#that played with dolls or liked butterflies as a young child

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 5. year one: early september, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x regulus black warnings for this chapter—none word count—1.9k

the woes of the first week.

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 “how is she?” you inquire.

evan remains quiet for a few moments, the very picture of misery. sad eyes pour down the letter held between steady fingers, toast and marmalade untouched by his elbow. he had read it trice and still remains unsatisfied. if you weren’t as tired, you’d snatch it out his hands to inspect it yourself. unfortunately, both of you seem to have been tormented by a sleepless night.

“completely bedridden,” he surmises. there’s a pinch between his brows that will become routine when he’ll be faced with something inconsiderate. you know upon notice, and it feels as though you always knew, “from a common cold.”

hardly a novelty, “hope she gets better soon,” she never does, and anyone but evan would scoff at the words. you wonder if he ever tires of hearing them. a porcelain cup between your palms warms you – black tea and balmy fumes against your skin, “how’d she catch it, anyway?”

“exploring the garden,”

“thought she wasn’t allowed to do that.”

“you’ve met pandora,” he grumbles, folding the letter neatly before hiding it inside the inner lapels of his cloak. close to the heart, where all important things should remain, “a rambunctious child,” he says, as if he isn’t one. the miasma of his father’s perfume doesn’t enfold him. he seems particularly young in the pale morning light, “don’t think she realises the consequences.”

no, surely she does not. sickly and dream-like, pandora rosier speaks little and feels too much. the sight of a butterfly’s torn wing had distraught her so horribly that she fell comatose for a week before she awoke mid-winter with a terrible headache and no recollection of the occurrence. mrs rosier had forbid anyone to speak of it, and pandora was no longer allowed to play in the manor’s garden without an escort. every space needed to be scrubbed and tailored before she was to step foot in it.

not that it helped much. once, pandora told you that she saw mirages in the dancing dust. you thought her terribly stupid and suggested to play dolls instead.

“how will she fare, i wonder,” you think yourself sounding very diplomatic, like mrs rosier when she masked worry with a pinched lip and a slight raise of a brow. your weathered gaze sweeps the sleepy gaggle of children seeking breakfast in the great hall. today, it is much less impressive than the night of the sorting, “hogwarts is hardly up to standards.”

truly, headless ghosts and moving armours, twisting staircases and wailing portraits, not to mention the great expanse of rolling hills and the murky depths of the black lake, still as glass against the trees when you peeked at it this morning. you imagine pandora would faint at the sight of a ripple, or burst into tears upon a still portraits sudden, uncanny movement.

evan must have considered this for far longer than you have. he shrugs. either he doesn’t want to say or he doesn’t want to speak of this further. both fit you fine, for your interest in young pandora goes as far as politeness wills it.

“where’s regulus?” he switches topic idly, pouring some milk into a steaming cup that appeared by his right hand no sooner than he moved it.

“how should i know,” perhaps a tone too petulant for such an offhanded comment, “sleeping, probably.”

he tuts, “surprised you’re awake.”

“i'm very diligent and studious,” you remark, which only earns a quiet chortle. a year ago you would have smacked him. perhaps you haven’t changed so much, because he nurses his shoulder with a glare pointed in your direction, “don’t pout, you look like a pug.”

whatever else he was going to mumble is lost under the threat of more violence. perhaps he has no fight in him. it is very early. you would say you awoke at sunrise, watching it gleam through the water and onto the cold tiles of the slytherin common room. but that would be a lie. you hardly slept at all.

there was no clear reason for it, not that you could name. a restless uneasy spiked once you laid your head down on the cool pillow. your eyes didn’t close, even when they grew heavy from each slow blink. they got used to the dark. you could outline the faint silver embroidery of the curtain around your bed. hear matilda’s hushed breaths and marzy’s quiet snore. the overhead gurgle of pipes. the groan of old wooden structures as you moved, and the rustle of linen sheets. all these sights and sounds distracted you. you kept thinking, but it was too fragmented to understand. at once there was the pungent burn of a record and melted lemon fudge on your tongue.

you wished, for a moment, to find regulus, though you were unsure of what you would do once you located him, nor why you wanted it in the first place. this thought soon warped into a bitter ache because he hadn’t searched you out first. he should know, of course, when you’re unhappy, and he should do something instead of sleeping soundly as if to mock you.

“have you spoken to slughorn?” evan pulls you out of your musings. like a true gentleman, he keeps his elbows off the table and speaks only when he’s done chewing.

“he invited regulus and i for tea and biscuits,” you recall. evan hums in agreement.

“i've got tea with him today. with barty.”

“matilda and marzipan are scheduled for tomorrow, i think,” you say, “curious what to expect?”

“i assume praises about our good blood and magical potential?” he raises a brow with a sideways glance.

you smile, “it’s not so horrid. you can tune him out after the first ten minutes, he hardly says anything worthwhile after.”

the head of your house, the esteemed potion and poison pioneer and rigorous socialite, horace slughorn, is a well-known figure to you outside of the classroom. an invitation is always extended to him during particularly big socials, and he’s always delighted smarmy around the upper echelon of the wizarding world. while his focus then was mostly directed at figures such as your father and others of equal importance, he always gave you a caramel toffee once you were instructed to say hello.

now, of course, you are very much important, a star jewel in his collection of significant children, and he extended his summons to you and regulus personally, and wanted just the two of you alone. you suppose slughorn split you all into pairs so he wouldn’t run out of compliments. you adore being adored, though his praises had felt a tad shallow, and the tea too sweet.

“when’s it, anyway?”

“after dinner,” evan sighs; more students pile into the hall.

“don’t sound all that enthusiastic.”

“can you blame me?”

you make a face, stuck somewhere between scrutiny and pity. no, you can’t really blame him, but that doesn’t mean you shan’t.

thankfully, the conversation melts to silence as you spot a disgruntled and sleepy bartimus and a much more composed regulus. they enter together, seemingly engrossed in a hushed conversation that doesn’t bode well for either, but they lighten up marginally when they see you and evan, pristine even in these unforgiving hours.

“blimey,” barty all of throws himself into a nearby seat, and the table sprouts a hearty breakfast to feed the insatiable crouch stomach, “this toad,” he points with his thumb at regulus, who, still adoring a slight frown, takes a seat beside you. naturally. barty will likely tease him once he’s done cowing over his woes, “woke me at the crack of dawn, moaning about how we’ll be late. we’ve got history of magic, for merlin’s sake. coulda slept in fine and missed zilch.”

“tragic.” is all evan says.

“did you get here early?” regulus greets instead of a good morning. he seems a tad weary, but is, overall, managing quite better than either you or your sombre seatmate. he leans a little, and you lean back, to catch evan’s gaze, “thought i heard the door opening.”

“clearly,” seems rosier’s potency for polite conversation has gone down drastically since your chat. perhaps he’s grown bored, or more tired, or is simply fed up at the sight of barty scarfing down his meal, “you know no one’s gonna take it from you.”

“i'll take from you, though,” barty says, pilfering some toast from evan’s plate.

“did you get a chance to visit the library?” regulus asks, once again, evan.

“shall we switch seats?” you inquire pointedly.

regulus spares you a glance, “i'm fine here.”

if you could roll your eyes more they’d lodge into the back of your skull. the morning is saved, however, by marzy and matilda entering with their arms linked. you spring up, grabbing at your book bag, much to the startle of the boys.

“leaving us for girls?” barty accuses.

“i’m a girl,” you huff, greatly insulted by such a statement, “and i'd much rather enjoy my breakfast with pretty company instead of this sorry sort,” before you can so much as make it a few steps, regulus pipes up.

“will you sit with me at history?”

you frown, “absolutely not!”

you do. and what is worse, you are dragged into the front row. barty and evan sit in the back, no doubt by the former’s request – easier to sleep, or cheat, out of the professor’s peripheries. marzy and matilda sit somewhere in the middle, and the rest of the company is largely unfamiliar to you – some pale-faced ravenclaws and still sleepy hufflepuffs, a few gryffindors with an abundance of school supplies taking everything out with as much volume as expected. this year’s crop of first years is, overall, quite small.

regulus takes out his quills and parchment. hogwarts: a history lays under the sunrays as you stare, willing it to catch on fire. what a feat that’d be, wandless magic on your first week with only a few simple charms under your belt. perhaps you’d be so revelled that the faculty would let you skip this course entirely. no such luck.

regulus nudges you with his elbow, feeling particularly pesky today. you don’t react, opting for scribbling the date on the top of your yellowed paper. he gives you a few moments before he does so again. you write your name. hear him sigh. good, he should feel bad for what he’s done.

“are you angry with me?” he asks quietly, minding the loud conversation just behind you, “i'm not sure what i’ve done to upset you.”

in all fairness, you’re not quite sure, either. the complexities of your mind have yet to be sorted into the words familiar to you. all that you do know is that everything here feels strange, and if you knew the term for it, perhaps it would be called homesickness.

not that you’d ever tell him. regulus changes a bit if front of evan and barty, but such was always the case, only never so apparent. perhaps you have been grieving this difference since you got here. that things will change, and that they are changing, and that you’re changing, as well. you feel as though you should be spared such a premonition. you’re too young to be so self-aware.

“it’s nothing,” you decide to forgive him for his mishaps. he is just a boy. your stupid regulus. your offering of peace is a smile. momentarily, he seems struck by it, looking at you even when you turn back to your parchment and the quirk of your lips melts into a placid line.

somewhere, a thread is weaved.

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The Hashiras with a Family | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 5412

Setting: shinobu kocho x gn!reader [established, developed relationship]

Content Warning(s): family, pregnancy, carrying a child

Summary: headcanons on which Shinobu Kocho would be like with a family, from whether she ever considered having children, why or why not, what it was that determined she would have children with you, what she would be like as a parent, and a partner.

A family was never a goal on Shinobu’s list. While her sister played with little dolls and the neighborhood children toiled hours away playing house, she had found the experience unsatisfactory.

The neighbor’s youngest had a special aura about them that especially cemented her stance on childrearing. It never ceased to fail, every time the curiosity would gather the better of her, and she would dare to investigate what it was about the small creature that had infatuated the hearts of many—it would cry. Loud. None stop.

Any attempts to quell its screams were useless. Only soothed by literally anyone other than her, with the little demon peeking over the caretaker’s shoulders as though it was wary to allow her to escape its sites.

Mistrustful and vengeful as the little fists that burrowed into the would-be rescuers.

Yet, the elder Kocho insisted how wonderful a child would be when the time were to meet her, and so the little sister had considered that perhaps it was not that childrearing as a hole was without its merits, it was just the neighbor’s spawn that was defective. 

A quick tour of her village attempts to engage with those younger than her. Infants secured to their mother’s back dared not meet her eyes as their mother toiled the soil, and those who braved her sight resulted in screams that even their mother’s surprised bouncing could not soothe.

Having witnessed the Yamato toddler twins entangled in a dispute over a shred of clothing, screaming, and rattling into the ground—the youngest Kocho had been quick to conclude her investigation.

