#nine perfect girls that this world would not be complete without

[himawari-haebalagi]

Damn TWICE has me whipped

#honestly… brainrot #I have thought of few things besides TWICE as of late #I’m so glad they exist #nine perfect girls that this world would not be complete without #I’m also glad they have each other #I’m so glad I discovered them #they truly have gotten me through the darkest times #I literally have concert flashbacks every day #and cry about missing them #they’re so special #feel special #twice #jyp twice #kpop #kpop twice #jyp #jyp entertainment #jyp nation #twice ot9 #nine or nothing #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu

[shiorilizzy]

how about Yandere Wriothesley with an insecure female reader that is willing to be with him EVEN suggesting they should have a Baby so he would not leave her (basically obedient Reader

Thank you for asking, I actually love this concept. Sorry if this my headcanons go astray from your request.

Warning: Yandere theme, absolute no beta @@ because my head is full of thoughts but no words come out, Wrio x Clo may not like this one.

Couple: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female!Reader

In my opinion, Wriothesley is also insecure and has trust issues.

He is afraid that someone will take his precious lady. The sight of you getting bored of him and walking away with others is his worst nightmare.

But you are so well-behaved. Even when Wriothesley dragged you down and literally locked you up in his room, your eyes still looked at him so lovingly like he was your whole world.

Having you is like a miracle to him that he thanks Archon every day. It feels like his missing piece.

(You may be every yandere’s dream)

You are his lovely kitty, his treasure, his only exception, his sanity, his obsession, his comfort.

He loves the way you just accept every dark corner of him without hesitation. The more you look at him, the more he wants to spoil and drown you with his love.

Meanwhile, you always think that you are not enough for him. You are scared that someday, Wriothesley will find a smarter, prettier, and maybe from high society, suitable for Wriothesley’s titles.

So you try your best to be a good girl to him, obey everything he says. You know he likes it.

Both of you are insecure, but you have a way of comforting each other so days fly by peacefully.

Until Clorinde comes to the Fortress one day.

You hear Wriothesley’s chuckles and a female voice, so you take a peek inside.

You see a beautiful woman is having tea with him. You realize her. Clorinde is utterly famous in Fontaine. 

The sound of them, smiling and talking, ringing inside your head and tearing your heart. 

You’re drowning in jealousy but you do not dare to jump in and ask.

Later that night, you shyly ask for a baby. 

Wriothesley was surprised at first, but then he noticed your desperate face.

He knew something was wrong. He patiently hugged you and asked.

“Of course darling, anything you want. But can you tell me the reason for this sudden request? Tell me what’s on your cute mind?”

After a while of “interrogating”, he finally understood the situation.

While you blabbing about how you will be more obedient, begging to stay, Wriothesley's mind was on cloud nine.

Oh my Archon, you must be an angel for his gray life. How could he have such a perfect darling like you?

He was so happy that you were willing to do anything just to be with him.

You accept the risk, the responsibility just to be with him, just for the chance that he would not leave you. You trusted him wholeheartedly and only him. What could he ask more? 

 No one has ever needed him like this before. Your jealous, your insecure, your begging made him feel so loved. 

Wriothesley laughed as he hugged you tightly. He looks like the happiest man in the world.

“Silly, if I want to leave you, I can just take the child and push you out.”

“I want to have kids just because I love you. They will not affect my decision of keeping you.”

He told you that Clorinde was just a colleague. He had no feelings for her.

He planted kisses on your face, showing how happy he was and how much he loved you.

“My dear silly kitten, how could I look at others when I have you already? How could I live without you now?”

“You want it or not, I will never let you go, even till the day I die. I will drag you with me. Even the next life and the next next life. You’re bound with me. You cannot escape from me.”

“Besides, I am the one afraid about you running away…”

He soon lit up your mood with his sassy humor. 

Having a loyal lover makes this kinda twisted love completely normal.

Bonus:

After a few days, Clorinde and Navia were invited to a tea party in the Fortress. Clorinde looked at you, sat on Wriothesley’s lap, from top to toe:

“I think I know where all of the factory’s profit goes.”

#genshin impact #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley headcanons #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley

[belit0]

Hello!! I'd love to see Madara with a single mama. Baby could be hers and the dad died or poofed, or could be her friends passed and in their will they requested her to care for the baby. With Madaras temperament I think a little girl would be so perfect! She'd put flowers in his hair or share her bows and no one dares say A THING about it. Please and thank you!!

As soon as I received this request, I had to write it, because I love Madara's tender side (and having a break from nsfw things is also nice)!🤗💕

This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it!

(Y/N) finally realized the depth of her problems when she held her baby in her arms, the physical proof that things were not going to be easy at all. Of course, she adored her little girl, and after giving birth alone and unaided, without any support, she knew it would be the two of them against the world.

One night of passion and need turned into a lifelong contract with the one she now carries in her arms, and nine months of pregnancy were far from easy. (Y/N) only wanted to feel alive, experience some sort of sensation, and she made the mistake of getting involved with a man who was only interested in the bounty between her legs.

With no clan, no family, and no friends, she went through gestation on her own, until the physical changes in her body would no longer allow her to work. She couldn’t do anything to earn a living, resorting to begging for charity among the wealthy as her only source of income.

Childbirth was devastating and traumatic, full of uncertainty and terror. The pain was overriding, and (Y/N) had to sneak into an abandoned barn in order to give birth indoors. She didn't know if she or the baby would survive, pushing and struggling alone to finally meet the only bit of happiness in her life. After hours of suffering, hearing her daughter's cry gave her back her willpower, and she forgot all her negative thoughts.

It would be difficult, but the two of them would make it together.

(Y/N) found a new motivation in her little ray of sunshine, and fortunately, people were kinder when donating money because of the baby in her arms. For years, she managed to get by, doing her best to find shelter and food.

When her child was five years old, (Y/N) knew things had to change. Her daughter could not grow up on the streets, exposed to any person or factor that would harm her, and the woman became determined to find a permanent destination for them both.

She asked anyone who might be willing to talk to her about possible inexpensive and friendly places to go, and got information about a particular territory. The journey would be long and laborious, a month of walking at least, but as the person who gave her the information related, "Senjus are the most compassionate and empathetic clan in the whole world, if anyone will help you, it will be them."

Ignorant of the war and all the chaos surrounding that particular family, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to find them, praying the legends about the mighty Hashirama were true.

The first weeks passed without any problem, fifteen days of movement where she met people kind enough to give them both a hot meal and a place to spend a few nights. Her little girl resisted the adversities alongside her like a warrior and never stopped smiling. Her attitude helped (Y/N) stay afloat, fighting against life to reach their destination.

The last two weeks of the trip got chaotic, with hints of war along every road they traveled. Near Senju territory, all the houses seemed to be abandoned, and the territory completely destroyed. Trees had been reduced to ashes, residences collapsed, the skies were gray and filled with smoke.

It was a battlefield, and she walked into it without any qualms.

A feeling told her something was wrong, and her daughter refused to walk in those surroundings, demanding to be carried in her arms out of fear. After a few kilometers of walking, she realized she would find no shelter or help there, and decided to retrace her steps.

They would find a more promising route.

A strange sound sings on the horizon, and (Y/N) can see how the heavens turn red. Clouds seem to bleed, as hurricane-force winds wake up unprecedentedly from the ground. The panorama becomes apocalyptic, triggering panic and terror in the two of them. She hugs her little girl and crouches to the ground, trying to hide her face from such brutal and sudden weather.

Two groups of five people each approach from opposite sides, as if they are about to confront each other. A few meters away from her, they run at impossible speeds, and the attack swiftly begins. Fire and water fly everywhere, screams, and metal on metal.

Smoke and debris fly through the sky, landing near where (Y/N) is reduced. She knows they must flee, and her little girl's cries indicate urgency. She has to get them to safety right now, or something terrible could happen.

Quickly scanning her surroundings, she finds no place to hide, the ground crumbling to dust and ruins. Far from any structure that could shelter them and make them go unnoticed, (Y/N) squeezes her daughter tightly, and hopes those men are too intent on their battle to notice them.

She decides to run in the opposite direction of the battle, standing again on shaky legs and holding back tears. There is so much dust in the air it is impossible to see, and she keeps her child's face hidden in her chest for protection. Holding the infant with one arm, she covers her eyes with the other in an attempt to move forward.

While taking her first unsteady steps, there is an embracing heat coming towards them, feeling almost as if about to be burned alive. Everything happens so fast there is no time to react, instinctively acting. Her first impulse is to scream, clutching her little girl tightly and hoping to shield her from whatever might be happening.

An incredible explosion hits just a few meters from where she is standing, and the shockwave sends them both flying backward. In the air, (Y/N) continues to hold her daughter, an inexplicable force helping to keep her close to her. She has a few seconds to calculate how to position her body and be the one to hit the ground, but it never happens.

Before she can slam into anything, two large hands grab her under her legs and shoulder blades, holding them both and pulling them away from the floor. The event is sudden (Y/N) cannot comprehend what is happening, only seeing the face of a man both handsome and terrifying holding them in his arms, preventing them from falling to the ground.

(Y/N) feels the cold armor the man wears against her body, rising and falling with his agitated breathing. Long, frizzy black hair hides half of his face, and upon making eye contact, she is met with an unnaturally red eye.

At that moment, she falls prey to an overwhelming drowsiness, and can only think of her daughter as she falls asleep against her will.

......

"That was close, you know..." A male voice booms against her ears, as (Y/N) tries to gain order and command of her body. All her muscles feel exhausted as if she has gone days without moving. She struggles to open her eyes, but when she does, she finds a cozy room, lit only by candles.

A window indicates it is nighttime, and the mattress under her body feels comfortable and warm. Examining her surroundings, the woman notices she is lying on a large bed, and wearing clothes that are not hers.

"My daughter..." she whispers feebly, trying to sit up and get out of her comfortable rest. "Don't worry, she's fine. Last time I went to see her, Izuna was with her buying candy."

(Y/N) focuses her eyes on that disembodied voice, and is met with a heavenly image. A handsome man with prominent shoulders is sitting against the sliding door of the room, looking out into the starry night and admiring the view. He wears a yukata similar to the one she wears, but much bigger. Long black hair rains down his back, framing his defined jawline.

She might have blushed if finding her girl wasn't a priority, and the stranger seems aware of her urgency. "Izuna!" he shouts into the darkness of the night, and another man extremely similar to him immediately appears. In his arms, he carries the sleeping child, who embraces a bouquet of flowers and a small bag of candy.

"Ah... so she finally woke up. Does this mean our fun evenings are over?" the boy presumably named Izuna asks the sleeping toddler tenderly, as if she would answer. He gives the girl to the mysterious man, and carries her to (Y/N).

Hugging her daughter for the first time in what felt like years, she can't help the tears, kissing her head and remembering those events which brought them here. They both could have died in the middle of that battlefield, but life decided to give them more time.

Well, maybe not life, but that man.

"My name is Madara, and this is my younger brother Izuna... If I hadn't been there to deflect his attack, both of you would be charred right now." The younger man scratches the back of his neck guiltily, and sharing a glance with his older brother, leaves the room, disappearing back into the night.

"Of course, it was not purposeful... the colors you were wearing were easy to mistake for those of the enemy. My apology on behalf of us both." Madara analyses her from his position, arms crossed over his chest and a comprehending look. (Y/N) carefully deposits the small child on the bed, and cuddles her between covers for a peaceful sleep. She tries to get up, but her legs quickly give way under her, too weak to support her weight.

Before hitting the ground, Madara holds her, keeping her against his chest. He carries the woman to where he sat a few seconds ago, and takes a spot next to her. The night is beautiful, and a warm breeze is blowing in the garden, signaling wonderful weather. "Would you mind telling me your name?"

"(Y/N) ... I am (Y/N)." The place is exquisite, and the beautiful room she woke up in is nothing compared to her current view. All the clan's territory can be seen from her position, a million houses lit by fire.

"How long was I asleep...?"(Y/N) asks uncertainly. "About a week. We had to resort to the family healers for keeping you healthy. According to their professional prognosis, I was a bit aggressive with the Genjutsu I used on you."

"Gen...justu?" trying to understand the words and the situation, (Y/N) asks almost to herself, "I confirm you are not familiar with warfare in this territory...I assume you must have traveled from afar. What brought you here?"

