panties and unclipped the bra. "hao, really? we're literally in a dressing room" you whined again.
"you know i cant resist you, and you know you want it too. i mean, look what you did to me love." he stood up properly, letting you see the tent in his shorts. you smirked as he took off his clothes aswell. "ready baby?" he asked, his dick twitching on your clit. "mhm~"
"words please jagi." he asked. "yes hao~" you whined, getting all sulky. he finally slid his cock into you, stretching you out once again as you moaned his name a little too loudly. "jagi, you gotta keep quiet, you dont want anyone walking in on us do you??" you shaked your head quickly as he thrusted in deeper, now finding your g-spot, but that wasnt all. he wasnt even fully in and you knew that.
you threw your head back and let out a the most pornographic moan hao had ever heard from you as he pinched your nipple inbetween his fingers as you clenched around him, making it harder for him to thrust. "mm~ jagiya.. calm down..please? youre squeezing me too hard, i might even cum.." he let go of your nipple and rubbed your clit as you let loose a little. you were still tight as hell but atleast minghao could thrust now.
minghao rubbed your clit faster with his thumb as his cock grazed against your cervix as you moaned so loudly he immediately kissed you to shut you up as he thrusted harder and faster into you, taking his finger off your clit and instead pinching your right nipple in his fingers, earning a muffled moan from you as he hadnt took his lips off yours.
he slipped his tongue into your mouth, your tongues dancing with each others as you clenched around him again even harder this time as you felt a knot in your stomach. minghao pulled away from you as he latched his lips onto your other nipple, sucking on it harshly. you couldnt stop squeezing his cock as his cock twitched as he thrusted in and out. "love..stop squeezing me like that, please~ gonna cum so hard in you.." hao looked up at you as his cock couldnt stop twitching inside you.
he could barely even thrust inside of you properly with your squeezing, you could feel his cocks veins pressing against your walls as you couldnt stop moaning. you two didnt give any shits anymore if somebody heard you and walked in. you both were just sex drunk right now. the knot in your stomach finally released as he pinched your nipple harder, you came on his cock, squeezing him so hard that he finally came aswell.
he kept on thrusting inside of you as you were milking his cock dry. minghao finally pulled out, yours and his cum oozing out of your hole as he smirked. he leaned down and stuck his tongue in your pussy, overstimulating you so much to the point where tears were rolling down your cheeks as he lapped up the cum and sat up next to you and wiped your tears. "sorry baby, got a little carried away" he chuckled as he placed a kiss on your forehead as he dressed you and himself.
you came limping out the dressing room, walking to the till as minghao payed for your things as you finally walked out the mall with 13 bags in his hands with different designer clothing brands on it. you both climbed into his car as he drove away. "damn, my legs were sore earlier but i cant even feel it now" you said as he chuckled, "sorry jagi, ill massage it later for you."
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hope you guys enjoyed!! sorry if its too long but i might be working on a part 2 soon, im actually proud of this 😭.
❧ cherryycheoll ֶָ֢
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webslingingslasher · 1 year
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hey! <3 i « really » like your writing so i was thinking.. is it okay if i ask for one inspired by the song 8teen by khalid?! i just think this song is adorable and i think it matches peter so well !! 🤗 and again i lOove your stories :)
i kinda struggled w this ngl, but i think it's cute!
Peter’s eyes are lit up with amazement as he looks at the roof of your car, battery operated lights and pins covering the felt ceiling. 
“So your parents just like, let you smoke weed in here?” 
You snort and smoke out of a pipe in your hand, “I mean my mom always yells at me cause she swears I’m gonna get pulled over one day, but for the most part as long as I don’t smoke in my room they don’t care.” 
He lights his half of the bowl, he inhales, exhales, coughs, then speaks. 
“Your parents are so cool, May would have my neck in a noose if I smoked in her car, or on the roof, or anywhere near the apartment or her, but yeah.” 
You met Peter in your art class at community college, you both just started dating without realizing. He’s new to the stoner stuff, he doesn’t mind it. 
It was easy with Peter and just a bit innocent, there was never any pressure, things just happened naturally. “You know, I never dated anyone before you.” 
You raise your eyebrows, “Oh? Well, you didn’t miss out much. Just watch, you’ll find out relationships suck sometimes,” you wink at his grin. 
“No, I was saving it.” 
You cough on your hit and pass it. 
“Saving what?” 
He laughs, it's child-like. It’s carefree and light and innocent and pure. 
“This.” He points around the car.
“All of this, this love. I saved it for someone like you, someone who lets me feel like a kid. I was so focused on school I missed out on all the dumb things kids do and I get to do it now, and it’s with someone I love more than I ever thought I could.” 
You smile and feel yourself warming up with pride and honor, you are filled up with love. 
You pick some small pieces of weed off your lap, you rub them between your fingers until they disappear. You clear your throat and look at him, he knows that look and is excited. 
“Well, if you wanna go do some stupid shit that young kids do, I know some places.” 
Peter buckles up, he cracks the window to help air it. He grips onto his seatbelt, “I gotta be prepared for anything. You’re high and taking us on the highway.” 
You laugh and buckle yourself in, you turn the car on and blast the heater. 
“That means you should trust me more than anything, I’m extra focused on not getting us arrested.” 
“You promise I’m not gonna smell when I get home? May will kill me.” 
You smirk before turning on your left blinker, you look for oncoming traffic. Before you turn out you look back at him. 
“Isn’t that the point?” 
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The Car [a Jay & Frankie fic]
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Fandom: Triple Frontier
Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**
Warnings: Fighting, real talk, period mention, make up sex, nipple play, nipple orgasm, piv sex, cum on tits, cum eating, typical jay and frankie banter, pet names daddy and mommy.
Words: 3,282
Summary: Jay and Frankie have an argument about the car, and discover something new and exciting during the make up sex.
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Alma is happily drooling in the baby carrier while Jay looks for the car keys. It’s not a common occurrence in the Ray-Morales household to have lost one’s keys – both she and Frankie are tidy people – but it’s not her own keys she’s looking for.
"You're coming by Tom's later?" Frankie appears in the entry, leaning over Alma's carrier to cuddle the baby. Jay hums non-committally as she stands with her hands on her hips, trying to figure out where Frankie would keep the keys to his truck, if not in the bowl on the side table by the door.
"Come by anytime," Frankie tells her, smiling at his daughter. "No reason to give granny any more time than absolutely necessary, right, Almalita? A quick lunch with granny, then return to base before the old bat does any damage."
"That's not fair," Jay remarks acidly. Her mother has really turned a new leaf, is treating Jay with respect, and is a wonderful grandmother to Alma. Frankie, however, doesn't forget a wrong done to his loved ones.
"Just saying," he shrugs, holding Alma's little feet and kicking them back and forth, much to the baby's delight.
"Yeah, well, it's getting really old, this ragging on my mom. She's helping out, respecting our boundaries, and hasn't said a single word of disencouragement since we reconnected," Jay reprimands him. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't teach our kid to hate her grandmother."
"Okay, sorry," Frankie apologizes sincerely. He may not like Dorothy, but he doesn't want to stand in his child's way of having a relationship with her grandmother. "I was out of line."