Children are monsters, that only the sentimental (Kanroji), brave (Gyomei), or mentally unsound (Inosuke) dare raise, furthering the dilution of a gene pool and was likely the reason that so many idiots roamed the earth.

As she approached her childrearing years, Kocho felt little waver in her conclusion.

She was confident that a majority of potential partners would merely taint her offspring, and as such, she remained adamant about her choice, rationalized by the weight of responsibilities accompany children.

For one, children are ridiculously expensive, so many years spent calculating ingredient measurements, the Insect Pillar was able to crunch the numbers in a moment. It helps that she’s supported Kanae, as well as the Butterfly Mansion’s young trio.

The cost alone to keep the little ones a float, she struggles to understand why so many would volunteer to burn their hard-earned cash.

There’s the natural dependence, yet the distinct drive for autonomy that screams for them to be allowed to explore their world without so much as leaving their parent’s side that makes her skin crawl. Kocho by nature is guided by her own needs, and need for autonomy; if at a moment’s notice inspiration to concoct a poison composed of sago palm and wisteria, a little parasite would complicate her expedition.

Children have an annoying habit of putting everything in their mouth, well past the toddler years.

No, she does not have the time for that.

Not to mention that consideration of genes can only do so much to produce offspring—while one can be as meticulous considering all aspects that contribute to the compilation of a zygote from medical histories and muscle structures to personalities, the reality remains that it’s ultimately a dice roll.

Just as easily as one can win the grand prize of an independent strong-willed child, duds are just as likely.

That’s not to say Shinobu is naturally anti child, she just has a few aversions. Truthfully, as she has gotten older and matured, the Insect Hashira is well adapted at small doses of children. Small patients are a little difficult and make for a fun mystery to solve as very few have the articulation to express their struggles.

More than not, so many are curious, and offer unique insights that she would otherwise not be introduced to. Shinobu could spend a good amount of time just listening to how a small child attempted a problem from their perspective.

Even if they were unsuccessful, their creative approach is one that deserves consideration.

Rather, while Shinobu approaches child rearing as a pragmatic experience, it is in fact her analytical nature that may have her considering an offspring Naturally inclined towards her partner, and always open to listening to your insights, the Insect Pillar will notice the way your touch lingers when a bundle has wrapped its fingers around your own.

She’ll notice the light in your eyes, and the way your lips form a natural smile as you make inoperable noises to entertain it. Just as the Insect Hashira is prone to studying her partner’s every moves, and desires, it will not take long for her to notice that baby fever has reached your heart, and occupied your thoughts.

Just as it will not take too much for her to acknowledge that your lack of bridging the conversation is brought on by the time she had expressed clear disgust at having a little one’s sticky hands catch her bangs.

She knows it’s her fault, and as she allows you to dance around the topic, the poison wielder is running numbers, and attributes.

When she has allowed herself to talk her conscious into the matter, Shinobu is smitten with the idea.

Rather the petite woman will only accept the notion of furthering her lineage should her partner’s natural personality, and behaviors fall in correspondence with her own.

Where she at times can be rather cold, your warmth can vibrate her bones. When she is at her limits, your ability to give of yourself, better yet, where she is naturally overtly logical, your ability to connect—yes, if your traits fall in line with her own.

Shinobu can absolutely be madly in loved, head over heels for you, but if she does not feel you can make the dynamic duo your child deserves... she just won't.

Your kid deserves the best.

She’s confident that together you will be able to raise a well-adjusted individual, and when the Insect Pillar has come to this conclusion, she will happily approach you with the notion.

Note that if you are expecting Shinobu to carry the child herself, you’ll likely run into a number of complications.

If you approach this from a fairly logical standpoint such as you are literally incapable of carrying a child for one reason or another, she can be swayed. Just highlight the opportunity for her to explore the aspects of her body, and this perspective.

Just know, she will NOT be doing this again. Some concoctions can combat food aversions, but others are just absolute garbage. The inability to eat as she pleases, or indulge, the limitations that she even as a doctor is aware of, Shinobu still finds herself working long hours. And being told off by Aoi.  

Her feet are swollen, and all of a sudden, she cannot stand the scent of wisteria. She knows she came into this room for something, but heavens above what was it. Forgetting the empty bandage roll in her hand as she wanders back to the patient.

Nope, Kocho does not have the patience for this, it is ultimately in your best interest if you would like more than one child to consider carrying the child yourself or consider alternative parenting routes.

In selecting a name, Kocho is fairly neutral o the ground. I can imagine her allowing you to select the name if you are inclined to dedicating hours to selecting a name, or wishing to have in depth discussions of the significance of a name.

Her suggestions would likely be more gender neutral, with an unexpected twist to the name. Something like

Danuja- knight, ruler Enkai- deep ocean waters Tomi- wealthy, twin

Danuja, Enkai, or Tomi.

A name that is fairly neutral, but not so common like Yuki that when she calls for the child, she’s attracted the wrong child.

As much as the Insect Pillar enjoys her space, she’s likely to enjoy the infant stage, read not the newborn stage.

The newborn stage is… a lot, and while Kocho is more than capable of meeting the physical needs of your child, she is so terribly prone to burn out that, it’s a stage that she would rather take a back seat in.

A pop in situation in which allows you, the primary parent the opportunity to take a bath, eat a warm meal, go for a walk alone, or whatever it is you need. Yet, I can see her enjoying the infant stage—they’re simpler creatures.

Yes, while they are prone to dependence for obvious reasons, the moment she discovers that she can strap the baby to her back and go about her duties, she’s onboard.

Although it makes her angry to think about how many times you had to assist her in tying the infant to her back.

It's the later years that Shinobu will struggle with especially if you are more prone to traditional methods of childrearing. For Kocho, she has no desire to hover around her child, or watch their every move.

She is not a helicopter parent in any form of the word, and if you yourself are one, she is likely to make the occasional remark on it. Some lighthearted and joking, others such as when your teenager has expressed obvious annoyance, may result in a small biting remark that only the Insect Pillar can mean in affections.

Kocho is of the mindset that just as she wants space to explore her worlds, she believes that she should offer her children the same opportunities.

The sort of parent to allow her children to roam free as they please, and believes firmly that natural consequences are the better teacher than herself. She can explain all day long why it is you should not poke a snake, but ultimately, a child will make their own choices when she turns her back.

Because of this, she opts not to waste her time. The Insect Hashira’s small comment of guidance, a suggestion of wearing a coat is more than enough. From there, it befalls the child to make the choice.

Should they choose wrong, well, she’s confident that a day trudging through the snow without shelter will be more than enough of a lesson to encourage proper apparel in the future.

First tooth, first steps, and lost tooth, these otherwise significant milestones are not likely to garnish much of her attention. She’s happy to allow you to sing praises of your little one, and she’ll smile all the while.

It’s tasks in which independence is achieved that will garnish her sincere praise. Tasks such as successfully hanging their own laundering, making their own meals, successfully putting away their belongings after an exertion without any assistance, or verbal reminders, these are the accomplishments Shinobu prioritize.

You may find yourself frustrated at times as she is not likely to reprimand the children at all. Rather, Kocho herself has no attachment to societal norms, and as such, she holds her children to their own unique standards. She wants them to explore the world, to explore themselves.

To understand the curiosities their hearts are drawn to. Only they know themselves well enough to determine what it is that they desire for their lives. At the end of the day, the child will eventually leave the home, and if they do not have the confidence to follow their own pursuits, then Shinobu will consider her parenting a failure regardless of the accomplishments they achieve.

Emotional caretaking is not an area that she will thrive at, and as the situations arise, the Insect Pillar is counting the hours until you arrive home to tag out. She struggles to connect with the different needs, and outlets of the child, and unless the little one is able to directly tell her what it is the problem, and even then, she’s just not going to understand.

Little quarrels between friends, Shinobu just doesn’t understand why it is her child does not cut ties and move on. More so, very few children have the emotional language capacity to accurately depict to her.

The baby is crying, and she is wondering why it she is ever agreed to stay home with the baby while you ran errands. No temple massage will ever rid her of this frustration and headache.

As such, you can expect that criticism from Kocho will likely impact your child fairly hard. Just as she is blunt in guiding the Water Hashira, it will likely bleed over to your childrearing, and while some children may meet these comments as an opportunity to fight back (she loves it), others will likely be led to tears, and into your arms for comfort. 

No, she does not understand what it is she said that upset them—it wasn’t an insult? Just guidance? She’ll just leave it to you from now on. Smile and wave Shinobu, smile and wave.

It’s not all storm clouds with Shinobu as a parent, and partner. Moments that may draw you to a breaking point, she’s likely to revel in. She’s the sort to enjoy digging for bugs and investigating riverbeds.

A trail that has been crafted through the grass is an opportunity for an expedition. Things such as this are likely to result in a “yes parent” in which she is happy to follow their lead.

The world is their oyster, and she is more than happy to allow them to discover the curiosities of the world if they have the interest. Rest assured, Shinobu has a way of reading you, and is aware of the times in which you need her to shift the reigns to her that she is able to step in without being asked to.

Just effortlessly insert herself, such as revealing a new toy, and sending them to the garden so you can breath.

Would love the horrible conditions that the little ones make when they are learning to cook. Oh, no let’s be clear, it is terrible, but there getting there. Besides, there is nutritional value in it, even if it is obscure. The parent who treats a zoo trip as a safari exploration. Reads off as many facts as she can, and makes it as interactive as permitted.

Thrives on family game night, just monopoly as she will crush absolutely all of you, and not understand why it is the baby is crying.

Toys such as legos are likely to be a big hit for her, and you may discover her constructing them whether the baby is home or not.

Moments to be intellectually stimulated are her main objective, and even if it is at the child’s level rather than her own, she’s likely to enjoy exploring with your child, such as puzzles with multiple solutions.

I feel as though she would adore Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.  

Should your child express any interest in her particular skill sets, she’s delighted. And you’re concerned. Kocho will spirit the little one away, and go explore new concoctions together, run through fields.

Climb cliffs searching for unique ingredients for the next remedy, or poison. No matter how much you scold her for this, your child asked to come along. How could she say no. 

The bright side if you yourself need time away, you’re likely to have plenty of opportunities to explore your own hobbies, and savor a weekend at home alone. Without something exploding.

Despite the fact that Shinobu to your dismay is a firm believer in her child learning consequences on their own, she would never allow her child to fall into actual danger.

Well, she’s going to allow scratches, bites, abrasions, I mean nothing she cannot treat immediately… perhaps a broken bone.

No, no she won’t do that, you’d never forgive her. She’ll pluck them from the dangers the moment it strays too far. Because of this, your child will always feel reassured that she is merely a few steps behind. Never truly in any danger. Always protecting them.

Don’t fret though, while you may have the urge to remain by your child’ side at all time, Shinobu does not.