"The legend about a wonderful clan and the promise of a good life..." There are tears in her eyes still, mentally going over all the troubles and the terrible experiences lived.

"Hm... that must be regarding Hashirama... Well, (Y/N), we may not be the Senjus, but life here is delightful and comfortable. You are invited to stay as long as you wish... Personally, I recommend not leaving anytime soon, Izuna is too fond of that child to allow it."

Madara stands and smiles at her, before disappearing into the darkness of the night like his younger brother.

........

It's been months since their accidental arrival at the Uchiha compound, but as Madara commented on their first night, life here is nice and beautiful.

(Y/N) found a stable place to live, friends to share with, and a promising future for her little girl. The child begged her mother to allow Izuna to train her, and she started developing in the ninja arts.

She learned a lot about the clan and the family, about their standards and ways of living. Madara did not disclose being the leader of it until a few weeks after she awoke, trying to help her adapt as best as possible and not intimidate her with his position. She understood the importance of the Uchiha family and the power Madara carries within, profoundly respecting him.

The two became extremely close, almost to an intimate point.

The Uchiha adores her little girl, and (Y/N) admits embracing him as a father figure every time she witnesses how the young child fills his hair with flowers or paints his lips bright red. Who would have thought one of the strongest men in the world could have such a soft and tender side for them both?

Seeing the leader of the family stroll around the compound decorated by her daughter was definitely a wonderful scene, especially as no one dared to comment on it, except Izuna. His younger brother was dedicated to teasing him from the first time it happened, until he fell victim to those little hands himself, and had to walk around full of flowers and paint in front of everyone.

Madara was right... they might not be the Senjus, but they were even better.

#uchiha madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #madara #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #uchiha izuna #izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios

[disillusioneddanny]

Day 3 Adoption || Learning

Damian smiled as he laid on the couch, Cecilia fast asleep on his chest as he read his chapter for his Art History class. He was currently holding the book in the air, making sure to box in the baby as he read through the words, although none of it was actually sticking with him if he was going to be honest with himself. He was slightly too captivated by the soft breaths that escaped his daughter’s mouth every few seconds. 

While he was still annoyed with his mother for going and creating a clone child without his or Danny’s consent, he also couldn’t be too angry at her either. Damian had never felt so happy so at peace in his life. This precious little girl was probably one of the greatest gifts he had been given and he was going to treasure her for the rest of his existence. And he knew that Danny felt a similar way considering the way his boyfriend would just hold Cecilia close to his chest and whisper in her ear just how much he loved and adored her. 

Yes. they were both completely and totally captivated by this little girl and she had only been in their lives for two weeks now. 

Classes had just started up for the fall semester and the two were finally getting to see if their idea for a routine would work for the couple and their daughter. It was currently morning, ten in hte morning to be precise and Danny was in his Critical Thinking and Literature class while Damian was home with the baby. He had just woken from his post patrol’s nap and thankfully his daughter had been more than happy to just sleep in that morning. Thankfully she was a rather easy baby to deal with. He would soon have to wake her up so that he could get her bottle prepared and have her fed and bathed for the day. He wasn’t entirely sure what their plans for today would be. 

He hadn’t really thought that far ahead quite yet but he figured anything would be fine. Danny would be done with classes at twelve thirty and then Damian would head to campus for his own classes at one thirty where he would be until nine in the evening and then come back to change for his nightly patrols as Robin. 

Danny would have her from that time and would send Damian hourly photos of their precious little girl so that he would be able to actually concentrate on what was going on in class rather than worrying about the baby. And worry he did. 

Damian hated being away from Cecilia. He knew how dangerous this world was and he didn’t like the idea of anything happening to his girl. He was thankful, though, that he happened to be dating an eldritch horror who had absolutely no problem destroying anyone who dared to lay a hand on their daughter. 

Danny had been horrified at first when he had learned just how protective ghosts were of their children, apparently, they would be willing to cross any lines to protect them and Danny was the same way with their daughter. He had been embarrassed at how he had behaved in front of Damian’s siblings but Damian had to admit, he first off found it insanely attractive, and second, he found it comforting to know that even his gentle boyfriend would do anything that was necessary to keep their daughter safe and sound. It had DAmian feeling far more assured of his daughter’s safety and wellness. 

Maybe he was just paranoid but he was constantly worried his mother was up to more than she said she was or that this entire thing was far too good to be true. But Danmian tried his best to stay positive, to remind himself that no, his mother had actually done this to be kind in her own, strange, special way. 

Even if it was a little strange to gift the two a daughter after only six months of dating but it was Talia, it made perfect sense for the woman to do something like that. 

Damian looked away from his book as he felt his daughter start to stir on his chest and looked down at her and smiled. 

“Hey little one,” he murmured, setting his book to the side before he picked her up and cradled her close as he sat up on the couch. “Did you have a good nap?” He cooed, running his fingers through her hair, trying to fix the knots that had formed in her sleep. Little eyes opened to show her heterochromatic eyes and Damian smiled. 

She was unique and absolutely beautiful. One blue eye and one green. He cooed at her some more as he stood up and started towards the kitchen where he set her in her little chair, fastened her in, and started getting to work on her bottle. He quickly went through the motions of pouring the powdered substance into the water and shook the bottle up slightly before he put it in the warmer for her. He then went back to the baby, picked her up, and smiled. 

“You smell disgusting,” he said bluntly. “I wanted to change your diaper that entire time you were napping but I feared that it would wake you up and upset you,” he said as he carried her to her nursery to get started on changing her disgusting diaper. He crinkled his nose as he wiped her butt and threw everything in the garbage before he thoroughly sanitized his hands and dressed her in a blue onesie and black pants, the pants showing a little Nightwing insignia on the butt. He shook his head at the outfit sighting at his brother’s ridiculousness for gifting Cecilia something so stupid. 

If Damian had it his way, his darling daughter would never be a vigilante or be a part of the lifestyle. He and Danny had already agreed that it was not something they wanted her wrapped in and would do everything they could to give her a normal life. 

Damian was already prepared to step down as Robin if the need came. He would never in a million years put his daughter through something like that, not if she didn’t have to be a part of it, at least. He left his daughter laying on the changing table to cross the room and grab a pair of socks and shoes for her and let out a gasp as he turned around to find her gone. 

“Cecilia?” He called when he heard a soft gurgling that sounded just like his daughter. “Darling? Where are you?” he asked, looking around the room when the gurgling sounded again, this time above him. Damian looked up to find the little girl floating mid-air and let out a gasp. 

He was going to murder Daniel and his ridiculous ghost powers. Damian immediately jumped into the air and grabbed her, cradling her tight to his chest as he started searching for his phone. 

This was bad, this was very bad. If Cecilia had inherited her father’s powers of flight, what other powers of his did she get? Could she disappear? Could she go intangible and density shift the way Daniel did? How had they not realized that she had ghost powers? This felt like a massive oversight on their part for not even thinking about the possibility of Cecilia becoming half ghost like her father!

But was she truly a halfa or was she just a quarter considering Damian had no ghostly gifts of his own? Was the fact that he had died enough to be a recessive gene? Damian didn’t know! For all his talents, unfortunately, biology was not something he was advanced in! He had passed the class in high school of course but that had been years ago. 

Damian found his phone setting on the coffee table in the living room and immediately called his boyfriend. He sighed as it rang and rang and rang, no answer coming from his beloved as he went to voicemail. Damian cursed before apologizing to his daughter and called his boyfriend once again. 

“Dami? I’m in class, what’s going on? Is Cecilia okay?”

“I need you to get home right this instant Daniel! We had an oversight!” Damian rushed out, still clutching Cecilia to his chest, afraid to let go for fear of her turning intangible or flying off once more. At least like this, she was calm and barely moved too much. 

“What’s going on?”

“She has powers!” 

Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m coming home right now,” he said. “In my room in the top drawer, there is a box of ghost tech. I know it looks sketchy but there’s like a bracelet kinda thing, put that on her wrist and press the button. It’ll keep her from being able to use her powers until I get there,” Danny said. 

“Okay, why do you have something like that?” Damian asked, clutching Cecilia to his chest as he walked to their bedroom and went through the drawer Danny was talking about and found the bracelet. It was god awful and wouldn’t fit his daughter’s wrist. 

“Ghost hunters for parents, Dami. I took some of their stuff with me when I left,” Danny said with a laugh. “Did you find it?”

“Daniel, this won’t fit her,” Damian said. 

“Just put it on Babe,” Danny said with a sigh as the wind started to whistle through the phone. 

“Are you flying?” Damian asked, surprise lacing his voice. Danny very rarely used his powers these days. Despite Damian constantly trying to assure him that his father wouldn’t mind, Danny stayed worried that Batman would be pissed about a meta-adjacent person in his city. 

“Yes! I’ll be home in just a few minutes, now put the bracelet on and press the button.”

Damian sighed but did as his boyfriend said and put the giant bracelet on his daughter’s tiny hand and pressed the button. It lit up and suddenly a green hue surrounded the girl. 

“What is this?”

“A ghost shield, personal ghost shield to be exact, she can’t escape it without you pressing that button. Don’t worry she can still breathe and all that jazz,” he said. Damian just let out a huff and looked at his daughter’s little face. 

“I knew that things were far too easy for us,” he said with a chuckle. “You were going to find something eventually to stress me and your daddy out, huh?”

The little girl just stared up at him, shoving her hand in her mouth. Damian smiled and shook his head as he walked out of the room and back to the kitchen to get her bottle and get the poor thing fed so that she wouldn’t eat her own hand. 

Damian grabbed the bottle and curled up on the couch just as Danny appeared through the ceiling like the barbarian he was and looked between Damian and the now-drinking baby. He took a seat beside them and made grabby hands for the baby. The man was in his ghost form, a sight that Damian rarely saw but damn was he attractive in that form. There was just something about how powerful he looked with those bright green eyes and sharp fangs that just got to Damian. 

Damian sighed and placed her in his hands. Danny smiled at her and tickled at her small little fat roll under her neck. 

“She has a tiny little core,” Danny said, pressing his hand to her chest before he phased it through and pulled a small object the size of a marble out. 

“Won’t she die without that?” Damian shouted, alarmed. 

Danny shook his head. “No, she’s mostly human, Dames. This little thing is literally just giving her some ghost powers and that’s it. But even then, since I’m her ghost parent, I have the power to hold it and check on it when I need to. It’s a ghost parent thing,” Danny explained, turning the marble-sized core around this way and that in his hands. “She’s only a very small part ghost since you’re completely human and I’m half. I don’t know the science behind all of it but she’ll never turn into a ghost or have a second form. I imagine she’s just going to have some of my powers, flight, invisibility, the basics. I don’t even know if her core is actually going to give her a special gift.”

“A special gift?” Damian asked. 

Danny nodded and pressed the core back into their daughter’s chest, his hand turning intangible for a moment before he pulled it back and wiggled his fingers a little, snow sprinkled down from his hand, a small smile on his face as it did. 

“My core is an ice core,” he explained. “Which gives me ice powers. Lia’s is just pure ecto so I’m gonna take a bet that it’s just because she’s still half me and got some of my ectoplasm when she was created. When my other clone was created, she was made of me and just me so she was also a halfa. Her core was different than mine, though, since she was her own person. If I recall, it was a wind core.”

“Was?” Damian asked, looking down at his baby, a sudden lump in his throat. 

“Yes, she died a few years ago,” Danny said quietly. “But she wasn’t a clone like Ceceilia is, she was created by a madman who didn’t know what he was doing and she was too unstable.  Cecilia is stable, I can feel it in her, she’s got enough human in her that she’s not at risk of destabilizing the same way.”

Damian nodded before he pulled his daughter back to him from Danny, feeling a sudden urge to hold her tight. He had this baby for less than a month but if anything happened to her, Damian was sure he’d destroy the entire world. He didn’t know how Danny didn’t do something drastic when his last clone had died, it sounded like he cared about her a lot. 

“I’m sorry, about your clone,” Damian said softly. 

Danny just gave him a small, sad smile. “She was surrounded by the people who loved her,” he said softly. “She wasn’t alone when she destabilized.”

“I’m glad you got to be there for her, then,” Damian said, leaning over to give Danny a soft kiss. “I love you, thank you for getting here so fast.”