"Thank you." Jay opens the drawer of the side table again, more thoughtfully now than in an actual search for the keys.
"You lost something?"
"Alma's chew toy."
"She's holding it?"
Jay looks over at the baby. "Oh, right." She looks at Frankie, sees his questioning frown, then realizes that there's a small bulge in one of his back pockets that makes one flat ass cheek stand out. He's got the keys. New tactic. She walks up to Frankie, smiling.
"What would I do without you?" Hands on his waist, Jay leans in for a sweet kiss, one that Frankie happily accepts.
"You'd be fine, and you know it," he grins, before stealing another kiss. Jay lets her hands slide down to his ass, copping a playful feel with one hand as the other sneaks into the back pocket. Just as she's about to grab the keys, Frankie takes a step back.
"Gotcha!"
"What?" Jay's not good at playing innocent, but she does try.
"You were trying to get my keys! You want to borrow my car!" Frankie accuses her, amused. "You know, you can just ask me."
"Fine," Jay rolls her eyes. "Can I borrow your truck?"
"What's wrong with the Rogue?"
"You know what's wrong with it!"
"The only thing that's wrong with that car is your attitude towards it," Frankie sighs, seeing very clearly where this is going. "I need my truck today, I'm picking up boards for Tom's patio."
"I don't understand why he doesn't do that himself," Jay mutters as she starts to gather up her things to leave. Her tits feel tight; she’s due for her period, and it’s making her feel shitty.
"Because his truck is a piece of shit, and it's in the shop."
"The Rogue is a piece of shit and I won't drive it."
"Jay, for fuck's sake." Frankie crosses one arm over his chest and rubs his forehead with the other hand. "We agreed that we needed a new car because the Bronco had no backseat, and it wasn't safe for a baby. We made the decision together - "
" - you made it, I had no choice - " Jay interjects sourly, glaring at him.
"We made the decision together, and you had every opportunity to suggest a car that wasn't a Nissan Rogue, but every car you named cost at least thirty grand, and you know we can't afford that!"
"We could've just kept my car!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jayne, I'm not having this fight with you again," Frankie sighs, throwing up his hands. It's not the first time Jay's being bitchy about having to give up her beloved Bronco, and the car was sold months ago. The Nissan Rogue may not be sexy or particularly adjusted to off-road driving, but there is absolutely no need for a car like that. What they needed was a good family car, and the Rogue, albeit unsexy, was exactly that. To say that Jay's having a hard time adjusting to the change is an understatement: she borrows Frankie's pickup as much as she can, and he doesn't mind, but today he needs the truck himself.
"That's easy for you to say, you get to drive a real car, not some plastic pussy abomination!" Jay raises her voice and Alma, who up until now has been happy in her carrier, wrinkles her little face into a worried grimace. Frankie's with her in a heartbeat, smiling down at her and stroking one finger over her cheek.
"It's okay, Almalita, you're okay."
"I have to get going," Jay tells him curtly, taking her jacket and putting on her shoes. Wordlessly, Frankie hands the carrier over to her, and Jay leaves, slamming the door poignantly.
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It's past Alma's bedtime when Frankie comes back from Tom's, tired but satisfied after a day of working with his hands. He finds Jay on the couch watching TV, but she does turn it off when he comes in and sits down next to her.
"Hi," he says quietly. Jay meets his gaze head first. God, he loves her fearlessness.
"Hi yourself."
"Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah. You?"
"It was okay. We got a lot done."
"Good."
"You didn't come by, and you didn't reply to my text."
Now Jay's gaze falters, and she raises her chin a little. "I read it."
"So my phone told me."
"I didn't want to come and sit there with Molly and the kids like some sort of wife," she finally snaps, but without any real vehemance. In fact, she sounds more despairing than anything else. Frankie sighs deeply.
"Jay..."
"I know, I know," Jay interrupts him. "I'm being stupid and hormonal and need to calm my tits, right?"
"That's not what I was going to say, and you know that."
Now she's glancing at him again. "I know."
"What's up, amor? Talk to me."
Those three magic words that they once agreed should be the foundation of their relationship. Jay can't ignore them, but she's struggling to put her annoyance into words.
"I do think it's hormones," she finally presses, loath to admit it. "I'm due for my period, and I'm... hormonal."
It's almost funny how she says the word like she's admitting to something a lot more embarrassing, but Frankie finds it hard to laugh. He knows how much Jay hates being stereotyped because of her sex, how hard she fights it.
"Okay," he acknowledges, "are you in any pain? Is there something we can do to fix it?"
"Tits are still sore," she throws him a small grin, and he grins back. While enjoying a quickie in the morning, Frankie had been strictly forbidden to touch them.
"It's going to be over soon."
"But it's not just that. I can deal with this."
Frankie waits for her to continue. Jay sighs deeply and leans back on the couch, pulling her legs up and sliding a hand over Frankie's back. Her need to be physical is endearing. Even when she's mad or sad or whatever, she wants to stay connected to him.
"I was afraid that having a baby would change things," she finally says, slowly as if she's looking for every word. "Change how people see me. How they treat me."
Frankie knows this. He had a front row seat during the entire pregnancy, saw how people reacted differently to her in public when she started to show. Before, he could walk around town with her like the couple of nobodies that they are. As soon as Jay was visibly pregnant, people started to notice her, smile at her, make way for her, ask her in the supermarket checkout line when she was due. She fucking hated it, and Frankie was witness to her snapping at people more than once. He himself felt neglected in the baby supply stores, where the salesperson always seemed to think that the mother was the only one who read up on car seats and birthing processes. It became very clear which parent society seemed to think was the more important one.
"I know, but we've talked about this," he tells her gently. "People are assholes, and we'll just do our thing."
"It's not just strangers anymore, Frankie," Jay points out quietly. "It's our friends, too."
"Who? And when?" Now he's staring at her, perplexed at her revelation. He hasn't noticed anything unusual but then again, he's aware of being blind to some things.
"It's not anyone in particular or anything specific," she shrugs. "But something's definitely happened. Mom talks to me differently now that I'm in the club of child-bearing women."
"Yeah, but your mom's - "
"Yes, thank you," she interrupts him sharply, and Frankie’s wise enough to shut up.
"The guys are different, too. I can't put my finger on it, but they are. It's like they expect me to whip out my tits at any given moment, and start spraying milk around."
"That image is disturbing," Frankie chuckles, shaking his head. "Jay... I can't say I've noticed anything. But if you say that things have changed, I believe you. Am I doing something wrong?"
She looks at him, puzzled, like she never even thought about it.
"I don't think so?"
"I need you to tell me if I am."
"I would." Now she smiles wryly. "You know I would."
"You wouldn't tell me, you'd yell it into my face," Frankie agrees with a snigger. Jay slaps his hand lightly before caressing it.
"I don't know what's up with me," she sighs. "I just... miss that fucking Bronco."
"Maybe the Bronco represents childfree life, the kind of life we had before Alma," Frankie suggests, not really knowing what he's after. "Maybe you're coming to realize that life has changed completely now that we have a kid."
"It sounds like you think I regret having kids," Jay accuses him, but he can hear that she's contemplating his words. He shakes his head immediately.
"I don't think for one second that you regret us having a child! But life is different now."