In fact, at the end of the day whether she enjoys parenting to the fullest of it’s capacity, or you do as well, she places a high importance on keeping the romance alive.

Even going so far as to entrust your child to the Kamdos, maybe the Hashibaras for the night.

She’s confident that the Kamados would take great care of her child—and that her child would take great care of Inosuke. She’s instilled enough of an individual mindset that she knows the oinker will not be able to say her child.

She loves time as a family, but Shinobu still craves spending time with you. In any way you desire, especially as the primary caretaker, she is content to serve you to the fullest.

What is it you want to do for the date, name your price. She will do whatever it is you desire, as long as it is just the two of you.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu x reader #thehashiraswithafamily #thehashirasinarelationship

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*Chiyo walking into Sasori’s room*

Chiyo: Boy. Clean this room up, and then clean yourself up. We’re having visitors today.

Sasori, working on a puppet: “We”? You told me that the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure was coming to see you for medical advice. What does that have to do with me?

Chiyo: *sighs* None of your sass today, child. He’s bringing one of his students with him, for you to play with. He’s —

Sasori, disgustedly: Play?? What am I, an infant? I'm eleven years old, I’m too old to play. I’d rather keep on with my —

Chiyo: *slams her hand down on Sasori’s desk* You either cooperate with me or I’m lighting a fire and burning all of this to the ground. The choice is yours.

Sasori:

*later that afternoon*

Onoki: *bowing his head* Chiyo-san. It’s a pleasure to see you again. We thank you for allowing us into your home. *gestures to the boy beside him* This is my student Deidara. Deidara, this is Chiyo-sama and her grandson, Sasori.

Chiyo: Well aren’t you a handsome young man? Sasori, take Deidara to your room and entertain him while the Tsuchikage and I talk.

Sasori: Do I have —

Chiyo: *elbows Sasori sharply*

Sasori, sighing, putting on a fake smile: Come on, Deidara-chan! Let’s go play in my room!

*the two go into Sasori’s room and Deidara’s eyes widen at all the puppets*

Deidara: Wow … did you make all these??

Sasori: Yes.

Deidara: That’s really impressive!

Sasori: Yes, I know. *goes to sit at his desk and continues working on the puppet from the morning*

Deidara: … so I take it you don’t have a lot of friends, huh? Because if you did you’d know that you don’t just ignore a guest, hm.

Sasori: I’m not ignoring you. I’m responding to you when you talk, aren’t I? I’m simply focusing the brunt of my attention on my art.

Deidara: Art?! This isn’t art; you’re just playing with dolls, like a girl!

Sasori: *turns to face Deidara* You’re mistaken. I’m creating things of beauty and perfection, pieces that will last for an eternity. That’s art.

Deidara: No, it’s not, hm. *pulls a small piece of clay from his pocket and molds it into a butterfly* Watch … *he has it float around the room, and suddenly explodes it in a small shower* That. THAT is art. A burst of fire and sparks. Art is an —

Sasori: *laughs* Are you crazy?! How is that art?? You’re just making a mess and a lot of unnecessary noise! Tsk, stupid brat!

Deidara: Don’t you call me a brat! Onoki-san said you’re only like two years older than me!

Sasori: But I’m obviously a ton smarter! And you said that “playing with dolls” makes me a girl?! You LOOK like a girl! With your stupid long blonde hair and stupid long eyelashes! And are you wearing nail polish?? God, you may as well be in a dress!

Deidara: Oh, yeah?! Well —

*later, as Onoki and Deidara are walking home* 

Onoki: Well, after that treatment, I feel much better. And what about you, child? Did you enjoy your time with young Sasori?

Deidara: That boy is rude, and annoying, and he’s a weirdo, and he has NO idea what art is, and one day he’ll probably grow up and turn the whole world into those creepy puppets of his!

Onoki, startled: O-oh? I had no idea he was so —

Deidara, dreamily: We’re coming back next week, right? I can’t wait to see him again ~

Onoki:

*meanwhile, back in Suna*

Chiyo: … Sasori? What are you doing?

Sasori, standing at the stove: Practicing. Deidara said that the best sweet is dango, I say it’s sweet buns. I’m going to make him the best sweet buns of his life the next time he comes to visit. T-to prove him wrong, of course.

Chiyo:

@sasodeiweek

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[risday]

gojo bent down to hug his daughter as soon as he saw her running to him, excited to see her dad picking her up.

"daddy! i didn't know you would come for me!"

"hello princess!" he picked her up, spinning her around. his heart softened when serina spoke. he had been busy and could only see her in the evening, and then she had to sleep, so seeing her dad so early made her really happy.

"let's go home to mommy, shall we? i'm so hungry!"

the car ride was calm as gojo put music on the radio, while his daughter was playing with her doll.

checking for her in the mirror, he spoke. "how was your day baby? did you play a lot?"

"it was good daddy! today we learned how to make origami! i made pretty butterflies." the little girl recounted.

gojo was glad she finally liked going to school. he remembered those days were she would cling onto your legs with a big snot on her nose, begging you both to stay with you. he was so whipped by his baby girl that he actually considered getting in the classroom with her. he indeed stayed outside, even if he had to deal with yaga and you later.

"hm! did you make any butterflies for me?" gojo teased.

"yes daddy! i made one for you, one for mommy, and one for arisa-chan!"

"oh? and who is arisa-chan princess?" he smirked. he assumed she was just a little friend she made at the kindergarten. although-

"my girlfriend, daddy!"

gojo choked on his own spit, having a cough attack. girlfriend? so young? or so fast? his baby was growing up so fast that now she has a girlfriend?

serina worriedly shouted. "daddy are you okay?!"

"y-yeah baby, i think i misheard you. did you say girl friend?" his voice cracked, nervously laughing.

serina let out a giggle at how silly her daddy was. "no daddy! my girlfriend! like how you said mommy was your girlfriend before you married and you were her boyfriend. arisa-chan is my girlfriend!"

it was as if all blood from gojo's face had drained and only a piece of paper with his shape was left. he couldn’t believe his ears. it was just yesterday when his little girl cried for his help when she had stumbled on her shoe laces and he had to take her on his shoulders, rubbing her knees.

he stayed with a blank face even when you and your daughter were talking.

"and how did she become your girlfriend baby?" you happily asked, hoping satoru would stop being dramatic.

"she gave me a heart origami today, and wrote i love you on it, so i gave her a pink butterfly origami telling her i love her too! now we're girlfriends!" she said munching on her tonkatsu.

"that's so sweet baby! i'm glad you’re happy." gojo still didn't touch his food, and you kicked his foot under the table, mouthing him eat. your. food.

after tucking serina in bed and reading her a night story, he closed the door and pouted. he went back to your bedroom, where you were on the bed checking your phone. when you saw him, you put your phone down and sat straight.

"satoru! what is going on with you?" you asked him annoyed. he had been pouting all day ever since your child brought up her love story.

he laid on the bed by your side, "y/n! don't you see? my little baby already knows what a relationship is! i thought her first love would come at, i don't know, 30 years old." he sadly protested.

you made a tired face. "come on my love, it's just a kinder girlfriend. they will break up when she doesn't lend her a toy or something."

"how do you know y/n?! even so, i can't believe she's growing up so fast. she's just 7. she should be worrying about the new disney movie."

you picked his arm up and hugged him. "satoru... this was going to happen sooner or later. some children develop silly little crushes, it's not really deep. even so, i'm also a bit sad that she's growing so fast. but i'm glad that we're here with her at every moment and every step in her life. seeing her happy over things like this... i can't help but be overjoyed."

satoru's pout turned into a smile at your words. your daughter was growing up happily and safe. he knew that this was a small thing but he got emotional anyways.

and he recalled that day years later, when he saw serina in the mirror putting her earrings, preparing herself to marry her bride.

"how do i look dad?" she showed him a big smile, while you fixed the skirt of her dress.

his eyes teared up a bit.

"you look gorgeous princess."

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen #gojo headcanons #jjk scenarios

[grimmbitty]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐌! 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

[ Chapter Index | S!CoBL Index ]

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NOTE: Hello all! Just wanted to update you with my current writing progress so far. I just finished writing my first chapter of S!CoBL and I’m posting it here to tumblr!

I don’t currently have a schedule for when I’m going to release this series, cause this is my first project of this scale so I’m just kinda writing as I go along. I already have all the major story beats planned out, it’s just a matter of turning plot points into actual writing lol.

But I also just wanted to say that I actually formatted this story in a strange way… You see my writing sample is written in first person pov however, this story I originally wrote in screenplay format and translated into third person. So hopefully you all will like this style of writing too, as it comes a lot more natural to me than trying to force myself into first person pov writing.

Anyways, enjoy~ ✨

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INT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT (YEARS AGO)

A young Billy, no older than four, walks alongside a shopping cart. His mother, Marilyn, an exasperated woman in her early twenties, fumbles through her purse as her shopping cart comes to a full stop. She glances over at Billy.

"Stay right here, baby. I'll be back in a minute."

Unbeknownst to Billy, Marilyn was a local dealer who was currently low on cash as a young mother. She had reluctantly brought Billy along for a late-night "meetup," uneasy about leaving him home alone at his age.

As Marilyn hurried away, Billy's attention was lured by the laughter of two children engrossed in play with action figures and dolls. Their voices echoed through the aisles.

"Woah! What toy is that?"

"It's Star Commander Ultra! He's the bravest hero in the galaxy.”

The child's younger sister chimed in, trying to brag about her doll as well, in hopes of getting some attention from Billy and her brother.

"Well, my doll is Princess Butterfly Sparkle Glitter, and she's the bravest and the coolest in all twelve galaxies!”

"There's only one galaxy, Macy." He said, as his eyebrows dropped. Seemingly familiar with his sister's need to be the center of attention in every situation.

Amidst their banter, they agree to let Billy in on their game as they go back to running around the store shouting and having fun.

Suddenly, a mother's voice pierced through the aisles, in an attempt to round-up her children. She shouted across the aisle that she was done shopping, and they were leaving. The children hastily said goodbye to Billy as they ran off to catch up with their mother.

Now left completely alone, Billy's anxiety surged. He realized he wasn't able to find the shopping cart his mother had told him to wait by.

Roaming a handful of aisles, his confusion and panic grew as he felt every second scrape by.

As Billy hastily rounded a corner, he collided with the legs of a police officer, falling to the ground, stopping his search completely. A tall blonde woman who was looking down at him in surprise.

"Oh, whoopsies! Haha, that's alright bud. You okay?"

Although Billy didn't respond, he read the name that was sewn into her uniform, Lindsay.

Officer Lindsay helped him to his feet. Her concern deepens as she looks around the store, realizing this child is unattended. She takes it upon herself to help Billy find his mother.

As Billy and Officer Lindsay roam the store looking for Marilyn, they eventually find her in a heated discussion with some of the employees at the store. Marilyn's face drops. She is suddenly pale with shock as she realizes her son is being escorted by a police officer.

