#to deprive their child of housing by kicking them out

[communistkenobi]

like man imagine how much abuse and violence children would be able to completely avoid if their parents were not in total control of all their material and emotional needs

#this would benefit parents massively too!!!! everyone would benefit #perhaps through some sort of universal wealth redistribution program of some kind. u know #you would actually need to change a lot of housing stuff like this is a complex problem to fix #the base unit of organisation in western society is still the family #but man maybe if we got rid of the circumstances that allow for parents #to deprive their child of housing by kicking them out #or having full control of their physical well being #the world would be a better place in basically every regard

[bluegalaxygirl]

First Bath togeather (Zosan X reader)

Zoro x Sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, SFW and Reader is GN. Honestly started crying while writing this thats why it took me a whole days to make it.

Warning: past domestic abuse, descriptive scars, fluff, making out, Nudity but its sfw, a bit of Body worship

Plot: Inspired by Night routine. After being togeather for a long time the boys have never taken a bath or a shower with you. You work up the courage to join them but try to hid the scars of your past.

It's late at night when Zoro and Sanji walk into your shared room seeing you on the bed still in your day wear reading a book. "Hay love, were going to get a bath, want to join us?" Sanji asks while Zoro grabs the towels and cloths. You look up from your book the offer so tempting, about to respond yes you remember your back, the only part of your body you hate. "Sorry boys i'll take one later" you say seeing Sanji's face fall into a sad frown but he doesn't push it, both are really respectful towards you. No means No, thats been clear from day one. "Well, we'll see you later than" Zoro says placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Sanji does the same lingering a bit longer, a way of showing that he isn't upset with you even though he's sad about you not joining them.

You were just about to go back to reading but as the boys leave Robin enters saying hi to the boys as they leave. Normally she wouldn't enter without knocking but she had her serious face on, one you didn't see often and it scared you a little. "Urm... Hi Robin" you manage to get out as he sits at the end of the large bed "I though you said you were gonna join them this time?" A smile finally appearing on the woman's face making you relax a little. She's the only one you've told about your past and your scars, she's a great listener and advice giver. "I know. I just.... dont want them to see" placing the book on the night stand you sit on the edge of the bed next to her looking down at your feet. She places a hand on your back over one of your many scars under your shirt rubbing it lightly "They love you very much. these scars aren't going to change that" Robin's voice is sweet sounding almost like sprinkled sugar. Your eyes meet with hers, somehow you regain your courage and nod at her grabbing your towel and pj's.

You get changed out of your day cloths in the changing room next to the bathroom, accidentally catching a peek at your back in the long mirror, the sight catches you off guard. You always try to avoid the sight of your back but you never forgot what it looked like. Long, think, jagged, raised scars stretch across your back crisscrossing in some areas. The memory's with it cause you more pain than anything, memories you try so hard to forget and yet they linger. Your mother hated you always calling you "That Demon child", she didn't always hate you but something in her snapped one day, it started with hurtful words then being deprived of essential things and lastly when she was really mad at you ,getting her whip out and hitting you over and over again. Ignoring your screams for her to stop and the apologies you'd spurt out but not really knowing what to be sorry about. she made sure to only hurt your back,No one but her would be able to see it so she would't get in trouble by other family or friends. You believed all the things she said about you, you hated very part of yourself and thought that it was normal for her to hurt you. It was only when she kicked you out the house at age 10 that you started to learn what life was really like. The trauma stayed with you but you found self worth, you weren't weak or useless, you were strong, brave, kind and found love.

You wrapped a towel around you heading to the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water and laughter from the two boys. Your body stopped you just before entering the room, second thoughts flew through your mind all you could think of was what they would say. Zoro the worrier, the man who deliberately took a slash to chest as not to scar his back "scars on the back are a swords mans shame" You weren't a swords man but that didn't stop you form thinking that he would think less of you. Sanji the cook with amazing hands always admired your skin. He'd constantly complement it, the softness of your hands, cheek or legs. He says he loves every inch of you but would be really love the jagged rough scars on your back. You were about to turn tail and run when you heard a voice from the bathroom.

"Oi, who's their? Stop being a Perv and show yourself" Zoro's voice came from the bathroom, you can hear the tension in his voice. You take a breath and step out holding the long towel wrapped around you in a strong grip. "Y/N" Sanji yells from his place in the bath outstretching his arms to you "You can be a pervert all you want my Love" You laugh at the comment, the feeling of dread being push away. "Finally decided to join us?" Zoro asks beckoning for you to come over with one finger. They both looked so handsome in the steaming water. Zoro's back against the large bath looking back at you, his arms stretched out and a small towel on his head, his smile almost cocky as he flexes his index finger into his hand. Sanji kneeling in the bath the water just covering his waist, his thin yet chiseled chest on displace. his hair was wet, it sticking to his face shaping it perfectly, they took your breath away.

"My love. i know were both amazing to look at but id rather you admire us up close" Sanji's voice snapped you out of it a dark red blush forming on your face. Both boys had a large smile on their faces liking the way you looked at them "Sorry" you stiffen a little walking closer to the bath. Zoro held his hands up for you to take helping you step into the bath. The water warm and soothing to the touch, your feet where just in when Sanji took your hips it made you flinch and both boys noticed, a short of shocked look formed on their faces. "Im sorry my love did i do something wrong?" he asks taking his hands off your hips. You didn't mean to flinch, they were always so kind to you, never crossing any boundaries you set, their touch was something you love, never mean or hateful just full of love. You placed your hand on Sanji's shoulder reassuring him "No not at all... im just a little... nervous is all. Could you both not look please" The cook seems to relax at your words doing as he's told and turning his back to you, as much as he wants to look to see all of you he knows its best not to. he wants you to trust him knowing at some point he will see you just only when your ready. Zoro has no problem turning his back to you, he's confused as to why your so against them seeing you though, your always so confident in your self and take great care of your body so why hide it form them.

You take your towel off and place it on the side sitting down in the water, the warmth feels so nice on your skin washing away all of the days stress. You slide further down into the bath till the water is up to your collar bones, you would go lower but you'd be in a very uncomfortable position "Ok" you say after composing yourself. Zoro turns and moves over next to you placing his arm around you kissing your cheek, you lean in feeling more relaxed now the worst part is over. Sanji joins sitting next to you and lays his head on your exposed shoulder "there's no need to be nervous. We're not gonna do anything" Zoro states wondering if thats whats causing you to worry. you smile up at him and nod "I know. you both are really sweet" your hands reach out of the water to place a hand each on their cheeks rubbing your wet thumb over their cheek. Sanji takes your hand and kisses your palm humming slightly at your touch "So soft" he whispers into you hand, it sends shivers down your spine, he touches you with such gentle hands it makes you swoon over him.

After a little while of relaxing with them and feeling more comfortable Zoro grabs the soap and starts washing his arms while sanji takes his body wash and offers it to you. "Thank you" you wash your arms and face, lifting your legs out the water to wash them only for Zoro to take your leg in his hands "let me" he sates taking the soap and running it over your wet leg and foot. your transfixed by this you heart almost pounding out your chest. "Want me to get your back?" Sanji says placing a hand under the water and onto your lower back touching on of your many scars. You jolt away almost kicking Zoro in the face in the process "NO" The sudden change in you shocked the boys. if you weren't comfortable with something you would just tell them so but you've never yelled or acted out almost hitting them. Unfortunately your fight or flight response kicks in and this time your body chose flight. You stand up quickly about to grab your towel and run when Sanji's hands grab your arms and pull you into him. The two of you standing in the bath as he held you close to his chest one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. "Shhhhhh, its ok." he soothes you lightly stroking your hair. he felt the scars, he knew thats what you didn't want them to see and even though he didn't even get a look at them he knew he would never hate them.

Zoro rose form where he was rubbing water and soap off his face glad that you misses his face with your kick. "Its hideous... please... don't hate me" your voice shaky, uneven breaths and a pounding heart threatening to tare you apart. A hand slides up your back Zoro taking in your scars, he's seen these types of scars before anger builds up in his body wanting to know who did this to you and where they are now but it was Sanji who brought him back running his hand up your back to meet the sword mans. They looked at each other realizing what was important now was you, not who did this. You flinch when a pair of lips place a kiss on one of of your scars, the worst one in between your shoulder blades travailing from one to the other in a diagonal motion. Taking your face out of sanji's chest you look behind you to see Zoro, his hands travailing up and down your waist while laying kisses across every scar you have. The tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks "Why?" you let out not understanding some one showing such kindness to a horrible sight. Sanji takes his hand off your back and places it under your chin making you face him "Its a part of you. How can we not love it" your hand moved up to cover your mouth trying to stop the sobs from coming out but failing miserably.