“I love you too,” Danny said with a small smile, that sad look still in his eyes as he looked at Cecilia. “Now, just keep onto her, I’m going to go ghost-proof our house so someone doesn’t accidentally phase through the ceiling while we’re asleep.”

“You just had to put that fear into my mind,” Damian said with a sigh as Danny got off of the couch and ran back to their room. 

“Sorry!” He called back at him. Damian sighed and curled up with Cecilia as she continued with her bottle. 

“Your daddy is a mess,” Damian said with a chuckle. “But we love him anyway.”

@dpxdc-familyweek

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#dpxdcfamilyweek2023 #dpxdcfamilyweek #dead serious ship

[goldengoddess]

hey! i know your requests are closed, but if you ever get time, can we get nikolai lantsov as dad? i feel like it would be complete chaos! Thank you <3 (ps. love love love your work)

dad!nikolai headcanons ♡

authors note: been such a long time since i’ve written for my favorite prince book boyfriend. i hope you all enjoy my return to grishaverse writing.

warnings: pregnancy & labor

nikolai as a dad ???

are u kidding me how have i never thought of this before

i must remedy this immediately

first let’s talk about nikolai when his kid is born

obviously he’s been dotting on your hand and foot since he found out you were pregnant

when you look back on your pregnancy, you can’t really remember ever having to get up to grab something

nikolai brought you e be everything, insisting you just sit and look pretty since that pregnancy test came out positive

“oh absolutely not” was a common phrase to hear out of his mouth during those nine months

and of course he let you squeeze the life out of your hand while you were in labor, left his hand practically blue and purple but you didn’t hear him complain even once

and when your baby girl is finally in the world? PHEW! nikolai is nothing but smiles

my man is a girl dad all the way

like he Spoils your daughter in every way possible

he cries the first time he holds her

and the second, third, and fourth time

he’s pretty much a mess of tears and emotions, taking turns kissing you and your daughter

thanking you over and over again for bringing my something so good into the world

something that is a little bit of the two of you

“nikolai darling stop thanking me for pushing out our daughter and go get me some ice chips please?”

of course, in dramatic nikolai fashion, he gives her the biggest room in the grand palace

paints / decorates it all by himself while you sit and rock your daughter

he talks to her as if she could understand

though

“so sweetheart this is going to be your room. i hope you like the green but if not we can always paint it. and what do you think about this crib huh honey?”

buys her All of the toys

asks all of the grisha to perform fun little tricks for you

basically spoils her rotten

the three of you spend a lot of time in the gardens of the palace

nikolai makes it the family tradition to have picnics every sunday

nikolai (girl dad he is) brings her everywhere

she sits on his lap during during strategy meetings and giggles the whole way through

and nikolai doesn’t let one single laugh pass without commenting on it

“do you hear that beautiful little giggle? that’s my cute girl”

buys her cute little sweaters

gets her a tiara because she is “technically and literally a princess”

bring her into yalls room at night even when she’s not meant to be there

nikolai and david create special headphones so that she doesn’t have to cry about the noise during parties

gets obsessed with paintings of the three of you together

when she’s older, nikolai brags about every single one of her accomplishments

oh he loves her little teen attitude

when she starts rolling her eyes all he can be is PROUD

“look sweetheart she’s got my sass isn’t it cute”

the two of them end up bonding and falling in love with inventing

you find the two of them working together late at night

as much as nikolai wants everyone to think his daughter is daddy’s girl

she is a total momma’s girl !!!! all the way

you and her are best friends, your daughter is so obsssed and attached to you

but nikolai get its ofc

“of course you’re obsessed with you mom, she’s the most incredible woman i know. no you don’t count yet you’re still a little girl.”

you two are his best girls.

cherishes the two of you more than anything

his entire desk is filled with photos of the three of you

nikolai as a dad is absolutely perfect

he was made to be a girl dad who are we kidding?

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[coraniaid]

Top five Fuffy fics (written by authors other than yourself)

Well, I'm not sure the restriction's necessary: I don't think I'm being unduly modest in saying there are a lot more than five Fuffy fics out there that are much better than anything I've ever written (or even come close to writing, frankly).

Uh. Limiting myself to one per author and to completed works only, and not trying to sort the top five in any way, without thinking about it too hard my top five would be:

To Live In The World by IvorySteel92. There are lots of Season 6 Fuffy fics, lots of which are really, really good, but this is the only one that made me cry twice, so it must be the best. Faith comes to Sunnydale after Buffy dies to try to do the right thing and take over as the Slayer, but then Buffy comes back to life. Only this time, unlike in canon, Buffy really does come back wrong...

Je me souviens by zulu. A classic, from all the way back in 2005. Again, there are lots of Season 4 Fuffy fics -- including at least one more that I love and that almost made this list -- but I don't see how I could not include this one. Faith wakes up from her coma, not knowing where she is, struggling to remember the fading details of a dream in which somebody she can't remember is chasing her with a knife. To the extent there is a single Fuffy fic any fan of the ship should be familiar with, I think this must be it.

147 Days by TigerDragon. Another relatively older fic -- this time from 2012 -- but one which doesn't seem to have gotten quite as much recognition as I think it deserves. It's part nine of a fourteen part series (starting all the way back in Season 3 and carrying on well past canon), but you don't really need to know much more than that this is -- technically -- canon-compliant, and that it covers the time Faith spends in prison while Buffy is dead. I think it's amazing and that far more people should read it.

Flowers For A Ghost / The Girl From Away by aliceinwonderbra. I'm cheating a little bit here, as these are technically two separate stories, though you could read them in either order and both have the same starting premise. Buffy wakes up in hospital surrounded by her friends after jumping into Glory's inter-dimensional portal to save Dawn. Only, she isn't waking up surrounded by exactly who she thinks she is. While the main reason I got into Fuffy a few years ago was rewatching Buffy during lockdown and finally having the pieces click, I genuinely think this series runs it a close second. I don't think I would have started writing anything Buffy related myself if -- having finished that rewatch -- I hadn't thought "huh, I wonder if anybody has ever written Faith/Buffy fanfiction?" and eventually stumbled onto these stories.

Body Language by explosionshark. As a rule, and despite my many complaints about Season 7 itself, I think Chosen was pretty close to the perfect way to end the show, which makes me a little wary of post-canon fics. But this one is so good it makes a mockery of any reservations I had: I cannot imagine a happier, more faithful-to-the-characters continuation to Buffy and Faith's story. (Oh, and as the tags make clear -- and as I think Faith would insist my previous description already strongly implies -- Buffy and Faith have a lot of sex in this one.)

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[ash5monster01]

Goes On Chapter Nine

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

word count: 3.2k

Eight ←→ Ten

Masterlist

Ridge Academy, NY

2/14/60

It was completely surreal, Charlie thought as him and Nate walked into the school's gym. He had heard of school dances while he was in Welton, how they would dim the lights in the gym, a live band playing music a touch too loud, and kids actually have a good time while supervised. It sounded fake to him, especially because he couldn't picture Nolan watching him as he swung some girl around the dance floor. The longer he was at Ridge the more he realized it was more like public school than private, which may explain why it was more frowned upon than others. No one would take a private school seriously if they acted so much like a public one.

Yet Charlie didn't entirely mind. It was as if he had obtained the best of both worlds and even if he ended up here through a traumatic experience at least he was finally getting a chance to do all the things he fought for. He was a Ridge Reject and for the first time since he got here, he didn't really mind. So he walked into that gym, black dress pants, white button up, and red tie, ready to take it head on, and have the best night.

"Ev killed it again" Nate states matter of fact as he eyes the decorations her and Charlie had spent all yesterday putting up. Charlie remembered it looking cheesy and out of place, but now in the dark gym and flashing lights it looked as if professionally done.

"She really loves this stuff" Charlie said and Nate nodded, eyes wide as he spotted a balloon arch and photographer to take photos of all the Ridge couples on their happy night. He knew it wouldn't be long until he had to go through them for yearbook.

"Thank God you're here!" Evelyn says practically barrelling into Charlie. He catches her arms, eyeing her quickly. "I need someone to watch the punch bowl and Violet ripped her dress and is crying. I have to help!"

She's frantic, eyes wild, and stressed. Hence why she had mellowed out so much the night before. Yet Charlie can't register her words because in front of him the girl looks more beautiful than ever. Red dress vibrant against her tan skin, shoulders on display from the low hung fabric, cinched at the waist, and ruffle skirt flared to her knees. He almost feels his kness buckle when he spots her cherry red lips and brunette hair curled to perfection.

"Wow" is all that comes out and Evelyn is quick to whack him. He snaps out of it quickly.

"Please, just watch the punch bowl and I'll be back soon" she says and Charlie nods as the girl scurries off to go and help her friend.

"You can catch flies like that, I would know" Nate says with a pat to Charlies back before going off in search of his other friends. Charlie takes a moment for his mind to get back on track before going straight to the punchbowl just as he was told. Not without grabbing some for himself in hopes to help his dry throat just from looking at the girl. This was going to be a long night.

It’s not long until he sees Evelyn scurry back into the gym, Violet behind her now wearing a smile instead of tears. Charlie feels his throat dry all over again, especially when those dazzling eyes land on him and soften when they realize he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. For the first time since meeting Evelyn he almost isn’t sure what to say as she approaches him in that God damn red dress.

“How’d it go?” she inquires, still not catching on the way Charlie is looking at her. Charlie takes a moment to even form a response.

“Fine, I guess. I don’t understand why a punch bowl needs to be monitored anyway” Charlie says, trying desperately hard to make sure his eyes don’t travel down the neckline of her dress and to the cleavage that’s on display.

“People spike it Charlie, it’s one of the most notorious things to ever happen to a punch bowl” Evelyn tells him, shock covering her features because she somehow forgets how sheltered the boy was in that school of his.

“And you left me in charge of it? If I had known I would’ve been the one to spike it myself” Charlie says and Evelyn laughs, bright red lips a stark contrast to her perfect white teeth. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Seeing how perfect she looked he almost felt silly for even thinking he had a chance to wrap his arm around her last night.

“Of course you would have been, normally it’s Marty but based on that hangover he’s still sporting I figure he has nothing left” Evelyn tells him, eyes glancing to the boy who stood across the gym with Nate and Violet on either side of him. The boys eyes are hooded, dark circles underneath them, and his smile never completely fills his face.

“You look beautiful by the way” Charlie suddenly says, eyes stuck on the girl. He no longer cares about the dance or anything around him. His only consistent thought was about her.

“Thank you, I worried it was too much” she says, eyes searching his own. Charlie watches as she covers her mouth slightly, feeling subconscious about the makeup that matches her dress. “I figured it was a 50/50 shot I’d look good or like a tomato”

“Not a tomato at all” Charlie says, practically a whisper as he reaches forward and brushes some of her chocolate curls behind her shoulder. The off the shoulder design of the dress has Charlie’s mouth watering, thoughts of what Evelyn would sound like as he kissed his away along that expanse of skin.

Falling nervous under his stare, Evelyn realizes how distracted Charlie is as he drinks her appearance in. His behavior had changed drastically in the last few days and for the first time she was becoming nervous around him. She had been the flirt and now she wasn’t and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Do you have spare lipstick on you?” Charlie asks, eyes glued to the perfect pouty lips of hers. Evelyn see how he doesn’t look away and fumbles for his small purse that holds the exact tube she had used earlier.

“Here” she says, sliding it into his hand and Charlie smiles. She watches as he releases the button on the end of his sleeve and slowly pushes it up his arm.

“This is an Indian Warrior symbol for virility” he tells her, popping the cap of the lipstick and dragging it across his wrist in a zig zag pattern. “It’s supposed to drive girls crazy, I call it getting red”

“And has this getting red bit worked before?” she asks, eyes cast along the red symbol on his wrist and Charlie smiles, knowing he made her nervous.

“I don’t know, but I hope I’m going to find out” he says ducking down, whispering the response in her ear, and Evelyn nearly shudders at the suggestion of it all.