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EXT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT

Marilyn was led away, leaving Officer Lindsay to return to Billy. She knelt down to his level.

"Hey bud, how do you feel about coloring books? If you want we could color together in this book that I brought with me.”

Billy doesn’t reply. He just stands in silence looking around, seemingly confused about the situation, not sure where his mother is.

“I could really use your help with coloring these tigers, if you wanted to help me out.” Officer Lindsay continued.

Billy agreed, oblivious to the chaos around him. He followed Officer Lindsay's lead, as she was a calming distraction from the situation.

The last thing Billy remembers is Officer Lindsay taking his hand and leading him away from the arrest of his mother.

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INT. SOCIAL WORKER'S OFFICE - DAY ( PRESENT DAY )

The sounds of the night slowly start to fade into the background. Blending together until they make a voice. The voice of Mrs.Kelly, Billy’s social worker.

“Billy…Billy”

A now teenage Billy lightly flinches as he snaps back into reality, realizing he is being called.

"Come on in, Let's talk." Mrs.Kelly said as she beckoned him into her office with her hand.

Her office was well-worn, a place Billy had been countless times. The room filled with a light clutter everywhere. Filled to the brim with books,binders and paperwork she was in the middle of sorting through.

Billy enters the room and tosses his backpack onto one of the open seats in her office, and with a few stretches, made himself comfortable. It was clear he was in no rush to sit down.

"Ah, how could I forget, ol' reliable. Billy said as he gestured towards the chairs in front of Mrs.Kelly's desk as he looked over at her with a slight grin. "You know, instead of you guys spending all this time and money trying to put me into a foster home, I could just live here instead."

The air grew charged as they faced each other.

Mrs.Kelly's patience was wearing thin, worn down by Billy's snarky tone.

"Billy, you know we're running out of options here. I’m really gonna need you to get your act together."

Billy's eyes narrowed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"You already know why you’re here," she continued.

"I do."

"And you already know what I’m gonna say."

"True."

With a casual crossing of his arms, he settled further into his chair, poised to mimic Mrs.Kelly as they spoke in unison.

"That I brought you in here today to tell you that you’ve been assigned to a new foster home," they synchronized.

She let out a sigh, clearly accustomed to Billy’s attitude.

"Look, I know it's been a tough year for you. But this time has to be different."

She locked eyes with Billy, her authoritative gaze cutting through his playful exterior.

"This time, you've got to give them a chance."

Billy's gaze hardened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"A chance? How many chances do I have to give? How many 'homes' will I go through before you guys actually start listening to me? I don’t need a fake family to play pretend with. I have a family, I have a mom, they’re out there, looking for me."

Mrs.Kelly’s expression softened, a mix of empathy and weariness.

"Billy, we’re not going to have this discussion again, we’ve been over this. You can do whatever you want when you’re 18, but for now the state is responsible for you. Which means I’m responsible for you, and I need you to try and play along, just a little longer."

Billy's guard wavered for a moment, temporarily exposing his feelings of rejection and hopelessness that lie beneath his sarcastic tone.

"But I’m tired of it. I just wanna make my own decisions instead of you guys and your 'agency' shoving fake families and broken homes onto me like I’m some sort of charity case."

Mrs.Kelly leaned back, letting out a sigh. She knew she was dealing with a determined young man who’d clearly had a rough start to life.

"You’re not a charity case, you’re a young man. A young man with a bright future ahead of you, and we’re just trying to do what’s best for you."

She paused, ensuring she had Billy’s attention despite his sudden drop in bravado.

"I’m trying to do what’s best for you."

Billy nodded, a hint of reluctant acknowledgment. Then, with a sharp scoff, he adds,

"Yeah, I've heard that one before too."

End. ⚡️

[ Master List | S!CoBL Index ]

#billy batson #captain marvel #captain marvel dc #dc comics #fawcett comics #shazam #shazam 2019 #shazam: fury of the gods #Shazam:CoBL #writers on tumblr #chapter one

[mel-addams]

Where's Your Heart That Beats for Me?

[Image ID: A young Bakura stands in the center of a room next to a corpse, the two of them surrounded by eerie dolls and other toys. A collapsed lamp illuminates the scene like a spotlight, casting sharp shadows across the room. Bakura stares out at the viewer, his left eye large and dull, while the right half of his face is deeply shadowed with a bright red, sinister eye. His loose, oversized shirt is splattered with blood, and he clutches a doll by the hair in his right hand. The corpse at his feet has a cleaver sticking out of its head, and is missing its right arm. Dozens of dolls are arranged in a widening circle, all facing in toward Bakura.

Incongruous with the bizarre scene, the walls of the room are painted with a cheery blue sky, grassy hills, and floating pink-yellow butterflies. Scribbled with chalk across the landscape in child-like writing are erratic, repeating phrases from the Sleepless Lullaby song. The phrases include: the word "empty" layered several times over itself like an echo; the line "whisper through the twisted corners" repeated down the wall; "eyes that glitter" surrounded by simple, glaring eyes; and "hello I walk into empty" trailing between.

/End Image ID]

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Bakura: Where's Your Heart That Beats for Me?

Yugi: Single Out the Shadows

Marik: Waiting Silently for Hours

I was playing through the Nursery in SWL, and the ghost-possession experimentation made me think YGO thoughts (as I rambled about on my main blog here). And if Yugi and Ryou were part of it, you know Bakura would be responsible for the doll room...so I grabbed a screenshot, and did an edit. Figured I'd try to go for a Change of Heart sort of impression, given the harsh shading from the lamp easily enabled it, and it'd underline the experiment in duality. Also tried to get his doll to look a little like Necroface, using dark shading instead of a cracked hole. (The way he's holding it is also a nod to the scarecrows in the game, some of which use these creepy dolls as magic foci.)

For those unfamiliar, Sleepless Lullaby is the quoted song—and is the only thing that plays in the Nursery, on loop, as a way to (try to) condition and pacify the kids. (As you can see, it did not end well for the folks running the facility.)

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Bonus versions: glowy magic eyes for extra eeriness, and what it looks like without the screenshot (because it...actually kinda works in a grey void):

#secret world legends #swl #yu-gi-oh #ygo #ryou bakura #yami bakura #fanart #my art #rebelle 6 #bonus detail that his doll's shadow looks like it's strangling another doll's shadow #not initially intended but I went for it when I realized I could if I put the shadow in the right spot #I also considered calling this 'Single Out the Shadows' #but 'fancy ominous shadow' is more Yugi's schtick #so it'd fit better if I ever decide to do a companion piece with him

[cherry-interlude]

Lana’s Unreleased Songs in ‘Chronological’ Order

This is not based on Lana’s reality or intention, just the story she tells in her music. This does not include Ave Maria, Boom Like That, Roll With Me, Money Hunny or most of the EPs/demotapes

Younger Years

This is Lana’s teenage years, due to the mentions of school and her age. The story I gleaned from this was she was a wild girl at school, hanging around with the wrong crowd (Boarding School, Children of the Bad Revolution, Driving in Cars With Boys, Making Out, Motel 6, Butterflies Part 2). She always felt like an outcast and had dreams of being famous (Elvis (inspiration), Hollywood, Pin Up Galore, Playground, You’re Gonna Love Me, Jesus is My Boyfriend).

She meets a guy who is a little bit bad for her but she connects with despite the toxic nature of their relationship (Me and My Boyfriend, Run Motorcycle, I Don’t Wanna Go, I Learned How To Make Love From the Movies (another ‘black leather moonlight), Ridin’, Joshy and I, Stoplite De-Lite, Queen of Hearts).

However, they’re passionately into each other (Baby Blue Love, BBM Baby, Jealous Girl, Puppy Love) and she dreams of them running away together (On Our Way, Prom Song Gone Wrong, Super Movie, Take Me to Paris, 1949, Every Man Gets His Wish).

They go on to break-up after multiple ‘breaks’ (Butterflies Part 1), when Lana’s boyfriend decides he wants to hit the road himself (Your Band is All the Rage). Lana recognises they were too young and bad for each other, and just wanted to leave together (Afraid, Damn You).

Waitressing/Trailer Parks/Jim

Lana becomes a waitress and goes on to meet Jim (All Smiles, Caught You Boy, Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight, You Can Be the Boss), a rich, law-breaking unkind lover (Crooked Cop, Hundred Dollar Bill). Their relationship is passionate and loving (4th of July, Behind Closed Doors, Bellevue, Bentley, Betty Boop Boop, My Song 57, Coca Colla, Daddy Issues, Dynamite, Hawaiin Tropic, Heartshaped Chevrolet, I Was in a Bad Way, Let My Hair Down, Match Made in Heaven, Oooh Baby, Push Me Down, Put Your Lips Together, Queen of Disaster, Bikini Gold) but also difficult (Maha Maha, My Best Days, Put the Radio On, Resistance, Roses, Trees, Valley of the Dolls, Cult Leader (metaphor)).

Jim also had a darker influence on Lana and she admired his criminal ways (Hot Hot Hot, Never Let Me Go (Nancy and Sid)). They lived in a trailer park together (Backfire, Fordham Road, Television Heaven, Trash Magic) and slowly they fell more into crime.

They started a lifestyle of criminal activity (Criminals Run the World, Come When You Call Me America (”gun to gun”), Daytona Meth, Hit and Run, Live or Die, Playing Dangerous (arson), Scarface) and Lana developed a darker persona (Dangerous Girl, Hangin’ Around, Serene Queen, Summer of Sam). Jim soon goes to prison (Gangsta Boy, TV in Black and White). Lana eventually realises that Jim’s love for her is too flawed, and she metaphorically kills his influence on her (Kinda Outta Luck).

Getting Famous/Stripping

Lana becomes a stripper and seeks to get noticed. She spends her days at the diner and her nights at the club (Us Against the World, Dance For Money, Ghetto Baby (stilettos, loose link), Go Go Dancer, Midnite Dancer Girlfriend, Moie Je Joue, Party Girl).

Lana eventually starts to get noticed for this (C U L8r Alligator, Disco) as well as her singing (Marilyn). Though she does still miss the life she had with Jim (Methamphetamines), she meets interesting new people (Strangelove, Big Bad Wolf, Wolf T-Shirt) and people who can give her a chance in the business (Axl Rose Husband (”record executive), Ben) - including famous men she admires (Is It Wrong?), accidentally becoming known in a scandal (Other Woman, True Love On the Side).

Famous

Lana’s fame grows quickly, and she is known as the wild-child star (Be My Daddy, Breaking My Heart, Heavy Hitter, Dreamgirl, Dum Dum, Paradise, Serial Killer, So Legit, St Tropez). She starts up a PR relationship (Fake Diamond) but meets another singer like her, who slows down her crazy behaviour (Because of You). They are a perfect pair, both rich, talented and about the famous lifestyle (Beautiful Player, Delicious, Back to tha Basics). He lives too fast, too dangerously (Live Forever, Velvet Crowbar, Lift Your Eyes) but she sticks by him. They have a whirlwind engagement to be married.

