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willowser · 11 months

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but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.

when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.

she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"

(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)

(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")

after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.

it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.

happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.

"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.

but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.

#this guy didn’t even WANT KIDS 🥺#and yall have been together for a little while now and he ADORES your daughter #would pull the moon from the sky to make her happy #but — her real dad is still in the picture ? so he's never considered that she sees him as anything other than 'mom's boyfriend'#so to get a happy father's day drawing 🥺🥺🥺🥺#it touches his little heart in ways he never expected 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#WAAAHHH he's so cute ajfheiakal #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #✿ theme: step dad touya

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lfghughes · 6 months

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Dad Quinn on his birthday 🥺

a/n: i will never turn down any dad content thats a fact

How you had managed to sneak out of bed early enough in the morning without waking Quinn up was a miracle. Getting your five year old up to help you make breakfast for her fathers birthday was another miracle. Apparently no one wanted to wake up this morning but you were determined to make this birthday as special as you could for Quinn.

With his birthday falling in hockey season it meant that his schedule was already hectic and you had managed to organize everything so that way he had enough family time as well as work. Actually there was one family member who was ready this morning, your six month old son was more than ready to get out of the crib by the time you got to his room.

After strapping him into his little swing in the kitchen, you and your daughter got to work on breakfast and you just hoped that Quinn would stay asleep and not make his way to the kitchen at any point. “Mommy can I draw a smiley face with chocolate?” Your five year old asked and you got her chocolate syrup that she could put over the pancake. “Alright lets go wake up daddy.” You told her, making sure she had a good hold of the plate before going to grab the baby.

Following behind your five year old you couldn’t help but laugh as she stormed into your room “Daddy wake up!!” She yelled and well that definitely did it as he stirred in bed, looking confused before he realized what was going on. “Happy birthday!!” She yelled as she brought him his plate. “Did you make this all by yourself, princess?” He asked and she shook her head. “Mommy helped, I’m too small.” She frowned a little but climbed onto the bed.

“Let me see my little guy.” Quinn said as he held his arms out for you to hand over the baby. “And a birthday kiss from my favorite person.” He said as you leaned over giving him a kiss. You all sat on the bed before you turned to your five year old. “Why don’t you go grab the shirt you’re wearing later to show daddy?” At those words she immediately ran out of the room and then came back a few minutes later wearing a custom shirt that you got for her. “And me and mommy made a sign but it’s a surprise.”

A smile spread on Quinns lips as he looked at his daughter. “I’m very excited to see it.” He told her and she then pointed at her little brother. “Little bear has a shirt too.” With that she climbed back into the bed and that was how the rest of your morning went. Just perfect family time between the four of you before the chaos of the day started.

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes

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emillyverse · 1 month

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Some warnings + Chapter 1 Progress!!!!!

HELLO MY LOVELY STARS!!!

You didn't expect to see me updating KoW so soon, did you???

I usually post updates on Saturday or Sunday, but I'll be traveling so I decided to leave the previews today.

In fact, this trip is the warning I have to give. I will be away from my work desk and my materials for a few days (I don't know exactly how many but between one and two weeks), therefore I will not be able to make progress on the Comic during this period.

This is sad I know. But look on the bright side, I'm going to get a lot of rest and return to work with renewed energy!!!

✨YAYYYYYY !!!✨

Anyway, without further ado, let's get to what everyone wants to see:

THE CONTINUATION OF THE OUTLINES OF CHAPTER 1 OF "THE KINGDOM OF WISHES"

( Written by @annymation , design by @uva124 )

Check out part 1 here.

"The two brothers grew up and, with their father's teachings, became powerful sorcerers."

"But when the big day arrived, Florian was crowned king, as Magnus still didn't feel confident and claimed that something was missing in his life; something that gave him strength and courage!"

"It was then that Magnus met Amaya."

"The most beautiful maiden he had ever seen had been found adrift in a boat and taken shelter in the castle by order of King Florian."

"As a form of gratitude for the hospitality, Amaya began to serve the court as a royal alchemist and, as the days went by, she ended up winning Magnus' heart, finally making him feel like he could do...anything".

"Encouraged by his new love, Magnus decided to travel in search of adventure, leaving the kingdom to prosper in Florian's hands."

"But then, a tragedy happened. When Magnus returned to Rosas he discovered that his brother had passed away due to illness. A painful loss for the entire kingdom, which was made worse by Florian not having legitimate heirs"

"Magnus was moved. He could not let the magnificent legacy of his beloved brother and predecessors end like this."

"Feeling confident with Amaya by your side, Magnus took over the throne and changed the way wishes were granted monthly, doing dozens of them a week, making them float back to your Wish Makers, during the night"

The Kingdom was so happy and grateful that they began to name their new rulers with nicknames that reflected their magnificence and passion, thus making them known as King Magnífico and Queen Amable.

"The end".

Sabino: "I admire your taste in complex stories, Asha, but... Hmm...Don't you think this is too complicated for you?"

Asha: "I thought it was a fantasy book, but it's just romance. Yuck!”

Sabino: "Never judge a book by its cover, darling! What you have here is a history book."

Asha: "But he doesn't explain things very well.Where does Queen Amaya come from? And the king's staff?What disease did Florian die from?"

Sabino: "Well, Asha, let's see..."

"First, the queen is very private about her past, we have to respect that."

"Second. That staff is just a souvenir the king got on his travels."

Sabino: "And third. Sometimes bad things just... happen... without explanation."

"And there's nothing we can do about it."

"Unless you move on..."

To be continued...

FORGIVE FOR ENDING WITH AN ANGUISH DRAWING 🥺🥺

BUT DESPITE THAT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

And understood. Remembering that, like Anny, I'm Brazilian, but unlike her, I don't understand English and I'm always using Google translate, so maybe there are some mistakes. But Anny and you are always welcome to point out mistakes and correct me!

That's it for today and until after my little vacation Lmao 😅 I'll still be online to answer any questions or curiosities you may have, or simply to see posts and rewrites in which they mark me. I love interacting with this fun and tight-knit community of Wish Concept Art fans!

Anyway, goodbye!!

Kisses full of light and stars!

~Emy

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cucuumiia · 7 months

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Hi there ^^ I hope everything is going well and that you had a good day ^^

I just wanted to tell you that I just discovered your art on Stardew Valley and I love it!!! Your style is just so beautiful and your OCs are adorable! Shane is also one of my favorite characters ^^ I find him almost more interesting than the others with his story, we always want to make him happy ^^

But…. I admit to being a little lost in the story that you present to us. I understood that he was a single father after losing his wife (Farmer Claire if I understood correctly) but… the story is a bit messy.

Would it be possible to put it back in order that I can understand? Do you plan to do comics about it? In your style, that would be adorable!!! Sorry if I sound boring…

Hi there!! Thank you so much for your kind words🥺🥺 I‘m so happy you enjoy my stuff!!

God, you’re so right I should make a master post with my drawings sorted in a chronological order. It’s so messy help

I mostly draw these for fun whenever I feel like it, although I‘d love to have a coherent story with some sense of order. The problem is mainly that I am a bit scared to commit to for example a comic project because I can be very inconsistent, be it because of school getting in my way, life or a stupid art block and I don’t want people to frustratingly wait who knows how long for a continuation ;;;; (I started one small comic a while ago and haven’t finished yet either I am so sorry I‘m working on it!!)

