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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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I’m just tired || Tom holland

Paring: Dad!Tom

Warnings: Tired reader, Angst kinda

Summary: You and Tom have a daughter who is 2 years old. Tom has been away filming and at night you have been getting no sleep, due to your daughter going sleep too late. One day Harry comes over, to see you looking very tired. He offers to help, however you say that your fine. The story carries on from there ;)

(I know it’s kinda like my ‘I’m sorry mummy’ one but people really liked it so here’s another)

Tom and I have a daughter who is now 2 years old turning 3 soon. Her name is Scarlett and she can be a very adorable, nice girl at some times. However she can have her days where she wants to throw tantrums everywhere and scream and cry all the time. It can be very stressful at times because Tom isn't always here. I know he can't help it due to filming, but I miss him a lot. I don't tell him how stressed and tired i've been lately as he's busy filming in America.

Yeah I know I should ask for help from his parents or brothers, however I wanna try be a good mum to Scarlett and try do it on my own. My best friend, Y/B/F/N, even told me that I need a break and I should ask for help, but I simply can't.

Lately Scarlett has been going bed so late around 1-3am. Her bed time routine has been so bad, so i've been up so late recently. Normally she has a good routine but whenever Tom goes she just messes around as I am what they call the 'soft parent'. I try be the mean one but I feel too bad when I try tell her off.

"Scarlett you need to go sleep, your uncle Harry is coming over tomorrow" I lay her back down. The time was currently 2:45am and she just wasn't going sleep.

"No. I want the phone" She huffs.

"You can watch something on my phone tomorrow-we'll today when you wake up" I place her back in her small bed.

"NOOOO" She runs out the room, so I chase after her. "I DONT WANNA GO BED" She screams and cries throwing some of her toys.

"Stop please bubs. Just go sleep" I was absolutely exhausted at this point. I only had 2 hours sleep last night and I know tonight will be the same.

(Btw she's still young so her words won't be clear so that's why they look like they are spelt wrong)

"Daddy would lwt me stay awke" she stood up crossing her arms.

"No he wouldn't"

"Yes daddy would!" she stomps her foot.

I lost it at this point, "WELL YOUR DADDY ISN'T HERE, I AM! SO YOU DO AS YOUR MUM SAYS AND GO TO BED!!" I shouted, then she runs up the stairs crying. Honestly after I said that I felt bad so so bad. This is why I am the soft parent because I never shout at her but she always listen to Tom. It's like she hates me and me only.

Walking up the stairs, I open her room door to see her crying under her covers. Slowly going over to her, I try pull the covers but she holds them tight. "I'm so sorry princess" I whisper.

"Go away pwease" her little voice choked.

"okay. Goodnight" I whisper walking out the room, crying on the way to mine and Toms shared one.

That night I cried all night long, I must've only got like 1 hour sleep. I woke up early in the morning as well , around 7am. The house needed to be cleaned and I had a lot of things to do. Harry was coming over at 1pm.

"Scarlett come down here, your uncle Harry will be here any minute now" I tiredly shout from the living room. Then I heard loud footsteps running down the stairs. Scarlett still hasn't spoken to me since last night but I understand.

About 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door, so I stood up opening it. Harry stood there with a big smile on his face.

"Hi y/n- oh wow are you okay?" His smile fades as he looks at my face.

"Yeah I'm fine" I shut the door behind him, giving him a side hug.

"You sure? You have big bags under your eyes. Are you even sleeping?" He takes his shoes off.

"Yes just had a rough night that's all" I lied sitting back down on the sofa.

"Uncle Harry!" Scarlett yelled jumping into Harry's arms.

"Heyy Scarlett! wow your getting bigger" He holds her on his hip. I can't lie I was trying so bad not to fall asleep. My arm was on the side with my cheek resting in my palm of my hand.

"Y/N you look really tired. I can take scarlett for a bit. Let you get some r-"

I cut him off, "No it's fine. I'm okay. Anyways how's everyone?...."

A couple hours has past, Harry already left. We just talked about random things and he played with Scarlett. He did keep offering to help, however I denied it. I needed to be independent and do this on my own.

Walking into Scarlett room I smile saying, "Bath time"

"I dwnt want a bawth" She says still playing with her toys.

"Come on smelly. You can bring some of your toys with you" I smile picking her up.

"I wanna play stop!" she starts kicking.

"Scarlett, what's up with this behaviour. Your normally a good girl" It was true, normally she's really good but recently she's been so bad. Maybe it was because she misses her dad, I wasn't sure.

She grabs the bathroom door, I shout "Let go!" I lock the bathroom door after so she couldn't get out.

"AHHHHHH" she screams laying on the floor.

After what felt like hours, she finally went into the bath. It must've been around 9p.m when she got out. She even started a fight when getting out the bath because she didn't want to brush her teeth. Scarlett was now laying on my bed crying with her head in the pillow.

That was until my phone rang and the picture with the contact of 'Tom❤️' came up. He normally FaceTimes whenever he can, even though it's hard with the timings.

"oh look daddy's calling" that's when her head shot up, wiping her tears she grabs my phone answering it.

"Hi ba-oh hey princess" he smiles into the phone. I could just about see him, looking cute as ever. It still hurt. I really miss him and I need him :(

"hi daddy" she smiles whilst sniffing. It makes me sad to know that she's so happy when she speaks to her dad and not me. I wouldn't say Im jealous, well I kinda am. But the feeling of your daughter hating you......makes you feeling like shit.

"What's the matter bubs?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Nwthing. Just hwr" Scarlett showed the camera quickly to me then back to herself.

Wow she just called me 'her'. I thought wiping a tear that fell, making sure they don't see.

