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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!”

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly.

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time.

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship.

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: “Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep.

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together.

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years.

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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anniexarmstrong · 1 year

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where: park/woods/somewhere with a big rock for sitting who: @nearcataclysm

“You know, people are gonna start to think you’re more gargoyle than man if you sit there any longer,” Annie comments, having passed the same man sitting on the same rock for the third time as she had lapped around the park. It’s not like it’s her business, but he doesn’t seem to have moved in hours, and she can’t imagine a rock is that comfortable.

#{ a hundred thrown out speeches ;; threads }#{ david r. ;; 001 }#perks of the extrovert muse: they can shoehorn themselves into any scenario

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void-tiger · 11 months

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I’m learning that my interpersonal jealousy isn’t so much exclusivity and wanting to hoard someone else like a dragon—it never has been. And I’ve been on the receiving end of that many, many times, some of which has been actively malicious versus just the other person’s insecurity.

It’s moreso a cry of “what about me? Me too! This isn’t fair! Why not me?” And keeping that in-check when the other person isn’t that connected to me yet. Tell the inner insecurity gremlin to chill. Wait. Address that later if there is a later.

Because…actually I like it when someone else has their own life. Hopefully that’d also mean they wouldn’t begrudge me for having mine. Actually that’s what I find interesting and attractive about people, so I’d never want to stifle that.

…I just don’t want to be forgotten. I want to feel secure that the feeling of wanting to connect is mutual.

And…heck. All of my friendships are quite literally long distance, and my closest ones are with people who are usernames shortened to nicknames since they’re internet friendships. Some I chat with daily. Some it’s closer to once a week or once a month or longer—but that’s all fine because I feel secure with where I stand with them. We’ve reached a stable equilibrium. I respect their introvert needs to recharge, and they tolerate my more extroverted need to word splatter and have a back&forth conversation.

Because—at least for me—that’s what jealousy is: it’s an intense awareness of want/need and lack of equilibrium and security. It will go away if those needs are met if a relationship continues to form.

#tiger’s musings #socializing crap #relationships #reflecting on my intense ‘not fair!!’ when someone else got to collaborate instead of me #when I’ve been going pspspsps! to at least be /friends!/ and art buddies for literally a year #but more effort this year vs last #(last year…gave him his space. and tbh I was kinda in a brain fog of chronic and mental pain anyway)#(he didn’t want to have people presumably pressuring to date? well neither did I. still don’t. still need a FRIENDSHIP first.)#and…it IS getting better. I know there’s actual warmth there esp with his family now #but…it’s just so Slow. this all feels like where it should’ve been in ‘month 1’#and THAT’S where the jealousy comes in #no real fault. but definitely frustration with circumstances #and…honestly? he’s seen me upset. and it hasn’t scared him away #and his family hasn’t tried to chase me off by being Hostile Vibes or ‘we don’t want you friends with our (adult) child’#that’s more than I can say for most ANYONE IRL #and…that alone. I can work through my anxieties and continue to be patient #(apparently one of my closest friends lurked for about a year Before we became friends)#(sooo it probably is Extroverted Impatience on my end)#(and needing to continue to show myself as Safe)#(I…I get that. although I tend to either size people up quicker than that #(or lend the benefit of the doubt while actively peoplereading)#…also…one of the scariest things: if I need to actually See bodylanguage and Vibes especially with Few Words Possible #I…also have to unmask my own emotions a bit #and. god that’s terrifying. there’s a reason why I learned a ‘neutral resting bitch face’#but more or less…they have shown my actual feelings don’t scare them when they leak out. wild.

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cienie-isengardu · 2 years

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My RepCom musing: Vau and Mird

[a.k.a. A man and his cat]

Not any real deep rant, but despite the oblivious(?) connection to dogs as hunting animals, strills strikes me spiritually as cats. Since strills are said to be hermaphrodites and generally having the “duality” of their nature, I’m willing to see this as a metaphor of sort for them being half-cats, half-dogs but that is the farthest compromise I’m willing to agree on in that regard.