Relief washed over your body, they didn't hate you, they didn't think your were ugly or weak, they didn't think less of you and it filled your heart with such happiness. Zoro finished kissing every scar making his way up your spine to the back of your neck "Your amazing baby" his words full of love "He's right you are amazing" Sanji followed up his hand reaching behind your back to run his fingers down your spin. "No more tears baby." Zoro says rubbing away the tears that rolled down your cheek, "Im sorry" You bit your lower lip composing yourself managing to stop the tears. "sit down love" Sanji helps sit you down in the water leaning your back against the bath again, a question still ran through your head though, looking at the two boys as they sit next to you, one on either side. "I dont get it. Why dont you hate them?" you asked wanting an answer. "Why would we hate them? We all have some kind of scar" Zoro notes pointing to his eye then chest. "I know that but scars on the back are a shame" you look up at Zoro, he couldn't believe you remembered that form all those years ago before he can respond you turn to face Sanji "Their rough not soft like the rest of my skin that you praise." Sanji looks down slightly and takes your hand not knowing what to say. he knows complementing your scars isn't a good thing right now. He tries to think of a way to convince you that their not ugly.

A silence fills the room, you thought maybe you shouldn't have said anything until Zoro moved closer pressing his lips onto yours, it was sudden and rough but you loved it leaning in as he places a hand against your neck deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth, a soft moan left his mouth before pulling away "You are no shame. Your strong and no old scars are gonna take that away form you." he states before looking up at Sanji who had a loving smile on his face "isn't that right, Sanji" he asks giving the cook a small smile. Sanji move you so your back is pressed up against his chest and wrapping his arms around you hugging your torso. Zoro moving closer almost over you your noses almost touching as he looks into you eyes "He's right Mi amor. Your ours and we will never let anyone touch you like that again, although im sure you can kick their ass better than we can" you can feel the smirk on his lips against your neck. You are loved, all of you is loved, your strong, brave and kind. They only helped reassure you of that fact, you were a god/goddess in their eyes and you saw them the same way.

hope you enjoyed. I loved writing this and like i said before yes i cried. writing down words that i wish were said to me made me more passionate about this. I hope you all know that no matter what you look like your all beautiful and strong. Thank you for all the love so far.

#one piece #zoro x reader #polly relationship #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #zosan x reader #zosan

[cloudy-li]

chapter four - childhood's end

pairing - luke castellan x unclaimed afab!reader warnings - a little depressing, deals with my interpritation of luke's mum, angst :( fan cast of younger! luke idk his name but creds! masterlist - found here note - sorry, senior year started and its a pain in my ass :( will try to upload as regularly as possible! :D (also unrevised)

A mid-autumn sprinkling of frost adorned the undergrowth of camp half blood, covering the ground in a shimmering veil of crystal-cut diamonds glimmering softly in the first rays of breaking dawn. The early morning had been peaceful.

Until, again, you slipped. 

You had been dozing off peacefully, lulled to sleep by the faint smell of charcoal and the melodic notes from panpipes of satyrs that wake with the first light. As per usual, throughout the night you had been restless; tossing and turning and wiggling and squirming because not a single spot on your bunk seemed comfortable enough. And your tired sleep-deprived body had given in, the second the sun – driven by Apollo’s chariot – cracked over the horizon. You had shut your eyes and expected comforting darkness, but the situation that you found yourself in, left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

You stood in a dilapidated house. The wallpaper was peeling off in stripes and the sharp stench of mould struck you all at once. You looked around, observing the setting. You stood in what appears to be the living room with a bright red couch, it’s foam showing through multiple tares on the surface, moth bitten and falling apart. A few toys were strewn across the floor – a wooden elephant, a toy car and two miniatures of plastic snakes. A mantel sat opposite towards it above an old school box television set, projecting static into the room. You walked closer to the pictures, its frames dented and chipped. There were perhaps only two – or three and within each one of them was a brown-eyed boy with dark curls. Even Though he was significantly younger, you still recognised his face. You took a step back.

Glass broke and hysterical cries echoed throughout the house. Your heart skipped a beat. 

“LUKE! LUKE! WHERE ARE YOU! LUKE!”

The voice was frail and it cracked briefly multiple times throughout it’s demands. ‘Where am I?’ Almost instantly, after the screams, you heard a thump and the padding of two small feet on wooden floorboards, a voice crying, “coming mother!” and a mop of brown curls whizzing past you. Curious, you fell into step and followed after him. Watching a young pyjama-clad Luke rushing to his mother’s side, embracing her briefly and dashing to the bathroom, climbing a stool to fish out a cylinder teal and white capsules. Returning to the hysteric cries from his mother’s bed. He gave her the pill and an offering of chlorinated tap water to wash it all down. 

The curly haired boy stayed with his mother until the crying had subsided and she had nodded off to sleep before getting up, moving to the moth-bitten couch. He brought his knees to his chest, hugged himself and began to cry. 

It fractured your heart. You took one step towards the small child, intending to wrap him up in your arms. But, you couldn’t move anymore. You tried to take another step, but hit face-first into a wall of nothingness. Desperately, you paced around the room, prying, probing, but nothing would let you through. You were stuck. ‘I can’t move from where my roots are.’ You paused your kicking and prying and clawing at the barrier, and instead remained still, closing your eyes. 

You will yourself to imagine, to pick up pieces from your own memories and turn them substantial. Weaving spools of vividly kaleidoscopic memories into a sprawling tapestry of amber sands and turquoise waters. The uncanny scent of cinnamon danced across the sea shore, carried by the winds towards the ocean. You let your body reminisce the senses, lulled into languidness by the familiarly foreign scents of your childhood home. The young boy, Luke, looks around him as well. 

He looks at the sky and marvels at the sand, ‘His tears are gone,’ you exhaled, letting your body relax in nostalgia. 

A bright smile shone on young Luke’s face as he darted about the stretch of beach. Running from the lush coastal plains to the surf. There was a spark in his eyes. Though, in all honesty, you couldn’t place what it was. But the corners of his eyes were creased and his smile was bright and that was all that mattered to you. 

You let yourself smile as he ran to a wave. Running, jumping and skipping, fading. Fading. No, why was he fading? Why? Why was the entire scene fading? The crashing of the waves gave way to the chirping of cicadas and raindrops falling on rooftops of metal and marble and ceramic all alike.  

You woke up. Gasping for breath, ‘Luke.’

It must have been five, or six in the morning, but the sky was still streaked with hues of blue and purple and pink. As not to awaken those who were  not already up, you gingerly placed your bare feet one step at a time. From haphazardly woven linen Rugs rugs to the cold of lacquered oak floorboards, you mapped out a route to the cabin head’s bedroom.  

When you arrived,  look at already gotten dressed, And was sheathing his celestial bronze sword. You softly knocked at the doorway. “Luke..?” you ventured out. “Oh, y/n!” The stern, seriousness of Luke’s face was replaced by a softer look; eyes crinkling slightly and the edges of his smile turning upwards as he approached you. Opening his arms. 

You gave in, looping your arms around his chest, tucking your nose to the crook of his neck, you breathed in notes of pine and ozone and another scent you couldn’t quite place, but was definitely his. Luke kissed the top of your head. “Hey starlight,” he leaned back, smoothing down your frazzled hair 

“I’m gonna go out and train for a bit, wanna join?” 

“Sure,” you replied, then, you glanced at your pyjamas, sheepishly. “Just let me put something else on.” Slipping away tentatively from Luke’s embrace, you went to quickly get changed out of your nightclothes.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #two threads of yarn #luke castellan #pjo luke #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #cloudy-li writes

[mauvewalker]

My thoughts on Vaemond is that he had valid concerns and I think people have to understand that wanting to have power is not necessarily a bad thing. At the end of the day it’s pretty obvious visually that those 3 strong boys are bastards and are not of velaryon blood. It’s just an insult to house Velaryon. Regardless whether Laenor accepted them due to fertility isues/lack of trying etc, from an outside perspective of the nobility in a medieval setting she has cuckolded her husband. Imagine if Rhaenrya was not a crown princess from the royal line, I don’t think another lady would have got away with it or Corlys’s avid support as he is being ambitious/power hungry in wanting to get his blood/name on the iron throne. So when obviously Laenor/Rhaenrya didn’t do their duty in having legitimate children. I wonder if he didn’t kick up a fuss because he couldn’t question/actively go against the king daughter without losing his head & causing dissent. Also, their families were very intertwined with Daemon being married to laena at the time. Plus, he knew the king would favour her, so had to be hush about it due to these factors. That would be logical thinking the show could have given to Corlys but Rhaenrya would be portrayed as negatively abusing her station/power & the show couldn’t ever possibly have that for her 🙄.

That line for corlys reason is stupid in my opinion that “history remembers names not blood” when the strong boys have their legitimacy questioned/rumoured so heavily that will be attached to them within history- whilst obviously not confirmed it will still be talked about. Also, whilst corlys may be head of his house he cannot willing decide his heir knowing full well they do not have a blood claim to it & break succession law. He is the head and should think of & has the responsibility of the well-being of the entire family & not deprive those with a legal blood claim due to his desire for his own ‘legacy’. 