Plus, I am still just conceptualising stuff here, I may rewrite some stuff later on.

But yes, I will definitely try to make a post in the future where I have my works in a somewhat coherent order so people can vaguely get a grasp of the timeline :,))

I‘m so slow with everything ;;; this also goes for all the amazing, sweet and thoughtful asks I get and I‘m trying my best to answer them all in an equally thoughtful way! I read through each and every one of them and I‘m slowly working my way through!

I hope you have a good day too!!!

#stardew fanart #sdv shane #farmer oc

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keef-draws · 3 months

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Yes I know the scar of Mike should be on the other side... But this is just one of my old drawings 🥺 If Mike and Charlie gotten along after the incident...

This is a oneshot story I made it a long time ago and no edits so expect some errors and Its cut btw (and no it doesn't reach to the point when they graduate but rather its about how they got close)... the events will be completely different from the original not until when Charlie accidentally wounded Mike.

After the Incident:

Charlie faced their father, they took all their scolding, they prisoned themselves inside their room, not wanting to see anyone. They have grown afraid of the outside world as much as they fear their own father. They have been like this for 2 days and they eventually have to go back to their school as they don't want to disappoint their father anymore.

No one really noticed Charlie's sudden absence in their school other than Mike even it was only 2 day, he got worried and decide to visit Charlie. Mike was welcomed nicely by Charlie's mom, it was a lucky timing since Charlie's father doesn't accept visitors who is currently out for a business trip.Charlie's mom apologized for Charlie's actions then she explained to Mike what is their current situation.

Charlie is still on their room hiding under the bed covers trembling in fear but they slightly peeked as they heard footsteps and voices coming outside to their room. The door opened, it was Mike and their mom, Charlie began to cry. Mike approached Charlie, Charlie's mom closed the bedroom door and leaving the two of them alone.

Mike: Charlie... I'm sorry if I've made you do this, I know you didn't mean this to happen. I just didn't know that I've been pushing the wrong buttons

Charlie didn't reply, as they continue to shake violently under their sheets.

Mike: I just want to get to know you better, and remember when I said... "it's okay to feel that way but it's rude to say it"? I... I don't feel negatively towards you.. Sure you are weird... You are Wonderful Exciting Interesting Real Different, kind of WEIRD.

Mike then gently place his hands on the sheets exactly on Charlie's head, gently giving them head pats and comfort. Charlie was taken by surprise, they flinched at first but slowly become relaxed but still nervous about all this sudden visit.

Mike then place down a paper with 4 words on it "yes, no, maybe, I don't know" and a pen on top of it, in front of Charlie.

Mike: Charlie... Charlie... I would like to be your friend, I'd be someone who'll be there by your side... I'd be someone who could listen to your woes... I'd be someone to protect you from harm... I'd be someone who will try to understand you and accept you... Will you let me be your friend?

Charlie looked at Mike with a teary expression while still partially hiding under the sheets, but Charlie knows they are being genuine even though the paper and pen kinda annoyed them but it somewhat help, as Charlie couldn't find the right words to answer Mike, Charlie moved the pen to yes.

Mike continue to ask yes-no-maybe-and-I-don't-know questions to Charlie, to which they answer, only moving the pen around the paper. The two of them grew slightly closer together for a short time, and even it's Mike who did all the talking, but even so Mike is happy to make Charlie happy.

Mike learned that to take things slow around Charlie who appears doesn't like surprises or sudden shifts of actions. As for Charlie, they finally learned to understand things that they couldn't comprehend before, but still Charlie's never get to understand their father.

#charlie in underworld #underworld office #charlie uwo #uwo #eugene uwo

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nno-user · 10 months

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HELLOOO!! This is my third time using an ask box on tumblr, I swear I'm still new to this app, but like, I keep encountering your art so much like it's so cute and funny plEasE- I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW! THE LINEART AND COLORING! also some of your posts got a laugh out of me and agreed with some too! ESP THE GENYA AROACE HC!!! I always wondered to myself why I don't consider pairing up with genya that much AND THEN THAT ONE POST OF YOU SAYING AROACE GENYA??? IT HIT ME SO HARD YES PLEASE! And honestly it makes sense to me! Considering most of the time he's with his siblings and mother so he's mostly with his loving family! But uh... after they uh

you know what-

He's left with Sanemi but Sanemi keeps pushing away with his harsh words, but he still cares and loves him (plus aswell a proper father figure too being Gyomei), and most of the time we see him trying to get his brother's approval and love like they use to, it's basically most of his character to me, I guess that's why I prefer not seeing him being with anyone romantically. Anyways, I've rambled on for too long love your art and posts!

I can tell you like Genya hmmm... 🤔

I guess if requests are still open, Genya being with Sanemi and Gyomei will be fine! Have a nice day! 🥺❤️

Omg Hi !! I did not expect such a big message 😅 (not that I'm mad)

I'm so glad you like my art so much! I love seeing people getting excited over stuff I make so I'm happy I got a laugh

I'm also so happy that I've been getting people agreeing about my Aroace Genya headcanon. I didn't expect a lot of people to agree with it but yeah, I just can't see him being romantically involved with anyone 🙏

Was it that easy to tell I like Genya ?? ^^ ...

Anyways, here's that art you requested !! Also I'm so sorry it took so long to reply. I have a bad habit of forgetting 😭

#sanemi shinazugawa #genya shinazugawa #gyomei himejima #demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer fanart #kny fanart #kny #artists on tumblr #digital art #🔍 ; no username // art tag #🔍 ; no username asks

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fireflylitsky · 1 year

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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY So, a few things: A. I'm positive Fuu would have kept her hair short when she got older B. I know I still have asks, but I just wanted to draw these guys even if it's just this sketchy thing 🥺 since no one asked me for Fuu you HEATHENS C. I absolutely adore the thought of Shino being surrounded by colorful little bugs. He simps his ladybugs so hard aksdjfhk 🥰

D. I have so many thoughts on both grandpa and father-in-law Kakuzu, don't even get me started

#Fuu #Fuu of Takigakure #Shino #Shino x Fuu #ShinoFuu #They're just really cute idk #I think Shino would be such a good dad #And Fuu just the cutest mama ever #That's right a mint green haired Aburame I friggin went there #firefly art

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chthonicgodling · 4 months

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🖤🤍ON THIS DAY 12 YEARS AGO….🖤🤍

exactly what it says on the tin: One Specific Canon Convo, dialogue written long ago by me n’ Fenixe (located on her abandoned tumblr @fenixethekid ) - some loose clips plucked out, but at least in chronological order! In honor of retconning a couple of things - I got SO carried away with this - ahem, SO WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE?!?! notes and long story below, behind the cut— beware it gets super dark in here :((( mind the content tags & proceed With Caution-

I’ve previously talked about Meli’s whole deal - two entities, Good & Evil, inhabiting one vessel - when the Evil control reset to allow the Good half to pilot, Meli was adopted by Epi & Eury to live happily ever after! 😇uh,

…Until about a year after Meli was adopted, during the first ~baby boom~ of Elysium, when Epi & Eury were now expecting their own second child, a baby girl named Melanie that Epi was carrying! “Huh why haven’t I ever heard of her before” you might be asking?? 😅 well.