“You’re trouble Charlie Dalton” she tells the boy, fingers curling in his sleeve as she pulls it back down over the red mark and buttoning it close. “But if you wanted my lipstick on you, you should’ve just asked”

Charlie finds himself at a loss of words as she says this and turns back to the punch table as if she did not just make the most suggestive comment he has ever received in his life. He doesn’t understand how she can act so normal, smiling as she hands off a fresh cup of punch to another student. Repeating the presidents in his head and picturing Nolan in his boxers is enough to calm him down and bring him back to reality as he joins her.

“Having fun?” Laurie appears, giggles falling past her lips and arms wrapped around Eli. She wears a purple dress much different from Evelyn’s, form fitting all the way down to her knees and either she hadn’t been busted yet or already received detention.

“It sure looks like you are” Evelyn tells her, passing a cup of punch to her. It’s then Charlie realizes the girl has most likely snuck a few drinks with the boy beside her and Evelyn is trying to sober her up.

“Looking good Charles, but have you taken a look at Evelyn?” Laurie grins at the boy and Charlie chuckles.

“Thanks, and trust me. I have and she’s ethereal” Evelyn’s heart flips at the sentiment and honesty in his words. All Laurie does is crack a grin at the girl because in all the years she had known her she had never dated anyone and now the guy she finally liked, liked her back.

“You two are cute, don’t work too hard” she says before pulling Eli back off onto the dance floor and leaving the two alone again. Charlie chuckles at Evelyn’s friend, the one who always seemed to be up to no good.

Soon the punch bowl is empty and after a quick fix to an incident with the photographer, Evelyn and Charlie both finally found themselves with nothing to do. Some of the guests had already fled out but Evelyn’s friends were still on the dance floor enjoying their night. Charlie didn’t miss the forlorn look on her face, the desire to be out there with them and not in charge of anyone or anything. At least Nate had found Amy, Charlie was unsure if he actually liked her or it was distraction from Evelyn. Either way she deserved to be out there with them.

“Do you want to dance?” He asks curiously and Evelyn glances up at him, hazel eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit gym.

“We have to monitor though” she begins to defend but Charlie shakes his head, hands circling around her arms and starting to guide her away from the table.

“The punch is empty, half the student body has left, the photographer is packed up, and you’re wearing a dress that deserves a real night out” Charlie assures her, hands sliding slowly down her bare arms until his fingers interlock with her own. He’s positive he could never get sick of the way he feels when he touches her.

“Is that was you call it, a night out?” She muses and Charlie rolls his eyes.

“Yes, even if we don’t have to leave the building to go to bed tonight. Plus I’ve never been to a school dance before, I need a professional to show me” he tells her and Evelyn giggles as they finally reach the spot beside her friends.

“Do you even know how to dance?” She curiously asks and Charlie shrugs, hands settling on her waist.

“I guess you’ll find out” he tells her and Evelyn giggles just as the band starts the next song, coincidentally a slow dance, and Charlie starts to sway her like he’s done it a hundred times before.

“I’ve never danced with anyone before” Evelyn sheepishly admits, glancing at her two girlfriends who whisper to both their dates about this unusual sight they’re seeing.

“If it makes you feel better the only person I ever have was with Meeks” Charlie tells her and Evelyn giggles lightly, trying not to become nervous under his stare.

“That would have been a sight to see” she tells him and Charlie shrugs, lifting her arms lightly that were wrapped around his neck.

“It was an etiquette class we were required to take at Weston. For a week we were taught the proper way to dine, hold business conversations, and dance. We were told it the sign of an intellectual man and the best way to woo a women while finding a future wife” Charlie tells her, recalling the week where Meeks has been subjected to being his dance partner, Neil got yelled at for using the wrong fork, and Knox sneezing while practicing proper conversation with Mr. McAllister.

“What, they couldn’t find any girls to volunteer?” Evelyn curiously asked, hands subconsciously playing with the hair at the back of Charlie’s neck. The action drying out his throat.

“More than likely Nolan decided they would be better off without any female volunteers especially if I was there. I have a tendency of not keeping my mouth shut” Charlie informs her and Evelyn grins, happy to know she was finally getting to know that Charlie even though Charlie was fairly positive he would never entirely come back.

"Evelyn, come quick. The balloon arch fell and is blocking the doors" a student came rushing over before she could pry further into Charlie's past. Coming back to reality she is quick to move into business mode but before she can fully panic Charlie has grabbed her face and turned her back to him.

"I'll handle it, I'm on planning commitee too. Spend some time with your friends" he tells her and her features instantly soften towards the boy. Charlie gives her a sweet smile before going off with the student in search of the balloon arch disaster of 1960. Evelyn watches him walk away until Nate appears at her side.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asks and Evelyn smiles and nods, stepping into the boys arms as the slow song continues. Nate tries his best to not feel sad towards the situation he's in. He had dreamed of taking Evelyn to a school dance since he was thirteen and the one time he finally gets the chance her heart lies with someone else, even if she's in his arms.

"You did a wonderful job, again" Nate tells her, nodding to the decorations and party around them.

"Thanks, I can't take all the credit this time though. Charlie helped a lot even if he didn't want to be on the commitee" she says, thankful he didn't bail on her like she thought he would once he realized her club was nothing but an easy credit.

"He's a good guy, as much as I hate to admit it" Nate says, eyes casting behind Evelyn where Charlie was lifting the balloon arch, helping students secure it back onto the wall.

"He's not what I expected, that's for sure" Evelyn says, head shaking as she looked down to her shoes and Nate took a deep breath. He had waited for this girl for so many years, wasted so much time, and in the end missed his chance. Yet during all of that time he got to know her, be friends with her, and even if things weren't going to turn out the way he always hoped, at the very least she should be happy. He could learn to move on. At least he might've finally gotten his very own friend out of the deal, one he didn't make because of her. Then again, isn't she half the reason he ended up on common ground with the boy?

"You should go for it" Nate whispers and Evelyn looks back up, confusion painting her features.

"What do you mean?" she asks and Nate sighs, eyes searching her hazel ones, trying to convey how much he loved her into a single look. It would be wrong to tell her now when she had already fallen for another guy.

"Go for him Evelyn. I know you, we all do, and it's a great thing you finally found someone you connect with. He understands you and for some unknown reason you understand him. You deserve to be happy and he makes you happy. In fact he's good at the one thing I've been trying to do my whole life" Nate says and Evelyn is shocked by the words coming out of his mouth, head shaking as she tries to comprehend the words he's saying to her.

"What’s that?" she asks, trying to wrap her mind around the fact he had read her so clearly. Noticed her feelings and fears without her even coming to terms with them yet.

"Take care of you" he says and Evelyn's heart cracks just slightly. Seeing the sadness in one of her oldest friends eyes. A friend she had been close with but never let inside. In fact until Charlie she had never quite met anyone who could calm her down with a single look. Even Violet had spent years trying. It was as if her and Charlie had been cut from the same cloth and there was nothing she could do when it came to who understood her or not.

"I'm sorry Nate" she begins to mutter but he just offers a sad smile, taking a step back from her as he see's Charlie leave the now fixed balloon arch and head their way.

"Don't be, just be happy" he tells her earnestly, offering one last squeeze to her waist before letting her go literally and figurativey. He figures some part of him will always love her but at least this way she can be happy and he can learn how to be too.

Evelyn watches as Nate walks away, passing their other friends who dance together and towards a table to take a break from the night. Her mind is spiraling in a hundred different ways and she doesn't have time to process when out of nowhere Charlie's arms wrap around her waist and pulls her into his chest. His chin lands over her shoulder, hot breath fanning on her neck. She relishes in the feeling of his warm chest pressed against her back and for the first time she accepts that the somersaulting feeling in her stomach is completely normal. All because she finally liked someone in a way she imagined she never could with anyone.

"Crisis averted" he tells her and she just smiles, turning in his arms to face him, and fighting the happy tears that burn at the back of her eyes.

"Thank you" she tells him for so much more than just the balloon arch but Charlie doesn’t catch on because when the next upbeat song starts he's locked his arms around her waist and lifted her from her feet. She laughs loudly as he swings her around the dance floor, her own friends laughing before he sets her back to the ground.

"Nice moves Charles" Violet calls out, hands interlocked with Marty's, and Charlie flashes her a cocky grin.

"What, Marty doesn’t have these smooth moves?" he teases right back and Marty scoffs even though there is amusement in his eyes.

"Oh she knows all my moves" he defends, not realizing how the sentence sounds and the group laughs loudly. Marty's ears burn red as he registers what he's just said but joins in on the laughter anyway.

"It was the best first, school dance. Thank you" Charlie ducks down in a whisper and Evelyn smiles, arms coiling arund his neck and pulling him closer. She knew there was more lying underneath Charlie Dalton's surface but for the first time she knew she had all the time in the world to figure it out. For now she'd get to know him at the speed he was comfortable with and pray that maybe when she did learn it all, she got to keep him.

"Anytime Char"

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Nine.

Happy Friday, besties! Awww, it makes me so happy to see you all enjoying this, it really does. I love to create something that gets people talking, and thank you so much for investing in it :) If you want to go slower with the notes over the weekend to get to 30 then go for it, completely up to you, as ever :) Now, back to the story. You all get to meet Manny’s grandpa. Something tells me you’re going to like Ed... 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

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Words - 2,288

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“You fucking what?”

Oh yes. There went the sound barrier. And his eardrums.  

“Baby, I’m so sorry. This is a shock, I know it is, I know,” he began, his fiancée amping up to irate within a blink.

“How could you do this to me!”

“It happened before I met you, Carmen,” he revealed, attempting to placate her.

“And how do you know she’s yours, huh? This bitch could be just passing her off as yours, could have had any number of dicks all up in her and she’s trying to pin it on you!” His eyebrows knitted at that.

“Hannah isn’t a bitch. She’s a nice girl who I ended up having a one-night stand with. Trust me, I believe her when she says she knows I’m the father. The only other guy it could have been didn’t match on a paternity test. Plus, you ain’t seen the kid. She’s my double. Ain’t no doubt over her parentage, mi dulce. She’s mine.”

“And so, what now? What does this mean, going forward? She sticking you for child support, huh?” Money. Of course, that would be at the forefront of her mind. It always was. “We have a wedding to pay for, you know!”  

Manny took a breath, opening the fridge and pulling a beer out, twisting the cap off before swinging the door shut and leaning back against it. “She didn’t mention anything about child support, but I will be contributing. Ain’t no question there. That don’t mean you go without anything, though. I make good bank, you know that.”  

Despite the fact she was being selfish and thinking of herself first in all of this, Manny was, as ever, understanding, selfless as he was. At that moment, Carmen was of course tits deep in the world according to bride, not wanting anything to get in the way of her special day. He wouldn’t let it either, he loved her, after all. At the same time, though, he would not welch on a commitment to his own blood.  

“I’m going for a bath.” She tore a path through the kitchen, out towards the bathroom, the door slamming shut. He couldn’t help but note that she hadn’t even asked him, not once, how he was coping with the news. It was all about how it affected her.  

‘I’m mindful of what I just dropped on you, and it matters to me, that you’re alright with it.’

Hannah’s concern came back to him immediately, wanting to make sure he was okay after her life changing revelation. The difference was not lost on him. He sighed, pulling his phone out, scrolling through to the pictures he’d taken, pictures of his baby, ones Hannah had taken of him holding her, too, smiling widely. Oh, she was so beautiful, such a precious little thing.  

“As if I made something as fucking perfect as you, Lola Lydia Gray,” he beamed, his thumb stroking her image. “Shit, I’m a dad. I’m someone’s dad.”  

It was there that his thoughts went to his own father, Manny’s mouth thinning as he moved to go and sit down in the lounge. Manuel Santiago Snr had walked out on him, his mother and two sisters when he was five, the family moving back to his mother’s home of La Paz County, Arizona, to live with a considerably better father figure; his grandfather, Ed.  

Edward Ellison was a formidable force, half Apache, half white, and one hundred percent no nonsense. A rancher all his life, working fourteen hours a day, come rain or shine, producing some of the best, if not the best beef cattle in Arizona, breeding horses as well as a lucrative second income. A tough life for a tough man. He had perhaps the kindest heart Manny had ever encountered for his family and friends, but still, there was no doubting his mettle.  