Rhaenrya was happily in all essence to ‘usurp’ driftmark throne for her son because of the power it will bring Luke- a second son who in any other setting would inherit nothing. So she is being power hungry herself here on behalf of her family. Abusing her father & Corlys’s power as accomplices for this farce. The extended velaryons have a right to be affronted/worried by this. So vaemond whilst corlys was in the 50/50 whether he would live & the king not being well enough to handle his duties, both who would not be impartial in this matter, saw an opportunity and took it. 

The argument that he should argue for Baela or rhaena to inherit, which I agree 100% they should have been corlys rightful heirs due to being legitimate daughters of laena- who was I believe is corlys first child in the show, but, corlys due to his own misogyny & ambitions chose to bypass them. Funny, I don’t see a lot of people criticise corlys for this (Rhaenys even pleaded for Laena’s daughters to be named but corlys denied her). Thus, Rhaenrya only decides to offer marriage pacts to her step daughters when she’s backed in a corner & realises that Rhaenys was more than likely going to not back her & claim for Baela. As a ‘fix-it’ so Baela get promoted to queen consort (more powerful position than lady of driftmark) & Rhaenys knowing her husband ambitions & desires for getting his blood on the throne will get his wishes through future grandchild. Maybe this time the plan will work out for them if Baela doesn’t die from childbirth & have a stillborn that is. So Rhaenys ends up backing Rhaenrya with this deal. 

However, arguably Rhaena is short changed of her birth right & demoted to being lady wife of driftmark (no power as Luke is the decision maker & can overrule/go against her- we saw this with Corlys/Rhaenys). A lot of people say it doesn’t matter if Luke is lord because their kids will end up having velaryon blood. Again, that is only the case if they successfully have a child together. The show has already shown the difficulties/mortality of mother & child during labour. What if scenario if rhaena dies in childbirth alongside the babe. Luke is then free to remarry whomever/lady of another family & what will the extended velaryons do then??? 

I think people have to understand that blood is important in this society as why else is kinslaying so accursed because it offers protection. Luke has no blood kinship or have any relations/interactions or living at driftmark towards the extended velaryons & with his mothers/stepfather actions have proved that they can be harmed/killed. Also, this child Luke has already shown to having a lack of remorse in his dealings with Aemond (his blood kin) & others, seems to be a-okay with his parents actions in people being killed over it & stealing his step sister Baela’s claim to Driftmark. Luke growing up under Daemrya’s tutelage doesn’t bode well for the extended Velaryons.

Back to vaemond, another reason he is thinking to fight for his claim is that corlys himself bypassed his legitimate granddaughters, thus, showing that the current head of house velaryon Corlys does have a preference for male relatives to inherit . Also, in the books Corlys got his bastard son/grandson?? legitimised to inherit driftmark during the war, again bypassing his granddaughters. So, as Corlys is currently out of commission, Vaemond by all rights is logical to push himself as he is the next living legitimate blood related male. He took his chance but alas was thwarted by viserys arrival & then Rhaenys, whether she had decided to agree prior to Viserys sitting down, smartly knowing how things would play in Rhaenrya favour declared aloud (so that Rhaenrya had to uphold the bargain) the marriage pact deals to the court & sided with her. At this point, he should have been smart & backed off but was goaded & lost his life for it. 

#Hotd #house of the dragon #hotd critical #vaemond velaryon #anti team black #anti corlys velaryon #anti rhaenys targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti lucerys strong #anti lucerys velaryon #anti viserys i targaryen

[itsagrimm]

Von Vätern und Söhnen

Translation: Of Fathers and Sons

After everything König went through he wonders if he can be a good dad

600 words

CN light PTSD symptoms and sleeplessness , discussions of pregnancy, könig goes to therapy (clap clap clap), childhood trauma

Outside, a stormy winter-wind howled around the house, making branches of the bare tree on the street tap against the windows.

König couldn’t sleep, the sound too loud and irregular to ignore.

Starring up at the ceiling he traced the old stucco to calm himself.

Flowers, Artemis and her entourage frolicking through eternal spring, more flowers.

At this point he knew every centimetre of his bedroom ceiling in the Altbau-Vienna flat by hard.

He sighed.

Amalia had gotten him ear plugs and a mask to sleep better. He knew she meant well, but he couldn’t bear depriving himself of sensory inputs that had saved his life out in the field countless times. It was a hard habit to shake, making him feel claustrophobic as if he was locked in his mind.

Instead, he listened to her deep breaths in his arms, curled against his side with her belly pressed against him.

She clung to him, as if afraid he would be gone again when she woke up.

He wouldn’t.

They had talked about it when she told him she was pregnant. Finally. He smiled into the bedroom twilight.

Seeing Amalia’s body change as she carried their child filled him with both wonder and worry.

She was always tired no matter how much she slept. Her newfound picky appetite drove her into constant annoyance, leaving her hungry AND nauseous. And as much as she wanted this child, it was clear she wanted to be done with pregnancy - constantly chiding the unborn kid for all the discomforts the little one caused her as she waddled around the flat in König’s borrowed larger clothes.

Finally, her always unspoken understanding of König’s periodic aloofness became a voiced concern.

Friendly but firmly she had insisted on therapy for them both.

Like a general she had marshalled him into a therapist’s office, leaving him with the choice of working on himself or continuing to run away until the kid would catch up.

With a defeated sigh, he had agreed.

His own father had been distant.

A presence in his childhood only there to silently take the seat at the dinner table, pay for expenses or put down a paternal hand on his shoulder for family portraits.

König knew very little about what it meant to be a good father, but it certainly wasn’t what his father had been to him. And his time as a soldier and later mercenary hadn’t helped either, giving him many memories and scars he doubted he would ever fully recover from. Therapy was long overdue anyway and better than him accidentally acting out against his child. Clearly not something fathers should do. That much he knew.

Something kicked him into his side.

König turned his head, checking if Amalia was awake.

She wasn’t.

Her face buried into his shoulder, motionless except for her deep steady breaths and her pupils twitching behind her closed eyelids.

But the baby moved - her belly turned sideways towards him and with the kid in it kicking him into his hip.

What a troublemaker already.

König smiled, imagining how the little kiddo dreamed like his mother - kicking, twitching, seeing a whole world behind their little eyelids.

Don’t worry little one, Papa ist da.

König moved his hand and placed it on Amalia’s stomach where the baby was kicking.

It gave one last push for good measure before calming down again.

Maybe putting down his hand were his child could feel it was a good start to be a father after all.

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I think könig would be a good dad, working on breaking intergenerational trauma and all that 😌

#könig #könig x oc #könig x amalia #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #dad könig #also i do hc könig as trans and will put this somewhere in the either fanatsy realm or amalia and könig had some means to have kids #don't wonder too much about the constellations here its their kid and they love it #könig modern warfare #könig x you #grimmwriting #könig x OC #könig x y/n

[stealingyourbones]

Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

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Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #bones replies #anon #genuinely dude your writing is fascinating! sorry it took me so long to get to your ask because this is INCREDIBLE

[strawberrysturniolo]

I saw someone posted scott their best friends dad walking in on them talking about them having sex so i thought i’d share my story.

Basically i had run away from my parents house and had gone to my best friends house. her parents were on vacation and so she decided to throw a house party (she has always been a wild child) and my ex was there and girl he was ass BUT HE WAS BIG AND REAL FUCKING GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE so we basically went off to fuck in her spare bedroom and she has found a guy who she was fucking in her room to.

then her parents came back. basically they arrived a week earlier than she thought they would be back and walked in on me getting my clint sucked with cum on my boobs and walked in on her riding this guy who’s name till this day she can’t remember 😭😭😭

her parents went crazy and i got kicked out and she wasn’t allowed anywhere besides school without her parents for a year. This all happened in august of 2022 and now she’s so dick deprived 😭

this is so funny

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Yo I know Whitebeard is the funniest man in your AU. In one of your posts you say hes like a big tattoo artist, imagine he has like tattoo shops EVERYWHERE (to make up for is crew in the actual one piece story). Almost everyone that hasn't got a tattoo there thinks its just like an undercover gang... Because they all are like "working" under Whitebeard💀 So now when Ace says "Yeah im currently working under Whitebeard" everyone is like; "So your in a gang?" and Ace is so confused.

(This is too long) -Kissy💞

That is a very fun thought to think about.

I know ace in response to that would be just “uhhh yah!” To scare whoever asked him ab it

White beard would absolutely be that bald guy covered top to bottom in elaborate and extravagant tattoos. Every one of them mean something profound to him, except for the one on his left elbow. That one is just there for shits and giggles.

I think ace met white beard in this au because one day when he was 16, he strolled right up to the store WB worked at and tried to get a tattoo on his arm. All of the employees refused to tattoo a literal child, but Ace caused such a commotion that WB (who was just chillin in the back) came out to see what the matter was.

He was met with the sight of Jozu holding ace up by his collar as if it was the scruff of his neck as he thrashed around in the air.

