#just waiting to become my mother

[multifandombullshitbabes]

(Context: im thinking abt my post canon au, i explained on my ao3, u dont even have to read it just know its there)

Mizu revealing her being a woman to taigen AFTER he confesses his feelings to mizu AFTER being bested during their duel once again is literally so fucking personal to me. Jesus fuck... FUCK. Like. How overwhelmingly loved she must feel. How SEEN. Truly for once n not just but loved and wanted!!! Its so personal to me. Just. Taigen, losing, n then immediately leaning in for a kiss. Mizu is lost cuz what?? Why?? N taigen just. Confesses, but hes holding back cuz mizus reaction was not great and he doesn't wanna ruin the friendship they've formed these past months, they've grown so close so fast n its scary but so exciting n so right but if mizu doesnt want this then nothing is happening n its ok he has a CHOICE. Like. FUCK!! N then mizu telling taigen to wait and that night she reveals it. And its just sooo fucking intimate. Its so soft. And maybe taigen is confused but one look at how small mizu is making herself, like shielding herself from him. Like he gets it. The danger of it all. And its his promise to protect her if she ever needs to that does her in cuz. SHE HAS A CHOICE. TO BE PROTECTED OR NOT. THATS SO IMPORTANT TO HER. Yes, she can protect herself. Yes, it feels good to be protected. Yknow??

Mizu revealing her being a woman to akemi totally by accident AFTER they just had an argument abt women's choices in society AFTER mizu accidentally took one (1) big sip of sake, n then deciding fuck it im gonna win this argument, guess what akemi. And that's how akemi finds out. N Mizu thinks akemi is going to hate her, n she does for a bit in silence, but mostly shes just hurt? For herself AND for Mizu. Cause she understands, so suddenly, so intimately, how hard being a woman is and how mizu has had to hide as a man to survive (not even for plot reasons that we know, mizu being mixed AND a woman? Death sentence). And she just hurts. And they thought they'd always have this weird rift between them but they cry and they let it out (for Mizu, for the first time in YEARS) and its just. Its so emotional n so important and so personal and intimate. Its maybe winter all over again, a year has passed since theyd seen each other in kyoto, so much has changed and yet not rly and. They've grown but in different ways. Akemi, in taking life by the reins n being assertive and strong and so dangerously intelligent like shes always been but now, now its crucial to be that. And Mizu in realizing that she truly, truly wants to be loved so badly but to be loved is to be vulnerable and thats what scares her the most, to be weak; but ure only strong if u can be weak too, and thats what she learns. And i think this is where they really get deep into their feelings. Before it was a crush, an annoying one. Now? Oh bby theyre down bad. Yes they are.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen blue eye samurai #akemi x mizu #taigen x mizu #hey look i posted a thing #come get yall headcanons #love how once they become actual friends i feel like mizu n taigen would fall for each other so fast itd scare then #but akemi n mizu have more of a slowburn cuz they're both denying the possibility of being with the other person so its just daydreaming now #n then akemi n taigen actually just stay friends cuz i think its hilarious #they can unlock their true potential as chaotic besties now #ringo is just living his life btw. hes kinda lost rn my poor darling #itohs just like “i love my wife. wait is she fucking the onryo” proceeds to be confused and lost n “confronting” her with teary eyes #(he saw them smile at each other) #akemi just inviting him to the polycule like “can u be cool abt a lot of things real quick” #and it takes time to process but he eventually is just like. this. kind of rules. dont tell my mom i said that tho #always scared his mom is gonna find out abt thier shenanigans as if she isnt the mother of the shogun now shes got shit to do #(being the second choice always oof. oof oof. best bet im playing with thattt)

[kenobihater]

honestly being in some tall CRP grasses and brambles and brush would fix me <- a man who hasn't walked in the countryside in over a year

#i'd take the locust trees and briars and cockleburs i don't CARE scratch me up i just want to be OUTSIDEEEEEEE #there's barely any bugs this time of year too so i wouldn't have to worry too much abt ticks and mites and skeetos #i really am my mother's son. i don't need the outdoors as much as she does but i genuinely think i need to get out in the wilderness at #LEAST once a year or i start becoming (more) fucked in the head #cityslickers do NOT get the appeal of getting dirt under ur nails & whacked in the face w/ branches in a cedar stand but it is transcendant! #theres birds. theres deer. coyotes. turkeys. bobcats even. and the cougars are returning!! i wanna be OUT THERE #ik my granddad's land out there isn't proper prairie bc it has trees due to human intervention but like. god. i still need to be Out There! #i need to look for cool rocks and arrowheads and mushrooms and hunt for shed antlers and read a book while my mom hunts #maybe i should go to the local nature preserve sometime this week. it's small but beautiful and i NEED this i can't wait for october #len speaks