To tell the truth, it is only partially about my impression of Mird and partially because Vau doesn’t strike me as a dog person in contrast to Skirata and somehow this connected in my head as another layer of the relationship problems between introvert Walon and extrovert Kal. I guess this and my hilarious idea of Kal (a dog person) having a serious conundrum with connecting to Mird who is supposed to be dog-like but who acts and communicates in totally different (feline) way and be problematic to Kal’s worldview the same as its master XD At least until he finally accepts Mird (and Vau) as they are.

Also, please consider - the sphynx cats, so wrinkled and beautiful, like this one below (x) ❤️

I don’t take criticism on this one! 💀

#star wars #My RepCom musing #walon vau #mird #strills #kal skirata #my headcanons #i guess #but really vau as cat person (introvert) vs kal a dog person (extrovert) makes a lot sense in my head #also you know the stereotype how man having a cat may not be straight? yeah i see Vau as aromantic and more on asexual spectrum #in contrast to skirata's very narrow mindset about happines as a man having wife and kids #stereotypes of course are not a reflection of reality or anything certain but it fits in my head #a headcanon #you can pry it from my cold dead hands

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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singing in the rain

features: dr. stephen strange x f! reader

type of writing: drabble

trope: colleagues to friends to lovers

warnings: reader’s insecure about her looks, doctor strange and christine still break up, reader and strange meet up after the events of infinity war and endgame, overall it's pretty fluffy

song: singing in the rain - gene kelly

inspiration: from the moodboard @burnthoneymint made for her 3k event <333

beta reading: @/burnthoneymint (thank you so so much 😭😭 especially for the moodboard, you make such beautiful ones ♥️♥️)

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number of words: 971

a/n: finally!!! this is my first marvel writeup, and this is especially after i watched the dr. strange and the multiverse of madness movie. i forgot what it was to crush on the actor until i saw him again hehe. i hope y'all like this <33, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated :D also, sil’s a fabulous author so go check out her works soon! (be mindful of the byf’s and dni’s)

He saw you stepping out of your house in a blue gown with (h/c) bun earrings and a silver necklace as Dr. Stephen Strange's car came up to you. As Stephen emerges from the vehicle, clad in a black suit, black trousers, a white shirt, and black shoes, his stare never leaves yours as you descend the stairs to the car, him being taken aback by your beauty. He approaches you with one hand which you hold, opens the door for you to sit in the car, and runs to his seat while maintaining eye contact with you.

He remarked, “Dr. (L/N), you look stunning!” when he got into the car.

You smile and respond meekly, “oh, really? Thank you,” while nervously tucking your hair behind your ears, your gaze fixed on the stereo.

He smiles and drives you to your normal hangout spot. You reflect on how your relationship with him has evolved in an unusual way.

While you two initially were colleagues, you as a medical researcher and him as an arrogant neurosurgeon, he was very gentle towards you, having known of your previous relationships with people like him, who were selfish workaholics, and he didn't want to treat you the same way. However, his established relationship with Dr. Christine Palmer, who was extremely nice & kind to you, despite her knowing of your feelings for him, for the sake of keeping the friendship intact, moved you, so you let it slide.

After his accident that caused him to lose control of his hands, and his attempts to restore them resulting in a breakup with Christine, you wanted to help him. So, you introduced him to Jonathan Pangborn, who'd gained miraculous healing, and encouraged Stephen to go to Kamar Taj, where he was cured. Strange, on the other hand, did not maintain in touch with you after being cured and studying the Magic of the Mystic Arts in order to keep you safe.

When you did meet him again years after he took up residence in the Sanctum Santorum and after “The Blip” occurred, in a coffee shop next to your apartment, you smiled at him, and to your surprise, he hugged you and spoke with you as if he didn’t just go to another country or another dimension or broke the laws of time for the sake of humanity.