WB: “whats all the commotion about”

J: Pops, this kid wants to get a tattoo even though we’ve refused his service and now he’s getting all rowdy

[blah blah blah white beard / ace confrontation]

WB: why do you wanna get this tat so badly, kid?

[ace stops thrashing and sits criss cross apple sauce as hes hanging by his shirt]

A: My brother just got kicked out of his parent’s house. I want to get something that honors our brother-hood. So he knows that hes…[ace is very flustered at this point] loved, or whatever…

White beard winds up tattooing ace, himself. After a bit of a snappy start, Ace’s father-deprived brain goes 🥺an father figure…?🥺 and he starts hangin around with that gang for a while.

Eventually WB takes him under his wing as an apprentice,

Theyre all very happy

No one dies

😀👍

Thanks for the ask!

#ask reply #@vonisanicon #op modern au

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

bye-bye

pairing: Female Reader x Kim Namjoon word count: 3065 warnings: angst, post break up, fluff series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Why was he doing this? Why was he even here?

A couple of weeks had passed since he saw you at the park with a child in your arms while he stood there watching you walk away with the little girl in your arms waving at him.

That image kept flashing back in his mind…

If only he had reached for you instead of just standing there, losing you once again as his mind kept raising question after question at what he saw before walking back to the dorm, completely defeated.

Namjoon hadn't told any on the members about what happened, how could he when he himself was trying to make sense of it?

You had been apart for three years and, clearly, a lot changed since then:

Maybe you had moved on from him and found yourself someone new, a pang of jealousy filled his entire being at the thought of you with someone else, even if he had no right to feel that way - he was the one that ended everything and left you all alone to pick up the pieces of your heart while he had friends help him with his.

Maybe, in a way to forget about him, you had searched for someone to warm your bed for the night, not thinking of any repercussions but simply wanting to forget the sadness and pain he left you with.

Maybe… maybe the little girl you were carrying was his… and you never told him about it because, at the first sign of conflict that involved his career, he left you - both of you - out in the cold…

The thoughts he tried so hard to contain deep inside during those three years were attacking him with full-force, keeping him awake for hours.

Namjoon wanted answers, he would beg on his knees for them if he had to.

Which is why he found himself standing in front of the door to your apartment, sleep-deprived, and two drinks in, trying to gain courage to knock on the door.

He sighed, raising his right fist against the door, knocking on it a bit too forcefully, while the nails on his left one dug into his palm.

This was a terrible idea… What was he even supposed to say? He wouldn't blame you if you shut the door in his face after everything that happen. He didn't hear any shuffling from the other side… Maybe you weren't home? Maybe he could turn around and try to forget about this?

Before he had a chance of considering the second option the door opened and he was standing face to face with your shocked expression.

"Namjoon?" you said in a quiet voice, your hand tightly gripping the door at the sight of him, your knees weak. He had missed your voice, especially when you would say his name.

"Hey, sorry to bother you…" he wanted to hit himself for sounding so awkward. "But can I come in?"

"Why? Namjoon, what are you even doing here?"

"Please… we really need to talk." you stared at him for several seconds before sighing and stepping aside to let him in, closing the door once he entered.

He stood awkward by the entrance, not knowing what to do or say next as flashes of the last time the both of you were in this position kept circling in his mind.

You walked past him and into the living room, Namjoon following after you like a lost puppy - you held all the control in the situation, you could choose to not tell him anything and kick him out.

He sat in the three-seat sofa while you took a seat in the single one, in opposition to him trying to create some distance. He couldn't blame you…

Namjoon looked around the room, drumming his fingers against his thigh trying to figure out how to start the conversation. There was no evidence that a child had ever been in the room, in fact, it looked exactly has it had those years ago… minus the empty spaces where once existed framed pictures of you and him…

How did you manage to keep living in a house that held so many memories?

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"Uh n-no, thanks." he could actually go for something with alcohol right now. Maybe some liquid courage could actually get him to talk but he needed to keep his thoughts straight and not say anything that could backfire on him.

"Are you going to tell me what brings you here after all these years?"

He sighed, it was now or never. "A few days ago I was walking around a park and…" he swallowed the lump in his throat, his head hanging low, laying on his hands with his elbows leaning on his knees as he stared at the floor. "…And I saw you with a kid in your arms…"

You hugged your legs tightly to your chest, feeling the tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"…Is it mine?"

"…Yes…" you said in a quiet voice but it was loud enough in his ears. He felt as if his heart had been stabbed - he had a baby… a three-year-old baby girl, who didn't know he existed…

Namjoon took a deep breath, a sob escaping him, before asking the question he dreaded the most finding an answer to. "When did you found out?"

"The morning of the day we broke up…" his heart was breaking all over again, no longer able to contain the tears as they ran freely down his face. He could almost imagine it, you being excited about the good news only for him to show up and smash it into tiny pieces.

He truly was the God of Destruction… having destroyed the chance of having a family before his very eyes, without knowing and without much thought…

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wouldn't have made a difference…" you said with a dry laugh, making him stare at you for the first time since this topic arose. Your eyes red and swollen, refusing to leave a particular spot on the floor as you wiped the tears that kept on coming. He hated seeing you cry, especially when he was the cause. "You said it yourself: death threats, bodyguards, scared of being hurt…" you sighed, running one of your hands through your hair. "You said it wasn't the life for me and I didn't want that life for my baby."

It felt like a cruel joke on him. By doing what he thought was the best for you, he ended up losing something much more important.

Namjoon was at a loss for words, what could he even say? He had a question on his mind but it was probably the wrong thing to ask, but curiosity got the best of him.

"Please, don't take offense to this, but did it ever cross your mind to get…" he couldn't even finish his sentence, the word tasted like poison on his tongue, but he had to know if after he left you all alone with a child if you had ever considered alternatives.

"Yes… I-I think that was one of the first thoughts I had after you left…" you were biting your lip, going over the words that would make him feel less bad about the entire situation, still refusing to look at him. "I could never go through it and considered adoption, at the time, I couldn't-didn't want to live the rest of my life with a constant reminder of you." You sighed as fresh new tears began to run down your face, you didn't like to remind yourself of the horrible thoughts that were constantly running through your mind when you were pregnant. "But when I first got to hold her, I had a change of heart. I realized that I was just a scared and pathetic girl who wanted to throw away one of the best things that could've ever happen to her."

Namjoon wanted so much to pull you onto his lap and hold you close as you both cried to your heart's content, but he hold himself back - he doubted that you would want that either.

Both of you were nothing but victims of circumstances that neither could've predicted - but that didn't stop his mind from loudly blaming him for everything. If only he hadn't chosen his work over you; If only he had fought harder for you… If only he hadn't been such a coward all those years ago…

"I don't blame you for anything, I could've told you but never did because I knew how important your career was for you." you finally stared at him, your head leaning against the couch, both of you looked so broken. "I'm not gonna lie and say that these last three years were easy, they were probably one of the hardest things I ever did and keep doing, but I would do it all over again for her."

"I wished I could've helped-"

"Mommy?" a tiny sleepy voice coming from the door interrupted, making the both of you stare in its direction in a panic. There stood a little girl, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one hand while clutching tightly at a blue plushie with the other.

His little girl… If he was even allowed to say such a thing…

You were quick to wipe your tears before opening your arms to take the child that was now running towards you as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Safely in your arms, her head leaning on your shoulder as you slowly rocked her and hummed a random tune, trying to calm whatever was troubling her.

Namjoon simply stared at the two of you, wishing he could part of the image, wishing he was holding the both of you, wishing he could cradle her in his arms while you petted her head. Instead, he felt like a stranger who stumbled upon a family moment - he didn't belong there.

The little girl turned her face towards him and simply stared with glazed-over eyes. Namjoon felt tears stinging in his eyes - she looked so much like him, her tiny boopable nose; her lips; her eyes; even the shape of her head was all him.

She kept staring at him for what felt like hours until her eyes suddenly widen and she started to jump up and down in your lap, pointing the hand that wasn't holding her toy at him while whimpering at you.

"What's wrong sweetie?" you asked slightly concerned by your daughter sudden hyperactivity while trying, and failing, to keep her still.

The baby quickly got off of your lap and stood in front of him, going up and down on the tip of her toes and pointed at him again. "Park!" she said excitedly, squishing her plushie against her face, and smiling at him - even her smile was like his…

Your eyes darted from your baby to him, with an arched brow as you waited from him to explain. Being put on the spot filled Namjoon with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck and clearing his throat before answering. "The day I saw you, when you were leaving, she looked at me and waved." you nodded in understanding and leaned your head on the couch, your eyes on the little girl that couldn't keep her eyes off the strange man in your living room.

The three of you stood like that for a couple of minutes, nobody uttering a sound until your sigh broke the silence. "Baby, come to mommy for a second."

She immediately went to you and started to make grabby hands for you to pick her up, but you just held her hands, making the little girl pout.