And next, also undrawn - the VERY first thing that eMel proceeded to do to her adoptive father upon whisking him away, was to brutally murder the unborn Melanie.

…. and so. Epi my BABY. Well this whole time the sneak peeks have produced “oh poor Meli” and “oh cool Eris” comments but the jokes on you bc this was really an Epi post this whole time❣️🥺 baby babbbyyy/- ohhhh my hGOD DDD DD

to this date this was probably among the darkest if not THE darkest plotS in the Elysium’verse however despite also being one of my sick angsty faves, I’ve never really drawn much from this and good thing bc now 12 years later I actually FINALLY CAN draw so hello!??? at long last.

I’ll wrap this commentary up bc it’s sooo long but a final note amongst this angst - Though this was all just as excruciating as it sounds, the happy ending, eventually - when gMel put herself back together & locked eMel back away inside herself - & collected those disintegrated pieces of Melanie to put her soul back together - is that Melanie’s shade was reincarnated, in the end, into Epi and Eury’s NEXT children - twins Ty & Bel 🥹

☯️So… hahah well enjoy these tragic cinematics!!!! I spent too much time on this for no reason 🥰🖤🤍🥹 The end! believe it or not like I said this is somehow abridged so uwu if you somehow???? made it all the way to the end???????!! feel free to ask me follow up questions a fgkfk but for now!! HHHH SUFFER WITH ME-

#my art #ask to tag /#child death tw #murder tw #child loss tw #CANON CONVOS

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visd3stele · 2 years

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So,I just saw ep 5 and i’m also a fan of princess reader and Ser Criston.I loved your last fic,you are so talented and you can feel the love you put in to writing.Can you please,please write an happy ending for them?Like in the last episode he asked Rhaenyra lo flee with him,but with princess y/n?He asks her to escape to Essos,she says yes and there they get married and live together forever like they deserve 😤

//you can feel the love you put into writing// thank you so much! this is one of the best things a writer can hear ☺😍🥺

oh, boy, am i sucker for rebellious princesses.

a/n: alright, so this is an aleternative ending for this fic [X]. You can read it separately, though, it's up to you

tw: spoilers

Dread bounced from your veins against you bones. You haven't felt this nervous since the first time you snuck around the sleeping halls of the palace to find your sweet Attor, the dragon you favored since you watched him hatch from the big egg and took off flying in the depths of nigh.

But that was freeing. And you always came back as if nothing has happened. This, you couldn't brush it off, pretending to not exist.

One hand fled to your hectic heart as the other laid atop of your belly, rubbing up and down as you ran. It scared you, the motherly gesture. As if your body has already shifted for the instincts needed to the changes inside you. Too fast so. Your mind was left behind by miles.

You pushed gently on your belly. Still soft with only skin, fat and flesh to wobble under your palm. But your monthly bleeding missed the timing two times in a raw. So you have finally convinced yourself to come see the maestress. Conjuring up all your courage, you knocked on the healing quarters' door.

"Princess y/n. What brings you so unexpectedly in our company? Are you unwell?"

"Perhaps the restlessness before the wedding. Worry not, princess, I will prepare you a calming tea. You shall sleep like a babe."

A babe, you almost laughed. Fitting wording. "It's not my sleep that bothers me. It's... something else." Teeth grazed the chipped skin of your lips. They suffered the torment of your worries in the past few days since the realization of your condition dawned on you.

"What is it? Out with it, your grace. We can't help you unless we know what the matter is."

The words struggled to leave your mouth. They couldn't even take shape in your mind, much less find the voice to form them out loud. You haven't told a soul of your presumptions. Not even Criston, the father of the child you were more than sure now grew in your womb.

You couldn't have told anyone even if you wanted. Your sister, maybe, but her love for the man who was about to imprison you irked your ire. It would be a while until you could embrace your older sister again. Daemon or Viserys were obviously off limits. Unpredictable. What would they do? You knew there were special drinks - teas - to make a pregnancy disappear. Would they make you take one? Or would they rush the wedding and pretend it's your uncle's child? You didn't know which hurt you more.

As for Criston, the knight that stole your heart and possessed your body... ever since the last night you shared after finding about your father's political plans for your future, he kept his distance. Solemn bows of his head when you passed him in the halls, stiffened straight back as you waved at him, formal salutes when he draw the shorter hay and had to guard your room.

You understood the distance. If not for the baby, you would have encouraged it. It was better for both of you, perhaps. A way to pretend your marriage to be less painful than it was. Criston even wanted to leave, you heard the maids gossip. Enrole as a knight in the Watch Guard. But the king forbade it.

"My bleeding missed the due this past two months." You finally puked the words to the stunned maestress.

"Have you- have you had any... intercourses with prince Daemon?"

The inside of your bottom lip puffed to cover your teeth in thought. Should you lie? It'd make no difference if the healers thing the baby is your future husband's. But such a lie would lay heavier on your heart than the burden of shame filled looks and sharp words thrown at you for bearing a bastard. About that you were sure.

"No." You said, a feeling of pride blooming like a late flower in spring. "I haven't laid with Daemon. But I have - had - a lover."

After they confirmed you were, indeed, pregnant, you expected them to rat you out to your father. For days you waited anxiously for Viserys or Daemon or both to storm inside your chambers and demand an explanation. You wouldn't have told them the truth, knowing it'll cost Ser Cole his life. But you would have had such a surge of petty, vengeful joy to watch their plans chipped by your love.

Every day you woke up and watched your body in the mirror. Too early yet for visible changes, you caressed your stomach in awe, a broad smile gracing your features. The product of a real love you were lucky enough to live, even if it ended. Something that could never be taken from you, nor lost or forgotten in the fog of time.

You hoped the baby, boy or girl, it didn't matter, would look like Ser Cole. That they'd have his brown curls, thick brows, long lashes and eyes as dark and precious as the night sky that brought you so much happiness. Not only would it remind you of the love denied to you, but it'd also be clear whom the baby is. Not the forced husband's, but the chosen knight's.

Days passed by and you entered your third month. The maestress assured you, at the weekly meeting you had with them in the dead of night, the nausea should become a rare occurance. Which washed a wave of relief over you. As much as you already loved your child, the sickness was an annoying effect to bear.

The time for your sister and cousin's wedding came. You had to cut through the gowns made for you and sew them larger yourself as your waist thickened and you didn't want your maids to suspect a thing.

You were to meet with your betrothed at the doors of the festive hall. To enter together, posing the merry couple. You paced around your room, practicing your walk. In the past months you have gotten so used to lean back, holding your womb, as you kept mostly to your chambers. But now that you were forced to join the celebration, you couldn't risk disclosing your secret.

Before you could take the turn around the corner, however, an arm curled around your elbow, a hand covering your mouth as you were pulled inside a crammed room.

"Don't yell. It's me." Criston whispered in a hurry. His palm tasted like cinnamon and oranges and so did the air around him smell like.