She is heartbroken when she hears rumours about him (In The Sun, Catch and Release (”page three”, gossip)). She is devastated and angered by the revelations of his unfaithfulness (Hollywood’s Dead, Noir, She’s Not Me, Tired of Singing the Blues, Your Girl) but ultimately is strong (Break My Fall). Most of all, she’s heartbroken about the marriage that would never be (Fine China*).

Lana sees the downfall of fame steadily (Last Girl on Earth) and as she becomes introspective (On & On & On) misses her past (I Talk to Jesus, Greenwich, Wayamaya, You and Me).

She spends time alone, finding herself and her freedom (Angels Forever Forever Angels, Wild One) but soon meets someone new (Hey You). She falls in love (JFK) despite remembering the past with Jim and her other lovers (French Restaurant). She is mature and safe in her relationship, and allows it to unfold (Life is Beautiful, Spin Me Round, Starry Eyed, Unidentified Flying Bill, When I’m With You, Yes to Heaven).

*This song could have fit in to various places.

This was just for fun and was all theoretical; again, I’m not claiming any of this is Lana’s intention but just a fictional narrative based on the beautiful stories she tells

#lana del rey #lana del rey unreleased #cherry-interlude #lizzy grant #lana del ray

[yuri-cocaine]

ffxivwrite 2023: fish out of water

Nearly everybody in La Noscea spoke with such a strange, heavy accent that Yuma always ended up feeling stupid after each conversation. Never had she needed to ask people to repeat themselves so much. The reverse was also true—her own Viera accent was so thick, most Lominsans couldn’t understand her either. Every conversation was frustrating.

Yuma made a little figurine out of shells and bits of twine, and propped it against the window of her inn room in the Mizzenmast. She spent some of the gil she earned at Summerford on a book entitled “TALK YOUR WAY TO THE TOP: THE ART OF ACCENTS.” The back of the book promised to guide readers through a ten chapter course in developing a professional accent, so they can one day “hobnob with all manner of nobles and scholars, from the Ul’dahn Syndicate to the bookworms of Sharlayan!” 

She practiced speaking to her shell doll, all through the night. 

The eikons of this land were born of earth and ocean, and Limsa Lominsa stayed forever vigilant against a possible eikon summoning. All buildings had shock absorbant foundations so that they won’t crumble in a sudden quake. Everyone who lived by the sea kept watch for the tide withdrawing too far, and were ready to flee for higher land at a moment’s notice. Sisipu, who ran the Fisher’s Guild, warned Yuma to never go diving in the Galadion Bay, and to never sail beyond the Maelstrom barricade. Wawalago, the true guildmaster, encouraged exploration but also encouraged running away very fast if things go south. 

Don’t call them eikons, Yuma reminded herself. Imperial terms make people jumpy. Give chicken eggs to Qiqirn merchants for a discount. Don’t buy new line and tackle from Hawker’s Alley—go to the gobbies instead. 

She spoke to her shell doll, covering her old accent with a coat of new paint. She practiced her curative magicks until her whole body ached from expending aether. She sat in silence and watched people bustle to and fro, wrapping herself in city noise and hoping that she’ll grow into it, like a child in an oversized coat. 

When this strange new land got too much, Yuma returned to the sea. She plunged into the waters off Zephyr Drift and dove as deep as she could, until the reached the bottom of the kelp forest and the sunlight glinted and wavered from high above. The Kojin’s blessing she had received let her breathe in the sea, and there she sat until the water rumbling in her ears replaced the static in her head. 

Fish of all colors wove in and out of the kelp. Coral butterflies, angelfish, silver anchovies, Merlthor gobies, finger shrimp. Crawling around kelp holdfasts were tiny sea pickles, soft to the touch and vibrant as jewels. Yuma reached out and let a pair of them wiggle onto her hand. One was white as pearls, and the other was lavender. 

Yuma remembered the statue of Llymlaen in the Anchor Yard, and recalled how puzzled she had been to see the Navigator as half woman and half fish. She heard fairytales about mermaids when she was small, but she didn’t think there would be people out there that actually worshipped a mermaid goddess. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a fish tail like Llymlaen and stay underwater forever, Yuma thought. She could even do Limsa and favor and skewer that sea serpent eikon everyone was so afraid of before it could make any tidal waves. 

She played with the sea pickles in her hand, letting them crawl over her fingers, and daydreamed about what she would look like as a mermaid. She would have a bright red tail maybe, to match her hair, or she could have a tail as dark blue as the sea at night. Yuma didn’t want a showy, fanning tail like a betta fish. She would like something sleek and built for speed, like a shark or Ash tuna. 

Suddenly, a shadow of a life ring fell over her, snapping her out of her reverie. Yuma surfaced and found herself staring at the panicked face of a young Roegadyn Yellowjacket. He had been tossing life rings into the water, and now he stared at Yuma like she was a ghost.

“Thank the Navigator yer not dead!” said the Yellowjacket. “Ye’ve been down there so long, I thought ye’d drowned for sure!”

Yuma didn’t know anyone saw her go diving. She swam back to shore, where she shook seawater off her ears, splashing her would-be savior.

The Yellowjacket sighed. “Listen, lady, this is me second day on the job. I didn’t sign up to go fishing for corpses. If ye want t’ go swimmin’, try the beach at Mist. They’ve got an actual lifeguard.” 

Yuma didn’t say anything. She left the Yellowjacket to collect all the life rings alone. 

#ffxivwrite2023 #sprout yuma hopping around limsa

[gloriesalexander-horror]

The Perfect Doll

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Pairing; Male Reader x Slashers

Warning; (Disclaimer; had a lot of talk about deaths and being rebuilt) it's not to detailed

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Hello and welcome to my first horror story on here. This was one of my first slashers story that did really well in over all being long and well made in my opinion. But I sadly forgot about it, so I fixed it up and hope you all enjoy what I have done!

⟨————Summary; (Description: you (the protagonist) were a young teen age boy who sadly got murdered very brutally by someone you didn't know. Your father is a very skilled man with a passion of making toys, porcelain doll were his favorite. So when your father was told that they have found you dead, he took it upon himself to 'fix' you, to be his perfect boy again)

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No Pov:

You were the son of the one an only toymaker Smiles, the owner of the grand play area called, Cookies playground. The business were a neighboring company several miles from a older play places called poppy's playtime. You happen to be a big fan of toys and most importantly, poppy's toys as they have such unique type in toys. But sadly they shut down long ago, leaving cookies playground to thriving into a loveable playground. You being one of the main attraction, for your handmade toy making skills and amazing touring skills as well. You always made the tour so more alive and so enjoyable when you did it. But on one faithful day, someone was a bit on the, sketchy side, making you feel very uncomfortable. You lead everyone to a safe area telling them someone unsafe was there and to be on high alert. After that you pushed the security alert that made toys fall from the sky and hand cup the interior. You lead everyone out but unknowingly to you in the crowd was also a killer(?) as a woman lied there dead along side her child. "Everyone grab your child and spread out, I know only familys are here today, no one should be without a family here" you yell and immediately seeing a man holding a kids hand, but you vividly remember that kid having come here with a mother not a father. "You, hand over that kid" you yelled as you secretly positioned thr arms above and before he could do much you controlled the arms above to grabbed the man. you Shaked him with the arms so he dropped any to all weapon. "Come on it's safe now" you said softly as the kid ran into your arms, crying softly, "here have a toy" you handed the kid a cute blue huggy waggy toy as you told the kid to go to another family for safety, before walking off to call security. "Father there has been a murder an- Guhh!" You spoke, not hearing anyone walk up behind you before it was to late. "Sweet cakes?!" You father was yelling for you but everyone ran out as someone stabbed you into your back several times. "G-guh... F-father... He-elp...me.." you fall to the floor hearing only your father's voice as more sharp pains were now being stabbed into your chest before everything goes black. 'help me...'

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Y/n Pov: (just a little warning this might be a bit on the ruff side, so my apologies 😅)

I wasn't sure what happened, but I was somehow in a field of yellow flowers, but coming here was a vivid memory. I also seemed to be wearing a outfit so different and unfamiliar to me. But I was to busy trying to catch butterfly's with some small children, to notice anything out of the ordinary. I was smiling and laughing as we chased around more bugs, picked flowers and roamed the fields. Not even noticing the figure that stood in the distance of us as I didn't bother questioning the situation as it was so lovely to think other ways.

"Hmmm... How interesting...."

I suddenly felt like something really sharp was stabbed into me making me fall to the ground. But even if the pain went away as fast as it came, I started to feel dizzy and feel like falling into an endless sleep. "Mr!!" "I-.. I'm ok.." I tried reassuring them but the headache just wouldn't go away. "Hey Mr are you really ok? Want us to walk home so we can get water?!" I looked up at the girl before falling a little more to the ground. I heard... Voices, almost like screams.. but of my name.. and telling me everything was gonna be alright... I shook my head in pain, 'what is going on...' "...he's waking up..." "What do we do... He won't come back to play if he wakes up.." "...mmm what if he does... Then we can have him forever!" The two boys looked at the tiny girl before nodding, 'keep me forever? What is happening, f-father?... Wait' "father!" Was the last thing I said before everything came back to me in a flash

I woke up a bit cold, and the feeling of  metal on my back felt... Weird. 'Mr it's gonna be ok now' 'you have us to protect you!' 'yes yes! Always and forever' "always and forever..." I repeated with a voice that sounded like a little girls, as I smiled lovingly at the bright light above me. "Baby cakes?!" "F-father?.." I looked to my left as the light in my face moved so I could see a man standing next to me.. it was my adoptive dad Dr smiles, he was the owner of cookie playground and sometimes he tells me that he is like a doctor in a way as that's why he has Dr in his name. He goes by smiles as a way to keep his life private, and over time I seemed to forget it. 'whats happening... Am I hurt?' '..your a little more then hurt Mr, Mr sadly died, But fear not! Father has fixed us you see so we are much much better now~' 'mhmhm that's right, we have a new body so we can be with father more!' '...dead...new body...' "hey it's gonna be ok now my dear... I promise it's all ok now, I've fixed you" "fixed...me.." "yes, and now let's get you up and get walking again... As you have been laying here for some time and have... Some new adjustments, so come on" I slowly get up and trying to stand, which wasn't that difficult. 'yay Mr is standing!' 'yay!' I smiled a bit as the little voices in my head cheered for me. "Hehe very good cup cake, now let's try and move your legs and try walk to the door and back" I nodded as I was helped guided by father to the nearest door. "Mmm.. hard... Walk.." it was very hard to talk but I can manage "yes it is but your doing great dear very proud" I nodded and was told to walk backwards now. "...hmmm... E-easy..." "Hehe someone has a lot more confidence with this hmm?" I nodded again but smiled a little this time. 'Wow Mr that was amazing!' 'ooooo dancers feet' I smiled again at their comments. 'ok this will be a bit more of a tricky one, so be prepared' I nodded softly to myself as I slowly look up at father. "Hehe ok now we are gonna a physical test ok?" I tilted my head to the side, 'a physical?' "we will make sure you won't get stuck while moving and damage yourself in the process" I nodded still confused as to what that meant, 'you have a new body Mr, you don't have the same kind parts as everyone else does anymore' '...new... Different... Hmmm' father slowly moves my arm Infront of me and I can see gaps in-between each finger and where my wrist is, even near my elbow but my elbow has a ball shape thing there instead of skin tissues. "Skin...gone..." "Yes you don't have any skin no more, you now have whats called, porcelain, stuff you use for dolls but a more thinker material so you don't break while doing daily activities" "doll... Pretty..." I looked up smiling, 'why am I happy... I'm.. not human no more..' 'yes but you are better now, and we can be together, forever' I nodded slowly to myself, 'right... Forever...' "I'm glad you think so, It'll be pretty sad if you didn't" I nodded as we start doing and finishing the physical.