"Do you see that man over there?" she faced him and quickly turned back to you nodding. "His name is Namjoon." you bit your lip as you wiped the new freshly formed tears, unsure how to continue as she stared at you with wide eyes, trying to correctly say his name. "And he… he's your daddy."

Daddy… That word felt foreign in his ears, it probably meant nothing to her. Where had he been the first years of her life to be anything other than a random stranger?

"And Namjoon… this is your daughter, Ayeong."

Daughter… Another foreign word… All those years he spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to forget you, there was a little girl, a part of himself not too far away at times, cuddle up in her mother's arms, probably wondering where her father was or if she even had one.

He felt tears run down his face as Ayeong stared blankly at him with her head tilted for a few seconds before exiting the room.

She hated him. She probably didn't want to see him.

He felt your hand on his, your thumb caressing his knuckles - there wasn't a need for words to be shared.

He missed this. He missed you.

Tiny footsteps were heard and not long after your daughter - he didn't feel comfortable calling her his - entered the room again, this time sucking on a sippy cup while dragging two new blue plushies that made Namjoon freeze in his seat.

They were Koya.

She gave one to you and the other to him before climbing on the three-seat sofa, using his leg to her advantage. Ayeong took a seat next to him and stared at him, sipping her drink.

"They're the ones you gave me when we were dating," you said, staring at the doll in your hands. "They're her favorites, especially when she's sad."

Before he had a chance to fully comprehend your words, the little girl stood up and took his face in her tiny hands, making him look at her, sippy cup forgotten somewhere.

As she touched every part of his face, he took a moment to truly appreciate how beautiful she was. There was a lot of himself but there was also a lot of you, anyone who looked at her would be able to tell who her parents were.

She was a mixture of both of you. She was perfect.

And if it wasn't for pure luck, Namjoon wouldn't have ever met her.

"Hi Ayeong." he said smiling, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hi." she said as her hands landed on his cheeks and she pulled them. Letting go, she giggled full-heartedly before doing it again while you tried to contain your laughter. Not even he could stop laughing.

When you left to bring snacks in the form of animal crackers, Ayeong took a seat on his lap and demanded that he feed her.

Which of course he did, sometimes tricking her by almost giving her the cracker before shoving it in his mouth, making the three-year-old furrow her brows and pout until you, who had taken a seat next to them, fed her one, making her happy and giddy and putting a smile on both parents faces at her adorableness.

This moment felt right. It felt as if it was meant to be.

Which is why, when he felt his phone vibrate the smile fell from his face and he was filled with dread. He didn't need to check it to know who it was.

He didn't want to go back to being RM, he wanted to be Namjoon and stay with his newly-found daughter, stay with you, just for a little longer before he went back to the busy life of being an idol, most likely not seeing you two until months later.

But nothing can never go his way, can it?

"I have to go." he said defeatedly, getting up from his seat and holding the little girl tightly in his arms, kissing the top of her head and passing her into your arms before exiting towards the door.

With his hand on the knob, he paused as he heard whimpering behind him. Turning around he saw the two of you had followed him, you slowly rocking the little girl who was crying and making grabby hands at him.

He was doing it again… putting his work first while leaving you with a child to take care of… He never learns from his mistakes, does he?

"It's okay baby," you said in a soothing voice, wiping away her tears and pulling her closer to you. "Daddy's busy but he'll come back and play with you."

You-You wanted him around? Or at least, around Ayeong… You were giving him a chance that he didn't deserve… and he couldn't be happier.

"Y-Yeah, I'll be back." Namjoon stepped away from the door and walked in hurried steps towards you, calming his daughter down by gently stroking her head. "And one day, Daddy will take you with him so the two of us can spend the entire day together."

"You promise?" she sniffled, her wide eyes shining bright at his promise.

"Of course baby." he smiled, kissing the top of her head again and that seemed to calm her down as she was giving him a tiny smile, her head leaning on your shoulder.

His phone kept ringing but he honestly couldn't care less. He wanted to stay right here with you and her for as long as he could.

You cleared your throat. "My number's still the same so, whenever you want to set the playdate…" you said staring at your feet. He nodded before doing what he had been dying to do since seeing you again.

Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you as close as he could without harming the little girl in your arms. "I missed you so much." Your eyes widen at his confession as you felt his lips pampering kisses on your forehead, fresh tears forming in your eyes. "These three years… you were constantly on my mind."

Your free arm gripped tightly onto his back, your head leaning on his shoulder. "I missed you too." You sobbed before pulling yourself together and stepping away from him. "Uh, you better get going before they send the police to find you."

Namjoon nodded, kissing his baby one final time before taking his leave. As he was closing the door Ayeong waved at him and uttered words that filled him with joy and hope for the future.

"Bye-bye daddy."

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon x reader

[the-irken-pony]

Do you have any Triple Treat and CopperRight headcanons?

Oooh, lemme think…

For Triple Threat (both the trio and the route oops):

Ellie eventually moved into Henry’s place upon finding out he had a more cleaned up place with more space, thanks to him selling the Tunisian Diamond. The most difficult part was figuring out a new place for Ellie to put all of her stolen valuables.

Henry’s house is the number one place for Charles to go for what little downtime he has. Henry and Ellie force encourage him to take some much-needed rest. This may or may not include burying him in a cuddle pile.

If you’re wondering, Ellie did get a pardon for her help with the rocket mission.

Because of his success with Henry and Ellie, Galeforce has been trying to pair Charles with more infamous criminals, hoping that the promise of a pardon in exchange for a favor combined with Charles’ charm will get them to stop their criminal lifestyles.

This unfortunately also has put them in conflict with the Wall, who has started disregarding people’s pardons or straight up arresting innocents more and more frequently.

No, Hubert has not stopped.

While Charles is still willing to work with these criminals, he doesn’t feel much of an attachment to them. To him, Henry and Ellie will always be his people.

And some Copperright:

Not to repeat myself ad nauseum but those two? ADHD/autism solidarity, no I don’t take criticism. Also t4t (RHM is a trans man and Reginald is genderfluid).

Between Terrence, T.R.N.K., and his parents (both of whom were previous leaders and thus got into all the related leader drama you’d expect), Reginald has. a LOT of trust issues and trauma. Having someone as loyal as his Right Hand Man with him helped him to start working on a lot of those trust issues. Though they had a rocky start because they both had issues to work out.

Reginald also has an issue with sleep deprivation, caused by a mix of night terrors, insomnia induced by said night terrors, and generally overworking himself. His Right Hand Man tries to help by making sure he goes to bed before midnight—and, occasionally, by “accidentally” falling asleep with his arms around Reginald, a method that becomes 3x more effective with cybernetics.

The Right Hand Man was raised in a fairly average nuclear family and got enough physical affection, up until he got kicked out and had to live on his own for a couple of years before joining the Toppats.

Reginald was mostly raised by the older Toppats, largely because his parents cared more about having a future leader to carry on their legacy than caring for a child. This meant that Reginald got real good at appealing to those older than him and talking about Toppat affairs from a young age, but his social skills in other circumstances were… not great.

As a result, the two of them are very cuddly with each other. RHM usually initiates first.

Reginald also noticed early on that RHM was super receptive to compliments and praise, so he took care to give them out plentifully.

Speaking of verbal affirmation: upon joining the Toppat Clan RHM quickly got a special interest in the clan’s history. Something he was very, very hesitant to share with just about anyone. Of course, Reginald eventually took notice. After a long time of getting to know each other (and lots of encouragement from Reginald), RHM eventually got to the point where he'll just start to infodump whenever he feels like it. He's still super shy about it with other people though.

Alright I think the list is already long enough,,

#reginald copperbottom #right hand man #copperright #charles calvin #polythreat #ellie rose #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #ask #hannahpony #mine #long post #headcanon #cold abuse #(?) #ask to tag

[whumpshaped]

Homewrecker 2

homewrecker masterlist

tw paranoia, manipulation, questioning own sanity (again), whumpee telling whumper to die, fear of being drugged, one (1) nsfw joke at the end

"You know-"

"Don't."

Rekker sighed, leaning back in their chair and crossing their arms, like they were some child. "You're absolutely no fun. You plan on spending an entire night awake, without talking to me at all?"

"You can go to sleep," Meredith said nonchalantly, never taking their eyes off of Sable's motionless body.

Rekker huffed, but didn't bother them for a while. They just sat there in complete silence, until…

Meredith shifted on the chair, pursing their lips and crossing their legs. Rekker immediately looked at them, raising an eyebrow.

"The house happens to have a bathroom. Last door down the hall, to your left," they supplied very helpfully. Meredith wanted to bash their head in.

"Thanks."

"You could... you know. Take advantage of that."

"Thanks."

Never had a pee break been so important in the entirety of history. Doubts and fears were rushing through Meredith's sleep deprived mind. What if Rekker did something while they were out of the room? What if Rekker locked them in the bathroom? What if this whole thing failed because they just couldn't hold it for ten more minutes?