You nodded and as he loosened his grip on you, you turned to face him. That bubble laugh Criston loved so much ringed through the confinement of the small chamber he brought you to. The large smile he aodored adorning your face for the first time in months.

Criston traced his fingers over your lips as you immediately circled his neck with your arms. "I missed you so much," was the only thing that made sense in your mind. All the rest of your thoughts were bits and pieces you couldn't put together in a coherent speech.

Your lover smiled, rolling his shoulder backwards and puffing his chest out if your sight hadn't begin to lie to you. "I missed you too, my y/n." He said, lowering his head to catch your lips in his.

The kiss felt like magic of old was born anew in your blood. A fire so true, so powerful it could ignite the world in a whim. You lost yourself in his touch, feeling him through every way you could.

Criston almost forgot why he was there in the first place. Your mouth tasted like honey, your hands in his hair like a breeze of fresh air on a bruised, wounded body.

Then, as if you both thought of the same thing, you abruptly pulled apart.

"I have something to tell you," your voices mixed in the same sentence, one desperate, one pleading.

"You first," you nudged him. As much as you wanted to make him aware of your child, the fluttering of your nervous heart tighten your throat, locking the words in.

Besides, it appeared he needed to say what he had to as soon as possible.

"Run with me." Criston blurted out. "Let's go to Esos, take life from scratches, build a home together." And before you had a chance to comprehend his words, he detangled your hands from him and placed a gift in your palms.

Cinnamon and oranges. Everlasting divine (as poets sing love is) and loyalty. A teary smile played on your lips, trying to conceal sobs of gratefulness. "You remembered."

Once, in another lifetime, it seemed like, you had told Ser Cole jewels or gowns did not move you. But sincere and thoughtful gifts that carry meaning did. You used to read him from herbology books the little legends scribbled on the edges of the pages. Another poetic soul has written what knowledge cannot suffice: the meaning and symbols behind each herb, plant and tree described.

"How can I forget when it's you that have spoken it?"

You bit your lip. The decision was clear as day in your mind. A plan even forming to offer Criston in case his would be ruined somehow. But you felt a pang of guilt clawing in your heart. Your sister was getting married to someone she didn't love. She would cheat with Daemon and become queen all on her own. How selfish could you be to leave Rhaenyra?

"Criston, I'm not sure I can. My sister..."

"Knows."

"What?"

"She, uh, she suspected we spent the night together since the brothel. I guess she trully can read you. She said it was obvious you liked me. And gave us her blessing. We can't be together here, but in Esos..."

"Yes!" You all but shouted. "Yes, yes, yes! Take me, Criston Cole. Take me far away and wed me to you. Give me your love. You have mine."

The knight huffed balls of incredulous laugh after laugh. When he finally convinced he heard you right, Criston sqeezed your cheeks in his hands and devoured your moutg. You returned the kiss with the same passionate eagerness.

"I thought we can take Attor with us. Flying will be easier. And faster. Then hide him in the mountains near a small village. A city, or even a town would be too risky."

You nodded at everything he said, only half listening. All you cared about was build a home with him. The how or where mattered too little.

"Before we go," you stopped him when he twisted the door's handle, "there's something you need to know." One deep breath and: "I'm pregnant. Yours." You added quickly, pushing the words into each other as you spoke hurriedly.

A variety of emitions passed over his face in such a short time, you thought you imagined it: shock, pain, anger, fear, disbelief. Only to settle on the purest felicity you have ever seen.

Criston picked you up and twirled you around (as much as the room allowed), dropping to his knees in front of you and taking your stomach in his hands. With a look of reverence in his eyes, Ser Cole touched his forehead to it. "Hello, little one. I'm your father, if you can imagine something like this. So wonderful," he said, kissing the barely showing bump.

Your hands tucked at his hair, sniffing a watery eyed laugh. In no time, you were on Attor's back, flying towards Esos, towards a future you never dare hope to have, hands locked with your knight, the love of your life, laced together on top of your growing baby.

#ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #ser criston #criston cole #my fic writing #my fic ideas #my fic #my words #my wriitng #my writing

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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This is the artwork that I commissioned from the talented @mjpens🧡

Stay In Bed has truly been one of my favorite things to write, I am genuinely so emotional over this series and my own relationship with it. I'm still surprised by the feedback and the love, so I would also want to thank everyone for their undying support and enthusiasm for it 🧡🧡🧡

This is from one of the scenes I wrote for chapter 6 and I can't stop staring at it. Thank you Maia for making this come to life, this made me beyond happy 🥺🧡

(I would also like to emphasize that in the story reader does not have a physical description whatsoever. I went the self-indulgent route and asked for it to be a self-insert <3)

the written scene is below the cut for those who are curious 🤭

“How do you like your coffee?”

“With milk,” you answer. “A lot of it, preferably.”

“So milk with a dash of coffee,” he grins, amused. “Got it.”

It’s been a couple of days since you moved in with Joel and Sarah. It was much easier to live with the father-daughter due than you initially had thought. Tommy came over in the mornings, dropping you off to work and Sarah to school, and the brothers went to do their own thing after that.

With Joel’s back turned to you, you look down at your sketchbook and add another line to what is supposed to be his unruly hair. He really needs a haircut.

Surprisingly living with him isn’t weird at all. He made you feel welcome. No awkward glances, no awkward touching. Just neighbors helping each other out. He places the steaming mug next to you and leans on his elbows. He looks at what you’re drawing and raises an eyebrow.

Joel brings the mug to his lips.

“You’re paintin’ me?”

“I’m sketching you,” you answer. “You’re a lovely specimen.”

“Is that so.”

The scent of coffee fills your lungs. Lifting your gaze, you observe his facial structures. You see the imperfections, take in the sight of his eyes, his bushy eyebrows, and the bald patches in his beard. You want to touch the small beauty park right in the corner of his eye that’s impossible to see unless you’re an inch further away.

If he knew how you saw him—if he knew how big he was in your mind— Joel would be terrified.

“Do you like art?” you ask, taking him by surprise. He takes a sip of his coffee and your gaze drops back to your sketch.

He hums, fingers thrumming the kitchen counter. “I like your art.”

“I should take you guys to an art gallery or something,” you say, smiling. “If you like mine, you’re going to go nuts over the things that are out there.”

Joel pouts and you roll your eyes. “What are you looking at me like that for?” you ask.

“I like your drawings. They’re—They feel close. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

It’s because it’s you who I think of when I create them.

“Do you know Salvador Dali?” you ask, then quickly add. “Or Dorothea Tanning?”

“Sweetheart, the only artist I know is Da Vinci and I’m not even a hundred percent sure he is one.”

“He is,” you affirm him excitedly, looking back up. “I love surrealism. It’s when everything gets really weird basically. So—wait let me show you. I think I have a couple of pictures between the pages.”

You miss the way Joel’s lips slowly curl up, adoration and fondness adorning his face, softening the edges. He comes closer. Your pulse quickens as your fingers rush to find the images, and when they do you basically rip them out from between the pages

“Look.”

All of them are images from Dali’s artwork. Mainly butterflies. Joel observes them carefully, touching them as if fearing he might stain them. You urge him to take a closer look by placing one between his thick fingers. It’s The Butterfly Rose.