"Yeah," she nods, "I'm driving a goddamn Nissan Rogue instead of a proper car."
"If that's what your head is telling you to focus on, maybe it's an outlet," Frankie shrugs, "But I'm getting a little tired of hearing about that Bronco."
"How dare you..." Jay starts, but with a smile tugging at her lips. The rest of her warning disappears into the kiss Frankie gives her. He grins smugly at her before cupping her cheek and dragging his large thumb over her lips.
"You know that you can use my truck whenever you want to, Jay, but I really needed it today."
"I know," she mutters. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. And I get it. So much has happened in the last two years. Now we're about to move and all, you still have school... It's a lot. But can we please stop talking about that fucking car?"
"No promises," she quips, and Frankie gives her a soft shove.
"Come on."
"No. I'm gonna sulk about that car for the rest of my life."
"Mula."
"Pendejo."
Frankie leans in to nuzzle her neck. "You know what it does to me when you speak Spanish..."
"It's not supposed to."
Frankie only hums as he continues to scatter little kisses along Jay's skin. She relaxes a little, sighing softly and giving in to his gentle ministrations.
"Can we have angry makeup sex?" Frankie murmurs, his hand finding her thigh and following its curve to her ass cheek. "You're so hot when you're angry."
"You take that back," Jay growls, finding the back of his head and pulling at his hair.
"See, that's exactly what I mean..." Her tight hold of his hair makes him even more turned on, and now he covers her mouth with his, plunges his tongue into her, kisses her breathless. Jay allows it, enjoys it, but when he moves some of his weight on top of her, she pushes back.
"My tits are too sore.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“I’m not sure you can handle it,” Jay scoffs.
“Oh no…?”
He’s always up for the challenge. Carefully, he takes Jay’s t-shirt off, then pops her bra open and releases her tits.
“Hello, girls,” he tells them fondly, catching Jay’s eyeroll. “Careful, or your eyes’ll stay like that.”
“Aren’t they already from living with you?”
“You have such a mouth on you today,” he tuts as he settles comfortably on breast height. A feathery touch of his fingers on the outside of one breast makes Jay sigh.
“That’s nice…”
“Is it now?” Frankie looks up at her with a smile that somehow manages to be both tender and teasing at the same time. Jay smiles back, subdued by Frankie’s light touch and the natural way he adjusts to her needs to make her feel good. He starts to circle her nipple with one finger before very lightly pinching it. Pleasure zaps through Jay, drawing a first moan from her lips.
“Not too rough?” Frankie checks in, and Jay shakes her head.
“Just perfect.”
He does it again, and lowers his mouth to her other breast. His tongue starts to circle the nipple, occasionally passing over it, all the while his fingers keep softly teasing the other. Jay’s eyes fall shut as the pleasure rises unexpectedly. Her tits always were erogenous but with the added sensitivity of her forthcoming period, the sensations are on a completely new level.
“God, Frankie,” she moans when he scrapes his mustache over her rock hard nipple before taking it into his mouth to tenderly suckle it. The tight soreness of her tits right before her period started after Alma was weaned – thank you merciful God it didn’t while Jay was still breast-feeding – and now Frankie skillfully keeps her teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. It’s not the first time sex with Frankie does that, almost makes her hurt, but it’s definitely the first time her breasts are in focus of the titillation.
He takes his time, Jay has no idea how much of it, and doesn’t care to know. There is nothing to know except the way he’s making her tits feel, the way he’s teasing her, torturing her, making her wet, yearning, writhing.
The thought passes through her head but gains no hold as everything is liquid, flowing sensation. Frankie goes on with the same kind of purpose he shows when eating pussy, and Jay’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. God knows not all women have partners who like the saggy, post-nursing tits. Frankie not only likes hers: he’s even crazier about them than ever before.
The sensation rises slowly but steadily until it explodes without warning, so suddenly that it takes even Jay by surprise. Shouting out, her body trembling, she anchors herself to Frankie by digging her fingers into his shoulders. He goes on lapping, caressing, gently squeezing, until she comes down, gasping for breath, huge blue eyes trying to focus on his face. Only then does he stop, and come up for a soft kiss.
“Fuck, baby, that was so fucking hot,” he tells her, shifting on top of her to avoid her now throbbing boobs. Jay doesn’t let go of him, her eyes still glassy as she searches his face.
“You knew I could do that?” she whispers hoarsely, amazed and puzzled at the same time, her brain still slow after the unexpected orgasm. Frankie smiles bashfully.
“I figured when you started to move like you do when I eat your pussy.”
She has nothing to say to that, only draws a deep, trembling breath. Frankie kisses her forehead.
“What was it like?”
“Um…” Fumbling for words, Jay wets her lips. “Like… an orgasm? But like, for the entire body, or… maybe more centered along the spine?”
“Was it stronger?”
“In a way, but… Frankie, I don’t know.” She looks almost shy, something of a giggle escaping her. Jay is neither shy nor giggly. It’s fucking adorable. Frankie dips to kiss her again, his chest pressing up against hers. Jay whimpers immediately, and he backs off, sitting up astride her.
“Sore?”
“So fucking sensitive,” she acknowledges, hands following the curves of her tits carefully. “Jesus, Frankie…”
“You think you can do it again?”
“Christ, no! I’d fucking die!”
“Not tonight, amor, I don’t have another 45 minutes in me.”
“45 minutes?” She gapes at him. Frankie gestures with his left hand, bringing attention to his wrist watch.
“I happened to check the time right before I started, and I just checked again. 45 minutes.” He looks proud of himself, and Jay has to grin.
“Daddy does have the stamina…”
“Daddy has a raging boner that he needs to stick into mommy right now, or his balls will explode,” Frankie tells her unceremoniously, the image of Jay cupping her tits underneath him making him very aware of his own needs.
“If mommy doesn’t mind?” he adds chivalrously, making Jay laugh as she reaches for the waistband of his pants.
“Mommy has a nice warm place for daddy to put it in…”
He doesn’t need long, and most of his energy is directed at Jay’s tits, making sure they don’t jiggle so much that they cause her discomfort. She keeps them in check with her hands, head thrown back as he fucks her steadily, sitting up with her thighs draped over his, holding her by the hips as he chases his imminent release. As his balls start to tighten, he has to resist the urge to go faster, instead finding his tongue to speak.
“Jay, can I cum on your tits?”
Her head snaps up for a breathless Yes! and moments later, Frankie pulls out, grabs his dick and pumps it a few times, groaning as he paints her boobs with thick ropes of cum. He stares at the mess, at her soft flesh, the stiff nipples, the rosy hue of the skin, the white jelly of his seed. Embarrassment pokes its unwanted head up to remind him how cheap and pornographic this is, but he sits back on his heels and shakes away the feeling, basking instead in the glorious view before him. Goddammit, he loves her so much. She’s perfect in every way.
He leans down over her and very gently licks her tits clean, enjoying her small whimpers and the way her skin tastes when salted with his spend. He then comes up to kiss her, ravish her mouth with his one more time before he, too, needs to catch his breath. Jay’s eyes flutter open and she smiles at him; a warm, loving smile that makes him just melt inside.