[strixhaven]

yeah no i’m calling out buzzing my hair hemming my shirt and i’m Going to update all my mods and play bg3. depression can’t touch me anymore

#it’s my fjord shirt so it feels fitting to become bjald at the same time #* depends on whether or not my mother is home today because i do Not want to deal with her while i’m doing this #and if she is i’m waiting til monday ig. but it Is happening. slán to my long hair i’ll see you again in like a year and a half #just gotta find the clippers. they’re. Somewhere

[jmflowers]

something I wrote the pitch for has been picked up by network for the 2023 season

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#and it’s one of the stories I’m most proud of #because I was able to read their initial idea (which had been rejected in the previous pitching) and rework it #i combined it with a pitch I’d done for a documentary series in class #and then found a mother and daughter team to be in it #AND THEN they backed out after our initial pitch #so I had to find someone else and rewrite the whole thing #we then filmed pitch sample stuff with him #which I was editing my last day in the office with the team #and now ITS GONNA GET MADE #so proud #of the story and the work that went in and that my little thought was able to turn it into something they do want to see #my brain made a thing!!! #i hope they bring me on for production 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻 #i just… wanna see it be real #i Wanna see it become a series because I think there are so many more versions of the concept just waiting to be told #film and television production life #film and television production

[witchblade]

i can't wait to get to ezio because it takes him two games to start getting sad about killing people and it's only because he got old and received a somber debuff

#i cant wait to fund an entire city with my killing money. while my mother and sister become madames ??? (guy that just remembered that part)

[incensuous]

i’ve been nonstop thinking about this since i saw it in game... i NEED more scara lore im dying for it

#incensuous personal #ignore me im just .. AHHH #smol emo boy is apparently the winning recipe to always make me invested #for once i actually almost prefer the eng va over japanese.. the way he says #'my mother' T_T #i cant wait until he becomes playable #vid #he looked so happy before... so baby

[stinkrascal]

hi jaiden! I dont know if youve answered this already but what is brie's relationship with her mom like? Mother-daughter relationships are always so interesting to me because they seem to be the most complex so :>

hi anon!!! oh man im so glad you asked this question aha. there's some spoilers in this since A LOT of this stuff will be talked about in the brie/vlad backstory whenever i get around to posting it, but i'll discuss it here anyways since i think it's really interesting!!

breanna's relationship with her mother was extremely tumultuous. breanna's mother was only 16 years old when she had breanna, so she had to give up her childhood to raise her, and because breanna's mother comes from a staunchly religious, conservative background in poverty-stricken southern louisiana, she had no help from her parents, who essentially disowned her. because of that, her mother held a lot of resentment towards breanna, but she did try to be a good mother. i think brie's mom genuinely thought she was doing her best, but she struggled to relate to and help breanna, who was admittedly a very troubled child. breanna struggled in school, struggled with her weight, and struggled in social settings (this was due to having undiagnosed autism, something which her mother refused to have treated as she didn't want to accept her child having autism due to its many cruel misconceptions), and often this greatly upset brie's mother, as she felt breanna's misbehaviors reflected badly on her. she couldn't understand that breanna's academic, physical, and social difficulties weren't because of laziness, but because of severe untreated mental illness, and breanna's mother often lashed out because of it.

all this was compounded by the fact that breanna's little sister, madeline, was by all accounts a gifted child; madeline was less temperamental than breanna, going along with whatever her mother said while breanna was often more combative and dismissive. madeline was academically gifted, conventionally attractive (re: thin) and thrived in social settings, as she mimicked those around her to appear as though she fit in, unlike breanna, who often struggled to understand and emulate the people in her life, instead focusing on her own interests and hobbies. in every sense, madeline was the "golden child" and breanna's mother often compared the two, in her attempts to get breanna to behave, not understanding that comparing the two would only make breanna resent both her mother and her little sister. in breanna's mother's mind, she genuinely wanted breanna to see madeline as inspiration, a role model, a guideline for how breanna could live a happier life, but to breanna, it just felt as though she always loved madeline more than she loved her.