“(Y/N),” he puts his hand on yours while you two were sitting at the table, “I need to tell you something.”

Nodding, you reply, “go ahead, Stephen.”

Taking in a deep breath, he asks, “(Y/N), I don’t know if you know this, but I’m now a-”

You put your hand forward and halt him, and say, “you’re now a superhero, is it?”

Widening his eyes, he asks, “wait, how did you know?”

You laugh and reply, “well, I saw you in the news on the streets of New York when you were fighting people,” then you shrug your shoulders and snap your fingers, “and the next thing you know, you’re taken away from the universe in a snap.”

With his mouth gaped wide open, Stephen asked, “wait, did you go away too?”

This time, you were shocked as you nodded in agreement. He then explained everything that happened and you somehow took it all in, responding calmly, “Stephen, I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that. I hope there’s something I can do to help.”

Suddenly, an idea strikes your head, “wait, are you free on Saturday?”

He tilts his head to look at you in confusion, “what for?”

You then reply with excitement, “well, I’m presenting a paper that I finally published after everything that happened at this conference, so would it be okay if you could be my plus one?”

He smiled, noticing that you were hinting at a distraction for him to be more involved with people, to which he nodded, saying, “okay, I’ll pick you up. Is that okay?”

You nod, “it’s a date.”

A few hours later, as you two left the conference room, Stephen broke the silence between the two of you, stuttering, “Dr. (L/N), that was such a beautiful presentation!”

As your eyebrows rise, you smirk, “were you talking about the presentation or about me?”

His hands were in his pockets and his eyes were pointed towards the door as he laughed, his smile turning into a frown.

“Oh, damn it!” he cried, as he held your hand and ran outside.

“Stephen, where are-” you asked as you were dragged in his direction as the clanking of your heels reverberated down the corridors until you went out the door and saw that it was pouring down rain.

He exclaimed “Oh, for goodness' sake, now what?” while you laughed hysterically.

As he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you run to the middle of the street to feel the raindrops patter against your skin. While you twirled around in the rain with your eyes closed, Stephen smiled at you and decided to join in. As he ran towards you and put his arms around your waist, jolting you out of your reverie, you focused your (e/c) orbs on his greenish-blue eyes, smiling at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, combing through his jet-black hair and a few gray strands that tangled with the ends.

“You have such lovely eyes,” you say as you smile at him, while he strokes your cheeks and presses his lips against yours as he moves closer to you.

As you two began to kiss hard, locking lips, you didn't care about how you were soaked in the rain. After several moments, you two released each other from the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching and eye contact intact. At this moment, your heart was quietly singing in the rain.

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#stephen strange x reader #dr stephen strange #doctor strange drabble #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange #dr strange x fem!reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe #shyna muses #musings of an extrovert

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wyrdify · 1 year

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I finished writing up Miko’s personality and history. Now, I gotta do the hardest part of setting up her blog: her tags

How many literary references do y’all think I can get away with? I’ll sneak some fox references in there too, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

#thewriter; post #tbd #[ her voice is so loud in my head ]#[ figures because she's an extrovert ]#[ what is with me and adopting extrovert muses ]#[ first Roy and now Miko ]#[ they have the same mbti personality type too ]#[ except he's ENFJ-T and she's an ENFJ-A ]#[ FUN FUN ]

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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Hahnverse is just an excuse for me to play the same brick jokes I did writing Bedelia and having her dye her hair red to look like Scully in college because everyone said she looked like her (and then her mom slapped her for it and she never did it again but we don't talk about that Bedeals actually has a phenomenal mom apart from. they have some issues) and also the same bullshit I pulled with Rose, Lint, and Lu like.

These are just fun crossover shenanigans I don't know what you're talking about.

#musings #bandit #hahnverse #bedelia du maurier #i will probably not write aftershocks again #but lint always so mad that she knew rose first #and rose decided she wanted a non-ace extroverted feelsie version of her

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