"Scarlett she's your mummy, don't say 'her'-"

"Well shwe been mean. She keeps shouting at mw and she's being not fair!" she whines to him.

"Pass the phone to mummy please bubs" He says and she listens. See what I mean she listens to him but not me.

What am I doing so wrong?

I pick up the phone showing my face with a fake smile. "Hi darling" he smiles.

"Hi Tommy, how's filming?" I ask.

"Good, good. How's everything at home?"

"Everything's great." I lied again and Scarlett just glares at me.

"You sure? Harry called me today saying you looked tired. Which I can see by the bags under your eyes"

"Well Harry was wrong. I'm fine, I just had a rough night"

"Daddy when are you coming home?" Scarlett takes the phone with tears falling down her face.

"very soon scar don't cry though bubs" he says.

"Okay daddy"

"Well be good for mummy yeah?"

"Yeah. Goodnightw daddy" She smiles.

"Goodnight princess" He blows a kiss into the phone, then waiting for the phone to be passed back to me but I pressed to end the call. I know I should've spoken to him, told him that i'm tired and I need help. But Tom would probably try give me a lecture of how I should go to his families house.

Tom then sent a message:

Tom❤️- I thought we were gonna talk. You okay, love? xxx

Y/N - yeah just tired

Tom❤️- Oh okay. We'll get some sleep I love you Goodnight xxx

Y/N- Night love you xx

Little did you know Tom was on his way back. He would probably arrive around 2am-3 but he was coming back to surprise you and Scarlett.

…………………………………….

Yep, for the fourth night in a row Scarlett doesn't want to go sleep. I've been placing her in her bed, I've tried laying with her, however she just won't go sleep without putting up a fight.

"Do you want me to read a book?" I hold a book in my hands showing her it.

She slaps it out of my hands so it hits my face, "No! I'm not twired" She gets up from her bed.

Grabbing her arm softly, I pull her back down on the bed. "Your staying here until you fall asleep"

"No! No,NOOOO!" she runs down the stairs into the front room. This time I chased after her full of anger as I was tired.

"SCARLETT NO TV BED NOW" Grabbing the controller out of her hands.

"IM NOT TIRED!" She screams and cries.

"I DONT CARE. ITS 3 IN THE F-IN THE MORNING. IM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS BEHAVIOUR. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOOD NICE GIRL! IM TIRED AND ALL IM ASKING IS FOR YOU TO GO SLEEP. YOU LISTEN TO YOUR DAD WHY NOT ME" Tears started falling down my face.

"YOUR THE WORSTW MUMMY EWVER THATS WHY!" she throws one of her toys at the wall.

wow. That hurts.

Before I could say anything else back, the door opened and shut. There stood Tom, with his suitcase and a worried expression. His hair was messy, with a curl falling down his face and after 3months of not seeing him he felt like a ghost. You hadn't seen him in ages.

"hey, hey why's my two favourite girls fighting for at this time" he throws his bag on the floor, then flinging his shoes off.

"D-daddy" Scarlett cried running into her dads arms. Him crouching down and picking her up.

"I'm here bubs. Ahh you got so much bigger since I last saw you. Now why you both shouting" He puts her down, looking at me. I was still crying, tears freely falling down my cheeks.

"I hate mummy!" Scarlett quickly says, causing my heart to break. Tom gave me a sympathetic look before turning to our daughter.

"Scarlett you don't mean that-"

"It's fine. Honestly. I do try Scar. But don't worry your dad is here. So he can put you to bed" I fake smile walking away.

"Darling-" Tom tried to call for me but I had already got into the bedroom slamming the door behind me.

Toms POV

"YOUR THE WORSTW MUMMY EWVER THATS WHY!" I heard Scarlett cry before I entered the house.

As I opened the door, it went silent. There stood my two girls, both crying and angry. Scarlett was sitting on the floor, whilst y/n was standing a bit away from her.

"hey, hey why's my two favourite girls fighting for at this time" I throw my bag on the floor, then fling my shoes off.

"D-daddy" Scarlett cried running into my arms. I then crouch down and pick her up.

"I'm here bubs. Ahh you got so much bigger since I last saw you. Now why you both shouting" I put her down, looking at y/n. Tears were streaming down her face, with bags under her eyes. She looked exhausted but still so beautiful.

"I hate mummy!" Scarlett quickly say, I gave y/n a sympathetic look before turning to our daughter. I knew y/n must feel heart broke right now and upset.

"Scarlett you don't mean that-" I go to say but get cut off by y/n. "It's fine. Honestly. I do try Scar. But don't worry your dad is here. So he can put you to bed" she fakes smiles walking away.

"Darling-" I tried to call for me but she had already got into the bedroom slamming the door behind her.

"Scarlett you don't say them things. Mummy is probably really upset now. You don't hate mummy do you really?" I kneel down to her holding her tiny hands.

"No. But she was being mean" she cries.

"Mummy is tired. She normally lets you off when you do naughty things, you have to learn sometimes. It's nearly 4am and you should be in bed. You have to listen to mummy when she tells you things okay?" I moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Okay" she smiles.

"Come on let's get you to bed" I pick her up.

Y/N POV

Ive been laying in my bed for a few minutes now and as I was about to fall asleep I heard the bedroom door open and close shut. My back was turned towards it but I knew it was Tom.

I heard the draws open, which meant that he was getting changed most likely in joggers. He doesn't wear a shirt to bed anyways so that's all he would else wear. The bed then dipped behind me and the covers were pulled up over us. His arm went around my waist pulling me closer to his body. Then his face was snuggled in the back of my neck.

"Darling" he whispered, kissing the back of my neck.

"mhm" is all I said back.