their relationship became especially strained when, on breanna's 16th birthday, she attacked madeline, 13 at the time, which resulted in permanent damage to madeline's left eye. breanna's mother was absolutely distraught at the fact that breanna would cause such harm to her own sister, and she basically demanded breanna leave their house, which she did. breanna left to live with a much older man, someone she met online, and she ceased contact with her family, only talking through madeline for years. madeline actually makes the comment at one point that breanna's mom was "relieved" over the fact that breanna had a boyfriend, as she showed no interest in dating prior. nevermind the fact that he was a man 12 years her senior - the mere fact she was socially acceptable enough to have a partner was enough for her mother.

the man eventually broke up with breanna when she was 19, and she reunited with her family after not speaking to them for three years. breanna's mother was resentful for breanna having abandoned her family, though in breanna's mind she felt as though she did them a favor - they never wanted her around anyways. occasionally breanna's mother would give her sly compliments, mainly about her weight loss (which was on account of living with her older boyfriend, who had gotten her addicted to marijuana, which caused her drastic weight loss), but their relationship never healed. from this point forward, they constantly fought, as breanna's mother felt breanna was aimless, unambitious, and content with mooching off her parents for the rest of her life, while breanna felt her mother was overbearing, coldhearted and uninterested in her feelings and her struggles. this eventually culminated into breanna's decision to run away for good, where, by pure chance, she fell unconscious in the woods, where the vatore twins discovered her...

for a long time, breanna goes through this child-hating phase where she absolutely detests the idea of having children, because of her fear of becoming like her mother, someone who, in her eyes, hated her own daughter. the truth was far from this, as whenever breanna interacted with children, she always enjoyed herself, but her fear was so deeply-rooted, she felt she had to convince herself she despised children to soothe those fears. a lot of her willfully incompetent personality stems from her relationship with her mother as well, as she always felt growing up that she wasn't good enough to meet her mother's expectations, so why bother at all? even her insecurities about being autistic stem from her mother's insistence that breanna doesn't have any mental health problems, she's just not trying hard enough to live a normal life, which stopped her from wanting to receive a diagnosis for a long, long time. and tbh i hc that she was never officially diagnosed. it was only when the triplets were diagnosed with autism at a young age, that she realized she was likely also autistic. by that point it became undeniable, since, you know, they have to get it from somewhere, and she knows they didn't get it from vlad. she just related too much to the symptoms to ignore it any longer.

she is a lot better about handling her insecurities surrounding her autism, and her fear of motherhood is all but completely vanished!! so she has healed in a lot of regards. but she still struggles a lot with feeling useless, with feeling like she isn't good enough to accomplish the things she wants, therefore she needs others to do those things for her.

#jade answers #anonymous #straud asks #tw everything honestly. theres just so much bad stuff #breannas life was just not great for a long time #this feels like a self report but i promise it isnt #i know shes my self insert and yes my childhood was also comically bad #but my relationship with my mother is nothing like this #dare i say its much worse aha! #just wait til you hear about vlads childhood #and his adulthood too because he actually got to be an adult for more than two entire years before becoming a vampire #rip breanna and her underdeveloped frontal lobe

[rubberbandballqueen]

does the fact that i am having a rogue translation of legal forms made so that the local immigrants can also participate in city programs they otherwise would've been kept out of due to illiteracy make me chaotic good, or do i have to be doing more expressly illegal things for that to count

#at this point i just wonder how many hoops i'd have to jump through to have the power to just make the t/l myself #n have them be the Official ones #like do i have to get certified somewhere or what. what's going on here. i just wanna be able to take forms home #help my mother translate them and then use photoshop to change the text w/o a middleman #like i understand the point of having an Official Translator! can't wait to write 'unofficial translation' on top of whatever #i'll end up laminating for work until we can get official translations of the documents Someday(tm)! #hence why i just kinda wanna know what hoops i'd have to jump through in order to become the Official Translator or w/e #they would probably have to increase my pay for that. that is so funny. can't fire me now lads!! #do we the city have an official translation guy? what's their email. how can i contact them. i just want to collaborate #you would think we the city full of immigrants would have a government-employed translator #the worm speaks

[girlcaravaggio-a]

Hatred, hatred for the weird England/New England centrism that the representation of the sea as something scary and cruel has taken. Hatred for the erasure of the horrors of the sea as told by Antilleans and Mediterraneans, hatred for the erasure of narratives where our beaches don't look like something peaceful.