“I’m still real mad about the car,” she whispers, and Frankie starts to laugh, just as the baby monitor crackles and Alma’s blubbering comes through.
“I’ll go,” Frankie offers, getting up from the couch and reaching for his pants on the floor. As he leaves the living-room, he glances back and sees Jay stretch delightfully, a satisfied smile on her face.
God, he’d do anything for her.
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Frick I know nothing about the hunchback of notre dame, but the uh. The post thingy. With the goth bf and Rollo. Now I’m imaging a childhood friend who has a crush on Rollo, but is too scared to be true to himself so he pushes his feelings down cause he’d rather be just a friend to Rollo than have Rollo hate him. The friend suppresses so many parts of himself in order to stay close to Rollo, always putting up with his words, his choices in fashion, his, uh, views on other species, his homophobia that the fandom has decided he has, everything.
The friend is determined to stay by Rollo, even though the friend really likes wearing black, even though the friend really likes other species and their cultures, even though the other friend has a gay crush on his childhood best friend who would hate him if he ever found out his secrets.
The childhood friend tears himself to pieces to stay by Rollo because he’s that in love with him, even though he just knows Rollo will never like him back in the way he wants him to. And when the friend sees Rollo’s, ah, fascination with Malleus? He’ll bite his tongue and smile and encourage Rollo to follow his heart he thinks he’s such a hypocrite for that.
Who would this character be twisted from? Like I said, I know nothing of the hunchback of notre dame. Did this even make sense? Please tell me if not and I’ll try to explain better >.<
- SpadeHearts Anon
So @marrondrawsalot and I came came up with this the other night. Solely because we really like the long haired NPC boy and decided he deserves to be a character.
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His name is Morgana and I suggested he be twisted in part with the Priest in Hunchback. The one that's always calling out Frollo. Because In the movie, without getting too deep into it, just the opening, Frollo was going to kill baby Quasimodo after unintentionally killing his mother. But the priest of the cathedral stops him in time and tells him he's spilling innocent blood on the steps of Notre Dame and to atone for his sin, he must raise the child himself for killing the mother. And then we have the plot. He pops up a couple more times to tell Frollo he can't pull his shit in the church.
But Morgana is the resident goth boy, and if you look at his hair, he has the same bangs as Malleus. So Yuu gets the bright idea to give Morgana a little makeover, make him look extra handsome to get Rollo's attention, since it's obvious he has a type but is too deep in denial. Morgana is down for all of this, because he genuinely has a crush on Rollo and is willing to shoot his shot. Rook and Epel have Vil on the phone the whole time to help with he makeover. Vil is pissed he's missing all this, and that they found someone with so much model potential.
Meanwhile, Malleus and Morgana become friends, because they both have a lot of similar interests. Morgana may or may not decide to transfer to NRC after this whole ordeal, because Noble Bell isn't as accepting, and Night Raven is significantly more chill. And he knows Rollo will follow him.
So yeah, Rollos goth bf Morgana.
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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
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We don’t, nor do we ever, need to see Eddie’s biological father because we already have his dad. Wayne fucking Munson. (FYI I made myself sad writing this so it may be a bit of an emotional ride oops)
Wayne, who gave Eddie birthday and Christmas money to help him save up for his first ever guitar. Eddie ended up buying a secondhand acoustic guitar from a garage sale and treasured it. His parents didn’t care to pay for him to have lessons, so Wayne would ask one of his friends from work to teach him every now and again. 
Wayne, who, the moment his brother was sent to prison and his sister-in-law abandoned her son, took Eddie in without even a moment of hesitation. He gave him his room in the trailer without thinking twice and bought a camping bed for him to use at night time, making sure he was awake and the bed was put away before Eddie was up and about getting ready for school. 
Wayne, who became his legal guardian after fighting tooth and nail for him because his piece of shit brother wasn’t going to be out of prison any time soon and Eddie’s mom signed away her rights to him because he was ‘too much to handle’ and ‘a burden’. 
Wayne, who picked him up from school after his first fight in middle school and disciplined him but also made sure he was okay and taught him how to throw a punch properly in case he ever needed to defend himself against his bullies again. 
Wayne, who barged into Hawkins Middle when Eddie came home one day battered and bruised because a gang of older kids had beat him up. The bullying didn’t stop, but it became less frequent after he threatened to see the parents of every single child involved in hurting his boy. 
Wayne, who taught Eddie how to shave and even bought him his own shaving kit so they could shave together the first few times until he got the hang of it. He had a few small nicks and cuts on his cheek and jaw because he wasn’t good at it at first, but Wayne applied band aids with little bats and skulls on them and told him how metal he looked. That was when Eddie first started embracing his love of metal music. 
Wayne, who agreed to take Eddie to buy an electric guitar of his own when he saved up enough from this part-time job he had that he wouldn’t tell him about. He could tell from the smell on is clothes he was probably dealing drugs, and he scolded him for it, but he gave up when Eddie insisted he do it to help pay rent and bills until he could get a real job after high school and ‘look after his uncle properly’. He would give him small bits of change here and there that he could afford to spare to help him save up. When he finally had enough, he drove Eddie to the guitar shop himself and let him pick out his favourite one, taking a photo of him holding it and grinning from ear to ear. 
Wayne, who always referred to Eddie as ‘my boy’ and ‘my son’ when talking to his friends and coworkers. One time, Eddie brought him his packed meal he forgot to take with him and Wayne introduced him to everyone, saying “this here is my son, Edward. Best kid I’ve ever known”. Eddie went back to the trailer afterwards and couldn’t stop smiling. 
Wayne, who Eddie occasionally called him Dad by accident but was never corrected by him. To him, Eddie was his son - his boy - and he couldn’t be prouder to be able to call him that. 
Wayne, who fiercely believed in his son’s innocence when everyone accused him of murder and called him every name under the sun. While the cops were trying to arrest him and the townspeople wanted to hurt him, he wanted to find him and hold him in the tightest hug he could give him because he knew he didn’t do it and he needed his son to know that too. 
Wayne, who mourned for his son when Dustin handed him that guitar pick necklace that Eddie treasured so much. He held it so tight he was afraid to crush it or damage it because it was one of the only things he had left of him apart from that photo he took of him buying that electric guitar, which he kept in his wallet to look at and smile at when he was at work. 
Wayne, who still hopes and preys that his boy is out there and somehow survived the earthquake because Eddie is strong and resilient and he won’t rest until he either finds him alive or is able to bury him and give him the send off he deserves. 
Wayne, who was much more of a dad and father figure to Eddie than his biological father could ever dream to be. 
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fullfil.
send me to hell won't tier my pieces back as while love for you doesn't grow up upon dirt mud this grows my backbone can grow from my barehead on the bus if mean hallucination when all i did for you i wasn't with her & if love when true could feel warm & dozen of red roses & blue for all pain in my heart can feel tru, & train rides at nyc dow my robe can't shines if staring would be stars if we'd been high & city is ghostly can sounds bigger than your nightmares & can too be dreams, at least surely.