"We'll we have to keep moving your knees a bit and your elbow as they are a bit finicky, but it will stop in due time" "mhm..." Father smiles down at me as I sit still on the table again. "Where... Am... I" "your behind the playground right now dear" "...mmm playground... Hurt... Badly" father seems to frown at this, I remember very little of what happened to me, I just know that someone hurt me.. very badly. "...yes... I know my child, but we will fix them as well.. don't you worry child" I nodded as I smiled, 'we.. can fix them too, they won't be able to hurt no one... They'll learn to love..' 'hehe yes that's the spirit' "fix... Them..." I said with a smile making father very happy, "hehe yes your right, we shall fix them, every last one of them" he softly touches me nose making me stare for a bit, this seemed amusing to everyone in the room, but most importantly it made father happy.

We got a pair of clothes for me, it was a simple dress as I didn't feel like wearing pants and a shirt at the moment as it required movement. We were walking down these white halls, and to a room father said was gonna be mine. "Room.. mine..." "Mhm we are going to your room, we are gonna see it then go to another room to help make your room feel more at home" I nodded before grabbing onto father's hand. "Hmm?" "...lights... Hang... Lights.." "you want fairly lights?" I nodded again and father smiled, "ok we should get you some then".

We walked up to a room that had a bed on the far left corner, two dressers on either side of the room, a desk on the left with a medium rug on the floor. "So what do you think" "big...nice...comfy" "I agree, but these were just simple things as I didn't have the fluffy rug you used to have so that one was just to get it looking more better then some white room" "mmm!" I let go of father's hand and place it in front of me, and I felt something there. "Hmm?" "Oh you noticed it I see, well that's your door as a normal door was to weak and I wanted to make sure your ok while doors are shut. But don't worry there is curtains inside for some changing privacy" I nodded as father taps a panel on the side an felt the see through door start to move. "...o-ooo..." After it opened I walked inside, but bumped my head as it didn't open all the way, "hehehe we have to get something for the bottom of the door so you see when the door is fully up" I nodded as I rup my head, even though I didn't feel it, I felt the need to do so.

We walked around for a while before making our way to another room full of different stuff. 'the store' was what a sign read out to be as we got near it, "mmm...store..." "Yup, this is were you will get anything you need, or you can just ask me and I'll get it for you. But you can't get paper here as that becomes a big mess sometimes, as other kids here play some times" I nodded, 'other kids?...' 'mhm there are kids here, noisey buggers they are' i nodded as I quietly made my way to some lights. "Lights..." "You pick what you were looking for and I'll get you some other stuff" "Mmm!... Lights..." I played with the lights, getting myself stuck a few times as I did so. But I easily got out and held some on my head as I waited for father. "...f...father..." "Hmm-...you ok bud?" "...yes..." Father started laughing and so did some workers, I smiled brightly as I moved some lights to be on my arms. "Well my cute son, I have found a much bigger rug then I intend on getting as well as some toys, but just some for your bed" "build...toy" "you want to build toys?... Wait I think we have just the thing" father put everything he had in his arms down, before walking off, "the kids couldn't figure out how to open the box or really want it that much" father grabs a pretty large chest like box and ask some others to help him move it, they walk over to me and place it down slowly. "Hmm?" "This has a lot of building parts and we have more so if you can open it you can have it" I nodded and knelt down onto my knees and saw that the lock involved three keys, but one looks to be a piece that might be inside the lock. "Two...keys" I held up two fingers and father handed two to me after trying to find it, I used the keys and out popped a piece, I place it into the hole before turned the keys into the opposite direction. And *Click* it opened, I took the lock off and opened up the top, it had a black hard cover on top with a bendable thing you can use as a handle. I pulled it up and the box unfolded itself, hitting father and the worker in the foot "Ow!" "F-father!" I made a worried expression but he just smiled, "were fine... Don't worry, owww" father and the other person fell to the ground but I took father's word on it, peering down to see that the box really did have many different kinds of parts to make almost any type of toy. And knowing that you can just ask if you needed more building materials, as every building part was there and even more. "...build...parts.." "huh... I don't remember it being able to fold out" "neither did I... Maybe the box likes him?" Father looked at the work with a 'really?' expression making the other chuckle in embarrassment.

"Toy...box...build...er" "mhm your mother actually use to be the owner of this, I found it a couple of years ago and never got the chance to properly give it to you, so I let the kids try and open it" I nodded and figured how to close it all up "room!" I said somewhat excitedly "Right! Room stuff, let's continue then" "Mmm!" I get up and walked around excitedly after I locked up the box and placed the keys in a small compartment in my leg. That I accidentally opened while walking down the halls.

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Whop! This story is a old one and I had so much to it that I had to finish and make it to the wonderful story that it is. So I hope you all enjoyed and see you in the next chapter, bye bye honey bunny's!!

#x male reader #slashers #bloodwarning #first chapter

[sherlocktalia]

Lamps For Your Child's Room

Decorating the room of your son or young lady? You have the walls painted, the mats fastidiously chosen, the bed sheets conveniently finished, the toys energetically showed. Be that as it may, what about the lights? You wouldn't need obviously to awaken in that frame of mind of the night tapping the wall aimlessly visit site here to raise a ruckus around town on. To keep away from such circumstance, adding lighting fixtures inside the nursery room or play rooms will be a great arrangement of help.

There are assortments of lamps for young ladies and lamps for young men. They also are planned in a vey imaginative and articulate way to match the subject of your nursery room. Lamps as a fixture really do have various types. There are the night lights, children's crystal fixtures, children's lamps, and floor lamps.

Taking it on a gender delicate side, let us start with the lamps for young ladies. Interesting points in picking lamps for young ladies are the type, the plan, the size and the variety.

As previously mentioned, lamps truly do change on types. Actually look at your inclination. Do you need a crystal fixture, a table lamp or a floor lamp for the young ladies' room? The plan, size and variety come straightaway. The plan ought to be silly like a fantasy subject of sort. The size depends on the room size unquestionably and the most well-known variety would be pink.

A portion of the lamps for young ladies are the Ballet performer Shoes Lamp, Ballet performer Shoes Ceiling fixture, Lavender Jane Ellen Doll Lamp, Enormous Hare Ceiling fixture and Pink Jane Ellen Doll Lamp, and the Blue Moon and Star Lamp. They were embellished with complex accents that are truly satisfying to the eyes. They are exceptionally ladylike fixtures that will add flavor to the young ladies' room.

In the event that you are on a nature subject, have a go at something like the Dragonfly Work area lamp with Pigeon Models and Butterflies Table Lamp. For an athletic sort of thing, the Team promoter Lamp will definitely fit.

Lamps for the young men on the hand don't contrast that much as to lamps for young ladies. They have a similar degree of style, plan and uniqueness. One huge variety of lamps for young men to lamps for young ladies is the variety. The most conspicuous for the young men is obviously blue. It can likewise be yellow, brown, violet or red or some other however seldom pink.

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[tangfoss]

Suitable use of love-making toys

Early childhood professionals are significantly questioning their role in the tranny of gender stereotypes and the inequalities these reproduce involving the sexes? [2]To that end, that they are questioned inside their responsibility, whether by associations campaigning in the field of gender discrimination (Citizens Now, 2009) or perhaps by research in the human sciences (Coulon and Cresson, 2007). And childcare features, such as the Boudarias departmental cr�che in Saint-Ouen, possess made this worry a priority in their educational task since 2009, on the model associated with Swedish "compensatory" pedagogy (L'Humanit�, 2011; Elle, 2011 ). Between the activities and their support which might be most likely to be able to convey gender stereotypes, games and toys are undeniably with the forefront involving professional concerns. two But is right now there really reason to be moved? Exploration in developmental mindsets 3 Much exploration in recent years (for a latest review of the matter, see Ruble ainsi que al., 2006) has addressed the advancement of gender-differentiated actions in small children. A new consensus emerges: from 24 months, kids master the gender categories and display an implicit familiarity with the activities, metaphors and objects typically assigned to every single gender (pink/navy, weak/strong, small/big, cooking/ hiking trees, butterfly/bear... ) (Poulin-Dubois and Serbin, 2006). There would certainly therefore be very early on the constitution of a gender schema of which would guide the child in his conduct and his helpful choices, in special in relation in order to the toy. This is with toys and games classified as feminine that girls play most willingly in addition to it is along with identified male toys and games that boys perform (Foxonet, 1988, The Maner-Idrissi, 1996). In addition to from 16 a few months, boys prefer to be able to look at vehicles and girls from dolls (Serbin ain al., 2001). four These cognitive hypotheses on the development of the sexual category schema have challenged the theories involving reinforcement (reinforcement contingencies) for which the particular gender stereotyped behaviors of the little one had their origin in a social mastering that encouraged typically the child to mimic a model of the same gender. sex. Work on infant social cognition tends to illustrate the existence of a basic form of the sex schema that might precede stereotyped actions and not typically the reverse. Children might therefore construct trusting theories (diagrams) around the characteristics of men and women that would identify the choice of behaviors that they consider suitable for their individual sex. Thereby, ) that could allow the particular child to classify conducts, possessions, and jobs as feminine or masculine and, articulated with this, the ownsex schema that would allow each subject to use this data to pick conducts correct for their gender.? Ladies play with dolls plus boys play with cars? and? I actually is a young lady, but girls participate in with dolls, thus I play together with dolls? (Le Maner-Idrissi and Renault, 06\, p. 253 ). Educators and the particular liberation of very little girls 5 We come across here how a lot the discourse regarding the 1970s features aged. EG Belotti at that time urged? especially females who are vested with the schooling of children? to be able to initiate a? break up? and? modify typically the social and ethnical causes which would be at the source of the dissimilarities between the people (? ), to ensure that every individual who is given birth to has got the opportunity to be able to develop in how that best suits him, regardless of typically the sex that he or she belongs? (1974, p. 10 and 11). The main subjects of this health are little ladies. 6 In case modern discoveries in developing psychology have undermined this feminist approach, the sociological examination of those years is still pertinent and it has not good old somewhat with regard to games and even toys. In line with R. Barthes who underlined exactly how much toys "literally foreshadowed the galaxy of adult functions" (1957, p. 59), EG Belotti in addition observed that "most toys found upon the market usually are designed for males or for ladies, closely related to the different roles predicted of them?. (1974, p. 110). Catalogs and stores Find out Cairn-Pro 7 A great analysis of doll catalogs published in the occasion of Christmas since 1992 shows that many of them classify their products in line with the sex of the children by simply using headings entitled "boys" and "girls" (Zega�, 2010 )? [3]. And Mr. Zega� remarks that "are clearly associated with a single or other of these categories some number of playthings through extension objects and activities of everyday life exactly where housework appears seeing that a strictly female domain: ironing plank, cleaning trolley, washer, sewing machine...? (2011, p. 10). Typically the 2011 Gifi directory presents a small girl in the particular middle of the page, between cooker, fryer, microwave, dishwasher and laundry system, pushing a washing trolley, with typically the following caption: "Have fun doing just like mum due to this specific trolley which has an aspect of 57x34x29cms plus all the components for cleaning. (p. 23). This reinforces the gendered trademark domestic work by validating the bumpy investment of men and women, underlines Mr. Zega� and the 7 Facing this firm categorization, reproducing the particular inequality between adult men and women within the prefiguration of the particular roles to always be played, specifically inside the investment with the domestic sphere and in the relationship with the baby, exactly what action can your parent or guardian or educator he lead? 오나홀 is difficult to be able to conceive not to make available to typically the child within early on childhood establishments equally the toys identified as feminine and people masculine when these people constitute particularly high supports for the particular expression and connection of girls in addition to boys. As for the parent, even though the purchase is owned by him, the youngster remains the prescriber, generally inflexible on his choices, underneath the combined affect of his sex scheme, societal representations and everyday lifestyle, not forgetting the input of peers, siblings or familiar grownups. Anyone who's tried to persuade their very own son to purchase your pet a toy micro wave as a present knows what I am just talking about.