Rekker sighed, even more exasperated this time. "Should I go with you? Would that make you feel better?"

"Nothing would make me feel worse, actually." They closed their eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of their defensively sarcastic tone to take on an earnest one. "Can we... can we talk seriously? For once?"

Meredith could see the valiant effort Rekker made not to comment on that in a snarky and teasing manner, and honestly, they appreciated that. "Yeah. Go on."

"The thought of leaving them alone with you for even a second is... unbelievably scary. Or the thought of turning my back to you."

"I told you, I'll come with-"

"At the same time," they went on, "what if they wake up in those two minutes? I don't want them to be alone. Or- well, maybe waking up alone would be better than seeing you, no offence. But like, what if they need help? What if they throw up? What if they have a seizure? Or whatever else. Clearly, you- you have some medical knowledge."

Rekker looked them straight in the eye, and Meredith finally felt like their vulnerability was paying off. They actually looked like they were taking them seriously, no mischief or smugness to their expression.

"I won't hurt them," they said softly. "Unless they start violently convulsing, I'll stay sitting here. In exchange, I assume I can count on you not looking for phones?"

Meredith slowly nodded. They still didn't move, but Rekker seemed to understand that they needed just a little more time. Just those extra two minutes spent waiting, because maybe, maybe, Sable would wake up, and then this whole conversation could've been forgotten. But Sable stayed unconscious, never batting an eye at the intimate conversation and sharing of trust between their best friend and former torturer.

"I won't be long," they said eventually, pushing themself up from the chair. They kept glancing back, already kicking themself for making what was potentially the biggest mistake of their life. Rekker didn't mock them for it. Maybe they weren't such a bag of dicks after all. Maybe they had... the capacity to be decent, at least.

As slow as they were to leave the kitchen area, they were positively flying down the hall towards the bathroom as soon as Sable was out of their sight. They almost slammed the door shut in their hurry, but then abruptly changed their mind. They left it open just a crack, so they'd be able to hear if there was a commotion. A voice. Anything.

Nothing happened. It was just as uneventful a pee as any other, with only their raging paranoia as the excitement factor. They rushed back to the kitchen to see both others in the exact same position as they'd left them, and they were beyond grateful that Rekker didn't shoot them a told-you-so look. Maybe they would've deserved it.

Were they overreacting?

They quickly dismissed that thought, reminding themself that the surprisingly considerate and tired-looking person in front of them was no lovable, harmless fool, but the very person who shot at them, not caring who they hit. In fact, they wished to cause as much damage as possible in order to prevent the rescue from succeeding, so they'd be able to keep tormenting Sable in the privacy of their home.

They weren't overreacting. If anything, their mushy, late-night thoughts of compassion and gratitude were an underreaction. They sat back down without a word, determined to keep their distance.

"You didn't close the door," Rekker began in a way that suggested it was about to end in yet another dumb joke. "Were you in that much of a hurry, or were you hoping I'd join you anyway?"

"Oh, fuck off and die," they spat, probably way more aggressively than they should've. They couldn't help it, they had managed to rile themself up in their own head before Rekker had even said anything.

Rekker themself seemed taken aback. Most likely, they weren't anticipating such venom from someone that had been pretty mild before. They opened their mouth, then closed it again without saying anything. "Bad joke," they muttered. "Sorry. Didn't mean to-"

"Just shut up. That's what I've been asking for this entire time. It would've solved 98 of our 99 issues, but no, you just have to keep pushing it until I snap and act like a horrible, angry monster. Which I'm justified in! Just so you know!"

Okay, maybe the defensiveness was getting out of hand. So much so that even Rekker picked up on it, because their expression went from that of a wounded fawn to that stupid, all-knowing, motherly softness.

"Don't say anything!" they warned, fully aware they must've looked crazy. "Don't. Don't say a fucking word to me. I'm justified in acting insane. I don't care. This is an insane situation, and whatever I do, I'm not being too over-the-top about it, because getting shot at, losing my best friend, almost losing them again, and sitting here with some kidnapper-murderer, is- is over-the-top. It is. So shut up. Don't fucking lecture me."

"I'm gonna make some tea," they stated, standing up from their chair. It wasn't a question – if it had been, Meredith would've accused them of being condescending, – and they were so shocked at that response that they couldn't even react before two florid mugs were already placed on the table.

"I don't- are you suggesting-"

"No. I'm making us both tea, because I want tea, and it'd be awfully rude not to make you some too."

"You're lying."

"Did you want me to say something else?" There was a clear challenge behind the question, and Meredith really wanted to take the bait. They just wanted to argue. Or at least they'd thought they did. But now that the invitation was out on the table, and the alternative was to sit back quietly and be served some amazing smelling tea, (was that apple and cinnamon? It smelled like Christmas...) they found themself more inclined to just believe the lies. They understood that it was a little white lie, so it was okay, right?

They averted their gaze, propping up their elbow on the kitchen table, and resting their cheek against their hand. "Say whatever you want."

Admittedly... it felt kind of nice to have someone take control like that, if only for a moment. To just exclaim that they were making tea for both of them. It wasn't like a cup of tea would fix everything, not even close. But after having spent months among people who were walking on eggshells around them, constantly asking questions, forcing them to make all the decisions, – 'Are you sure? Would that really be the best for you right now? Should we really do that?' – to have someone take charge like that was... refreshing.

And it wasn't the first time. Rekker had done the same thing outside, when they exclaimed that they needed to bring Sable into the house. They prevented a full-blown anxiety spiral with nothing but a few stern words.

The fact was, Rekker could've easily argued back, and given Meredith what they thought they wanted. Instead, they went and gave them what they really needed in that moment. A weight lifted from their shoulders. The weight of always, always managing their emotions alone, in less than ideal ways. The weight of making all the fucking decisions.

Rekker hummed, pleased with their reply. Pleased with themself, surely, for handling this all so expertly. Whatever. They could have their stupid moment. Not like Meredith cared. They were about to get free tea, so really, they were the winner here.

They watched over the preparations like a hawk, making sure there were no surprises in their cup. Rekker noticed it too, and huffed out a laugh.

"I trust that you won't hit me over the head with anything while my back is turned. You could really put some trust in me regarding the drug situation. Mutually assured destruction, remember?"

Meredith hadn't even thought of incapacitating Rekker, and they had to cover up their embarrassment with yet another glare. "Is it mutually assured, though? I want Sable alive, yes, but what if you actually don't? Just shut up and make the stupid tea, Alfred."

"A Batman reference?" Meredith shrugged. "Didn't peg you as the type."

"Maybe you should quit pegging, then, clearly you're not good at it."

As soon as the words left their mouth, Meredith realised their mistake. Rekker burst out laughing, not even attempting to conceal their amusement. "Maybe I should," they said with a grin. "I'm sure you know a lot about-"

"Tea! Tea! Just focus on the tea!"

Rekker saluted and turned back towards the kettle, still snickering. Meredith rubbed their entire face down with both hands, letting out a miserable chuckle, the sound of someone who was entirely exhausted and over it.

They just wanted their tea. They wanted nothing more than some quiet, can't-talk-because-I'm-sipping-on-my-tea time.

~

@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#whump #whump writing #paranoia #manipulation #threat of drugging #citrus scale #just for that joke #i will make a masterlist tomorrow someone remind me if i dont

[gloryride]

3. Virgile 7. Vanessa but also Enzo 20. Isao 14. Oscar 30. Mieko 17. Roxanne 23. Enzo 29. Aurore u wanted for all the babies :P

Ah ah you're crazy ! But let's do this !!!

[oc asks if you’re interested]

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

VIRGILE

Already answered here

But I just want to add to bunch of hack he uses (non exhaustive list) :

Red-Out (freezes the attacking netrunner for a while)

Opium (personal variant of Knockout, knocks out the opponent, making them faint)

Delirium (personal hack where the opponent has visual and/or auditory hallucinations, depending on their cyberware, causing them to lose control for a few moments)

Euthan (personal hack and variant of Cyberware Malfunction, where it can reroute and stop a vital implant. Can be lethal if misused) …

7. favourite animal? why?

VANESSA

She loves felines and finds them graceful. But above all, she adores panthers. She loves their grace, their suppleness, their speed, while remaining discreet. She has a preference for black panthers, which she finds majestic. Of course, she's never seen one in real life, only in videos. To compensate, she has cats!

ENZO

He had a fascination for geckos as a child. Especially when his brother told him that they were animals dating back millions of years, little Enzo loved playing with these miniature dinosaurs. Even today, he still gets a kick out of finding one in his tent or in the middle of the clan, and takes it in his hands to give it back its freedom away from humans.

But more simply, he loves dogs, just like his brother. He managed to persuade his mother to keep a baby coyote they found on their own, which they kept for a few years before regaining its freedom.