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Away? she baby pink.
cherry lemonade sugar for breakfast strawberry jam for nothing we all hate strawberries & jam is for when i wake.
love is a riden through lavender air my daughter would hate.
another mommy take smokes all daddy's weed & mouth to hiphop club she is in some rebel heart like millie jackson would came back to prision @ Cemetary Gates. a park 'bout your favorite pill, daddy.
go like jordan, hit up 'em style. needed road gun, & she said fire gun to met glam & give up we'd be there.
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& if miss snort glue,
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on lollipops 'Cuz.
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shore all beside my little girl dolly,
sun marmot light of Italia & cali to feesh your mind,
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touching her is touching me & she will love mommy more & money more all i know i'm bored off daddy that's sponch
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take like she was JFK & she seems such a beauty & no born & self devotion paradise isn't even closer:
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Thee me & U down sometimes i just wished for you to be dead you was boring then you become a drug dealer,
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my eyes roll
threel of pain.
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A fair warning with the update of terms of service on Tumblr
I may post some of Simones more mature moments onto my page now that the ban has been somewhat lifted
Simone Borg for those that don't know is one of my P.I.X.A.L Lineage OCs or the Borg Siblings.
However she is the black sheep of the Borg Family, all the art I've posted here is her more innocent appearing moments, imma come out and say it she's a stripper and this is the side I kept out of Tumblr due to the Terms of Service
Well as of today these have been updated Fictional is somewhat back to being allowed so I am going to test the waters.
For me the reason I'm bringing this onto my Tumblr page is because I want her representation to be properly restored she has a dark history that I would love for her to be properly able to be explored everywhere I take her.
She's not just a former drug addict, she was the only one disowned by Cyrus Borg because of her behavior although he still paid for an apartment. He cut off her allowance, personally would go get groceries if she wanted them so he wouldn't have to hand over cash to her.
So she in desperation went and became a stripper, a prostitute and whatever else to make shit to get her fix.
Something did spook her back into semi soberity. But she's still just as chaotic and unhinged and nobody knows why. Not Cyrus not her family or siblings, they don't know why she slipped and fell so hard.
For me she is an important piece of representation that no matter how much money you may have how much support you have unless the person really truly wants better in life they aren't going to change and that this can affect everyone.
I've been told in the past nobody wants to see this kind of realism they said and I quote, nobody wants to be reminded of things they suffer from day to day, nobody needs or wants that kind of realism. If I am honest, they made me very uncomfortable in the fact that they also admitted to removing racism in their works just because a few people said that it made them uncomfortable, that's the whole point of writing, it's supposed to get you thinking and if it makes you uncomfortable good! Not everyones life is a high upper middle class bubble where we can ignore such issues a majority of us deal with that bullshit and judgement.
It isn't most people it was just you and your group that all lived High or middle class lives and never developed the ability to have empathy towards the lower classes and the hardships they go through. You definitely were sheltered you just don't want to admit it even a traumatized child can be sheltered through childhood.
I know as a disabled person I've received countless comments, I've had friends who had racist remarks made at them just because of the color of their skin and status in society this is why I write this because people like that just want to shove it away because a few people got uncomfortable.
So again this is a fair warning, because I'm the one that makes things realistic I'm the one who tries to have representation of every single community and the problems that they go through because I myself living in the hardest neighborhood of my town witnessed that growing up I knew as a writer I wanted this represented in my writings.
I wanted this part of reality represented and if that meant I needed to do it then so be it.
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Thank you for so many drake headcannons and stuff!! ❤️ Reading them made me realize I may have some sort of attraction towards drake 😂
Maybe if you have the time, some headcannons of drake and Birdie with kids?
FINALLY, getting to this! I understand, Drake is babyboi. ♥️
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Soooo, onto the kids! First of all, Drake and birdie would adopt.
I've said this before: in my stories, the women in the Marines sign up for monthly injections that works as contraceptives and keep their period short, scarce, and painless, courtesy of Dr. Vegapunk. This means that, in order to have kids, Drake and birdie would have to talk, decide about it, then birdie would have to actively withdraw from the birth-control program before they start trying to conceive.
Honestly, birdie isn't the motherly type, nor I can see her very much into the idea of having children. Drake maybe, supposing they're now living in peaceful times (so the war for the One Piece is over, everything is fine, they got married, etc). Under these circumstances, he may be able to talk birdie into it, slowing letting the idea of a family grow on her.
[just so you know, I think I got carried away with the headcanons below]
So let's say they're both on board with having kids now. Adoption seems like the most alluring option for them. Look at their job and upbringing: going from island to island combating pirates, seeing the mess brutal men leave behind, including World Government-sanctioned misery. How many orphans would they lay eyes on? How many desperate, innocent people? And it's not something they can't relate too. Birdie is an orphan herself, she knows all too well what it means to grow up alone and unwanted. Drake, on the other hand, was stuck with an emotionally and physically abusive father that both neglected him and used him as a slave-warrior. It only feels natural that, after discussing about starting a family, they dock on an impoverished island once again for their next mission, they see abandoned children on the streets, left to fend for themselves, they look at each other and... they just know what they are going to do.
Not to mention that, secondarily, this would also save birdie the trouble to go through pregnancy, delivery, and breastfeeding when she's an active marine and is not looking forward to any of that. Although I do know that some of you were looking forward to such headcanons, but I promise I can still give you that, we can make up a scenario where she gets pregnant by accident against all odds (we've touched upon it in another ask already), you just have to ask. For this one, I'll carry on with the adopted kids.
the first is from a mission on a very poor island overrun by gangs, with lots of kids on the streets
after the mission, birdie is wandering by herself and sees a young child in rags (5-6?) finding out that bullies tore apart his illustrated book, his only treasure, and bawling his eyes out
maybe he reminds her of herself, maybe it's just mercy, but she decides she's not gonna leave him there
as she approaches him, she thinks back to the first time she met Aokiji and his "Do you want to join the Marines?"