#오나홀

[homeinteriorideaz]

Love to natural wall colour combination

Kids love to be surrounded by colourful objects that can give their imagination meaning. Wall painting using vivid colours is fun however it is essential to have a theme in mind and add colours to the walls accordingly. Well when it’s a child’s room deciding what to paint on the walls is no child’s play. There are numerous ideas you can make use of on the walls:

Cartoon characters: Every child grows up watching cartoon characters even we did. From Mickey to Donald Duck, Pokemon or Shin Chan every child has his or her own favorites. You can get these cartoon characters painted on the walls. Your kid’s name along with these cartoons will make your young one love them even more. If you don’t want to paint the characters over the walls you can make use of their wall colour combination. If you are painting a little girl’s room then painting it with the colour pink would make her feel like a Barbie doll or a princess, if she is awestruck by the mermaid then using colours like blue and red would make her feel like she is in the sea queen.

Nature inspired rooms: Many love to use natural wall colour combination for their walls. You can bring on this theme in your kid’s room as well. Bring in the floral freshness with colours like pink or leaf greens or the many colours and textures of the butterflies. If this does not make the room look the way you wish, you can use decorative paints. Use these for bordering the wall corners or paint the ceilings with these. There are also glow in the dark paints available, you paint stars and the moon with these on the ceilings. This will make your kids feel they are sleeping amidst the stars. Rainbow and rain drops are all time favorites of children you can add these too.

Poetry and literature: Nursery rhymes and jingles are ought to make every kid happy. Be it Jack and Jill or any other nursery rhyme we too can’t stop humming these tunes. You can paint your child’s favorite poem over the walls! Studies will no longer be restricted to books, make their room walls into their study boards. Painting walls will not just be fun but also innovative with these.

So if you thought home decoration must select the best wall colour combination for all about your living room and then you were completely mistaken. Your child’s room can open the doors for your creativity to flow and help bring a lot of rhythm, fun and excitement too. Kid’s rooms are not just about colours, they convey a lot more. Most importantly they spend a lot of time creating moments of childhood there so make sure you spill your thoughts out all over the walls.

#wall colour combination

[rohanjain70]

Art and craft activities to try at home

A new wave of technical gadgets has fascinated parents. Most of them resort to such modern toys to keep kids occupied. True, such advanced games are imperative for growth in today's era. You should introduce them to kids to make them adapt to the changing technology. But this should not come at the expense of them losing the essence of unstructured playtime. Children need to engage in open-ended play for effective learning.

Create an atmosphere that encourages them to explore their creativity. For this, get them craft materials and let them use their imagination. Even if you let them on their own with such supplies, they come up with creative ideas. Kids are boundless when it comes to inventiveness. You only need to give them an anchor to get started. If you want better results, guide them in the following ways:

Origami

A single piece of paper is all you need to put your imagination to use. This is what origami is all about. An ancient paper craft activity involves folding paper multiple times to create shapes. This leads to different creations like a boat, aeroplane, butterfly, flower, etc. The possibilities are endless. Also, using colourful craft papers adds to the exciting aspect.

Sketching

One of the easiest and fundamental art activities to start with kids is sketching. It requires simple art supplies like a pencil, colour pens, and a piece of paper. You need not get engaged in this activity. Leaving kids alone with these supplies lets them explore their imaginative side. They primarily engage in scribbling at a young age.

Modelling with clay

Almost every kid enjoys playing in the dirt. Ever wondered why? No, it is not just about the mess. Sensory stimulation is addictive and makes way for learning. Modelling clay lets you give this child play activity a structured approach. Moulding the clay allows the imagination to sour. Kids start with disoriented shapes. But as they make progress, sculpting drives creativity.

Miniature model making

If you cannot think of any activity, use activity kits. You find such projects with instructions. They include building pieces and a blueprint. Following the instructions lets you create models like a remote-control robot, aeroplane, doll, or other miniature figures. The result leads to creative fulfilment in children.

DIY projects

Sustainability is all the rage these days. Instead of buying new, creating from existing materials is more appealing. It not only saves the environment but results in personalisation. Why not include the kids in this activity? Engage them as assistants while you create Do-It-Yourself items. This includes colourful pots, wall hangings, vases, centrepieces, etc.

#craft materials art supplies remote control robot

[doberbutts]

“trans men don’t experience misogyny because they’re men thus cannot experience women’s oppression”

I hate to tell you this but even cis men experience misogyny if they step a toe over the line of what our incredibly sexist society sees as “proper” for a man. You really don’t think that a man with interests or expression the world sees as “female” aren’t treated with violence?

#something something homophobia is tied closely to misogyny #transphobia is tied closely to misogyny #people who are straight but gnc experience misogyny #hell people who are straight and AREN'T gnc but have ~interests~ that lay ~outside~ of their perceived #gender role still experience misogyny #a little boy that grows up to be a sportsball car and gun obsessed straight man #that played with dolls or liked butterflies as a young child #still gets the ~girlish interests~ beaten out of him #we live in a misogynistic society everyone experiences misogyny #and if they don't experience it they continue it

[folk-ever-lore]

Red

Daminette December Day 6 - Butterflies @maribat-calendar-events

Marinette Dupain-Cheng didn't have much use for the skills she'd been forced to learn from a young age from the League Of Assassins, but Ladybug did. Ladybug could show off her abilities to predict any opponent's next moves, to defeat enemies as soon as they were in front of her, to kill anyone who dared battle her.

Okay maybe Ladybug could do all that, but she had more freedom than Marinette did and that meant something. That had to mean something.

Marinette Cheng had been raised in the League Of Assassins to be a ruthless killer worthy of being married to The Demon's Heir, but once the League had fallen apart she had been sent to Paris to live with her aunt and uncle. Tom and Sabine were nice enough but they didn't really know much about her life before she went to live with them, all they knew was that it wasn't really a safe place for a child to grow up. Marinette didn't care, at least then she was free to be herself and wasn't forced into a doll-like facade of being a perfect sweet girl that she just wasn't. And, if she was being honest, Damian was at the League which automatically made living there seem better than it actually was.

Of course, she could visit him whenever they were both free with the use of the house miraculous, but due to the fact that both of them had been heroes in their new living areas (she could see the irony) and time zones that wasn't too often. He had told her that if she was ever in danger that she could visit him at any time, but he had explicitly said that rule was for emergencies only.

As much as she loved her fiancée boyfriend, she didn't want to upset him by not disturbing him when he was busy. Of course she could text and call him a lot more than she visited him so it wasn't a big issue. After all, other people made it work with even less visits than her and Damian managed with.

***

Marinette Cheng was a force to be reckoned with, aside from the Demon’s Heir, she was one of the deadliest  assassins in the league when she was only eight. She had been raised from birth to be an elite assassin, she and Damian had trained in the art of assassination for as long as they could remember.

She glared down at one of the servants. They were a failure and it was her job to get rid of failures. It didn’t matter that they had simply dropped something that was meant for Ra’s, they had failed, therefore they were a failure. Failures were useless, and useless things die.

She held her sword in her hand, ready to bring it down and complete her task.

“Do it,” Talia ordered.

Marinette simply nodded and pressed her sword to their throat. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she sliced across and watched as the servant died. Dead due to her actions. Dead because of her.

It was nothing new. She had seen this sight many times. She had done this many times.

***

Ladybug swung her yoyo threatenly as she and Chat Noir advanced on Hawkmoth. She had found his lair months ago and she had wanted to charge down there and kill him, but before she could Chat had found her and stopped her. He insisted that they were heroes and heroes didn’t kill.

He knew nothing. She was no hero. She was simply someone playing pretend. Someone trying to make up for their past misdeeds. She was a murderer. She was an assassin. She was a monster.

She was not a hero and she refused to act like one, not in this case. Hawkmoth had made the citizens of Paris suffer for nearly a year now and she refused to let it go on any longer. He had to die. She had to kill him. It was the only way to guarantee Paris’ safety.

Chat wouldn’t let her do it. She had to do it, despite how much the thought made her feel sick. It was the only way to keep Paris safe.

***

“Don’t do this,” a young woman cried out, begging Marinette not to do this. Begging Marinette not to kill her. “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

“I want to complete my mission.”

“What was your mission?” The woman asked desperately. “Maybe I can help.”

“I am to take your research on the League Of Assassins and kill you.”

“They’re real? I thought it was a myth.”

“I am real. I see no reason why my associates aren’t real. Where is your research?”

The woman was shaking, clearly she didn’t want to die. That would be too bad, she was going to die either way. Upon Marinette’s words the woman’s eyes quickly, accidentally glanced over towards a door in the left corner of the room. At least that would save her time.

“It’s all in there?” She asked, pointing towards the door.

“No,” the woman claimed despite the fears in her eyes clearly revealing the truth. The woman’s body language had given her away, maybe a lesser trained assassin wouldn’t have noticed but she had been trained to pick up on body language just as long as she had been trained with weapons. All her research definitely was in that room.