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

ISAO

He drives both a car and a bike. He brought back from Japan his Toyota Supra, which he bought for himself after a promotion, and which he uses most of the time. It's fast, it's easy to drive, he paid a fortune to take it with him but it's worth it. In Night City, he bought a beautiful Rayfield Aerondight which he uses more for events. He also kept his Kusanagi motorbike that he'd picked up from his infiltration of the Tyger Claws. Formerly red with stickers, it's now black and chrome. He's not a great car enthusiast or materialistic, but Isao likes the best for his personal comfort.

Oh, and they're all clean and well-maintained. Nobody smokes, eats or drinks (except for water, and that's still to come), and they're tidy. Isao is tidy everywhere.

are they any good with numbers?

OSCAR

Ah ah …. no! Oscar still has learning difficulties, despite the best efforts of his parents and then his aunt Brigitte. He can barely read, hardly write and can barely count. This is quite common in the Cyberpunk universe, especially in deprived areas like Pacifica. So Oscar knows how to count, basic addition and subtraction perhaps, but don't ask him to do more than that, it would be too complex for him. That's why he often uses the calculator on his phone, which he uses by voice, like all the other functions!

do they smell like anything notable?

MIEKO

She wears a subtle fragrance of orange blossom - ylang-ylang - sandalwood - mandarin. It's light, almost childlike, but also heady, lingering in the air without you really knowing where it comes from. A bit like her!

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

ROXANNE

Roxy lived in Ireland until she was a teenager, and has wonderful memories of her time there. Ireland is one of the few countries to have been largely unaffected by climate change and the social metamorphosis brought about by environmental protection laws. While during the year she lived in Dublin - one of the few modern cities where her parents worked as subordinate corpo - she spent all her summers near Galway where her grandparents had a house and land. She was able to run in the green grass, jump in the mud with her boots, and stroke farm animals. A surreal life for a girl growing up in the 2030s, but perfectly normal for an Irish girl. Otherwise, to keep her busy, she listened to music. She's always loved it, always with headphones on, listening to daddy's old rock and granny's new rock. Whether she was lying in bed, on the grass or dancing in her bedroom, music was part of her life!

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

ENZO

This question took me a while because I was looking for the right voice for Enzo … and I think I've found it (here) For me, Enzo has a deep voice, despite the Italian intonations, which is charming and pleasant to the ear. He speaks English very well, but his mother tongue is Italian, and he has an accent when he speaks, often rolling his R's, accentuating words when he shouldn't, and -th's are pronounced -f for him. And the angrier or more excited he is, the more noticeable the accent.

As far as singing goes, he's not bad. His voice is described as baritone, so it's quite deep, but he doesn't always hold the note. You'll hear him humming and singing just a few passages.

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

AURORE

I had originally associated her with fire, but I find that this element is more suited to Misty. In the end, I prefer earth for Aurore, which is about wisdom, abundance, connection with the world and life. In a city and a world where nature hardly exists, there's this need for connection. In symbolism, earth follows fire. It gives concrete form to the conquests of fire, making them durable and adaptable in terms of materials and shapes, and they complement each other. Like Aurore and Misty.

#oc asks #about : vanessa vergara #about : virgile sarto #about : enzo sarto #about : oscar mondesir #about : isao sugai #about : roxannes jones #about : aurore mondesir #about : mieko sugai #challenging to ask everything but yes ! #thanks for asking ♥

[phenomenal-lady]

SOME PPL DONT WANT CHILDREN.

Society looks down on women or call them selfish when they don’t want a child . Women have to go threw a lot .

1)! You hear the news , and you feel terrific. One or even or even two. Then you take multi-vitamins & iron that makes you constipated. (2) your hair grows your glowing and everyone compliments you. (3) then your belly gets bigger, can’t fit in those clothes. Your nauseous and vomiting. And you sense of smell is at its all time high. That beautiful figure we’ll, ???? Some ppl look at you in the early months don’t want to ask you if your pregnant or just gained weight, so they say nothing.(4) now you over the the 3 month mark. Your feeling wonderful, till you get sick . Your dr. Tells you we can’t give you anything because of the baby. (4) four months you go to the maternity floor to makes sure the baby is ok before you. (5) your belly’s getting bigger, people say “don’t scratch “ you will get stretch marks. Your invited to a party, can’t drink cause you want to be a good mother. Every is making a fuss over your pregnancy. But what happened to mom?? (6) if your working and or have a family . Your day hasn’t ended Go home cook, clean, feed the kids, help with homework or projects etc. hopefully the father will help. (7) 6 or 7 months. Your tired. It’s a wonderful bond between you and baby, cause they are moving around in the middle of the night, especially on your bladder. (8) well the good things are you can indulge in you cravings. People making a fuss. That feels good. Now at the doctors, you get weighed in. You and baby are great…(9) 8 months same routine , baby really moving. Your back hurts, your legs are swelling…. Oh and all through the months you don’t deprive your husband of sex.. you still have that glow. Gorgeous hair. Your thrown a baby shower. Everything is for the baby. Did anyone get a present for you NO. Every one is giving you labor stories etc. (11) your 9 months now. You can barely move. It wants to be up and moving and your trying to sleep. The baby is kicking you in your back. (12) labor time, a couple of times in the er with false labor, but this is the day. Hurts like hell. You have the option go natural of a needle in your spine so the labor isn’t so bad.. now you can’t get out the bed. (13) time to push, everyone says breath through the pain. Hopefully it will be a health birth, the baby turned the right way. Or you get a c-section.. the baby comes out and attached to your breast. Beautiful thing. Now your nipples are sore.(14) every one comes to the house to see the baby, mom get ignored. A couple of month go by, now you eating and people stare, it’s not called baby fat anymore ( just Fat), that glow is gone, your exausted with late night feeding. Bags under your eyes and your hair falls out. (15) a trans gender gets insurance to pay for their change.

WHY CANT US WOMEN GET A MOMMY MAKE OVER. We deserve it.

So I respect any woman whom feels pregnancy is not for them😂🤗

#feelingsoftheday #poets on tumblr #poems and quotes #thepersonalquotes #spilled ink #writers #thepersonalwords #inspiration #big heart

[dykeomania]

some things about this college hockey blahblahblab!au that i just personally like because it's actually super nice to write it idk i love this little world i've created i've deadass been thinking about this in flickers since like, last year. don't come for me my perception of college is skewed i go to a liberal arts college anyways

cat is a visual arts major, and is the first person that ellie hooked up with once she got into college. she's an only child and lowkey she would've went to art school or just not go to school at all and start tattooing or something, but college was honestly cheaper than art school and her parents are chill about a lot of things but her dad is some finance dude that actually allows her mom to be an artist so if she didn't go to college she was Lowkey going to get kicked out of the house (that's a dramatization but she literally wouldn't hear the end of it). Anyways. they went to the same prep school and played on the same hockey team, but didn't start to get close until around freshman year of college. this is around the time where cat had started to settle into her own skin a little more and ellie was kind of refinding her footing due to. Events.

ellie broke up with riley at the end of her senior(~) year, because Events and she had a moment and cut her hair to shoulder length because someone on tiktok told her to. it happened over a phone call. riley sounded civil, but ellie could tell things changed from the moment that they were flying back home from vancouver (for a hockey tournament) and riley didn't sit next to her, or even look at her. they're cool, ellie guesses. riley also plays on the same team as ellie. (riley is an anthro/philosophy or gov/philosophy double major (but she probably takes a lot of psych classes) (that's awkward so does ellie) and she makes fun of ellie for saying she's from boston. riley is actually from boston. ellie is a j-o-b (just outside of boston).

ellie's entire friend group from prep school made a pact to commit to the same college and it's extremely messy and extremely rewarding

ellie's technically adopted. she, joel, tommy, and maria all live together in the same house. everyone works. it's consistent, and hectic, and fights over money and petty shit are pretty frequent. ellie had to fight for it, but they've invested a lot of time and money into ellie's athletic passions. joel is begrudged and honestly is a shitty father figure to ellie. their relationship is like only able to be somewhat tied together through hockey. and the rest i can't tell you

ellie deadass needs to go to therapy. and it Shows.

she also has issues with intimacy. and it Shows.

she's also aaaaa.... im not sure what her major is, honestly. she might like humanities + stem double major. i wanna say she majors / minors in physics and astronomy because she thinks its cool but at the same time she probably like doesn't really fuck with the math at all (and it's not like she can't do it, she's one of those assholes that just writes shit down and somehow is able to reason her way to the right answer, but like shes usually hungover / sleep deprived but she's disciplined so she just half-asses shit instead of not doing it at all). but i feel like she definitely takes a lot of anthro or history courses and maybe that could be, like. her minor. double major. something. Or Honestly, Honestly. Honestly. maybe psych. she does take a lot of psych classes regardless though but then probably stops showing up for them when they hit too close to home Lol

ellie lowkey started her beef with abby because she was just one of those people who she just decided she hated (for a variety of reasons and all of the reasons were projections of her own personal problems. abby's life is ssoooo perfect cause her dads a dooooctor and her moms a zoooologist and they live in a gaaateeddd commuuuniityyyyy and she has expensive skaaaatteeessss and the best stiiiiiickkk and gets eveything she waaaants and ellie can't talk to her dad anymore and her mom is dead and she grew up where theres like heroin needles scattered on the ground and wore the same pair of shoes throughout her entire high school career because she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything else).....

it just solidified it when abby did one petty thing some day on like a wednesday or made some snide comment during a practice, so then ellie's friend group started talking shit about abby's friend group, and so abby's friend group started talking shit about ellie's friend group. their respective like groups of people kinda sorta let it go after a while .... but the two in the center are Still standing. ellie Fucking Hates abby. and Abby fucking Hates Ellie. for deadass no reason

anyways i'll tell you about abby another time im still figuring out what to do w her but there's. gesticulates w my apple pencil. History. there. (not Fucking history but.)

and you're there too, i guess (we'll get to you later)

and the rest i'll withhold because it's probably not much but. shrugs. just some basic things that are playing into this story that i like. my Silly Little World. my Silly Little Messy Hockey Women.