#The sea as this sort of ever present generational trauma that follows you everywhere #The sea as the reminder that an island is not only a prison but a condemn to foreigness no matter what. #Maybe it's on me for being a western-northern riffer on my mother's side which is acknowledged as a pretty unsettling spot #But uh. You ever actually heard how it ROARS when a storm is approaching? #You're enjoying it and it's this nice calm thing and there's fishermen coming and going #and then all of a sudden the sky starts going dark and the sea becomes minuscule and then huge in the span of half an HOUR #once when we were in Cuba in winter we were blocked out there for a while waiting for the family friend who would pick us up #and the waves brewing in the distance were huge and the light blue plate I had known my whole childhood was this #insane chaotic shape. And all the stories about the sunken ships come back to you when you see that #and the thought of your blood your own blood at some point on that horrid thing. #Having Intense Thoughts On The Sea Uhm That Ice Cream Really Was Bad HELP #Also re: Mediterraneans it's funny because #It only comes up re: Greek mythos and shit #At least in a mainstream sense which is just. Sort of funny for some reason. #No paper on the Odyssey by the University of Whatnot USA has ever had the incisive strength of #the one Sicilian guy I knew in uni who came from a port town and had then had done military service at sea #when he talked about the sea at night. He was starry eyed.

[corvidshipping]

lately i’m thinking about contacting someone i used to be very close with who was very important in my life. but we had a big falling out and i realized i wasn’t sure if we were really compatible anymore. i mentioned it to my best friend a little while ago and one of the things she said was “what do you want to get out of this interaction?”. it was a genuine question and it’s valid. and i’ve been thinking about it since then and i still haven’t come up with an answer. i know i can’t contact them until i have it but i just don’t know what i want yet. or i do, but i know it’s not what i’m going to necessarily get, and i also know it’s also not what other people in my life want for me

#paperheart.txt #i’ve talked about this so much irl i can’t talk about it to anyone anymore #i just had to get it off my chest somewhere #i don’t really have anyone to talk to about it anymore because i know what everyone will say. maybe i don’t want to hear it #i might just be being stubborn again. it’s a very good trait of mine #but i feel like i need someone to listen to me about it. i wish there was someone who could tell me EXACTLY what to do #but like with many things in life i am the only one who can determine what the right decision is for myself. #i miss them all the time. and i guess i just don’t want this to become a situation where i spend so long waiting that it ends up too late #and i leave things unsaid that i wish i had said. #i just. don’t have anywhere else to talk about this. i’ve already talked to practically everyone in my life about this except my mother #maybe i should talk to her about it. she’s always been the person i asked for advice when things got really troubling #i just don’t know anymore. honestly. idk how to find the answer #vent tw

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.

(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)

(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)

Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.

He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.

“Danny!”

“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”

“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”

Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.

“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”

“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”

Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.

“Kay, kiddo.”

She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.

“You’re just a teenager.”

“Well, you’re a just a kid.”

Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.

Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.

——

“Jason.”

“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“There’s… a meta.”

“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.

“A child. In Crime Alley.”

“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.

“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”

“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.

Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”

Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.

——

Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.

“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”

Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.

“You’re fucking weird-”

“Language!” He squawks.

“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”

“Boss?!”

The kids ignores his alarmed face.

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #bruce wayne #Danny had minions #Danny saved a bunch of kids from two face and now they’ve imprinted on him #like ducklings #Danny: I’ll have a nice vacation #also Danny: fights a villain and saves like a dozen kids #Danny: unionizes the kiddie gangs via peanut butter and beef jerky #Batman: there is a child #red hood: that needs our help! #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #Danny dents the Batmobile and leaves an IOU #but doesn’t leave the owner a way to contact him

[okay-babe]

Mothering

tags: alastor x fem! reader, suggestive themes, allusions to sex, alastor and reader are married, domestic bliss, Husk and Angel are tortured by your love for each other.

It was a rather quiet morning, one that had become almost typical of the hotel in the quickly passing months, and Angel watched as, like usual, the Radio Demon began to walk swiftly from the stairwell to the front doors.

Although, this time, there was a notable interruption to the sinner's routine.

"Al, wait!"

You called in an almost panicked sounding tone, bounding down the stairs in only your night gown, an object that Angel couldn't quite make out in hand.

Immediately, Alastor halted where he stood, his neck turning before the rest of his body to watch as you rushed over to him, cheeks flushed from your run down to the lobby.

The demon raised a brow at you curiously, but with a marked lack of exasperation that must have come from that store of patience he reserved just for you, and you smiled sheepishly as you held up a small shimmering band.

"You forgot this."

You said, tone almost nervous sounding as you continued your approach in spite of the painfully obvious adoration written all over the Radio Demon's face.