despite that being her rescue, she's not gonna say anything like that, so she just asks the child if he wants to go away with her
he is very intimidated at first, but he caves when she tells him he can get more adventure books
as they walk back to the warship, he takes her hand for comfort, which startles her a little at first, but she doesn't let go
when Drake sees them approaching, he raises his eyebrow to birdie
she shrugs, "you said you wanted kids" then passes by him carelessly
he pauses for a minute before going "W-Wait, WHAT"
they take the sea, the kid is a bit scared at first, especially with the marines, but he soon becomes engrossed with watching the infinity of the sea
he has lice and shit, so the first thing birdie does is drawing a bath and wash him thoroughly. then she cuts up some uniform and makes him new clothes
he's not at ease with big men, so he gets quite attached to birdie soon
he likes to talk about the hero of his book, the One Piece, and the small animals he used to search and observe on the island
he loves that she lets him talk, even if she doesn't say much, because nobody ever listened to him before
there's not much for a kid to do on a warship, so she's grateful he likes to talk. Although at some point she has to start telling stories herself to keep him distracted
he loves it. this woman seems to know so much about the world, she must've been everywhere! and she fought pirates, bandits, monsters! and she's kind! even if she pretends she's not
initially, Drakes intimidates him quite a bit: he's huge, stern, and everyone treats him with respect & does as he says (he's the commanding officer after all)
well, except birdie, she doesn't seem to care much - she's already a badass in the kid's eyes
the child spends most of his indoor time in the cabin with her, but Drake comes in at night too, so he becomes quiet and shies in a corner
Drake is relegated to sleep on the little couch because the bed is now for birdie and the kid
every night he tries to spark a conversation with the child by asking him what he did today and whether he enjoyed, but the kid just cowers away
Drake is actually a little heartbroken, although he doesn't show it
birdie teases him about it, she says it's because of his scary stern look
when she realizes he's actually lowkey sad, she starts including him in her goodnight stories for the kid, encouraging them to interact
Drake sucks at this
he tries his best, but whatever detail he adds to birdie's stories is either too scary or dull as hell, and the kid just stares at him with wide eyes
he's very depressed
until, one night, he inserts a dragon in the tale
that works
the kid is interested, and Drake gets so enthusiastic that he starts adding a lot of useless details about the dragon's hunting habits, its biology, the shape of its scales, the mechanisms that allow it to breathe fire, etc
birdie is actually annoyed that she can't continue her story because this nerd keeps ranting
but the kids loves it. he asks more questions, he rails Drake up
soon they're a couple of reptile-nerds discussing dragons on the bed
birdie smiles and quietly leaves to take over the night shift
when they arrive in Marineford, they go directly to register him as their son
everyone is shocked, but they act like it's the most natural thing in the world. they also take two weeks off to help the child adjust
the kid is a little overwhelmed by seeing Marineford, with all the buildings, the soldiers, and the citizens, and no dirt, rags, or beggars
so they start slow, by taking him to their place and telling him that this is his new home
he cries, they panic
it's gonna be a long journey, learning how to parent
Drake immediately clears a room for him (probably his office) and turns it into a children room
he also cooks a big dinner, with chicken, spinaches, mashed potatoes, etc. the kid cries again and they panic again
after dinner, they bath him and put him in his new bed
he asks if he can sleep with birdie, and Drake says no, gently but firmly
later, as Drake and birdie bath together, he says that it's important to set this boundary, or else he'll want to sleep with them all the time
they also talk about how their life suddenly changed, and even if they both try to put on a cool facade, they can barely contain their excitement and happiness
they go to bed, and the kid appears after half an hour asking again if he can sleep with them
Drake caves immediately
birdie subtly glares at him as the kid dives into their bed, but Drake looks away
the day after, birdie takes the child to choose some new books and toys
the kid is still overwhelmed by Marineford, but he asks a lot of questions and birdie explains about the Marines and the HQ, the town, etc.
by the time they're home, Drake has prepared another great meal for lunch, with sweets for dessert
birdie tells him that he's spoiling the kid too much and he scoffs
after lunch, the child suddenly gets all dejected and asks when will he have to go back
the two are shocked and tell him this is his life now
the child has a hard time believing them, it's clear
later, birdie and Drake discuss that they should be followed by a psychologist, because this is a very brusque change for an orphan from the streets
they get the best on the island
thanks to all their efforts, the child slowly adjusts to his new life
Koby comes over often to see him, the kid likes him immediately
other people are enthusiast: Hibari, Tashigi, Helmeppo... even Smoker comes and brings a present for the kid
the kid is actually scared of Smoker. he brushes it away, but he's also secretly heartbroken
after two weeks, Drake goes for a mission. the kid cries when they tell him Drake is going away for some time, and Drake almost calls his mission off - then birdie kicks him out
in the next few weeks, the child is a little sad and continuously asks when Drake is gonna be back
birdie does her best to keep him distracted
Drake manages to call a couple of times and the kid monopolizes the conversation on the Den Den Mushi. birdie thinks back to when they used to call each other during missions, how relieved they were of talking through the receiver and knowing they were fine, how they missed each other and it was only about them... she realizes their life has now changed forever, they have a new treasure, something to protect at all costs - this is the first time it downs on her that she's a mother now
the kid is ecstatic when Drake is back, he monopolizes him again to the point he and birdie can hardly exchange a quick kiss before the child drags him to his room to show him his new book on reptiles
that night, Drake confesses to her that he had the father epiphany too while he was on the mission, specifically when he heard the child's voice through the Den Den Mushi
the first time birdie goes on a mission is worse
the kid throws a tantrum when she leaves and cries a lot while she's gone
Drake has a hard time handling him alone, but he tries his best to keep him happy
at the beginning, he attempts to reassure him, then distract him. when it doesn't work, exasperated, he admits he misses birdie too
surprisingly, this calms the kid down, like he feels he has to keep it together to make Drake feel better too
to keep his mind occupied, Drake shows him his hybrid form
that pretty much wins the cake until birdie comes back
eventually, the kid starts going to school and makes friends of his own
when birdie goes pick him up, he asks if he can call her "mom" since all the other kids have moms, but his real one left him on the street and never came back for him
birdie is a little choked up, but she shrugs it off and gruffly says that of course she is his real mom
next the kid asks if he can call Drake "dad", birdie says yes, obviously
at home, the kid calls Drake "daddy"
birdie enjoys watching the man freeze and try to hide his humid eyes
with time, the child gets used to his new life in Marineford, though he never likes when one of his parents is away on missions
but seeing all his classmates in the same situation, he learns how to deal with it too
birdie and Drake make a point to take a vacation twice a year and go to some new island, to show him the world
There would be more to say about it. Birdie and Drake will adopt other kids, their family will grow. I can make another post if people are interested in it, but this has become quite extensive already, so I'll leave it as such for now. Hope you enjoyed it. ❣️
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#1 06-22-22
i miss the innocence that came along with being a kid. unfortunately, as a kid, i dont think i could ever amount to be innocent. growing up it was hard to live up to everything a child could be. thoughts manifest around the idea that my innocence was taken away too early. at age 4, u come to a conclusion that what was not the norm has become the norm. that being kissed multiple times in a sexual way is what people do. my mind didn't grasp at that idea too well so that eventually led to trauma not realising that it was trauma. i became sexual at age 6, kissed my bestfriends, cousins, what not. i thought it was normal turns out i was abusing other kids as well. i made them get trauma, and that i couldn't forgive myself for. it's not that i was just a kid, he was just a kid too. probably older than me by 7+ years but he wasn't old enough to get jailed, at that time. so he was underage. quite like me. i was scared realising that at the age of eighteen, contemplating my life if i was doing good or not.
to this day, i still believe i havent been doing good. making my parents sick of how they were to me, second guessing themselves if whether or not they've done justice to my upbringing, it was never their fault, it was fate's way of telling me that i shouldn't be here. that i shouldn't be living. it was a random but minute possibility that i would exist. that a person like me would exist. although, i don't believe someone could amount to be like me, who is stupid, and useless. whose eyes have nothing but filled with anger, whose conscience wear so thin, and whose consciousness has been nothing but floating. i wish i was different. not to stand out but to blend in. it was never my intention to sound unlikeable. i tried my best to be liked, and that made me not liked. it's so funny how human brains work, one minute you're okay, everyone's okay and that no one is judging who and what for whatever reason, the next the other way where you're nothing but a mess shattered on the floor, hoping to piece back whatever it is left of you. i may be talking a lot of shit right now, but i do know one thing, and that's i was never meant to be born in the first place.