“Our time together is over then.”

Marinette twirled a dagger around in her hand as she advanced on the woman. A nice simple stab through the heart would do it right? After all, she had been rather co-operative.

The woman, the target, had been chained to the floor a long time ago, there was nowhere for her to go as Marinette approached her.

“Please…”

The dagger pointed towards the woman’s heart.

“Please…”

She steadied the dagger in her hand before thrusting it forward into the woman’s heart. When she removed the dagger after making sure it had definitely caused a fatal injury, blood dripped from the wound. Her dagger was covered in blood, but it was also starting to cover the woman’s clothes.

Once the idea of murder had terrified her, but she had become numb to it after time. After all, there was no other way to guarantee her safety in the league if she wasn’t as good at killing as she was.

It was a satisfying sight as Marinette cleaned off her dagger on the woman’s clothes. As much as she wanted to stay and avoid another assignment for a little longer, she knew she would be expected back at headquarters to report the progress on her mission soon.

***

“Lucky Charm!”

A familiar feeling dagger appeared in Ladybug’s hand. The only difference was the colour of the metal. Her usual dagger had been a sharp metallic silver, but because this was a lucky charm the dagger was red with black dots.

She grinned as she felt the edges of the familiar dagger over with her thumb. “I’ve missed this.”

Chat Noir sent his partner a worried glance, but he didn’t really have much time to think her comment over at that point in time. He had more important things to deal with, such as Hawkmoth had a very concerned look on his face. Considering Ladybug’s reaction to the dagger the supervillain definitely had cause to be worried for his life, especially considering how she had been begging to kill him villain for months. Not that Hawkmoth knew that.

Ladybug’s eyes held a long forgotten glint in as she approached Hawkmoth, backing him against a wall. Chat thought it was rather animalistic, like a predator advancing on its prey. He had to stop this.

“Bugaboo, please don’t. He doesn’t deserve to die.”

“Oh but he does,” she gripped her dagger carefully to make sure he didn’t pull it from her.

“I agree that what he’s done is wrong but he should go to prison, not die.”

Ladybug huffed at her partner’s hopeful attitude, “It’s the only way to keep Paris safe.”

“Will Ladybug becoming a murderer keep them safe?” Chat Noir questioned.

“I can’t become something I already am,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to kill another but this is the only way to keep Paris safe. What if he finds another lost miraculous? I can’t take that chance. I don’t want to have to do this again. Please Chat, I don’t want to do this but I have to.”

“M’Lady please jus-”

Ladybug was sure that Chat Noir would have continued speaking if she hadn't stepped forward, grabbed Hawkmoth’s body and slit his throat. Blood started pouring out of the wound, filling the villain’s lungs, drowning him with his own blood.

The blood, it was red. Dripping, bloody red. She hated it. She hated what she’d done. She hated what she’d had to do to him. Maybe Chat had been right, maybe she shouldn’t have killed him.

***

Marinette had been trained all seven years of her life for this. Her first kill.

She didn’t want to do it. Sure she had been trained by many people for years on how to hurt and main all kinds of people, but she’d never killed anyone before. She didn’t want to be a murderer. She didn’t want to be an assassin. She had no choice. It was kill or be killed, and she knew which option she’d rather take.

A figure was dragged before her, an old man from the nearest village. She couldn’t do this. Did they seriously expect her to murder an old man?

Ra’s was there to watch her. He didn’t watch over her training the same way he did Damian’s, but as his future daughter-in-law he made sure to watch her major exams. It certainly didn’t make the idea of her first kill any easier.

She didn’t want to do this. She couldn’t do this. She had to do this.

A small, shaking hand held up a dagger. She was expected to kill this innocent old man with just one dagger. How was she meant to do this?

As she walked towards the old man he gave her a small nod. Was this him giving her permission to kill him? She hoped so. That would make this easier for her. Even if he hadn’t nodded she was going to pretend that he had. She didn’t think there would be anything else that could get her to do this.

She fumbled with her dagger a little but ultimately held her ground. She tried to not think about what she was doing as she forced her dagger into his body.

Oh god. What had she done?

***

Once she would have smiled down at her victim’s body, satisfied with a job well done, but now… Now the sight didn’t fill her with the same type of wicked satisfaction it once did. She felt disgusted with her actions?

Her hand started shaking and she released her dagger in shock. “What did I do?”

What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do?

The thought wouldn’t leave her head as her whole body shook: What did she do?

Backing into a wall, she slid down and sat next to the body of her latest victim. She hadn’t killed anyone since she had left the league. How could she kill someone now? After all this time? How?

“You okay, bugaboo?” Chat Noir asked carefully as he sat down next to each other.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find the words. She shook her head. She wanted Damian.

Damian… She could reach him with the horse miraculous.

She quickly pulled the butterfly miraculous off the dead body of Hawkmoth without looking at his identity and opened her yoyo so that she could place the newly recovered miraculous and take the horse one. She put the glasses on and transformed into Pegabug.

“Voyage!” She cried to open a portal to Damian.

Once she was through the portal it shut and she quickly untransformed.

Damian. She needed Damian.

“Damian?”

“Habibti? What are you doing here?”

Damian. There he was. He had rushed over to her and she had wrapped her arms around him.

“It was horrible,” she confessed. Upon seeing his blank face she tried to find the courage to explain further. “I haven’t … I hadn’t hurt anyone like that since the league.”

He embraced her further, “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re here. You’re safe now.”

“I hated it. I hate myself.” Tears dripped down her face. She was pathetic.

“Hawkmoth?” He asked carefully, making sure to tread carefully around the subject.

She nodded, “Yes.”

Damian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then you did the right thing.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Thank you,” Marinette gave him a weak smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Habibti.”

The pair stayed curled up, holding each other in the library for hours until someone found them.

“What the fuck is this demon spawn?”

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You’d Be Prettier If... {Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader}

Plot: Bucky Barnes, a complete stranger, overhears how bad your date is going so he steps in to save you from being further insulted.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Notes: just a lousy shallow first date that kinda shames food choices ‘you’d be prettier if you lost weight’ that type thing!

Part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

Checking the time on your watch once again, you internally cursed your friend for ever thinking that this man-child was an appropriate dating choice for you. Are they even a friend if they set me up knowing fine well that he’s a monstrosity? You hummed absent-mindedly as he boasted about how well he was doing financially; trying to impress you. Men like this, who were immature and boastful were a complete turn off for you. The date had really only begun - you’d only had your first drink and not yet ordered your meals - and yet, you couldn’t wait for it to be over.

As the waitress approached, you took a breath of relief at least he’d shut up for a minute, “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have cajun chicken pasta, please,” you said with a smile, silently trying to tell her how much you needed out of here.

“Really?” Your date - Jack - asked with raised eyebrows, “I thought ladies liked to get a salad to keep their figures.”

You and the waitress glanced at each other with a look of ‘oh, god, here we go’. Dread settled in your stomach as he said it, you knew where these types of conversations led to. You’d be prettier if you lost weight. You hated that. You never understood why people cared so much about your weight, you were healthy and fat; who cares? As an adult, you’d learned to get along with your body instead of hating it, yeah there were parts you hated but overall, you liked your shape and figure. You liked your bigger thighs, your soft tummy, you even liked your stretchmarks that were sprinkled all over you. It was you and you knew that you were good enough.

He finished ordering and looked at you, “You know, no offence, I think you should’ve gotten a salad. Need to keep that weight down.” He offered you a smile with the insult.

“Why do I need to do that?” You asked, taking a long drink, “Why do I need to keep my weight down?”

From over at the bar, not far from where you were sitting, a young man with long shaggy hair turned to hear your conversation. He didn’t like where it was heading either.

“Well, I mean, I think you’d be prettier if you lost a bit of weight, slimmed down a bit. Have you ever thought about-”

“Oh, hey!” A voice said from beside you. You looked over at the very handsome man with shaggy hair, “I haven’t seen you in forever, how’ve you been?” You were positive that this man was a stranger but he gave you the eyes and you realised what he was doing. He was saving you from this terrible date.

“Oh my god,” you played along, grinning widely, “How have you been? Pull up a chair, we have so much to catch up on,” you looked to your date, “You don’t mind right? Perfect!”

Jack looked between the two of you, “Hey man, how do you know (y/n)?”

“I’m Bucky, me and (y/n) go way back, don’t we, doll?” Usually had a man you didn’t know called you a petname, you would’ve chewed them out but Bucky, whoever he was, said it in such an endearing and kind way, not at all creepy like the weirdo at the gas station who kept calling you ‘babe’ that one time, “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Actually, yes-”

“Not at all!” You cut over Jack with a smile. Thank god for whoever Bucky was.

You and Bucky began chatting, making up stories and pretending you knew everything about the other. Jack was growing more and more irritated as time passed. With an annoyed sigh, he said he’d be back in a minute, he was going to the toilet. As soon as he was out of earshot, you began to laugh, “You have no idea how grateful I am!”

Bucky laughed, shaking his head, “I overheard him saying that stuff about the salad and your weight and thought I’d step in. No one should have that much of an opinion over someone else’s choices and body, especially not over someone so beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.” You smiled, cheeks burning, as he complimented you. There was something different about him, something so charming and old fashioned.

“You think so?” You asked, unusually nervous.

“You’re gorgeous. You don’t need to eat salads or lose weight, you’re beautiful as you are.” he said honestly. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and he stuck his hand out, “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Bucky Barnes.” You shook it happily telling him your name.

The waitress arrived a minute later as you and Bucky were chatting about your date, “Is he gone?” The waitress asked, placing the meals down, “He was a right jerk.”

“He’ll be gone soon enough,” you said, “do you like steak?” You asked Bucky who nodded. You pushed Jack’s plate over to him, “There you go.” The two of you shared a laugh as Bucky began to cut up the steak, “So, Bucky what is it you do?”

“I,” he faltered, unsure of what to say as he didn’t want to freak you out too much, “I’m a personal trainer of sorts. I train my team a lot.” It wasn’t wrong, he did help the team train.

“Who’s your team?”

“Uh... the Avengers?” He said awkwardly, this was where people usually got freaked out.

“Huh,” you said as you ate your pasta, “Is Tony Stark as much of a dick as I think he is?”

Bucky let out a breath of relief as he realised you didn’t care about his profession, “Eh, he’s alright. Annoying but he can be a lovely guy.”

“You’re eating my food?” Jack said, appearing beside you, “What the fu-”

“Jack, no offence,” you said with a smile, “I think you’d be prettier if you lost weight and you ate the salad.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” Jack scoffed before storming off and out of the restaurant.

“Thank god for that,” you whispered under your breath, “It was lovely of you to save me but you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

Bucky shook his head, “If you don’t mind, doll, I’d like to stay and get to know you more?”

A slow smile spread on your face, “I’d love that, Bucky.” You’d need to thank your friend after all if she hadn’t forced you on the date with that jackass, you’d never have met the delight that is Bucky Barnes.

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