Immediately, Alastor looked down toward his left hand in surprise, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of his barren ring finger before he looked back to you and smiled one of those gentle soft things he once again only seemed to reserve for you.

"Ah, why thank you, my dear."

He all but purred, eyes lighting up as you grew ever closer until he could finally offer his hand to you in the way you so clearly desired.

You grinned happily at the gesture and reached forward with the ring in hand as the sinner spoke up again,

"I couldn't fathom going a day without it."

You blushed at that, eyes diverting swiftly for a moment before they moved almost instinctively back to Alastor, watching his pleased expression as you slid his wedding ring back onto his waiting finger.

You stared at him for a few seconds, as if enthralled by the very vision of him in spite of the fact that you quite literally woke up to the man every morning, until finally you snapped yourself out of it with a slightly embarrassed clearing of your throat.

"Well, I'm quite sure you could manage if you had to."

You said softly, voice slightly higher in pitch than usual as your husband bent down, the already raised left side of his mouth curling upward further in an amused smirk at the sight of your pink cheeks and slightly nervous body language.

He'd had this effect on you in life as well, but it seemed he'd never tire of seeing it, even after so very long.

"Manage, certainly, but I'm not sure I would want to without the reminder of my darling wife back home."

He drawled, his now decorated left hand reaching up to palm your cheek and his eyes scanning you with a chuckle as you all but melted into his touch, always so very receptive to his affections whenever he was willing to offer them.

Suddenly though, your eyes widened, and you broke away with a gasp, your gaze shifting down to Alastor's hands only to find them empty.

"Al, did you remember to grab the organs I prepared for Rosie yesterday evening?"

You asked, immediately causing Angel and Husk over by the bar to flinch in response.

Had it been a surprise that the Radio Demon's wife was a little bit too comfortable with cannibalism? Not nearly as surprising as it was that the overlord had a wife in the first place, but still, it certainly hadn't been anticipated that you would be so handy with a boning knife.

The deer demon standing in front of you let out a soft hum of surprise before he shook his head, straightening back out to his full height with one arm crossed over the other.

"Silly me, it appears I'd nearly forgotten."

He replied, tone colored with amusement as you immediately set off toward the kitchen before the man could even finished, returning shortly thereafter with a rather large container of something your observers would rather not think too hard about.

"Well count yourself lucky I felt up to the chase this morning, beau."

You teased as you set the tub down on an end table nearby so you could approach your husband once more, straightening out his tie and fussing over his hair for a few moments as the demon simply stood still beneath your attentions, smile both amused and contented all at once.

You looked up at him after a few moments, eyes softening slightly at the sight of his expression as your hands moved to brush some invisible lint off his chest.

"You know, it isn't like you to be so forgetful, Al."

You began gently, hands working to smooth out a few barely there wrinkles in the demon's shirt.

"I'm beginning to worry that your age is getting to you."

Your tone was far too teasing to ever be misconstrued as serious as you spoke, stepping away slightly to admire your handiwork only to be stopped by a tug at your wrist as Alastor moved to pull you close once more.

"Is that so?"

He purred, tone still just as amused as before as he flipped your teasing back on you tenfold,

"Well then darling, I suppose I'll have to remind you of just how spry I can be upon my return."

His voice lowered slightly as he said this, and instantly your cheeks felt hot and your eyes widened slightly beneath your husband's heavy gaze.

Desperate to change the subject before your (rather unwelcome) background audience caught on or made any commentary, you quickly cleared your throat again before giving a nervous laugh.

"Sure thing old man, whatever you say."

You said halfheartedly, watching as the Radio Demon's eyes grew darker at your unintentional challenge.

And at that, you were quick to switch topics.

"O-oh!"

You began, eyes roving aimlessly for something else to talk about before they finally fell to the unused coat rack in the corner of the room.

"Are you sure you won't be needing a coat, Al? I'd hate for you to catch a cold..."

You said nervously, hands wringing together as your husband watched you with sheer amusement and something slightly heavier behind his eyes, his mouth opening as if to reply only for him to be cut off by a voice from another part of the room.

"Babe, I love ya and all, but this is gettin' ridiculous!"

Angel cried out in exasperation,

"We're in hell, for cryin' out loud! Yer husband is a demon overlord who owns enough souls to be considered a large business owner! He's not gonna get cold out there!"

You gave another nervous laugh in response to Angel's rambling,

"But-"

"Nu uh, no buts Toots, now say goodbye to ol' tall, dark, and creepy before you start actin' like his motha' again."