“Never thought you would do homework for a hobby.”

“It’s not—” You let out an exasperated sigh, cutting yourself off mid-sentence. “Do you think I want to work at the coffee house forever? It’s not just a hobby. And of course, as an artist, I look at other art to be inspired. They make me feel things.” Seeing the startled expression on his face, you add, “Don’t you get like…shivers or something when you see a very nice wooden table?”

Oh, you made him uncomfortable. You sense that in an instant. His fingers trace the image of the painting, looking down, you notice the crease between his brows deepening with concentration. Was he concentrating on the image? In your words? You have no idea—the only thing you know is that this man concentrating on art is making your insides clench with a need.

“Sorry,” he grumbles. “I didn’t mean it like that. I do think you’re a serious artist. It’s just…fuck that came out wrong. I just didn’t think you would put in this much effort to somethin’ I said,” he shakes his head. “Shit, I’m bad at this.”

That undeniable need to touch him comes rushing back. You bite the inside of your bottom lip instead. “ I think I might’ve overreacted after hearing the same thing from my brother all the time. It’s all good. You might be the only one that takes me seriously so it was unfair for me to jump to conclusions like that.”

“He don’t support you?”

“He does…” you trail off. “In his own way, I guess.”

“That doesn’t sound like support,” he answers, clicking his tongue. “And just FYI I like your butterflies better, sweet tea.”

“Sweet tea?” you ask, lips curling with amusement and eyes widening with shock.

He shrugs. “You said you liked Dorothea…somethin’---”

“Tanning.” you quickly say. “So Sweet Tea as in…the last syllable of her name?”

“Would you rather I call you Tea?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope!” you grin, your heart elevated. “Sweet Tea is perfect.”

With a soft smile, Joel places the picture in front of you and gently taps on it.

“Well then, Sweet Tea,” he says. “Tell me more about this surrealism thing.”

#stay in bed #art commission #commissioned art #personal #tlou art #joel miller art

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chilly-me-softly · 2 years

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yess dad mason series!!! you can write sth similar to the first one but without the bad dream. Maybe mason’s daughter meets the team in his house and have an evening all together 🥺

It hadn't taken them long to arrange something, one message and then another and another, and the evening at Mason's house was planned. The boy had ordered takeaway considering the number of people who would soon be populating his house. He enjoys cooking but he certainly wasn't going to waste time and energy on a bunch of men who were going to make a mess of his space.

The doorbell rings not long afterwards signalling the arrival of the first guest and as always Alice runs to the door and waits for him there, almost rushing him. Mason is still trying to make her understand that she cannot open the door if he or someone else he trusts is not around. For hours one day they've been forcing her poor grandpa to go outside and ring the doorbell for some sort of behavior practice, Mason's apprehensive side not letting a single hypothetical escape him.

"Okay go" he murmured to the little girl, who walked up to the door almost touching it with her nose.

"Who is it?"

"Ben"

"Uncle Ben!" and then she jumps on the spot excitedly to reach for the doorknob and Mason smiles behind her helping her to open the door and allow the boy to finally come in.

"Hey you! How's my beautiful girl?" he asks taking her in his arms and complying with the girl's implied request.

"Fine" the two set off familiar with the place, leaving Mason to close the door and to wonder if he hadn't suddenly become invisible.

Soon Reece, Ruben and Kai also make their entrance, having the little girl's attention for a few minutes. Too busy with whatever she is doing with Ben to pay attention to other people.

"You've just been on holiday together, it's only normal she wants to be with you" Reece is fighting at yet another failed attempt to engage the little girl in something other than his teammate.

"Guys, don't fight - Mason takes over to calm the other children, picking up his daughter and bringing her onto his lap - I'm sure this little one here can entertain everyone, can't you Alice?"

"No" she replies dryly, making Ben laugh, Mason not hiding a smile. And everyone is saved by the doorbell.

Alice wriggles out of her father's grasp and runs to the door, opening it and forgetting everything he had recommended or done a short time before. He can never drop his attention since she started walking.

Kepa is at the door, they were waiting for him, knowing he would be a little later. Alice searches for Mason with her gaze by stepping back a bit, clinging to his leg, suddenly feeling intimidated.

"Hola mariposa. This is for you" he hands her a packet by leaning towards her and all the awkwardness she had up to that moment suddenly is like gone.

"What do we tell Kepa?" Mason nudges her as the little girl has already taken a corner off that paper, curious to see what's inside.

"Thank you" she murmurs focused, not even looking up from the package.

"You didn't have to" Mason addresses his friend now, who smiles, shaking his head. "Just a little something"

"Colours!" Alice gasps drawing their attention to her and the smile on the boy's face widens knowing he has made her happy. She then runs into the large living room where her drawing station is located so she can try them on right away.

"They are special colours. They don't write on table, skin or walls"

"Oh it's perfect" Mason is left picking up the paper from the floor as the newcomer greets the rest of the boys.

The evening continues in full blast, the boys in full sync wasting no time in finding who to mock or topics to talk about. Alice is the one who gets the most attention, taking advantage of having not only her father to play with for once, trying a few games with a few people.

"I want to colour" she and Kepa are playing with a ball, he sits with his back against the couch and tosses it to her not far away, who promptly tosses it back. And he's talking to Mason about something else when the little one comes up to him and tells him about the change of scenery by letting herself go against him.

He wraps his hands around her hips protectively, "Go and get your colours then" he doesn't even have time to put her feet back on the ground that she has already run to her table taking the small box given to him earlier and a book with some drawings.

"What do you want to colour?" Kepa asks her after she sits cross-legged on the floor and starts flipping through that pages full of scribbled pictures.

"This one"

"Oh a ballena, good choice"

"What's a lena?" Alice looked at him curiously, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Oh it's a... whale, yeah I think that's what it's called"

"Lena - she smiles again mispronouncing the spanish word, causing a big grin to appear on the keeper's face - blue cause it's in the water" and she certainly wastes no time in scribbling that too with the colour she just chose.

No one wants to admit it, but by the time Alice finally falls asleep in Mason's arms, everyone is exhausted. Perhaps more than a day's training. But they are surely rewarded, happy to have spent time with her and with no desire to stop being part of the little one's growth.

Little Mounty

#mason mount #mason mount one shot #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #kepa arrizabalaga #ben chilwell #football imagine #football imagines #little mounty

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redheadspark · 1 year

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sooo i had a little idea in mind- you can def ignore this if you want 😅 a fic with oliver wood and reader (they've been together for a year) where she meets his parents for the first time, ollie bringing reader to a christmas party at his family's and reader fitting in with his fam so easily (parents keep embarrassing him- showing childhood photos) and reader fitting in with his fam so easily and him being so smitten 🥺 ajdkandjs thank you for your time 💕 you're one of the very few writers who still write for my fave scottish boy and every time you do my heart literally soars

A/N: This is BEYOND amazing! I HAD to write this before I leave for Oregon in two days, but I love this! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Knew

Summary: After having you visit for Christmas, Oliver finds himself falling head over heels.

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

“Let’s clear these plates and get ready for presents, shall we?”

“Oh, let me help Mrs. Wood!”