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BPD journal: a 5000 thread count sheet on my brain as I lost my FP
For the last year, I have been hollow. Little bits of me have been chipping away, the impact of my memories with you has been breaking my personality into pieces. I have grieved you. And I have this feeling that it had been different for you, that you felt relief once I was out of your life. You had been pondering the weight of my presence in your life long before I knew it was over and during those calls together, I felt so safe with you and deeply obsessed with love. I was crazy for you, I was mentally unsound for you, and i had put aside your little peccadillos so that I could be with you. i remember telling you over and over ' i don't care i just want to be your friend'. The most devastating part is it is not your fault, I am no victim, I am not innocent in our relationship and you are separate from me. You are your own person without me. Yet I can't stop the battle in my mind between all your unforgivable sins and our bittersweet memories. I fear there will be no other person like you. I'm not sure if I was just mentally ill and craving connection, but I swear for a second it was like a comforting stillness. Even though it was debilitating, I miss you.
Today I woke up and I was devastated. I was sad when the phone rang at 9 a.m. to wake me up. I had only slept 8hrs. For the past 3 days, i had only slept 8 hours. This sounds ridiculous but I crave to truly get lost in sleep. I want my dreams to go on longer and longer and every time I wake up I'm devastated. I remember trying so hard to close my eyes and go back to sleep, it was all wrong, my sheets were too heavy, I was too hot, i was overwhelmed. So instead of the deep sorrow of knowing I wouldn't get back to sleep, I decided to play a game on my computer. I cried at the first obstacle. I felt like a child, i had the urge to call out to my mother. I am an adult now. She isn't there. I don't feel completely here. I cried till i was gasping for air. I was missing the opportunity to breathe. I decided although i only have two days to get all my academic shit done i will stay in bed. I'll try again later.  Later turned into 3 movies whilst playing games on my phone and scrolling on my computer simultaneously. I don't want to think about it i don't want to think about anything in fact this works so well I may struggle to string sentences together when speaking but at least I can't focus on it, you don't have to be on my mind I won't let you be on my mind. 
[ I'm fine :) ]
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stinkyshitbird · 1 year
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THERE IS NO "ACCEPTABLE" REASON TO BEAT, "WHIP", SLAP, OR PUNCH A CHILD
If you advocate in any of the above, and you try to justify it, by calling it "spanking", and teaching your children that there are consequences for their actions, or teaching them how to respect adults, and not letting them get away with acting like a "disrespectful little bitch", your not a good person, nor are your parents, or your parents parents, or your entire generation of pussy's that called themselves adults, and may you burn in hell with them, you self righteous evil child abusing/child abuse advocating fuck. If you advocate in whipping children with belts, or slapping them in the face, or the head, you did not turn out just fine, and you are a son of two bitches. Oh, you think I'm just an angry snowflake? So I'm a snowflake for wanting kids to be treated like you want to be treated? Kids can test their limits. They misbehave to explore their environments, and if you can't take the effort to really be a parent, sit down with them, and take time to have a conversation with them about their behavior, so they can understand that their actions aren't okay, like another human being with rights, because you think that it's necessary to practice hitting your own baby to teach them respect, and how to behave, then your a lazy parent that takes shortcuts, and your a pussy! I'm especially talking to you, blacks, whites that are from the south, or Alabama, Kentucky, Texas, all the other us states where its common for middle class white parents to beat their children, and ESPECIALLY you, asians. You all think that when your hitting, and beating your children, you know what your doing, when you really DON'T! Not everybody's experiences are the same as yours, and I once argued with one of you, and when it came to hitting children, one of you said "It's a harsh world we live in. We need this.". Why don't you take time to raise your children to set an example on treating other people how they want to be treated, by you treating them how you want to be treated, then? And you think that hitting children is necessary, my ass. You people just ignorantly feed non-asians offensive beliefs on you, and you don't give a fuck, because you argue "our parents slapped, and beat us, and we turned out just fine", while a lot of your kids that you hit, and beat are still bad, and either take their anger, and aggression out on innocent animals behind your backs, because they can't take it out on you, growing up to turn to a life of crime, because while committing crimes, they feel free, and uncontrolled, or far more worse, becoming a serial killer, or killing you. Their own parents, same potential goes for all kids with parents that hit them. And that's why to all people that advocate in hurting children, just because you think its fine, if it doesn't cause bruises, and in your experience, you think you turned out just fine, no! Your disgusting. And if that doesn't change, you WILL pay for your inner filthiness' in death, whether you believe in purgatory, or not. God is not on your side, and especially if your one of those parents that beat their children, you will regret it one day, one way, or another. Or worse, both ways. Your children growing up to hate you, and cutting all connections with you, and going to hell when you die, because you insisted that you did nothing wrong raising your children, and when it came to an apology, you felt like you didn't owe them shit, for as long as you lived, and now the devils demons are torturing you in eternal death, until oblivion. Think about that, all you ugly child beating pieces of shit. Really try acting like real adults, by learning to have better tolerance towards your kids saying something to you that you don't like, screaming, or blowing up on you, and handle it better, because handling it with violence is not acting like an adult, and it will teach your children to do the same thing, and get themselves in trouble in school, or legal trouble out there in the world. I've said my peace.
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itsjustsun · 2 years
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Hey,
So wassup. This conversation idk if it’s because of summer or what, but the conversational piece I’m gonna share my perspective on dating especially young and why I feel it’s different when you’re older. I’ve been listening to so many ppl experiences and I don’t share mine often very private about my love life not hiding just I keep that shit to myself I’m not too flashy with anything. This is the thing we are young right…like hella young and why the hell do we make life so much harder for ourselves. Push through life really traumatizing ourselves by our own mindsets abs the way we choose to live our life especially out of commitment. Learning I’m a hermit by nature and that’s what brings me peace allowed me to see how we psychologically communicate our bound which is loneliness becoming a natural attention seekers. Seeking for a warped reality of what being one is and that is
Love. Being young right you’re so curious about everything including yourself right. A lot of us haven’t got the experience of being young especially culturally because if you’re culturally different than what American culture was bread to be then you’re level of awareness & experience in life differs…right which means far more advanced because you’ve experience duality like rich to poor when in reality some ppl never experience having to be economically worried due to having a fall back. Leaves them weak. All of these things we experience becomes categorized by race, gender, ethnicity, preferences, then politics and a long dragged out list of things. So what I learned is a lot of us in reality been adults since like 13 a lot of coming of age shedding of innocence, crying even more if the child lacked protection right. So a lot of us by 18/19 was living lives like our 25 year old peers taking care of ourselves. So yes by the time a young in reach their 20s, they’re working, they’re growing in life, etc just because of the investments. Then at an early age they’ve become the bachelor or the bachelorette. Attracts a lot of attention lowkey everyone wants them and no one too much can have them or let alone get them for longer than a day. I mean everyone is throwing themselves at them. Some of the most learning experiences is through the relationships you have through life and that young person may want to see what’s something about even for a little & wander at times until life settles down in a way. Life settles the fuck down and then they do lol. That’s why I feel it’s dumb to be out here tripping and calling it love because it’s the crushing stage and you become obsessive. Connections have a level of sacredness to it that we must sometimes cater to the sacredness. No matter what the connection is you’re supposed to be feel safe right. There’s a level off effort that goes into that and how can you fall in love with a guy who didn’t put in any effort. And it takes a second sometimes to identify if it’s sacred or not that makes it a bond you know. You don’t just stop living. So what does the bachelor/ette do until they find their match they experience life? Understanding that building together is still building even when separate but you got so the work on your own too just learn and discern. Learn and discern. Understand the bachelor gone do what the bachelor gone do & so is the bachelorette, but when that not gets tied it’s tied. So just let dudes be dudes and women be women & kinda you’re kinda the reason he only wanna 🍆and leave, it’s not rolanda’s fault for the fact your a man child or a lil slutty can’t keep ya 🍆 in your pants and it’s not Jamal fault you took care of his ass now you going through it even if he flat out showed you & told you multiple times I don’t want you. It takes me one time to not feel wanted or uncomfortable to be out. There’s a certain way you gotta learn to treat yourself your self I’m not expecting someone to come in my life and live up to this standard no when you’re dealing with me I have standards, but at the end of the day I owe myself the respect and to be honest & integral when your having dealings with anything in life work, love, family just life you know. Move with integrity put down the mask. You’re really schooling a mf man you better learn to put ‘em in a classroom remember you stepping into my territory this is how we move around here sit down let me teach you something play with that ass keep enticed, but then start giving out the assignments and it’s cute ones too simple start real small you it’s a certain a person likes to be treated right it’s a certain way don’t give it all up, give a tad and vice versa. Like let’s check this off and then check this off okay i wanna do this let’s see if they pass.