He sat and remembered the first time he’d ever put him on a horse as a six-year-old kid. Not a pony, oh no. A fully grown quarter horse. ‘The boy needs to learn if he’s gon’ drive cattle in’ he’d explained, when his mom had pitched somewhat of a fit about seeing her little boy sitting up on a huge steed led by her father, Manny’s feet barely reaching the bottom of the saddle flaps. He had got him something a little more suitable once he did learn, though, a little dappled grey horse of just over fourteen hands in height named Chester.

Driving cattle was exactly what Manny had done, too, until he was twenty-four, spending eight years working the same hard job. It was rewarding, but he couldn’t continue, meeting a girl who lived over in Yuma and leaving to join her down there. His relationship with Corrine hadn’t lasted, but the outlaw life he’d fallen into had.  

She’d been the daughter of one of the members of the Yuma charter of the MC, hence how he got involved in it all in the first place. He missed the ranch sometimes, but definitely not the 4am starts of a morning. Thinking of his grandpa, Manny knew he was the first person he wanted to reveal the news to.  

“Hey mijo, hold on. He’s in the kitchen, doing something to the coffee machine,” his grandmother, Rosita spoke, the words ‘I’m trying to fix the godforsaken thing, Rosie!’ muttered from his grandpa, Ed taking the phone.

“You’re calling late.”

Manny checked the time on his phone. “It’s 8:06pm, gramps.”

“That’s late for me, you know I go to bed at eight thirty.” It was true, he did. In bed by eight thirty and out of it by 4am, even still at seventy-one years old.  

He couldn’t help but be smart. “Well then we have just over twenty minutes, don’t we?”  

“Fucking kids and their sass,” Ed muttered, Manny laughing. “So, how are you?”

“I’m great, gramps, really good. I had some news today, and you’re the first person I wanted to tell. I’m a dad.”

Ed stood much taller than his 6ft 2 height at hearing that, a smile lighting up his still handsome features. “You and Carmen ain’t wasting any time, huh? Congratulations, son. When’s she due?”

“Um, that’s the thing. Baby is here already, twelve weeks old, and not Carmen’s.” He waited for it; the no doubt comically delivered reaction.

“You been philandering in some other woman’s honey pot, boy?” He didn’t disappoint, his grandson hissing softly with laughter.

“Yep, but this was before I met Carmen,” he explained, Ed snorting.

“You were cutting that finer than a flea’s nut sack hair!”

Manny was in hysterics at his words, sipping his beer. “I met her two months after I was with Hannah, that’s my baby mama, by the way. Well, I wasn’t really with her, more of a one-night thing.”

Ed sighed, coughing as he let himself out of the back door, looking out over his vast property as he sat down in the porch chair. “Still no fan of condoms, then?”

“Nope,” Manny confessed, knowing it was bad. HPV had made him finally learn his lesson, though.  

“Cesspool,” Ed grunted. “I’m surprised your dick ain’t dropped off yet.” He rummaged in his pocket, taking out one of his slim cigars and lighting up. “So, what kind is my first great grandbaby? Pink or blue?” His comment sparked a memory of the time his grandmother had bought him a new shirt, one he’d refused to wear in his stubbornness, all because it had a trace of dark pink in the plaid, Manny laughing softly through his nose at how rigid his grandpa could be over such simple things as colours.

“Pink, her name’s Lola,” Manny revealed proudly. “Hold on, I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright, I’ll put you on the speaker phone so I can talk and look.” Manny accessed his pictures on a message, clicking a few and sending them through. A few seconds passed before Ed’s phone pinged, and then a couple more before he spoke again. “Aw, hell. Would you look at that little face. She’s a peach, boy. Damn, she looks the double of your mama when she was a baby. When you bringing her here so granny and I can meet her?”

“I dunno. I only found out today, so let me settle into a routine of things with Hannah first and I’ll see.”

Ed made a ‘umhm’ noise, taking a drag on his cigar. “You told your mama yet?”

“Nah, I’m working up to that. I kinda guess she’s gon’ scream at me.” Truly an understatement if ever there was one.  

“Well, of course she will. She inherited her mother’s lungs, if nothing else. How about Carmen, is she good about it all?”

Manny sniffed, finishing his beer, rising from the couch to go and fetch another. “Not really, but I’m guessing she needs time to get used to the idea.”

“Hmm.” Ed’s tone was non-comital, choosing not to voice the truth that he wasn’t surprised at all. He didn’t care for Carmen one bit. ‘That girl, she’s bougee and self-centred. Ain’t what he needs’ he’d said to his darling Rosita after meeting her for the first time. “Yeah, I guess she’ll come round to it, eventually.” Instead of being his usual, mildly abrasive, truth spewing self, he chose diplomacy. His grandson had enough to think about, without him throwing in his two cents.  

Manny said he’d call again soon, Ed telling him he’d relay the news to his grandma before getting off, leaving him to make the phone call he was carrying a certain amount of mild dread over.  

“You fathered a child with a woman who isn’t the one you’re marrying? For the love of god, Manuel! How could you be so reckless? Poor Carmen! This must be breaking her heart, and who is this woman you got pregnant in the first place? Is she an ex-girlfriend? Please don’t tell me it’s that little whore from the dry cleaners, I couldn’t stand her and...”

“Mom, breathe,” he interjected with.

“It’s her, isn’t it? It’s that girl! Oh my god, I need a drink! I mean, did I not always tell you to fucking use contraception? You’re thirty-nine, for heaven’s sake, and...”

“Mom, I’m sending you a picture.”  

“...I’d like to think that you’re at the age where you’d kno-OH MY GOD! She’s so beautiful!”  

He knew that would shut her up.  

“Ain’t she? Her name’s Lola, and no, she isn’t Esther’s. Her mom is a girl named Hannah, she’s really nice, you’ll like her,” he explained, hearing his mother virtually whimpering with joy on the other end of the line.  

“How old is she?”

“What, Hannah or bubs?”

Val sighed audibly. “The baby! As long as this Hannah girl is over eighteen then It's all good.”

“Oh yeah, well over. She’s fifty-two.”

“Manny!”  

He laughed hard, never able to resist winding the key in his mother’s back and watching her go. “I’m just playing, calm down! She’s twelve weeks, well, a little under actually. And Hannah is thirty-eight.”

“So, when can I meet her?”

He told her the same thing he had his grandpa, his mom understanding and asking him to please send more photographs in the meantime. They chatted a little more before ending the call, just as Carmen was exiting the bathroom, swathed in towels and still looking sour. “You have a nice bath, mamas?”

No reply.  

“Baby, come on. Can we just sit down and talk about this calmly?” he tried with again.

“Fuck you!” 

He winced at her ire, shaking his head as the lounge door slammed shut, picking up the remote and turning the TV on, wishing he wasn’t already four beers in so he could head back to the clubhouse and hang out. He’d come home early at Carmen’s request so he could spend some time with her, but now that idea was shot to shit entirely. He got it, why she was mad, but he couldn’t help it. A baby didn’t come with a return to sender option. Besides, he wouldn’t want her to. He was thrilled at becoming a father; he just hoped his fiancée would land on the same page sooner rather than later.  

It was a few days before she seemed to settle a little more, but he knew she was still pretty sour over the whole thing.  

“Hey yo, come look at this,” he called to Lily and Jodie a few days later, he and Carmen hanging out at the clubhouse, Angel and EZ’s wives approaching to look at the picture he showed them.  

“Awwwww! Look her smile!” Jodie gushed, bouncing on the spot, grasping her hands to her own heavily pregnant belly, Lily reading the message that accompanied it.  

“Hey daddy, look how happy I am that I just spit up all over the seventh romper mommy put me in today. Can’t wait to see you on Friday and puke all over you, too! Love Lola. Oh, that’s so sweet!”

“I know, right? She always sends a little message like it’s from the baby. Imma ruin my street cred thinking that shit is adorable, but I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed.

“You shouldn’t! She’s your first born, it’s an exciting time for you,” Jodie enthused, rubbing his arm affectionately. Carmen was within earshot, snorting and throwing herself down from the barstool, stomping out of the clubhouse. “Something I said?”

“Naw, baby girl. She’s just having a time of it, adjusting to the fact.” he replied, Jodie nodding sagely. She’d expected as much, but what Manny didn’t expect was to get blasted about it as soon as they walked through the front door upon their arrival home a few hours on.  

Carmen, it seemed, was not done being pissed off about it just yet.  

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[iwanthermidnightz]

Not only did Lana Del Rey start her Coachella headlining set early, but her entry was epic.

On Friday, April 12, at 11:16 p.m. the festival main stage screens showed an aerial view of Del Rey and her entourage rapidly approaching. As she neared, it became clear her crew was not rolling up on the expected golf carts that often shuttle stars around the Indio, Calif. fest, but rather motorcycles. And as a snippet of her never-to-be-officially-released song “Jealous Girl” played – with the lyric “Baby, I’m a gangster too” on loop – Del Rey’s motorcade took a lap through the crowd as she smiled and waved to the thousands of fans gathered for this very moment.

“What’s up, Coachella,” she asked casually, after making her way to center stage and offering a small smile before performing “Without You” into a fusion of Sublime’s “Doin’ Time” with “Summertime Sadness.” “I’m so happy to be here,” she added with another faint, and even briefer, smile. But keep in mind, this is Lana Del Rey – sad girl pop president and eternally committed to the bit, whether she’s headlining Coachella or not.

As such, her demeanor matched the elaborate set design that looked much like a dilapidated version of the Gatsby Mansion long after it had thrown its last party. Making it, of course, the perfect imaginary scene for Del Rey to host a late-night shindig of her own complete with a swing band and roaring 20s-inspired backup dancers.

Early into the set, Del Rey noted that she last played Coachella “exactly 10 years ago to the day” (during which she debuted single “West Coast”), before softly speak-singing, “We’re still doing it.” Yet, it’s not the fact that she is still here a decade in that’s impressive, but more so that she is still entirely and unapologetically herself after so many years – or at least, that the persona of Lana Del Rey is still so intact. In fact, across her nine studio albums, Del Rey has seemingly become even more herself, taking bigger experimental swings and offering longer, more eyebrow-raising track titles along the way.

And tonight, her headlining set seemed to be a quiet celebration of such, during which Del Rey sauntered across the stage performing career-spanning hits that, in a festival setting like Coachella, felt almost like underground gems that she was carefully unearthing. Even the expected “headliner stunts” were delivered with a delicate touch: She performed “Ride” while slowly spinning from within a circular, leaf-covered swing; delivered a gorgeous a cappella rendition of “The Grants” alongside her trio of backup singers; and, most notably of all, sang “Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It” via hologram accompanied by collaborator and close friend Jack Antonoff on piano, who co-produced the track. (Earlier in the night, she was joined by Jon Batiste on piano for an extended version of “Candy Necklace.”)

The hologram – though a bit morbid, especially considering the lyric, “Hello, it’s the most famous woman you know on the iPad/Calling from beyond the grave” – perfectly punctuated the spirit of the set. As evidenced by her closing song selection of “Young and Beautiful” (which was prominently used in The Great Gatsby), it became increasingly clear that Del Rey had come to make a statement.

As she sings on “Young and Beautiful: “I’ve seen the world, done it all, had my cake now. I’ve seen the world, lit it up as my stage now.” All the while, the song’s primary question loomed: “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?”

Earlier in the night, Billie Eilish delivered an affirmative answer.

Following online rumors that the superstar would be making a guest appearance during Del Rey’s set (an artist Eilish has long been a fan of), she appeared toward its end atop the arched trellis to duet on “Ocean Eyes” and “Video Games” with Del Rey. After the two were done, they sat a moment longer, seeming genuinely stunned by one another’s presence. “Get the f–k out of my face,” laughed Eilish, speaking to her hero.

“Yep, that’s the voice of your generation, the voice of our generation,” replied Del Rey. “I”m so f—ing grateful she’s standing next to me right now.” To which Eilish replied: “This is the reason for half you b—-es existence, including mine.”

That simple sentence cut to the core of the evening. Sure, the set was spotty at parts – with moments of darkness and silence in between many songs and a handful of issues with mic volume, all of which Del Rey audibly called out. And yes, Del Rey’s soft-spoken tendencies on and off stage may have not made her the most obvious headlining act to kick-off Coachella. But it’s her impact that remains undeniable.

But don’t take my word for it, take it from “the voice of our generation.” The artist who we may not have had it not been for an artist like Lana Del Rey doing what she has and will always do best: being Lana Del Rey.