"she's asleep now" he says, I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, which gave me shivers down my spine.

"Well done" I sniffle. I know it was kinda rude but when I'm really tired I can get like that.

It was silent for a few minutes until he broke it by saying "sorry"

This made me turn around to face him, "It's not your fault Tommy. I should be saying sorry to you. I didn't tell you that she was being like this, she must just miss you. Ever since you left she acted like a brat some days. These past 4 days she's been going bed around this time and i've gotten no sleep at all" I cry.

"Shhh. Come here" He pulls me into his chest.

"I'm just tired" I whispered.

"I know, I know. We will talk about this in the morning okay? Right now you need sleep and so do I. Tomorrow we can go on a date, i'll drop Scarlett off to my mums and we can do something fun whatever you want" he kisses my forehead.

"Thanks babe" I kiss him softly on his lips.

And what he said we did, we went on a cute little date and chilled in watching movies. The next day we picked up Scarlett, she did apologise realising that what she did was wrong. Then we all went to get some ice cream together, as one happy family.

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androids-insides · 3 months

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ORIGINAL CHARACTER TIME!!!

v v More info on them down here v v

Favourite Character to Draw:

Arratniel

He’s this sort of alien from a different dimension who “governs” a town. He acts like the only normal one there, but he’s just as weird as everyone else. He’s just super pointy and fun to draw! I love drawing sharp characters. A nice balance of solid shapes, and fine detail.

Latest Character of Mine:

WICKEt The Wizard!!!

(Yes, his name is spelt correctly) Technically, he’s a DnD character, but he’s really fun to draw. Just a little goober who is entirely convinced that he is a very powerful wizard, and that he has killed every wizard in existence, but he is very wrong. He is also semi-illiterate, and therefore has learned the only four spells he knows, very incorrectly. He’s awful and I love him.

First Character I Made:

Mason

She is a Silent Protagonist from a story called MasonMaggedon. She talks eventually, but not until over half way through. She’s one of four roommates, the most responsible one, and is severely traumatised! I redesign her and her roommates every time I get a new sketchbook, but I ought to write for them again. Lots of secrets in her story, per all my stories, I suppose.

Hardest to Draw:

12 0 |] 11 3 \’

He’s a sort of robot who miraculously powers back on after an accident at this science facility. It’s slowly being reclaimed by nature, and is falling to pieces. He goes around, carrying a computer he found plugged into his neck that he believes is important to keeping him functioning, trying to remember who he is and what happened. I planned for this to be a plat-former game, actually. That, or a mix of a bunch of different game styles. Just had a cool brainwave where he is in the same universe as that weird non-Newtonian zombie I made, so I guess it’s cannon for now. He’s fairly simple to draw (and one of the characters I’m scared of showcasing), it’s just all the little robot parts that are hard to keep track of. So. Many. Moving. Parts.

Easiest to Draw:

Alias

He doesn’t really have a story, per se, but he’s fun to draw. He’s a little 2D shape, and he’s got anxiety. There is a 3D version of him, but it looks a lot like how I draw myself, so I’m trying to workshop it. He’s all fragmented and such, and he’s super easy to draw, solely because he’s always changing shape. I can do whatever the hell I want with his character design, because thats’s part of his design! I’m so cheeky :]

The Artist:

Android’s_Insides

That is exactly what I look like. I’ve been trying to draw myself with more of the outfits I actually wear, just for some variation, but I definitely have my favourites. Hopefully, I can break out of the habit of creating characters that look like me.

#android’s art #android’s insides #androids insides #Arratniel #WICKEt the Wizard!!!#Mason MasonMaggedon #120|]113\’#Alias Android’s Insides

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dearest-painter · 4 months

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Have you ever heard or know of Eldritch horror or cosmic horror?

If yes, how about a Youth!Reader (9 or 10) with a Cosmic horror Pet?

Like cat or bunny(i love bunny, especially horror ones) but just have this form to being around or protect youth!Reader.

I wanna see spiderpeople reactions when they found out, being in a figth or not.

If not, just ignore this ask

Don't forget to drink water and rest Please!

Sea Creature- Anon

I have and I fucking love this. I’ll be doing the spider teens

HOBIE(forgive me if I miswrite him, I’m trying not to)

- He finds it very cool but also worried because you are like, 9 or 10 yet here you are fighting people with a cosmic horror cat

- I totally feel like he and that cat become best of friends. When the cat can’t protect you or be near you, he’ll take over

- Definitely the chill older brother who will lie if you ever ask if your cat ate someone..because it did..since both he and that cat hated the person since they bullied you

MILES & GWEN (Their a pair)

- Gwen is so worried because she doesn’t want you to be hurt, even if the cat loves you she’s still worried for you.

- Miles is very confused on how you got the cat but after his confusion he’s immediately worried. Because that means you can be in danger and so will others

- Gwen definitely pet sits your cat the most just so she can make sure you aren’t being hurt, her and the cat have a very IFFY relationship

- Miles is hella scared the cat, rightfully so as he knows if he pisses the cat a bit to much it’ll eat him. Him and the cat have a neutral relationship with respect going both ways

PAVIRT

-He LOVES that cat so fucking much! He does not care it’s a cosmic horror cat, HE LOVES IT! He’s also very PROTECTIVE of you

-You bet Gayatri (please tell me if I spelt her name wrong) is also protective of you, she just doesn’t know about the fact you have a cosmic horror cat

-People probably think he’s your older brother since your very younger than him and he acts like a very friendly big brother but he is willing to beat someone for you

-He and the cat get along AMAZINGLY! He loves the cat and the cat loves him, you three are probably the closest thing to a family in this one

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman across the spiderverse #sea creature Anon

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offtorivendell · 1 year

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Silverbows and Moonbeams

A crack theory about Rhys' surname. 🏹🌙

Please don't share or screenshot this post without credit.