“Darling girl, you must call me Amelia! And certainly not, you’re a guest in my home! Go on, grab a seat in the armchair before my husband does,”

“Why thank you, Amelia,”

Oliver was poking his head around the corner into the kitchen, seeing you moving to get up from the chair as his mother cleared the plates with a flick of her wand. The plates moved with ease, you watching with a hint of amazement since Oliver’s mother made it look so easy. The soft garland that was glistening along the kitchen countertops brought warmth and the familiar holiday cheer that Oliver could only experience when he was home for Christmas.

But this Christmas was very different: You came along with him.

Oliver already introduced you to his parents at Platform 9 & 3/4 last year, getting your bags on the train and ready for the school year. Oliver ran over to you to give you a massive hug, the pair of you writing letter and sending owls to one another throughout the summer holiday. They were wondering who you were and why their son was so smitten, most of his time on summer holiday was devoted to racing on his broomstick around the hillside near their home and drawing up new Quidditch tactics for the Gryffindor team.

Yet that summer Oliver was awaiting for every letter that was sent from you by your personal little barn owl, his face lighting up with joy as you would tell him about your summer and where you ventured to with your own parents. That morning on the platform, Oliver’s mother and father were both shocked and happy to see you and Oliver hugging fiercely in your reunion. It was safe to say that you two were a couple in their eyes, and his mother insisted having you come over for the Christmas Holidays for a few days.

Oliver was worried, thinking you wouldn’t want to go. But you shocked him by saying yes, reading over the owl sent by his mother during Thanksgiving and you agreed very quickly. So now Oliver was a bit petrified in having you in his home, thinking of the worst and wondering if you were going to see him in a new light.

But as soon as you walked into the little home, you were greeted so warmly by Oliver’s parents, and all those fears in Oliver’s mind were gone in a flash.

You were only going to stay one night before you had to go back home with your own family, though you didn’t mind it at all since some of Oliver’s cousins and relatives were over for the dinner and present opening. His cousins were all ages, some very little and barely walking and some were around his age, even two of them were already married with their own kids. The little house was bustling with plenty of screeching from the kids and gossiping from the adults, but you loved all of it. All of his relatives were nothing but kind to you, asking all the deep dark secrets of Oliver since they knew you would tell. Though at one moment Oliver had to steer you away from sitting with your mother and aunt when they took out a baby picture book of Oliver.

“You don’t need to see any of that!”

“Oliver, I doubt those pictures are explicit,”

“You don’t know my mum and da when they have a camera in their hands!”

The dinner was delicious, Oliver’s mother knew how to make the best kind of meal that was both hearty and yet sensational to eat. Every bite was a delight for you, you consistently telling her that the food was amazing as Oliver’s mom merely grinned.

“Aye, finally there is someone who likes me cooking,”

“Mum!”

“Just sayin’, Oli,”

Even throughout the meal, you were engrossed in the conversations that were presented to you by his relatives. Of course, they wanted to know all about you since you were Oliver’s girlfriend, yet you never minded since it never felt stressful or pushed. And when the topic of Quidditch came up at the table, the entire family was enthuatsic about the sport. You weren’t surprised, given that Oliver was a natural player and he learned how to fly when he was still a toddler. HIs entire family played when they went to Hogwarts.

“So, how does Oliver here handle himself in a Quidditch match,”

“Da, please don’t ask that—“

“He’s real good, Mr. Wood. Actually, he can outfly some of the other chasers and beaters on both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff squad, which I know doesn’t dwell well with Slytherin house,”

A pause was at the table, maybe his family was not expecting you to reply so smoothly and talk Quidditch efficiently. His father grinned at you, one of those cocky grins that you know Oliver inherited.

“Good, never liked that lot even when I attended back when I was a youngin’,” his da boasted.

“Which was what, half a century ago, da?”

“Easy there, Oliver,”

Now that the table was cleared and your mother enchanted the sink to wash the dishes that were under the bubbles, she sat down at the kitchen table with ease while Oliver snuck into the kitchen to sit across from her.

“How are ya, mum? Can I help ya?” Oliver asked his mother, though she tutted and shook her head.

“You’re fine, m’darlin’. I wanna talk to ya for a moment before we join the other’s for presents,” She explained, Oliver watching her with a hint of worry and uncertainty as his mother eyed him with the warmth in her eyes and her hands folded in front of her on the table.

“I think she is quite lovely,” She explained, mentioning you as Oliver perked up a bit, “And that fact that she can put up with this lot with a smile on her face says a bunch, Oli,”

“I like her too,” Oliver explained to his mother, whom was softly smiling from seeing the warmth on his face and the small glimmer in his brown eyes, “She really makes me happy, supports me and my flyin’, and…I don’t know mum she’s…she’s amazin’.”

“I can tell she means the world to you,” His mother hummed at him in agreement, “And I think you should hold onto her as tight as you can. Love is a precious thing to have, and it can be easy to loose in a moment,”

Oliver drank in what she told him, hearing how genuine she was with the notion of love. Oliver saw it in his parents and how they loved each other after so many years together, they were a great example of being in love and how to handle love. And as he thought about it more, he thought of you in his mind and how it was beyond perfect. He thought of the times you two sat together in Hogsmead, swapping candies together and seeing if the others liked it. He thought of the rainy Quidditch matches, you showing up to each one of those matches with Gryffindor colors and cheering him on. He even thought of you consoling him when had rough days, holding his hands in yours and giving him words of encouragement.

When he thought of love, he thought of you.

“I’ll try, mum,” He could only reply to his mother, whom kept her smile on her face as Oliver’s father called out from the living room.

“Come on, you two! We got presents to open!”

Oliver and his mother hopped up from their spots and walked over to the living room, seeing the cluster of cousins sitting near the small tree and itching to open the presents that were ready and waiting. Oliver eyes went to you, who was sitting on a spot in the loveseat and was watching your family members chat together. Your eyes went to Oliver, whom was simply watching you in his home and thought you looked like you belonged there. No mater the stress of having you over for only one night, or thinking that the worst kind of conversations would come out, it was all perfect and it worked out smoothly.

You both locked eyes and Oliver smiled, his cheeks warmed up instantly. He knew right then and there: he was in love.

Oliver would propose to you a few months later, right after graduating Hogwarts together, and you both would be married in his backyard under the blossoming trees.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

#oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #hp #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter fandom

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its-wabby-stuff · 1 year

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[@distinguished-turtle-enjoyer ]

ummm so like,,, hiiiii i would love to hear more about ur separated au btw 🥺🥺

also sorry for yelling in the tags sjbdjdbdjdbnd i didnt really realise that i had caps on until it was too late sksnjdbdjbdnd

So this made me incredibly happy, ngl, and really really made my day. So I took some extra time to sorta- make turtle designs. And colored them for funsies.

Including a human Don design!!

I had to test out my new iPad with something.

But there’s more. Here are some bits of the story I guess:

- Don lied about his age when getting into school so he could be in the same grade as April. He’s intelligent enough to pass.

- Don is in the robotics club and April plays softball

- When Don used the ancestry test to discover Splinter was indeed his father, he also discovered the traces of Japanese DNA. It encouraged him to learn Japanese.