As she delivered the final note of “Young and Beautiful,” the band picked up steam and her dancers reappeared with champagne bottles in hand as fireworks exploded into the night sky – all the makings of a signature Gatsby blowout. And as Del Rey rode off on motorcycle, just as she came in, the party on stage continued long after she was gone. And that’s the point.

Her undeniable impact is also unforgettable – and exactly what makes Lana Del Rey the icon she is. And one well worth the celebration.

#lana del rey #love this article they get it #and screw the guardian for their review lol

[whentranslatorscry]

Hitagi Honeymoon

018

Shinobu’s desired nasuben is, in its full form, an abbreviation of Nasu Makunouchi Bento, which has an even more specific definition. It requires the use of ingredients from Nasu for everything from meat, vegetables, fruit, rice, and milk; even the plate itself must be made from Nasu lumber. Served on nine plates (a nod to the nine-tailed fox) are nine local dishes, with the total price limited to 1500 yen. There are actually a few more details involved, but unfortunately, I am not the guy from “Oishinbo,”¹ advocating for couples to share the same surname. So, let's leave it at that.

That said, let’s dig in.

After eating our pizza and taking a brief rest, our newlywed party— myself included, having enjoyed a short nap just in case I needed to take over the wheel— packed up the campsite and headed to the restaurant we had reserved.

Shinobu, who had been lurking in my shadow ever since we got caught in the rain at Killing Stone, eventually sluggishly crept out, looking like someone being roused in the dead of night. Now when her vampirism had intensified after drinking my blood the previous night, this comparison was quite fitting.

Since the battle with the nine-tailed fox didn't happen, her blood-sucking turned out to be completely useless in the end.

Regardless, the fact that she got up without oversleeping was commendable.

Commendable—or indicative of an indomitable appetite.

She ate Mr. Donuts, as well as nasuben, and probably would've devoured barbeque and pizza if she had been awake for it. It seems, by those measures, that Oshino Shinobu is nothing more than a healthy young girl, unlike what Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade had been.

As she wobbled by, her golden hair swaying along with her, so much so that it seemed like she was rowing a boat, she devoured her nasuben by instinct alone, while Hitagi watched with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

Setting aside to what extent she was genuinely leading a brigade in middle school, from that perspective, her dislike for children— or rather, her uneasiness around them— seems to have been overcome. But then again, I wonder about that.

How heartwarming was this heartwarming scene really?

It feels as though the air of innocence masks the ferocity of the vampire… almost like an endangered species that is protected solely because of its “cuteness.”

There's an irritating feeling that while dogs, cats, and maybe bunnies are protected, dire warnings of bees facing extinction fail to hit home… Maybe it would sting more if people were told they wouldn’t be able to eat honey anymore.

But would that tender gaze turn to one of terror— nay, disgust— when they learn what creatures used to be that little girl’s staple diet?

To chalk it up to prejudice, preconception, or some sort of container would be highly inappropriate—though it hadn't been properly confirmed, it’s likely that in one parallel world, Hitagi, and probably Kanbaru, had been killed— possibly even eaten— by a rampaging Shinobu freed from her seal.

Given that this world is connected in some way to the “other,” it's probably correct that humans harbor an inherent wariness towards Shinobu.

Now that I think about it, it was rather symbolic when Hachikuji appeared in adult form on my visit to North Shirahebi Shrine— paying my respects before we left to Nikko Toshogu Shrine for our honeymoon.

In that parallel world, we'd encountered a grown-up Hachikuji who hadn't become a god but a warrior, fighting against the vampire who had destroyed the world.

It's not just because ours is a world where only soccer players can hold hands with elementary school children anymore, but perhaps she manifested herself in that form as a reminder to foolish me— though deciphering such an oracle is nigh impossible.

A long way off.

Normally— that is to say, if I had messed up as normal— this meal would have been the perfect opportunity to execute my original plan. It’s just as well that things didn't turn out that way, but how much better would it have been if they had?

At any rate, the nasuben was great. It was nice to gather around the barbecue with everyone and get a handmade pizza straight from the oven, but I must flatter the restaurant for their meals—they were a cut above.

Even though we had no platter or cutlery.²

Under such impressions, it’s no wonder that I make the absurd misconception that bread was made of, well, bread crumbs.

“The menu seems to be very informative in terms of nutrition. I'll consider exploring this for athletes.”

The difference between Kanbaru, who viewed even food as an opportunity for learning, and me, was like night and day— nevertheless, this marked the last time on our honeymoon that the four of us dined together.

…Ah, no, it may sound like someone's going to die, but rest assured, that's not where this is headed. I know it’s a matter of taste, but it’s getting harder and harder each year to see characters from a continuing drama series die by the second or third installment.

I wish for everyone’s happiness.

Every single one of us, without exception.

And so it was decided, as we stood in a general store near the restaurant, that we would buy large vinyl umbrellas for everyone for the upcoming Nikko Toshogu Shrine—the heavy rain was just too much for our folding umbrellas to handle.

I did say “for everyone,” but actually—

“I'm good without one. I feel sleepier with a full stomach, so I shall rest a little longer.”

Shinobu made this remark which may be age-appropriate for both a child and a senior citizen, and then sunk back into my shadow. So in the end, we only needed three— though it's possible that she just didn't want to sit in the child seat.

Kanbaru also insisted that her raincoat was enough, but I wish she’d let me act like a senior once in a while and at least buy her an umbrella. Honestly, seeing Kanbaru in a raincoat was giving me a bit of a trauma, personally speaking.

The memory refuses to be sugarcoated.

Not just that one…

We made a little detour that wasn't part of our original plan by sneaking a visit to the Toshogu Shrine. Although it wasn't meant to be a substitute for our canceled visit to the two main waterfalls, we had to make our way back to the Utsunomiya area from Nasu highlands anyway, so we ventured into the bustling city streets and purchased the highly-recommended Utsunomiya ham cutlets in place of our missing plans.

Since we'd decided to camp in the glass-covered Senjougahara parking lot come rain or sleet, we needed to secure some takeout for dinner— I'd assumed that we'd find something along the way, but the heavy rain had put a damper on our plans, so I turned to my boss' advice for a backup.

Might as well dutifully entrust myself to my boss.

I’d done my duty completely.

But since we'd come this far, it seemed imprudent to pass up on the rumored Utsunomiya gyoza, which we also purchased as a set for our honeymoon dinner.

Though we couldn't enjoy the meal fresh and piping hot as we didn't have a microwave in the car, the anticipation added a touch of excitement.

Ideally, we would enjoy our meal under the starry sky, but we knew better than to get greedy; well, that is, for anything other than our appetite.

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「身も蓋も、皿もないが」 身も蓋もない means direct/frank, like 率直な in the first line. But the literal meaning is "no containers and no lids". On top of that, 味 can be read as み, so 「ひと味もふた味も（違う）＝totally different」can be read as ひとみもふたみも which sounds very similar to 身も蓋も.

#ikusamonogatari #translation #monogatari series #araragi koyomi

[dva-0n-l1ne]

Xiao holding Ganyu from behind while she gives birth to their 2nd child

“Hgn..! I-it hurts…” 

Ganyu breathed out, her back pressed to Xiao’s chest. She was basically sitting in his lap, legs spread, deep in labor. His arms were around her, rubbing her swollen stomach as it contracted. She let out small whimpers. Her water had broken around an hour ago and progress has been slow. 

“Shhh… You can do this. You did wonderfully the first time. Just let your body guild you.” Xiao mumbled against the top of her head. There wasn’t much he could do for her besides encouragement. He had complete confidence she would birth another healthy child. She was so strong. 

“H-hah… T-the pressure is building! I-i have to push! Hugh!”

Ganyu’s body seemed to finally reach its peak, the baby fully dilating her cervix. With a deep breath she bore down as hard as she could, letting out a small cry of pain. The baby’s head slowly dropping into her birth canal. She finally relaxed, falling back against Xiao’s chest, “That’s it, you’re doing great.” He praised, wiping some sweat from her forehead, “Next contraction, give another big one.” Ganyu weakly nodded her head, feeling her stomach tighten with another contraction, she pushed as hard as she could. Trembling in his lap as she felt the baby sink further out of her cervix. Again she relaxed as the contraction ended, 

“I-it just feels so big!” Ganyu whined, her poor insides were being spread wide around the baby. Even without pushing, she could feel it moving lower slightly. This was admittedly a much easier birth than her first one. She knew what to do now. What to expect. That didn’t make it any less painful or hard.

“H-here comes another one…!”

“Come on, big push!”

“Hnnngh!”

Ganyu pushed down hard once more, her entrance now starting to bulge from the head of the baby. A peak of blue hair was starting to show. First a tear drop but then it started to spread wider, “I-it burns so much…” She squeezed her thighs tightly. She had to relax. Let her body naturally stretch around the head. Slowly she started to crown, making her whimper, pressing herself against Xiao for support. The baby’s head had her stretched almost to a breaking point. Tears were in poor Ganyu’s eyes. She just wanted the baby out. She weeped softly, Xiao pressing kisses on her cheek.

“You’re almost there… Soon we get to meet our new baby.”

She nodded her head, “I-i want to meet them so badly…”

She had been waiting eagerly for nine months to be the proud mother of two beautiful children. Both fathered by the man she loved so much. She couldn’t give up now.

With a new wave of strength, she sat up a bit again, getting ready for the next contraction. She pushed down as hard as she could. The baby’s head inching forward and then back again as she relaxed. This continued for several more pushes until she let out a cry, the baby’s head finally popping free from her in a gush of fluid. 

“You’re doing great honey… So close.” 

Ganyu could feel the baby turning inside her, getting her ready to get the shoulders out. It gave her a moment to work her energy back up again, “I-i want to meet my baby!” She cried, pushing down again. The shoulders came easier than the head. One popped out, then the next. Then the rest of the baby slowly slid out of her. Xiao was quick to catch the baby for her, letting her lay against him as he cleaned it, and then gently laid it into her arms,

“S-she’s so perfect…” Ganyu stammered, now crying with joy now that her baby was here. A healthy little girl with her blue hair and the start of tiny horns. They now had both a son and a daughter. 

“Perfect, just like her mother… You did so good.” Xiao praised, pressing kisses on her cheek, holding her against him as they basked in the joy of their second child coming into the world. 

“I love you so much, Xiao… Thank you for letting me be the mother of your children.” She looked up at him with a smile, her words being cut off by his lips against hers,

“I couldn’t think of another person I’d rather have a family with, Ganyu.”

#A horned pleasure: Ganyu #//Undercut because its so long #But fuck yeah #I need more birth prompts #I loved this #I hope its okay njdfjkd

[thingsthatmademe]

Lone Wolves

A slightly different format today. Two comics and then a novel. Also, less of a full recollection of each than a theme I've been picking up on. How Loathsome, Frank Ironwine, and Nevada. I'll probably be returning to at least two of these again. Content warning about transphobia, some old language, and murder.

How Loathsome is a four-issue indie comic published in 2003 (collected in 2004) that's fictional, but appears to capture the energy of the goth and goth adjacent late-90s/early-2000s LGBT scene/community in San Francisco. Or maybe just a scene or a community. It was one of my North Stars™ when I made my first pass at gender non-conformity in my late 20s/early 30s.

Frank Ironwine is a one-off comic published in 2004 about a fictional hard-boiled uber detective, solving a complicated murder that involves trans people.

Nevada is a small press literary novel published in 2012 about one girl and another maybe girl doing the best they can and the book that tipped me over into full self-acceptance.

The one How Loathsome sequence I'm thinking about today is this one

I have to admit I was smitten. It had been a long time since I met someone whose general dissatisfaction matched my own

This entire sequence captivated and captured me the first time I read it -- just an ache to both have a queer history and then find that single person to pour that history into. More important for today is both Katherine's and Chloe's self-isolation which starts to crack slightly through this arc but then slams shut when the risk of intimacy centered in the present comes knocking.

Frank Ironwine is worse than I remember. Frank is a Sherlock Holmes-like detective solving what looks like a simple domestic homicide. My memory was that Frank was solving the murder of a closeted trans-fem. Re-reading it I discovered the murderer is a closeted trans woman with the denouement featuring Frank's transphobic taunts to force a confrontation.