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Little by little. Damn throw all the fun you can have away by boom it’s all just out there right away. It creates a false bond you know because it’s based off an perspective that doesn’t see complexity yet. A bond is built by uncovering you know you gotta allow things to just unfold 1st. It’s about the treatment. Trust my dad and I are kinda estranged, but one thing for sure he always made sure I knew my worth in a way just by how he spoke to me and handled me and my mother too so I know how I should be handled then from my own experiences I know what I want don’t gotta look for it it just comes to you. if you know me fr fr you know I don’t play with nobody. I give you a chance and once you fucked me over I’ve learned my lesson to one not expect the worse, but be open to all possibilities until it’s shown. I’m just sayin know your worth, know what’s worth your time and know that you deserve a good time. That homebody shit cute, but you deserve to see beautiful shit too and experience beautiful shit and go out to brunch the homies or yourself, go on. God ain’t give you life not to be one with the animals & nature, Cute walk or picnic get some fruit, a good book, and fucking frisbee or football ooooo okay a game of fucking football bro sounds lovely I haven’t played in soooooo long. So we all our lives to get it together be fucking prudes, but have fun. Bro. Go out view museums . I really wanna view the scad museum. I may schedule to do that or try to. Anybody wanna come hmu. Road-trips hella road-trips . You deserve it
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All I’m all when it comes to life having fun man. Don’t let that shit break you and grow a backbone so every time you get some truth you don’t cry. You know. It’s okay to feel, but it’s too weird choosing to be sad when you can choose to be happy. I know that’s what I do and what I spend my life on. How many people go through it and you’ll never know because they never live in that you gotta stop living in your sorrow. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and if you take action on everything you want and love life will fall in to place. I understanding wanting to feel love and only knowing how to express it in one way because it’s sad to not know how to say I need to feel this or want to orrrr just general I don’t know no other way because your messed up rn. Unavailable as hell and at the end of the day you can’t be mad at an unavailable person anymore. Why are you so available? Go through life experience what you have to experience establish yourself learn what loving looks like by loving you right and have fun with the opportunity of building friendships, relationships, business partners you never know. Don’t read into too much or you’ll get your feelings hurt because of being generally naive. You know until there’s a firm groundwork of communication that goes on before you get into anything right so just allowing yourself to vibe. know what you want. Don’t settle. Keep that aura bright.
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You know just focus on yourself, drink that water, be your young beautiful vibrant self, have fun stay unproblematic, mind the business that pays you and know stay focused.Purify yourself. So let your peers purify themselves with the shenanigans they get into. We all come from the same fuck shit excuse my language , but no fr so we no what toxic mindsets & habits we gotta stop overindulging in & I come into your life to help Lmaoo jk. No fr though I know what I’m supposed to be doing. Try to stay grounded and safe don’t get caught up in the hype be weary of your surroundings. remember the end goal my guy remember that shit. Stability, happiness, and peace. Be cool about because honestly I’m a coo dude I don’t even trip Lmaoo I just peep what I gotta peep then gracefully bounce out. Don’t gotta cause so much noise. Etc. just do you. Set some goals for yourself. 🥀
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-Sun. I’m out stop letting these dudes stressing you out bro it’s so peaceful when you just fall back just wait for god to just drop a person off like here ya go!!! Lol it comes outta nowhere. I’ve been hearing ppls stories and that’s why I feel I’m blessed with hermit stories of the very few times I have gave men or women had a few experiences lol access to me. Not many ppl can say they had me or that they even know me because truth is only a few really know who I am and even them didn’t really get to know me fr. we got life shit to stress about foundations to build let that shit go. Understand that your actions shape your life you still have a life outside of marriage it’s called your own. So ttyl.
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Ngl when you mention why Xeno was called "toxic" I was surprised over them being called such over that instead of… erm, well, there was this mini-doc Kim posted back on CC to answer an anon due to CC's word limit. I can't recall all the details since it's been forever but I do know Kim mentioned Xeno having a younger brother in said doc and how said kid was partially responsible for some of the abuse they suffered through by their aunt in their pre-school years. Basically Xeno's brother was a spoiled kid at the time and one who unfortunately HATED being told no for ANY reason as well as being a very spiteful piece of shit. Kid often told lies to the aunt who ALWAYS believes the brat and hardly if ever punishes him even when he's clearly in the wrong. Kid knew that what was going on was bad BUT also didn't realize what was happening was really bad. In other words, too young to comprehend the full severity of the situation. Anyway to wrap this up, Xeno has very complicated feelings toward their brother. They do love him dearly and they're very close to him like any good siblings are, yet at the same time, a part of them can't help but feel very resentful toward him. They know it's not fair, he was too young to really know better, and yet that part can't help but almost hate him for it. If it weren't for his spoiled brat self saying all those lies to the bitch aunt then perhaps the abuse wouldn't have gotten as bad, or at the very least maybe not have left Xeno as traumatized.
I mention all of this cuz I remember Kim getting an anon or two giving her crap over that either on CC or her personal tumblr, saying how Xeno is a horrible person for not being over something that happened so many years ago and how they're cruel to still feel resentment toward an innocent child who didn't know better. And I thought the same thing was happening here only to be confused because wtf how is that "toxic"? I mean, I don't think this here makes them "toxic" either but that???? Just what the fuck even
That was probably a reason too
It was some time ago.. like, months at this point, so I don't quite remember everything. I do know that they thought Xeno had issues because they weren't properly taking care of themselves at this point. Also tried to tell Zardy to take away Xeno's games and force them to "behave"
It's like... huh
But that's water under the bridge now. The cool anons (aka you and the others) know that Xeno is a good/cool person, and although they may struggle with certain stuff and not have the best family relationships, it doesn't make them a bad person
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