Disclaimer: the following is a theory only, about how to possibly combine TOG and CC information into ACOTAR's lore to solve the riddle of Rhys' ridiculous family name. I could very easily be wrong, in which case we can all have a good laugh later on. Let me know your thoughts!

Spoilers: the ACOTAR, CC and TOG series to date (January 2023).

After the Feysand bonus chapter for ACOSF was released, we were given a hint at Rhys' possible family name:

"I'd never name him anything ridiculous." "I don't believe you." I tapped his nose. "Your family name." "Let's not talk about my family name," he said, nipping at my fingertips. I laughed. "Fine." - ACOSF, Feyre's bonus chapter

Apparently it's "ridiculous," whatever that means.

Galathynius, Havilliard & Moonbeam

Even before CC HOSAB and it's intense ending was published, people were discussing the possibility of Rhys' family being connected to fae/people in Erilea, both due to his similar appearance to Dorian Havilliard - not to mention the invisible magical hands - and the fact that Fenrys and Connall Moonbeam can perform a sort of short-range winnowing trick, which wasn't found in any of the other TOG fae (from memory).

In my opinion, Havilliard isn't really ridiculous, though I can see the magical and physical resemblance that Dorian has with Rhys being important down the line (especially because Dorian is descended from an ancient fae line).

Moonbeam would be an amazing surname for a Night Court High Lord who is often described as having stars in his violet eyes, and yes, it's more than a wee bit extravagant. It would also complete his association with the night sky (and yes, I can hear you screaming from here, @merymoonbeam 😅).

@ladynightcourt3 reminded me that another option existed: Galathynius. I hadn't thought of it, because I was assuming any link between Rhys and Aelin would be through Mala Fire Binger and/or her sister Deanna, but Brannon Galathynius was a bastard fae from Wendlyn, so we don't know where his family came from. It's a little silly, but not on the scale of Moonbeam.

Darling

The other prominent option is (and was) "Darling."

Equally ridiculous as Moonbeam in its own way - and by ridiculous I mean cute/silly - Darling has the added bonus of being a massive fuck you to Tamlin whenever Rhys called Feyre "Feyre, Darling." It would be such a fun callback.

Danaan, Donnall & Silverbow

After CC 1 and 2, though, there were new options.

CC 1 introduced us to Ruhn Danaan, Bryce's older half brother, who is the son of the Autumn King, and descended from Avallen royalty through his mother. In addition to sharing shadow-like powers with Rhys and Azriel (though not identical to either Rhys or Az, Ruhn's shadows definitely have a lot of similarities with both of them). When Bryce met Rhys at the end of CC 2, she even noted how similar Rhys and Ruhn were in appearance - almost identical, barring Rhys' darker skin.

Danaan is possibly a play on the word Danann, as in the Tuatha de Danann, and Danann itself seems to derive from the goddess Danu, who is a Mother goddess figure, which could fit with where the plot is going, especially if Theia - or the Starborn fae in general - were associated with the Mother. It also refers to an ancient Greek person.

The reason why I don't think Danaan is the most likely candidate for Rhys' surname is that, despite it not being silly at all, Ruhn inherited it from his father; his links to Avallen - in both appearance and powers - are through his mother.

I do think Danaan (if it is a play on Danann, which has historically been spelt Donann) could still be linked to the surname Donnall, especially given the intermarriage between the ancient fae lines that came to Midgard. However, that transition likely occurred after the Dusk Court arrived, in which case it wouldn't affect Rhys.

Cormac Donnall was the crown prince of the Avallen fae, related to Ruhn through his mother, and to Bryce and Ruhn distantly through their father (the Autumn King). The Avallen people in general seem like they have a pretty strong link to Prythian's current Night Court (possibly through the lost Dusk Court), which includes fashions that Bryce noted were similar between Velaris and Avallen, as well as shadow powers. Cormac could also winnow, and manipulate fire.

A fun fact is that Donnall means "world rule," "world mighty," or "brown-haired fighter." World rule/mighty both sound very appropriate for where the plot is going for both ACOTAR and CC, but it's not a ridiculous name... unless Feyre thinks it's too normal for a High Lord. Or unless Rhys' family name is actually Mighty.

Cormac opened up one other option for us: in his work with the Ophion rebellion his codename was Agent Silverbow, which I think could be promising. There are parallels between Rhys and Cormac that go beyond the winnowing and shadow powers that they share. Both have had to don masks of cold brutality at times, in order to survive in certain situations, yet are capable of true feeling and love, not to mention fighting for a better world and future.

Could Silverbow possibly create a link between the ruling families of Avallen and the Night/Dusk Court? I think so! And maybe with Erilea, too.

The Priestesses of the Mother in Prythian are associated with both silver and the moon.

Crescent moons look like simplified (silver) bows, and moonbeams could be considered arrows from the moon (also known as a bow)... perhaps as an "off-shoot" of the royal line???!!! 🌙🏹

Rhys' family has quite a bit of crescent moon paraphernalia, such as a crown and a diadem. His bargain tattoo with the Weaver in ACOWAR was a crescent moon, just as Feyre's bargain tattoos with the Bone Carver and Bryaxis were of the four phases of the moon with a star in the middle inked down her spine.

Could Cormac's codename have come from the Dusk Court/Theia's line back when it was matrilineal?

Did Donnall come from Pelias, or another male who married in and overhauled the royal line to be patrilineal?