- Humoring the idea of Don finding, developing, or being given one of those transformation gems.

- When Spike first met Don, he thought he was a human

- Spike does not know about the other turtles, Draxum never told him about the others.

- Don keeps his headphones on around school, working in his lab, and when he’s trying to sound out the world, so pretty much all the time. He wore glasses until he started going to school.

- Spike is really close with Hunnin and Muggin. They like to play with the turtle when he isn’t training with Draxum.

- Mikey will work at the foot shack, mostly in the backrooms.

- Mikey does graffiti art in his spare time, often Cass will join him as a body guard, but sometimes he gets Cass to make something too.

- Cass likes drawing nature.

- Mikey and Cass once took a camping trip that ended up starting a mild wild fire and they weren’t allowed back

- Cassandra has only her father, but he’s rarely home.

- Mikey does graffiti in the sewers sometimes.

- Spike and Prince rule the hidden city while Mikey and Don blend into the upper city.

- Don, April, Prince, Mikey and Cass are all Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu fans. Having seen the movies and read the comics.

- Spike is a Lou Jitsu fan, but only from the stories he’s heard from Draxum and the footage of his time in the Battle Nexus, along with what he knows about his creation.

- Spike often went out with Draxum around the hidden city.

- Spike tends to speak in the third person

- Don and Splinter are actually pretty loaded. Between Splinters Lou Jitsu funds and Dons underground selling of his technology, the two get by quite well.

- Prince has a slight accent gathered from Big Mama. He likes it, thinks it makes him sound devilishly charming.

- Prince loves the celebrity life, and it really gets to his head that he has a superiority complex, believing he is better than everyone.

- Despite the adoring fans, Prince doesn’t really feel like he has any real friends. He finds Don’s abrupt attitude rather refreshing.

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wobster109 · 1 year

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Thoughts on Parade of Providence day 3—

Kaveh

"I've heard enough. The last thing I need is more suffering."

What a moment! For Kaveh, who could never look away from anyone's suffering, who made every person's (and some creatures') suffering his own, to refuse it! This was a crucial character moment for him—all the rest of it (helping the foxes, insisting on drawing lots, donating the estate)—the rest of it was all Kaveh. Smashing the diadem, on the other hand. . . he's found his limit, perhaps for the first time. . . and he found it in himself to hold it. 🥺😭🥰

I love that he was as respectful of Sachin as he could be, despite everything. He wouldn't just take his estate for himself and ignore Sachin's wishes. And, in the end, what got Sachin (and his own father) was caring for people. I love that he used Sachin's own money to help people. . . doing what research could not, in a way. It may not have been the perfect solution Sachin was searching for, but it was something, no?

Alhaitham's Quote

"Lofty ideals may provide no defense at all against nihilism, but perhaps little decisions can. By their own choice, the idealist seeks to bring happiness to all, while denying themselves the same. Thus they shall never reach even the borders of truth until they wipe away the ignorance that blinds them."

This quote confused me a bunch. The first part seems to be approving of Kaveh, in a roundabout way: little decisions like helping the foxes, or buying a keychain, or drawing lots just because it's fair. Yet the second part seems like a critique: is he saying Kaveh shall never find truth unless he wipes away his ignorance?

On a second reading, I believe this quote is contrasting Kaveh and Sachin. Sachin is the idealist, who tried to bring happiness to all, and lost himself to despair. On the other hand, if each of us does a bit to be kind, and to help each other. . . we may stave off our slide from bad to worse.

A Tale of Two Fathers

"Whatever it is that he's researching out there, he'll always be garbage in my eyes."

I winced every time Sachin called Kaveh "my child". You HAD a child. You left him.

Kaveh's father had a child, and Kaveh's father left him.

Idealists (derogatory)! Your journey to save people began by leaving someone behind. And yet I can't be mad: Kaveh's father did make a difference. Sachin's research. . . though it cause a lot of grief, it made a difference in the end. It sent the desert people Kaveh's father, which changed who Kaveh grew to become, until he came to command and donate Sachin's estate. They ended up making a difference in the end, so I can't be mad.

And neither can Kaveh. That's the difference between him and Jiwani, who grew bitter and angry. Kaveh has grief, but never bitterness towards others.

Rishti

"To live a better life, my son became a mercenary. He was killed in a scuffle a few years ago, and his belongings were taken. Many years have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder how his child turned out, and if they hold a grudge against him? Not many people know these things anymore. I'm getting old. Perhaps, I'll forget these things soon, too."

Good god. Archons above.

This is one of those conversations that just sneaks up on you. You're chatting with Rishti, about this bizarre and fantastical situation of a man Coming Back Wrong after coming into contact with a scrap of a dead guy's consciousness trapped in a horcrux diadem, and then. . . suddenly Rishti hits you with something so damn real.

She says it so quietly. Matter-of-factly. It's just a fact of her life, just the fabric of the universe. Nothing to rage against or bemoan. It takes a few seconds for what she has said to sink in.

I interpret this as the game giving us a glimpse into Sachin's research and the memories in his diadem. Such a quiet, profound grief, all the more heartbreaking because of how mundane it seems.

The second part of the grief is the forgetting. Rishti is an old woman, stooped and forgetful. After she is gone, who will remember her mercenary son? Will there be any trace of him left upon the world? The Aranara always say that the forest will remember, to the extent that their very power comes from stories. And in another nation, Zhongli says that the Traveler will bear witness to Teyvat's history. And in a third nation, an adventurer takes on a friend's name, and an archon takes on a friend's shape.

I know about him now, Rishti. I'll remember your son!

(I would love if finding Kaveh's father's note became a commission, either daily or weekly, someday!)

Alhaitham

Nearly had a heart attack when I wandered into Aaru village, and there he was, just casually reading the research that drove Sachin and Kaveh's father to madness. That's risky! And reckless! He has a lot of confidence in himself to be different from Sachin. And perhaps he's right to be confident, but. . . it's a pointless risk. Alhaitham isn't even interested in the research! Kaveh's lost too many people already 😭

In many ways he is Kaveh's opposite, but in this. . . he has a bit of Kaveh's recklessness.

Alhaitham! Every line of his is so loaded with meaning! I was reading each of his lines several times, to try to extract the meaning of it. "Empathy is a double-edged sword," and "All important things in life involve other people. As such, it's extremely difficult to live a life that causes no harm whatsoever to others," and "the world is not built on "correctness" alone. Sometimes, being correct means nothing at all" 😭 Can't help but feel that he's trying to say something very, very essential. I could listen to him talk for hours.

That Conversation and the Fate of Humanity

Of course Alhaitham can't possibly give a straight answer to any of Kaveh's questions, ever, and certainly not "Why were you investigating Sachin when his research doesn't interest you?" Can't just simply say "to find out about your father" like a reasonable person, noooo! Instead we have to get sidetracked and have a debate about the value of Sachin's legacy, and then later he casually throws in "Sachin. . . is very likely to have met your father" like it's unrelated.

FUCK OFF, ALHAITHAM! JUST COME CLEAN AND TELL KAVEH YOU DID IT FOR HIM!