#nods #it's a lot of fun to write because i really like bringing to life different characters in different contexts that is like #that is my favorite thing to do in this hobby #it's really fun to imagine them in like my world you know what i mean #and then you get to play with the dynamics and stuff and make things spicier make them all make sense #its fun when you're planning it out #it is hell to properly execute #mia what are you talking about

[the-empress-7]

EXCLUSIVE: King Charles will offer Prince Harry and Meghan a Buckingham Palace apartment when they visit UK in olive branch after kicking them out of Frogmore Cottage

By Kate Mansey and Charlotte Griffiths

King Charles is set to offer Harry and Meghan an olive branch by allowing them to stay at Buckingham Palace when they visit Britain in the future, The Mail on Sunday can reveal.

The Duke and Duchess of Sussex are due to give up the keys to their previous British home, Frogmore Cottage in Windsor, later this year. But they may be offered Prince Andrew's old suite in the Palace – where he once entertained the model Caprice and disgraced socialite Ghisaline Maxwell – whenever they need it.

It is the latest move in the complex merry-go-round of royal properties set in motion by the King's plans to streamline the monarchy and remove perks from non-working Royals.

It is understood Charles has offered Frogmore to Prince Andrew, who is reluctantly set to leave the 30-room Royal Lodge mansion in Windsor where he has lived for more than 20 years.

Discussions are under way as to whether Prince William and his family might move into Royal Lodge – which is understood to require extensive renovations – once Andrew and his ex-wife Sarah, Duchess of York leave.

The Prince and Princess of Wales and their three children are currently living in the much smaller Adelaide Cottage in Windsor which is deemed 'unsuitable' long term despite the family being 'very happy' there.

A source said Adelaide Cottage may be offered to Andrew's youngest daughter, Eugenie, who is pregnant with her second child, who was previously renting Frogmore from her cousin Harry.

For years Andrew enjoyed the use of a suite at Buckingham Palace known as the Chamber Floor.

But he lost his London bolthole after he was stripped of his military roles and royal patronages over his links to the disgraced child sex trafficker and paedophile Jeffrey Epstein. Andrew agreed a huge payout to settle a US lawsuit brought against him by Epstein victim Virginia Giuffre, but he continues to vehemently denies any crime or misconduct.

The Duke of York's belongings have been moved out of Buckingham Palace, including his collection of teddy bears and soft toys, which Palace staff had to arrange precisely on his bed each day.

Removal vans have also been spotted on the Windsor Estate.

Harry and Meghan – who now live in a nine-bedroom £12 million house in Montecito, California, after quitting the Royal Family three years ago – have been told they have until the autumn to move any belongings out of Frogmore Cottage.

Last night, Palace sources said that the couple will still be invited to the King's Coronation in May despite Harry's outspoken criticism of his family in his memoir Spare.

Sources close to the King and the Queen Consort say the couple were 'furious' and 'wearied' by bombshell revelations in Prince Harry's book, in which he described his stepmother as 'dangerous' and claimed his brother William once pushed him to the ground in a furious rage.

Harry has demanded an apology from his family in TV interviews but is not thought to have spoken to his father or brother since the book was published in January.

A source said: 'His Majesty is furious, as is William. But the King is not a bad man. He has no wish to see his brother Andrew homeless or penniless. Nor does he wish to deprive the Sussexes of a base in the UK.

'London is a better fit. The Sussexes have always wanted rooms at Buckingham Palace. They could have Andrew's old rooms there, which are currently being vacated.'

Other options under consideration are that the couple could stay at St James's Palace when required, or even Princess Diana's former home – the grand Apartment 1 at Kensington Palace – which lies empty and is currently being renovated.

According to sources in Windsor, Andrew has accepted he will not get to keep Royal Lodge – where he has lived for 20 years.

He is said to have had plenty of time to prepare for news having first been made aware of plan when his mother the Queen was alive.

A source said: 'Royal Lodge is far too grand and much too big for Prince Andrew's current status. Plus it is geared towards children, with its Wendy house and pool, so of course it has long been the natural choice for Prince William.

'Adelaide Cottage is too small for a future King and Queen in the long term. There isn't enough room for all the security they and their children will need in the years ahead, which is why Royal Lodge was being openly discussed as far back as January. It has been an idea on the agenda for much longer than that, since the Queen was alive.'

Another source said that Frogmore Cottage has been offered to Andrew on a 'take-it-or-leave-it' basis, adding: 'Andrew can have Frogmore Cottage or nothing. But at least Adelaide could eventually end up in the hands of one of his daughters.'

Princess Beatrice bought a £3.5 million Cotswolds farmhouse near Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire in 2021, which has undergone extensive renovations overseen by her property developer husband Edo Mapelli-Mozzi.

However Eugenie is yet to own a property, and until a recent move to Portugal was renting Frogmore Cottage from Harry. Expectant Eugenie, her husband Jack and their two-year-old son August, are eventually expected to return from Portugal to live in the UK.

Another source added: 'If Adelaide Cottage goes to one of the girls, it will more likely be Eugenie, not Beatrice, who ends up there.'

Yeah, I am not buying anything in this article. It's all speculative and a lot of the assumption are incorrect.

[crookedherringcolorclod]

Mukami Brothers: Today on, who’s most likely going to die by their kids’/ kid’s hands for being awful fathers!!

TW: Mentions of murder, emotional abuse, manipulation, and patricide on Ruki’s only. (Surprised? Me too)

Ruki

•The kids would be so done with Ruki.

•They have been deprived of a normal childhood where they can make friends. Stuck in an ironically stuffy but big mansion.

•Nobody even likes them. No friends, no companions, na da.

•They want control because they never felt like they had control over anything throughout their lives. Everything has been dictated by Ruki to the very T.

•It’s not like they can report to child service. How on earth are they going to explain their situation? (I mean they can, but they don’t know that. Then there is another factor like the fact they’re inhuman...)

•They could but they’ve been isolated for so long that murder seems like a good option. Or the ONLY option.

•Or they decided to take a pacifist route where they gather their things and run away as far as possible, hoping their father won’t find them.

•Well, not without wrecking stuff to spite Ruki. No way in hell will the kid leave that quietly.

•I mean, they might still kill him so he’s out of their lives forever.

Kou

•Well with Kou, the child might not even want to kill him.

•Nah, they want to be far away from him.

•They’re gonna be used to the thought of Kou never coming home.

•Living independently will be a breeze.

•The only way the kid is going to kill Kou is not giving him money, whether he got bankrupt, got canceled, got into a scandal, or spent his savings on useless shit.

•That is if Kou can even find them after they ran away.

Azusa

•I mean, do you really think the child would like to kill him?

•He likes pain, no method of murder is exactly painless ya know?

•Sure, you don’t like Azusa, but you most likely don’t like to see blood even more. Or see Azusa enjoying it.

•That would totally be more PTSD for you, mate, it costs a lot to even go to therapy.

•There may be another factor to it, the child may still care for Azusa and vice versa. (?)

•It might be too complicated for the child to even do something other than leaving the house.

•Yeah, I think it’s better if both parties went on separate ways. Nothing to fix and nothing to destroy.

•The child will never need to know about what happened to Azusa after they left, and that’s ok.

Yuma

•… Have you looked at this man?

•He’s 6 feet and 2 inches and 70 kilograms, he may be an impure vampire, but those arms don’t lie.

•The kid has a better chance of fighting a bear or a coyote than Yuma.

•The child’s best bet is to run away. Heck, maybe Yuma might kick them out when he deemed that they’re old enough.

•So, either way, you get to get out. Yay(?)

 Author’s note: Well, who would have thought that the last three would stay alive despite the shit they put their kids through? I didn’t.

#dialovers #Diabolik Lovers #Ruki Mukami #Mukami Ruki #kou mukami #mukami kou #Yuma Mukami #mukami yuma #Azusa Mukami #mukami azusa #Mukami brothers #tw