Moonbeam and Silverbow are the two most likely (in my opinion), and if I had to narrow it down further, then I really wouldn't be surprised if Rhys' surname is Silverbow, and the Moonbeams are a cadet branch, of sorts, from way back up Rhys' line. We know there has been mingling of the fae through various rifts, so it's hard to say exactly how the Moonbeams fit in - as @ladynightcourt3 reminded me, Fenrys and Connall descend from Doranelle nobles, could this somehow associate them with the Donnalls as well? - but I think it could be something like this.

Maybe Silverbow and Moonbeam are actually the same name, translated and then evolved in different languages? I don't know, though I hope we learn.

Thoughts?

#rhys #rhysand theory #acotar #acotar theory #acotar cc tog crossover theory #hosab spoilers #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam theory #throne of glass #acosf spoilers #ruhn danaan #cormac donnall #ruhn danaan theory #cormac donnall theory #crescent city #crescent city theory #cc 3 #agent silverbow #feyre archeron

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forgottenvalentina · 4 months

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OOC | Valentina & Cassimir

ok so kate aa here with yet another unhinged idea!!! lkajsdflkjsdfj so i was thinking about the greater malconaire family ~situation and it occurred to me...what if...and also!!! btw!!! its totally cool if we're like 'nah this doesn't work for plots' or whatever it just popped into my head and i thought id scribble a line

anyway!! basically, i was thinking about valentina's v negative feels re: her notp, cassimir x eithne, and if there was any situation in which she'd potentially relent on that and be like 'fine marry the girl,' and i came upon one and it turns out, of course, that it may have muuuuch broader ramifications than just that but ANYWAYYYY here it goes:

ok so -- correct me if im wrong -- iirc cassimir and sonya bear the malconaire name bc lord malconaire adopted them, right? well, what if...he didn't. that is, what if, when valentina heard the rumor that her husband had died -- fearing losing her place -- ~she forged his signature on an adoption scrool (or whatever) and basically faked it, and brought this document forward when it was confirmed that he was dead bc it was smth that she and he and discussed and he'd entrusted the document w her. maybe they really ~had discussed it, and this was known, and thus it was believed? or maybe he really did sign like adopting them, just not replacing eithne w cassimir as his heir or smth and valentina doctored it or smth??? idk!!!

but!!!! basically, im guessing -- given the female ruler -- that astaira pre!conquest didn't have any salic laws and, thus, eithne would have been the legal heiress, had it not been for cassimir? but roderick, of course, ~does have salic laws. his laws probs go like so: either a male heir must be delivered, or else all lands and titles revert to the crown...aka, roderick. roderick ~would respect adoption tho i feel like so cassimir counts as a son and thus either that wildly distant cousin or roderick, himself, doesn't get to inherit malconaire since, obv, eithne being a mere woman, is certainly not up to the task!!!! </333333

so!!!! valentina saw an opportunity! neither wishing to have eithne as an overlady, nor wishing to lose the malconaire estate, she forged some documentaion and made cassimir legal heir. but she knows this is a dangerous situation bc roderick (despite dilly dallying on his ~own heir) takes issues of inheritance VERY seriously (soooo many rules out there apply to everyone else but not to him smdh) and would def imprison her and seize the lands either for himself or for any male relatives (however distant they may be) of the malconaire bloodline. so if she were discovered she'd lose everything!!!!

sooo, i was thinking that, if cassimir were to learn of this (or perhaps already knew? bc if she were to have a partner in this fraud it'd 100% be him, tho honestly i can also 100% see valentina keeping this one to herself, hoping to protect her kids and herself from discovery etc), he could use this info to basically blackmail her into backing down since she aint here to lose everything!!!! tho it would DEF change things between the two of them

so yeah!!!! idk if we want there to have been a forgery in the first place or whatever but its smth i thought of!!!! also im not sure i was being clear about any of this bc my brain's in a fog (case in point: i originally spelt fog as 'god' and couldn't figure out why it looked wrong lakjdkfljkjf so yes my brain was in a god today apparently lkajsfkljsfj) today so yeah def lmk if i was confusing about any of this lkajskfjlksjflk

#cassimir malconaire #ooc #insanity

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i-will-always-be-happy · 11 months

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Helloooo~ Hi- yes- uh ler mitsuri and lee tomioka?? I feel like I spelt their names wrong 😭

Well not long ago I made one of them, but still!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Ler: Mitsuri Kanroji

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

'Why the concern, Mitsuri?' 'Hey? Oh! No Tomioka!', Mitsuri looked sadly elsewhere, she needed to talk to someone. She would have done it with Shinobu but, she was busy preparing her poison or something she understood.

'Tomioka, you and Iguro-san are friends right?' 'Well, I don't know whether to consider him my friend, we don't talk much but I think he hates me, why?', Mitsuri blushed and looked down, playing with her hands

'Mitsuri?' 'It's nothing, it's just... Listen Tomioka, I like Iguro, but I don't know if he likes me, who could love a girl like me?', Mitsuri teared up, Tomioka didn't know what to do, give him a hug? Nono, he had to do something else!

'He thinks you're very pretty and adorable'

'What?'

'What?', Giyuu covered his mouth, Iguro would kill him for telling him that, he warned him, he got nervous

'Does Iguro like me too? Come on Tomioka! Repeat it!' 'I didn't say anything', Tomioka tried to show firmness, but, to no avail, he went to the pipe when he saw Mitsuri get up and approach him

'W-wait Mitsuri! I swear! I said nothing! Really! You already tickled me the other day! No again!' 'I wasn't going to tickle you, I was planning to make you nervous and get the information out like that. But your idea is much better! Kitchy kitchy koo~!', well, Tomioka learned to keep his mouth shut then

'NOHOHOHO!! MITSURI!! HE WIHIHILL KIHIHILL ME!! PFFFF!!' 'He won't kill you! Come on Tomioka! Tell me! Make things easy for yourself!' Mitsuri was soft, but hey, Tomioka was more vulnerable to sensitive ones than strong ones.