Kaveh is exactly the same. He has to get sidetracked and have another debate about. . . I'm not entirely sure what this one is about. The fate of humanity? Alhaitham says "Someone else will inevitably pick up the same line of research one day," and I believe this means that eventually someone will choose wrong, and will instead publish the research where it will drive swaths of people into depression. After all, the topic is sure to come back again and again.

It reminds me of the Narukami Island and Vanarana quests, actually. Sachin's research is a bit like the filth that accumulates over 60 years, or the Marana (the awareness of death?) that accumulates over 500: nothing can be solved for forever. Eventually, the battle begins anew, and all we can do is hope, and take up arms when the time calls. Sometimes that means fighting the Withering. Other times? Extending your hand to a classmate or a lost fox, even if it's tiny in the grand scheme. Even if it's futile. "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."

And if there comes a day when Sachin's prophecy comes true: the battle is lost, "things go from bad to worse". . . The forest will remember. We were here. Our stories were real.

"Thanks for letting me know all this." In typical Kaveh form, he says it from a safe distance after the fact, and doesn't even mention what "this" is. Thank you for letting me know that Sachin is to blame for what happened to my father, and it wasn't what I said. You're welcome, Kaveh! (In this way they are so much alike 🥰)

I think that Alhaitham's little personal quest to find answers for Kaveh. . . it's one of the little decisions that fights against nihilism.

Kaveh (Reprise)

A few loose closing thoughts:

I knew he wasn't athletic on day 1 when he nearly went into cardiac arrest climbing a tree 🥺 He's very *pant pant wheeze* it's very endearing.

How is everyone just standing around while Sachin's Horcrux tries to take over his mind? Come on, Alhaitham! Go to him!

Kaveh talks about Alhaitham a lot. Everyone at the table comments on it, it's very sweet! Rent-free in our hearts, indeed.

In closing, I found this to be so charming:

Hah, a Haravatat taking something that didn't belong to him! Immediately, I thought of Kaveh's house keys. Was delighted to find that was the actual answer!

#genshin impact #a parade of providence #kaveh #alhaitham #sachin #spoilers

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Tony would probably someday find some love letters his father wrote to his mom when they were young or see something like that in a movie and decide he wants to do it too. So he decides to write you a love letter, just a little something a bit more elaborate declaring his love for you, complimenting you, making promises... but then he realizes that he kinda sucks at words so needs to ask Maria and Jarvis or JARVIS for help 😭😭😭 he's just trying to be cute 😭

Omg wait 🥺 low key Maria would probably be looking through old things one day, maybe a chest of old photos, old drawings, birthday cards, etc, and is like Oh! Tony look! Your father wrote me this when we were dating 🥰 and Tony’s like ew I don’t wanna see that 🤧😭 but she probably reads aloud it anyway 🥰🥰 but it does give him an idea!! But after like the sixth try he’s not very happy with his finished product but he probably keeps it anyway 🥺 and maybe finds it again a while later in a super random place or you find it 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he’s like cringing and feels stupid tbh but even if it is cheesy it’s adorable okay 🥹

Older Tony is probably surprisingly good and short sweet messages sometimes 🥰 but only sometimes 🫠 his best notecards probably weren’t written on Valentine’s Day or your anniversary, but instead when he’s probably about to die 😐 like something straight out of a page of a Victorian era romance novel (well maybe not that far, but you get the idea). He really has a wide range of knowledge and vocabulary that helps him out with that! But these days he’s probably only super in tune with his emotions when his life is threatened 🥲 Other times he has romantic sticky notes ranging from “I love you :)” to “I’m gonna eat that pussy tonight :)”

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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Hellooo!! I just found this account and i gotta say i luvvv ur posts, they make me so happy :,) especially ur dadspy ones T-T . I ALSO wanted to ask if mayyybbbeee (only if u really want to ofc)… um write some cute lil headcannons bout my fav boy Scout 🥺 i feel like not a lot of people chose him as their favs but idk why but i think this man is the boy of my fucking dreams and it’d be rlly cool and epic if u wrote some cool/cute headcannons bout him 🥹 (sorry if this has been done before!!) - 💖

Scout was on his way to becoming a pro baseball player, he lost his scholarship however because he couldn’t keep his grades up. he instead took the job for Mann Co. because it was really good money that he could send home to Ma

he thinks she’s disappointed in him for not getting into college even if to just play baseball, but she’s proud of him no matter what he does

he has a rabbit plush from his childhood that he sleeps with every night and hides during the day. it’s been resewn over and over and is very dingy and dirty. he has no idea who it’s from but it’s always been very special to him

Scout has his own comic series he draws on stowed away in his room. he’s kept hidden because he’s embarrassed about it. it’s a typical superhero comic with a self insert of himself as the main character

he copies things his teammates do, mostly Spy. it’s always small things like how they stand or walk or if one of them starts acting all confident then he will too. he doesn’t realize he does it, but he does because he looks up to all of them

he’s self conscious about his buck teeth but any time someone refers to them as cute or adorable, he gets all flustered and giddy over it

Scout is VERY praise driven, he thrives on having approval of everyone he looks up to. if anyone on the team needs something done, he’s almost always the first to volunteer himself and loathes when they ask he take someone with him

he’s bi and doesn’t realize it, he just thinks it’s normal for guys to find other guys really hot and daydream about them and doodle them in his comics later. he always has a justification for why that time he saw Soldier shirtless right after a shower made him all flustered

he was in both his high schools track and baseball team as the star player. track was more a hobby to him so he could keep limber for his baseball games and when he’d go off and cause trouble with his brothers

Scout’s been arrested once before joining Mann Co. but doesn’t realize his brothers have actually kept him from getting in trouble with the law many more times. they would always try to shove him out of the way and have him run home when they could tell cops were about to get involved because they knew if he got arrested, Ma would be very upset

he was arrested for taking part in robbing a gas station, and was young enough to be let off without any trouble

Scout’s name on his birth certificate is spelled with the accents (Jérémy) but everyone, even Ma, always spells it without. he doesn’t even really know there are accents in his name

he’s semi-fluent in Italian

he looks up to Spy a lot. he sees him as the father figure he never had and genuinely admires everything he does. out of everyone on the team, he copies him the most, down to even sneakily buying himself a butterfly knife to teach himself how to flip it around like Spy does. they pick on each other a lot and bicker even more, but they’re both just as quick to find little ways to say they’re sorry after things have calmed down

he considers everyone on the team his best friend, but he hangs around Pyro and Sniper mostly. Pyro because they enjoy a lot of the same things he does when it comes to TV or comics or whatnot. and Sniper because he’s a good listener and will allow him to just trail behind him all afternoon and talk his ear off. and because after he came out of his shell, Sniper turned out to be just as much a troublemaker he was

Scout, Sniper, and Demo are the three to watch out for if there’s even a hint of a “so stupid it’s dangerous but sounds fun” idea floating around. jumping off the base into a pool? they’re gonna do it. see how long someone can hold to the top of the camper while Sniper drives donuts in the desert? let’s get drinks and see how bad this can go. “I dare you to take a sip out the sewage water under the bridge.” “okay, but you gotta do my chores for a week.”

also hi, you’re Sparkles now

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #bootleg jerma #//Sparkles Anon

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