Angel interrupted, immediately causing you to let out a huff of indignation, turning around to face your friend where he sat at the bar,

"I am NOT acting like his mother."

You insisted, attitude faltering a bit when you noted the rather amused expression that your comrades were wearing, informing you that you were likely making a slight fool of yourself.

"I-I'm not..."

You trailed off quietly, cheeks warm with embarrassment even as you felt a familiar clawed hand drop down upon your shoulder in a manner that was no doubt meant to be soothing.

Though, the next words out of your husband's mouth, in spite of his actions, most certainly were not.

"Not to worry, cher."

He purred, pulling you back against him gently so you could feel the warmth of his chest upon your back and the curl of his smile against your helix, a sensation which immediately caused you to shiver.

"If they wish to see you as a mother, I will happily oblige."

Your blush deepened at that, eyes widening as you desperately tried to ignore the shocked looks of your peers in favor of trying to focus on keeping your head straight instead as Alastor stepped away once more, the casualness of his attitude a stark contrast to his previous words.

"Oh dear, would you look at the time. I really must be going."

He said, a teasing lilt to his voice that was all too easy to hear coming through as he checked his wrist for a watch he wasn't actually wearing before leaning forward to press an exaggerated kiss to your forehead.

"I'll be seeing you later, darling." He drawled with that trademark grin of his as he approached the door, one clawed hand reaching to pull it open before he finally stepped out.

That is, until a few seconds later, when his head popped back in again.

"Oh, and do keep well hydrated, dear heart! I would hate to endure a repeat of the last time you called my spryness into question."

Alastor looked far too pleased with himself as he spoke for you to even bother attempting to rebuke him, and but a moment later he was gone, off to see Rosie with a well adorned ring finger and a large container of organs in hand.

"WHAT DID HE SAY?!"

Angel cried, still clearly stuck on your husband's mothering comment from earlier as you sighed and approached the bar, an apologetic look on your face as you glanced toward Husk.

"Can I just get a water please?"

You muttered sheepishly, immediately causing the bartender to groan and bury his face in his hand, his disappointment in your immense lack of shame obvious, but truly, what else had he expected?

Had he met your husband?

#alastor x reader #alastor imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #.writes

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)

Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.

Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.

So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.

He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students. 

In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.

It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.

There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.

The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"

"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"

"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.

"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.

Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."

"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.

Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...

Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.

"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"

Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"

"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"

"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."

Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"

"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."

Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"

"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."

Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."

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[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Y’know that one scene in A Servant of Two Masters where Merlin tells Leon he’s off to kill the king and Leon just laughs

What if Merlin realises how much power that actually has and just starts telling Leon the truth instead of coming up with excuses

Like

Leon: Hey Merlin, where are you off to?

Merlin: Just going to fight a gryphon!

Leon: ha! Have fun!

Or

Leon: Merlin, why do you have highly illegal poison?

Merlin: it’s only poison mixed with alcohol, otherwise it’s just great sidhe repellent!

Leon, chuckling fondly: Alright, as you were then.

Or

Leon: Merlin! Where were you?

Merlin: nowhere interesting, just practicing sorcery.

And Leon believes he’s just keeping the gag going every time.

Which also makes the poetry scene so much better because Leon is used to Merlin being funny, never giving proper excuses and joking about high treason crimes.

So when Merlin is so flustered that he blurts out poetry, the only possible explanation can be that something Merthur is happening and Leon wants no part in it.

It also got me thinking about post Camlan when Merlin and Arthur get back to Camelot (I’m in denial, shut up) when Leon finds out Merlin has magic.

He waits at the gates for Merlin with his arms folded looking like a disappointed mother, then Merlin stops and realises every one of his “excuses” came back to bite him in the arse.

Until Leon has to explain to Arthur that he’s known Merlin is a sorcerer for a while now, but always thought it was a joke because “it’s Merlin”

Merlin: in my defence, I never lied.

Leon: you confessed to multiple crimes!

Merlin: you let me get away with them!

Arthur: huh?

Leon: Sire, I can explain.

Merlin: can you?

Leon: can you?!

I’m tempted to turn this into a fanfic if anyone would want to read it

It’s out now on Ao3 - The One Where Leon Knowingly and Unknowingly Becomes an Accomplice to Treason

#bbc merlin #incorrect merlin quotes #merlin #arthur pendragon #sir leon #merlin emrys

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

#Tori Bowie #Black Lives Matter #Black Mothers Health #Black Maternal Health #Allyson Felix: Tori Bowie Can't Die In Vain #Black Lives of Children Matter #Black Health Matters