'Say it Tomioka! I heard it! Does Iguro like me too?' 'NOHOHO!! DOHOHON'T FOHOHORCE ME!! MEHEHERCY!! MIHIHIHTSURIII!!', Tomioka knew what to say, Kanroji would tell Iguro and it would be worse for him

'Hey Tomioka, did you know that besides Iguro, I like raspberries?', oh my goodness, Giyuu froze and trembled, trying his best to get away from her, he could die if that was the case.

'*pbbbbt!* FUHUHUCK!!! NO! MITSURI!! NO NO!! NOHOHOT THE NEHEHEHCK!! NOT THE RIHIHIBS!! GEAHAHAHAHA!!' 'What's up Tomioka? If you want me to stop, you know what I want to hear~'

Tomioka tried everything in his power, wrinkled his neck, tried to stop and move Mitsuri's devious fingers away from his ribs, begged for mercy, snorted. Nothing helped, Mitsuri wanted to hear it, I guess he had no other choice

'I'LL TELL YOU!! I SWEAR!!' 'Okay!' Mitsuri stopped and was startled when Tomioka fell back, exhausted and still laughing. Mitsuri placed her hands on her cheeks and her elbows in her lap as she waited for Tomioka to catch his breath.

'Better?' 'Y-yeah *huff* ok, yeah, Iguro likes you. He thinks that you are a beautiful woman and he loves you very much, he is capable of even giving his life for yours. He said more, but, it was pure redundancy', Tomioka looked at Mitsuri, crying with happiness as her face turned all red, screaming with joy when Tomioka said that

Well, seeing Mitsuri's joy made Giyuu forget about Obanai's threat and thought that it was worth it to see Mitsuri's happy face.

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #lee!tomioka #ler!mitsuri #contains obamitsu

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inlocusmads · 5 months

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past lives ~ nora x trystan

Nora receives a couple of boxes and is given the choice of making peace with it or live with the regret of what it stands for. However, reality is seldom a strict shade of black-and-white. (Characters from Crimes)

Deals with themes of loss and regret | WC: 3.2k | Teen+

A/N: This is a long fic and a long time coming too. It's just packed with this subtle symbolism I've been trying so hard to put in my writing and I really hope you like it! (And yes, the title is a reference to the movie, Past Lives, but I promise you the fic has nothing to do with the movie - apart from the fact that Nora shares a name with the main character. It's an excellent movie, okay? I think I deserve to freak out about it a little.)

If you had the ability to, say, sort good things and bad things into boxes, like say Nora's neatly arranged spice rack in her kitchen or Nora's alphabetized pile of files, things would be a lot more simpler. Things wouldn't necessarily need to be revisited. They could be thrown away.

The boxes came in like a street overloaded with traffic, or a college dormitory undergoing an insect infestation. They were first sent by the bank from the house in one of Manhattan's Asian neighbourhoods. The house was up for sale, as per Uncle Tommy's request. The paperwork had been severely delayed by a couple of years and for a while they had no idea what to do with a house. There were only a couple of boxes left in the cupboards; the furniture all found new homes in secondhand shops. Uncle Tommy then made it a point to hurl it upstairs, put it in front of Nora's apartment door, with a note saying she could do whatever she wanted with them. Each of the boxes was meticulously labelled like the spices in Nora's kitchen. Cardamom. Spice mix. Star anise. Licorice sticks. Old school pictures. Summer box. Mom's stuff.

Much like how things weren't always black and white and bits of peppercorn could get into white pepper, had she reused the same container without giving it a soak in soap, the box labelled 'Summer box' didn't actually have anything related to summery things. The same way 'Mom's stuff' had bits of Dad's stuff too and French dictionaries from when Aunt Mei went to London with nothing in her pocket and could only afford French dictionaries as a souvenir.

There were three of them. Each heavier than the rest.

"I found the box cutter and it seems heavily dangerous." Trystan sat next to her on the couch, cautioning her as she proceeded to slice the first box with the rusted old tool.

"They're just books. Why would I need books?"

Trystan reached into the Summer box and flipped through the dictionaries, the map books, the many different Atlases and all of them had one thing in common. They were utterly boring. They also had scribbles all over it, in bright ink. In a Grimm's Fairy Tales book, the bright red scrawles started to make sense. They spelt out Nora in childish handwriting.

"They must be your first books. Aw. Did you sign your name on all of them, like some star actor?"

"Nah. My parents would've tossed them away. Or the bank. This is just stuff that probably got put in the wrong box."

"You sort of drew a circle around the state of New York in this map and -- wow, those are a lot of arrows. Did you know that defacing maps is illegal in parts of the world?"

"An Atlas is a geography book lying about being a map. I'll be fine with "breaking" a law."

"My, so they are right. I am a horrible influence on you."

She picked up a smaller box of laminated pictures, hidden underneath several manila folders. The pictures were hastily stuffed in, as if the person who did that was on the brink of death or in a hurry to get somewhere and just had to push this in, tape it shut and toss it to whoever finds it. A constipated pirate, probably. Or a wounded soldier, shot right in the chest. She liked the thought of a constipated pirate. There was a reason why her mother absolutely loathed biscuits.

"This is ah - I guess a picture of me getting some award."