There's a metric butt-ton of manure to unpack in this little comic but the trope I was thinking about today was the trans-feminine person living some sort of duel life in a small city apartment by themselves who will never be able to be fully themselves.

What strikes me about the energy from both these fictional universes -- one still resonant the other making me queasy -- is how they both reinforce this idea of the gender-non-conforming human being completely alone in the world. I grew up in a world without many visible gay or queer folks, and when you did catch a glimpse this was the energy we were allowed to see.

Put another way -- if you choose this life, it will be a road of loneliness and sadness ending in premature death or worse.

I'm realizing more and more how much the idea of the lone trans woman imprinted on me and how many decisions I made based on this nominal woman.

This brings us to the young classic -- Nevada.

I didn't read Nevada in its time. It was a small press novel that I might have come across but by 2013/2014 my embrace of a gender non-conforming life was in remission as I made the awkward transition from peak young person to The Rest of My Life™. I had started to put away my girlish things and presumed that part of my life was over. It's painful to me, as I write this, to do the math and realize I would spend the next nine years of my life trying to live as a man and sort out the parts of my 30s that were good for me and the parts that were a mess.

When I read Nevada in 2022 I saw Maria, an actual (if fictional) trans woman living that same mentally isolated life -- rejecting the possibilities for intimacy and connection that are around you, preferring the wind of a downhill incline on your bike, a bagel sandwich, the exciting possibility of a bag of drugs, only able to project yourself through Livejournal to a few hundred people you don't know, or playing out the fantasy of meeting yourself pre-transition and setting yourself on the right path. I saw an almost perfect reflection of myself at that time and age -- except that Maria had figured out and accepted she was, and was allowed to be, trans.

After a good cry in the fetal position on the kitchen floor, I got up and started figuring out what I was going to do next.

As I write this I'm about eight months past that low and five months into medical transition. Back in my (self-described) wild transvestite days I'd joke that we were all cats -- occasionally coming down to sniff each other but living our lives as solitary beings. I've realized that the thing that's made everything work this time is letting go of that isolation and inviting the love and wisdom of other trans people into my life.

I'm learning to be kind to that older version of myself and to have empathy for them -- they were doing the best with what they had -- but the world we're all building for each other today is so much richer. Whatever happens, we have each other, and we're never going back.

#trans #comics

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Whether it is possible to survive… All of it is determined by your destiny. Should you really make it through this time, I can provide flexibility. In any case, the enlightenment material isn’t that beneficial to me nowadays.” It had been only Melody Shuhang who managed to move freely as a result of his ‘Dragon Group Authority’. the curse of carne's holding Only 20 moments remaining. Novel “I bought it!” Tune Shuhang’s sight lit up up, and he reported, “I can try linking towards the Dragon Community, then makes use of the process which Woman Kunna applied formerly. I can make use of the physical body systems on the seniors, and get them change their respective primordial souls.” F*ck, this d.a.m.n coward! The reason why it so unreliable at vital occasions? Girl Onion stammered, “D-pass away?” It had been only Piece of music Shuhang who managed to navigate around freely on account of his ‘Dragon Community Authority’. Only 20 seconds kept. “I got it!” Song Shuhang’s eyes lit up, and this man mentioned, “I can attempt hooking up to your Dragon Group, and next take advantage of the system which Girl Kunna employed previously. I will take advantage of the bodily bodies on the elderly people, and possess them remove and replace their individual primordial souls.” Chapter 1730 Wish to deceive me once more? No chance! The gigantic turtle of disaster suddenly closed its mouth just as before, and given back to hiding back into the void, disappearing. Track Shuhang stated, “I’m sorry, Doudou.” It had been only Melody Shuhang who managed to navigate around freely as a consequence of his ‘Dragon Group Authority’. “Today, you will pass away with us.” Track Shuhang extended out his palm to initialize the recovering manner of his magical value, making Young lady Onion’s onion sprout re-grow. “Come on, hurry up.” Tune Shuhang clutched a number of hair of Skylark’s prolonged locks. The tiny windows to your Inner Planet disappeared. Melody Shuhang instantly made an effort to make use of the Intrinsic Entire world to accommodate all people, but and also this unsuccessful. When they ended up in a condition the place time was paused, they couldn’t be shifted someplace else. Immediately after Melody Shuhang unveiled the prolonged frizzy hair, he threw it to ensure he could just let every single one with the primordial souls on the senior citizens, as well as Doudou, Delicate Feather, and Little Yinzhu, come in touch with it. “Come on, rush up.” Piece of music Shuhang clutched numerous fastens of Skylark’s very long locks. Track Shuhang promptly stated, “Connect to my Essential World throughout the Dragon Network system! Then, opened a little home beside me.” Cultivation Chat Group During this peculiar ‘Time Stop’ state, Doudou was invulnerable, and couldn’t be harmed. “Today, you will die with us.” Song Shuhang stretched out his palm to switch on the therapeutic technique of his enchanting prize, trying to make Girl Onion’s onion sprout re-grow. This was exactly what appeared to be the form for this ‘Group Tribulation Transcension s.p.a.ce’. He squatted straight down, sighed, and touched Girl Onion’s injury. “Sorry… If I’d well-known earlier, I would personally have instantly closed the pa.s.sage on the Internal Environment.”

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baby’s favorite

category: fluff, dad!spencer x reader. warnings: none. word count: 1.06k. A/N: this blurb was requested by @saspencereid for my 750 celebration! prompts: “your hands are so small!” + “why are you looking at me like that?”

For the first few weeks of your daughter’s life, she was a complete mommy’s girl. If ever you left her sight for a split second, she’d burst into tears that only stopped once you picked her up.

Each time she’d have a fit, Spencer had one of his own for the fact that his own baby wouldn’t let him hold her. She only wanted you, and no one else could stop those fat tears from rolling down her cheeks — the same tears caused Spencer’s own when he realized he couldn’t do anything to soothe them.

From an objective, scientific perspective, Spencer understood that it was common in newborns to have outbursts due to overstimulation in their new, non-womb environment. They seek an anchor when it happens and, statistically, babies tend to prefer their mother’s comfort over anyone else. Their feel, their scent, and their voices are the most familiar to the baby. Even though Spencer spoke to her through your belly every morning and night for the previous nine months, hoping to familiarize himself to the baby, the sound of his voice was still muffled whereas yours was amplified.

The science laid it out for him; it wasn’t personal, and he’d just have to wait a handful of weeks to let it pass. Unfortunately, Spencer is also known to be a bit… sensitive? Emotional? Irrational?

He sure took it personally when he spent three weeks in agony watching his own baby prefer your arms over his. He felt cheated out of his paternal role, of being someone she looked to for safety, and he was willing to make his feelings known by pouting about it every chance he got.

Eventually that phase passed, but in the many months since then, Spencer hasn’t stopped making up for lost time.

He took her to the park every Saturday, just the two of them, and pushed her on the kiddie swings until she got tired. Every quick trip to the grocery store turned into a father-daughter excursion because he'd bring her along and put her in the cart seat, even if he was just going in and out for a carton of milk. On lazy afternoons, he’d stretch out on the couch to read a good book with her sleeping soundly on his chest. Eventually he’d doze off, too, and you’d find them in the same position hours later.

Best of all, every morning he would sneak out of bed before you woke up to get his alone time to play with the baby without you there to divide her attention. And God forbid that you wake up first — he’d tackle you in a heartbeat if you tried to interfere with their morning routine.

He said it was only fair to him that he should get to balance it out because you got more than your fair share of one-on-one baby time in those first few weeks. But it wasn’t balanced at all, in fact the scales would’ve broken apart under the weight of Spencer’s side.

He went out of his way to make sure he became the new favorite and by now all you could do was concede your throne.

But it’s a title you’re happy to give up to him, because coming downstairs to your husband and baby happily together is a sight too sweet to lose.

This morning, Spencer’s sitting at the kitchen table with your baby perched right on top, cradling her pudgy little body with one arm so she didn’t topple over.

He fed her hand-mashed strawberries from a colorful plastic plate, making little choo-choo noises to get her to open up — she’s an easy child and would eat it regardless, so you like to believe the train effects are really more for Spencer’s enjoyment. But she’s giggling right alongside him and these are the two most perfect sounds you’ve ever heard.

You hid behind the wall to watch them in this untouchable bubble they’ve created around themselves. Full of light, and laughter, and love.

“Gosh, look at you. You’re the cutest baby in the world,” he cooed, stroking her rosy cheeks with a delicate finger. He left a soft kiss on each side of her face, “I love you so much, you know that?”

She giggled at him and held onto his nose with one hand as he came down to her. From where you’re standing, it sure looks like she knows.

“And look! Look at your hands! Your hands are so small! I could eat them,” he popped one of her tiny hands into his mouth and pretended to gnaw on it before blowing raspberries on her skin.

She squealed and grabbed his chin, holding his face steady to get a good look at him.

Instantly her mood changed from bubbly giggles to a sort of quiet focus. Her eyes were trained hard and mouth agape, it was a look you’ve never seen on her before.

“What is it, angel? Why are you looking at me like that?” he laughed, but her face remained concentrated. Like she was trying to communicate with him but didn’t know how.

At first she was just babbling, trying to get Spencer to make sense of her sounds. Your stomach fluttered at the idea of what may come next.

“D...D-Dada.”

Time stopped and Spencer was silent as stone. The grin melted off his face and his hands were shaking coming up to meet hers.

The more she looked at him the bigger she smiled, until it took over her whole face while Spencer’s was becoming wrecked.

“Dada!” she repeated more confidently.

With tears welling in his eyes, he hugged her warm body flush to his chest, smushing his nose into her as he pressed his trembling lips on her forehead.

“Yeah, angel. You’re right.” His sobs blended with his laughs as he stroked the wispy hairs on her head, whispering against her skin. “I’m your dad.” He repeats it to himself like he can’t believe it’s true, that he could make something so perfect and sweet.

Before she can notice his tears, he bounces her in his arms and peppers her face with little kisses until she’s having a giggly fit yet again.

In a minute, you’re going to go over there and give them both a kiss on the cheek. You’ll wipe Spencer’s eyes and tell your baby you’re proud of her. But for now, you’re going to let them have their little moment to themselves. Full of light, and laughter, and love.

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The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #Obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! headcanons #obey me shall we date #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me MC #obey me barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Luke #Obey me Solomon

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty Four.

Enjoy, besties! :)

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

“Better now?” Angel asks me, having to battle the still very hard erection he has back into his jeans. He’ll be stuck with that for a while, too, until I return to him to put it to further good use.  

“Yeah, that’s taken the edge off a little. I’m still feral for you, though.” Running my nails down his perfect chest, I share kisses with him, humming happily against his tongue. “I’d better get in there, then. Meet you upstairs in a bit.” He winks, walking me in, hands still all over me until we part at the stairs, him heading to his room while I walk around to Ursula’s lounge, softly knocking the door.  

"Edie, do come in,” she speaks, giving me a knowing smile as I enter. Oh yeah... she knows what we did.  

“Sorry,” I snort with laughter, covering my face partially with my hand, Ursula chuckling softly.

“What for, little dove?”

“Fucking your offspring against the front of your house,” I exclaim softly, taking a seat when she rises from her desk and gestures towards the sofa.  

“Well, it likely gave the neighbours something to twitch their curtains over,” she laughs, resting her hand atop mine. “Now, as for why I have requested this. I feel it is important that we get to know one another a little better, now that you're in a relationship with my boy.” I didn’t notice it before, just how lovely her accent is. She has the softest Irish tones I've ever heard, mixed in with a slight American twang, but you can definitely tell that Ireland was the place she was born.

I smile, nodding. It’s nice that she’s even taken the interest. "What would you like to know?"  

"About you and your life, of course.” Her request is delivered with a smile, jamming her elbow against the back of the couch, resting her head against her hand as she gets comfortable.

I begin by telling her pretty much the same story as I did Angel, how I was born in 2073 down in Bullhead City, and the life that followed. I tell her of my evil mother, my father who wasn't my biological one, and my years as a truant and then juvenile delinquent, and how I got into my job as a punisher by being punished firstly myself. I detail all the people who came and went from my life, old relationships and lovers, my friends who stuck around, too. She just nods and listens without interjection, letting me talk and talk. When I'm finished, she has plenty to say, though.