"Player of the Match. Park Street Soccer League. 1999 '' Trystan read the back of the picture. A younger Nora smiled back at him, a medal so heavy for her neck, she had to crouch down. Or maybe she wasn't in the frame, because sometimes cameras weren't that great. She had muddy football cleats on, knees that took a lot of damage and a haircut that didn't change to this day; a slightly messy black bob that definitely gave the impression that she had to wear a bowl over her head while her dad carefully trimmed away the edges.

"It is not just some award, Detective. It is a matter of pride!" Trystan shuffled through the other photographs. "Look -- look. June 2003. It appears to be some athletic meet. I cannot believe it. I just cannot believe it."

"Why? Do I look weird?" Nora swiped the picture to take a hard look. She had an arm around her fellow track and field teammates, each of them wearing gold medals around their necks. She remembered Patricia though. Patty. They all called her Peppermint Patty after the Charlie Brown character, for she'd done exceptionally well in the cross country tournament they had. Then there was Beatrice. Five foot, blonde and ran like hell. She was ravenous for the prize. They'd been in a team and Nora couldn't pinpoint when she passed the baton on and when Beatrice took it, because it happened in a matter of seconds. Then Katie. She had short legs but the wildest determination to win the fifty metre hurdle. Her mom had a little bakery and she'd bring them sandwiches after practice.

"I cannot believe I am in love with a jock."

"Hey, hey now. I'm --- well, I'm not a jock, okay?"

"It is funny because you are the shortest one in all these pictures."

"That's just in the movies. Jocks can be short."

"Ah so you do admit you are a jock."

“Well, that is just like - your opinion, man.”

Photobooks after photobooks with Kodak watermarks catapulted Nora down a painful memory lane. They had several family dinners, a couple of wedding pictures that their relatives had mailed in from Hong Kong (everyone either loved them or hated them). One even had Allison and Jimmy written on the corner; a passive-aggressive stab at how Americanized they had become. Nora wasn't there in the pictures - she'd been a toddler. There was one of her holding a pencil like a knife, wearing her very first soccer jersey and one with her in a red dress with denim overalls.

There was one taken during the Mid-Autumn Festival or Zhōngqiū jié where Nora was seated on the kitchen counter with a whisk in her hand as her mother made mooncakes. A typical life in an Asian neighbourhood in New York; abreast with struggling artists, karaoke bars, kids that played football in the back alleys and metallic grilled gates giving Nora her own window to the world. She’d watch the teens skateboard to the nearest park, her friends with Jansport backpacks and their 24-colour Crayola sets; the bus that rolls in and out of streets as she returns back home to a whole different world - wrestling with the culture that slipped away from her.

Nora remembered that day all too well. It was the first day of high school, 25th August, 2005. They’d told her that Franklin High had a good guidance counsellor - precisely her third school she’d changed so far. To make an effort to be friends with her peers, she’d looked at what people wore, how people talked, the kind of words they chose and the people they talked about. She’d come home a new person; a tongue that was quite not hers anymore, a language she’d forgotten long ago, an unfinished lunch locked inside a Tupperware and a shopping catalogue under her arm.

“What is this?” Trystan picked up a dusty old Vans shoe box from twenty years ago.

“I dunno. I guess they’re a bunch of -- old letters and postcards. And my middle school report card for some reason.” Nora opened up the stack of papers that were held together by a rusted stapler. “I can’t believe I got a C in science. B in maths. A+ in P.E. A D-minus in social studies. Back then grades used to be like your life-or-death sentence.”

Nora remembered good old Sarah. Sarah Choi could never be beaten; a chronic A-plus-er for a reason. Today she manages a bakery, somewhere in Europe, having done culinary school in the most prestigious of institutions. Rayleigh Simmons, who’d been Nora’s detention partner for years on end, had graduated at the top of her class in med school. The letters were more important though. Some contained the school principal’s scribbles as they’d write to Uncle Tommy, explaining why Nora punching the bullies wasn’t an “act of self defence”. Some were unsent drafts from Uncle Tommy, as he struggled to find the right words. He could never. Forged doctor’s notes because there were days Nora couldn’t get out of bed. Actual doctor’s notes because Nora would end up in the E.R in tears, as a nurse tried to calm her down; removing the brown jacket three sizes too big for her and the Vans sneakers that weighed her down.

Nora and Trystan didn’t talk much as they shifted through the things. There were some important documents about the house, a college acceptance letter squished nonchalantly between wedding invitations, twelve thousand kilometres away; pinned to a shopping list that had nothing but two pounds of persimmon written on it in handwriting that was neither quite here nor there. There was a manila folder in the box marked ‘Mom’s stuff’ that had Dad’s application forms inside, with an old ID card with the NYPD’s sigil in the corner. A huge stock of bills and receipts from McDonald’s greeted Trystan, as he swiped through them. Any medical files would’ve been thrown out and rightfully so. There was an old football jersey of hers - three sizes too big and yet, she’d stuff them in her trousers and run across the field before the clock ticked to six in the morning. An old book of recipes sent through the mail, corrupted with childish scribbles and stickers. It made Nora sick.

“A lot of it is just trash anyway.” she finally decided.

“But they are important, no?” Trystan put the shoebox back into the box. “Report cards and letters - they are--”

“They just add to the clutter, Trystan. I don’t know where I’d put them.”

“I can keep them for you.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Well - there is an extra storage unit the penthouse comes with. It is just three boxes. I can put them next to mine.”

“What if you move out or something?”

“I do not think there is a chance of that happening. You keep me very tied down.” he winked. “Besides, it would be like us trading space. You let me keep my things on your desk in the office.”

“That’s different.”

“Really? How is that different?”

“You talk like it’s some sort of -- hijacking scenario.” Nora chuckled. “It’s a desk. It isn’t like you have to pay rent or something. We’re partners anyway. It only makes sense for your -- fifteen million copies of the same book, magazine and several royal blue ink pens to be - well, scattered on my desk. You’re overthinking this.”