"In all my time on this planet I have never understood the mindless cruelty that is violence towards children. I would have loved to have had the chance to bear young when I was human, but it was denied to me. People like your mother, and I use that term loosely, because no person who indulges in such barbarity as to beat their own child should deserve the title, well, they just don't realise how lucky they are. They have the precious gift of a little one to love and nurture, to guide them through the world around them and they just waste it. I cannot even begin to express how sorry I am that it happened to you, darling girl," she laments, shaking her head sadly.

I shrug, crinkling my nose a little. "It happened, and it was a long time ago. I'm fine with it now. I mean, I still get angry about her. If anything, I wish I could resurrect her and kick the bitch to death all over again for what she did, but I don't let her hold me back.”

She inclines her head forward just a touch, looking out from under her enviably long eyelashes, completely unconvinced. "Yes, you do.” Hmm, yeah, who am I kidding? A vampire over a thousand years old has the kind of sharp senses to smell out the truth instantly.

"How do you think that I do?" I ask, wondering if her perceptions match the uncomfortable truth I mostly try to hide.

"I can tell quite strongly that you thought your mother didn’t love you, and you'd probably be right in thinking that. Linda loved herself more than anyone else, I can gauge. Because of that, I strongly feel that you have never really opened yourself up to receive love and in turn, never really truly let yourself love anyone else either. I mean romantically, because it is very clear that you love people such as Vic, Ahmed, Aileen, Miley and Sasha. I do feel through what you told me of your romantic relationships though, that you never really loved them, or let them love you.” Damn, that’s perceptive.  

"Because you think I'm scared to get hurt again, like she hurt me?" I take a breath, nodding. ”I suppose that is true.”

She is kind in her words, so very nurturing, just like Angel detailed. "Perhaps in part, but I think you know that just because she didn't give a shit, it doesn't mean everyone else who comes into your life will be like that. I think quite simply, you don't really know how to love someone, because the love you should have had lavished upon you as a child was never there, so that part of you is slightly stunted. It will come to you, if you allow it. Not that you'll have much choice with Angel. He loves you limitlessly and boundlessly, you know. You'll find that it'll grow with a love as strong as his. When we vampires love, we do so on a completely different level to humans.” Her words certainly have given me a lot to think about, and immediately I do begin to mentally question myself. Maybe that is why my relationships never really went anywhere, and why for the most part I really didn't care.

I've never had my heart broken, even when Sarah and I split up and I thought she was the love of my life, but then again, I never used those terms to describe it, not even to myself. I think the ancient and high susceptible vampire just may have a point with what she picks up on. Angel did tell me one time that it's a little frightening, how well Ursula can read a person so accurately when going on such little information. Perhaps this is why relationships, or rather the importance of being in one, has never been all that important to me either, because as she stated, that part of me is stunted.

"Yes, I know he does. I feel awful every time he tells me in as many words too, when I don't return the sentiment to him. I know he'd really like me to, but he'd never push me to say it before I felt it," I answer after a few thoughtful moments.

"He absolutely wouldn't, you're right. He'll give you all the time in the world to settle comfortably into the love you both will share one day. He thinks you're worth it," she vouches, while I sit and wonder just how much of this she knows through discussion with him, or just feels intuitively because she understands the vampire he is like no other ever will.  

"You know him through and through, don't you?" I ask, wanting to steer away from the subject of me. It feels like only a short time has passed since I arrived, when in fact forty-five minutes have gone by since now and then. Talking to Ursula is like a nice, warm mug of hot chocolate; you feel very comforted by her, warm and relaxed inside.  

"I do, and let me tell you, he hated it at first. He didn't like to be so easily read, or the fact that I could always feel his moods. It takes a long time to become used to being a vampire fully, and he hated that I had such a direct link to his emotions. EZ told me that as a human he could be very… well let's just say he jokingly referred to Angel as Mariah on occasion," she chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I shake my head a little, not immediately catching on. "Mariah? I'm sorry, but I don't get the reference.”

"Have you ever heard of the old singer, Mariah Carey?"  

"Yes, I have."

"Have you heard what a stroppy little diva she could be?"  

I can’t help the snort of laughter. "Yes, I have.”

"There you have it." I'm laughing too much to reply to her at first. Stroppy diva, oh damn that sums him up perfectly when he isn't getting his own way!

"Yes, I've experienced him when he's acting like that! Not getting his own way," I finally exclaim, composing my laughter.

"No doubt when he was your detainee," she observes. Something flickers through her eyes there, just for a second, something dark and foreboding. Something I never, ever want to see amplified. God, I bet she’s truly terrifying when enraged, and I don’t blame her at all for perhaps holding a little bit of such because of what I did to her son, regardless of her magnanimity and kindness towards me now.

"I did. He was truly horrible. I still can't believe he's the same vampire now," I confess, watching her nod.

"He's much less bad tempered now than when he went into the Correctional Department, and I really have to credit you with that fully, Edie. You did a superb job. All of you punishers do such good work. The reoffending statistics have fallen so dramatically since this kind of punishment was introduced, and that's just testament to your work," she states emphatically, nodding as she clasps my hand softly.

"Was he as bad tempered as a human? Or wouldn't you know, since you didn't know him for long when he was?" I then ask, curling my legs up and hugging my knees to my chest as I begin to feel a lot more comfortable around Angel's 'mom', pulling my dress down over my knees, save giving her an eye full of the fact I forewent undies tonight.

"No, he was quite easy going, but like EZ told me, he could be very dramatic. It was being made vampire that caused the awful temper, it brought out the darkness in him, as it does to us all when we're turned. Also, it was because he was very powerful, being made by me, of course. The older the vampire who makes you, the stronger you are. Angel has the strength of your average three-hundred-year-old, and he's only one hundred and thirty-six. I think this was why he was quite difficult as a young vampire, before his hundredth year. My other vampire children were much the same, being made with blood containing such power. Mind you, Angel can be very, very difficult even now, when it suits him to be," she explains.

I snort softly, nodding. “Oh, yes he can.”

She’s entertained by my assertion. “How well you are coming to know my boy.”

I nod in agreement, for I do feel like I’m really getting to know him quite well by now. “How many other vampire children do you have then?" I choose to ask her next.

"I only have Angel now. My other two children are no longer here with us. Adeline chose to end her own life when her human companion died, and Ivan met his final death in a vampire war. I miss them," she sighs, her eyes seeming to go misty for a few moments as she fondly remembers them.

"I'm sorry you had to lose them," I sympathise, watching her nod as she looks back at me.

"Thank you, that's kind, dear. Do you hope to become a mother some day?"  

I shake my head, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. "No, I have no maternal instincts.”

"Ahhh, then aren't you just with the perfect person right now, hmm? I suppose vampiric infertility is quite the draw to women such as yourself who do not wish to become mothers.” I suppose she's right there.

"Yeah, I guess I am really since there's more chance of the sun freezing than Angel knocking me up," I chuckle, making her laugh loudly. "Do you mind me asking why you didn't have children when you were human?" I then add, honestly wondering why a woman who seems so maternal didn't ever have kids of her own.

"It's quite simple, my parents died young and as the eldest child of twelve, it was my responsibility to look after them. I was fifteen when they died, and of course back then as long as a girl was menstruating, she was considered a woman, so I could have and should have been starting a family of my own. Sadly, my youngest sister was just a baby in arms when our parents died of disease. I had to raise her like she was my own, until she was fifteen, and the rest in the late teens and twenties. I was glad that when I was made, they didn't need me any longer," she reveals, looking nostalgic.

"Wow, and I thought I'd had a hard life," I comment, really quite taken aback by Ursula's brief story. I didn't expect her to embellish much more, she is a vampire after all, and they don't open up easily to those they don't know well.

"We've both come through our time of suffering well, and into much happier times. Well, my time was happy before all the bother I went through recently with being held at the AVA Nevada headquarters where I work, and being accused with conspiracy," she confides, while I feel my eyes widen.

"I did mean to ask you about that, well to ask if you're okay and not actually expect you to tell me the ins and outs of it, I should say," I clarify, giving my hands a little massage where they ache from work. It does take a toll on the fingers, repeated punching.

"May I?" Ursula begins, gesturing to my hands. I nod, and she takes them gently, her fingers beginning to ease over the tense muscles and sore ligaments, the feeling immediately soothing. "As for what you asked, I am more than happy to tell you what is going on. Angel trusts you and therefore, so do I. You're the woman he loves, so by default I shall place my trust in you."  

She explains to me that she thinks the chief of Nevada, a vampire named Elias Weston, who has never trusted her and wants her out because of that, is behind her being questioned, and she thinks this is his way of beginning to sow the seeds of doubt over her, by having her questioned regarding her alleged involvement with a group called the TVM, the True Vampire Movement. These are the vampires who do not believe in socialisation, integration of vampires into human society. The TVM, so Ursula tells me, work against that. They believe vampires should be superior to us.

"So, you really think it's him then?" I ask, her fingers gently rotating my thumb until it clicks.

"I am nothing short of certain that it's him, I just need to find more tangible proof. I doubt my being taken in for questioning is the last of it, so as he tries to discredit me in other ways, I shall have to be on the ball in finding evidence that these attempts to cast doubt over me and my status, and that of my family too, as I expect he will attempt next, all come from him.” She looks a little pissed off, but her calmness in explaining the situation makes me see that she’s unmoved by it, other than anyone attempting to threaten her family. Her innocence is clear. “Anyway, I’ve kept you from Angel for long enough. I can feel the need for you radiating from him, so let me keep you no longer.”

“Well, thanks for the hand massage,” I begin, Ursula nodding with a wink.  

“Before you go and cramp them up again, grasping various parts of him.”

I can’t help but laugh. “True, true. It was really nice, getting to know you better.”

“You too, lovely dove. You too.”

I head upstairs, entering the bedroom to find a gorgeous, naked vampire lying on his bed, greeting me with a wink and a big smile as I remove my boots and socks.  

"How did your chat with Ursula go?" I climb astride him, Angel lifting my dress over my head, fingers stroking my back as he plants soft, deft kisses at my throat.  

It takes a moment to reply, as always, my vampire pulling me headlong into the kind of arousal that’s been bubbling away since our very hot tryst outside earlier on. God, the things he does to me.  “It went well, yeah. She’s remarkably perceptive, she picked up on so much.”

His mouth skims over my collarbones, head lowering, sucking on my nipple with a hungry moan. “Such as?”

“Such as, um... I.. ahhhh,” I mutter, his hand pushing between my legs, fingers laying long, slow strokes to my clit. “I think I might have to tell you later.”

“No, tell me now.”  

“It’s a little difficult, with what you’re currently doing to me,” I gasp, his fingers pushing inside of my, mouth returning to my neck as my body begins to hum with the warmth of arousal.  

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” He knows what he’s doing. He’s so, so bad. His fingers return to my clit, and fuck, fuck! He’s too good with them.  

“She, um... she, ahhhh, fuck, she...”

He hums a chuckle. “Use your words, baby.”  

“She basically said that I... ahhhh, fuck! Angel can you...” Oh god, the preciseness of those fingers! “She said that it was my past, what my mother put me through, that meant I had such a hard time with loving or being loved.”  

I can feel him smile against my neck. “Told you she was perceptive,” he begins, kisses trailing from one side of my throat to the other. “I’m probably not doing much for myself here, am I, in awaiting your feelings to flourish?”  

“You’re being both a very good and very bad vampire,” I chide softly, Angel looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a big grin.

“Ahhh, it’s that duality that keeps you coming back for more, ain’t it?”  

Reaching between us, I grasp his cock, his abs trembling in response. “Well, this might play a not so small part in that, too.”

“Ahhh, I did wonder.”

“You did?”

“Mmhmm.”

“In between being an awful tease?”

He chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers from me, allowing me to position his cock at my opening and sink down on him with a satisfied sigh. “I think I’m done now.” We fall into kisses edged in fire and honey, my nails trailing through his hair as he bounces me on his cock at a languid pace, suddenly gripping my waist and lifting me off, lying me back on the bed, his body swathing mine in a blanket of tattoos and muscles. “Or am I?”

His creator was correct. Angel truly can be very, very difficult. Contexts extremely interchangeable.  

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