“No, you are. Come on, Nora. What is a relationship for, if not the mutual offering of land to rent? It would make me, a Drakovian traditionalist, very happy.”

“They have a land-sharing ritual in Drakovia?”

“Really? You would believe everything I say?” Trystan laughed. “You are so funny, Detective.”

“Hey, it’s a -- I mean, if not for your play-by-play history reports, where do I go for Drakovian history? The local library - hey, hey, quit laughing, come on. This isn’t fair, okay, okay -- okay. I get it. I get it.”

Trystan wouldn’t stop laughing,

“You know how this feels? A trust fall, except I actually fall down and break my neck. Come on. It’s not funny.”

“Oh it is such a delight.” Trystan wiped his tears, mockingly, his expression turning sincere.“It might not be a Drakovian thing, but it could be an us thing.”

“I feel like this is a route towards you ‘borrowing’ my coat and never returning it.”

“Precisely. I am nothing but a humble thief.”

“A lying, cheating, swindling thief, yes.”

“Humble.” Trystan emphasised. “Anyway, what is our -- strategy here? Do we sort it into piles that make us happy and not, Marie Kondo-style?”

“Probably. But they’re just trash anyway.”

“Maybe you could throw your report cards away. I have always found school a bit burdening. And the bills. They just add to the clutter, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, that could work. That’s a neat idea, Trystan.”

“Or here is a different idea--” Trystan offered. “You could put them all in one -- big box and throw the other boxes away. Cardboard is best left to the kind people at the recycling areas.”

“I do have to keep the files though. The postcards as well.”

“Right, right.”

“The report cards and school stuff is kind of -- meh. I think I can always stuff them in some drawer in the house. The recipe book might come in handy. I have been eating gravy and rice for five days straight.”

“We could make something, yes. Fusion cuisine.”

“And start a restaurant, which is probably a zillion times better than any other career.”

“We are idea machines!” Trystan raised his hand. Nora high-fived him back.

“The football jersey should probably be framed someplace in the house.”

“You might have to run it through the washing machine. That looks like it still reeks of the game from 2010.”

“I was MVP, okay? There’s luck in the dirt.”

“You could throw the boxes in boxes away.”

“Yeah, the shoebox is just a lot of clutter. Unless there is a market for selling vintage shoeboxes.”

“There must be. Just last week, I saw a comic book place that paid a lot for a plastic arm of an action figure that was discontinued many years ago.”

“The pictures are -- kind of important. Maybe.”

“Pictures are very important, yes.”

“But I do remember them well. It’s just the -- fogginess and -- y’know --”

“The mundane thoughts of adulthood.”

“I’ll keep some of them, I guess. The bank did go through a lot of trouble to sort out the important stuff. I can’t exactly burn them either. That’d kick me out of the neighbourhood.”

“You could always write a strongly worded letter to whoever is in charge. Dear Ungrateful Pathetic People-- blah blah blah, respectfully f-you, Nora Rose. Believe it or not, that is the Drakovian way. Colourful insults that make people rethink their life choices.”

“I’ll get sucker-punched the New York way, so let’s go find a box.”

A giant Yakult box was chosen after some careful thorough sweep of the neighbourhood’s department stores. Everything that was remotely important was put into the box. Some, Nora didn’t bother shifting through. The things that she did go through stuck to her mind like good, homemade food that stuck to one’s ribs.

Unfortunately, Nora couldn’t find a storage space in her apartment. The closets were too narrow for one giant wholesale box to be stuffed in. The kitchen’s cabinets were too short and were brimming with spices that could not be disturbed. The more Nora hunted down for space, the more tempting Trystan’s offer sounded. She was adamant though.

It took her a bit of Googling of storage units and their renting prices, Uncle Tommy’s vehement no’s against her stuffing the box in the storage rooms in the Drunk Tank and fervent calls to Ruby and Luke for help, but no avail (Luke himself, required space for his ten million chunks of hardware and Ruby found that it could be a contamination concern since she’d just opened up a makeshift lab in her house.)

“I told you there would be space.” Trystan crossed his arms, smugly.

“It fits? Damn.”

“And right next to my stolen artefacts too.”

Nora gave him a stare.

“Okay fine. I returned them. I cannot have one nice thing, can I?”

“I’m sure you kept the wine glass.”

“Of course. It was dishwasher-friendly. That is a rarity in trying times like these. I had it run by Ruby and she was more than excited.” Trystan took a seat next to her on the table. “Anyway, what does the book say?”

“How do you feel about Hua juan? Technically a breakfast-snack dish, but the process of getting there is -- pretty awesome.” Nora went to the recipe, reading the list of ingredients out loud in Cantonese that felt foreign at first, but right after the moment the words left her mouth. “Zhōngjīn miànfěn, shiliang táng, jiàomǔ, yē zǐ yóu hé cōng. All purpose-flour, sugar, coconut oil, yeast and spring onions. There’s an additional list of spices too.”

“That can be arranged.” Trystan gave her a smile that rivalled the warmth of the sun.

He couldn’t help but feel -- happy for her. A past that she longed to forget, welcomed her in its tightest embrace possible; telling her that even if things weren’t great, there were parts of it worth holding onto - at least for the briefest moment. A past that wanted to see her, one last time before returning to a fog in her mind. She talked so little of it, but when she did, she bore the biggest smile. It felt great. It felt whole.

To Nora, the box in Trystan’s closet didn’t feel burdening. It wasn’t like the sneakers that weighed her down or a pair of cruel hands that pushed her into deep waters. It was kinder this time. She saw herself being helped up, watching her past-self swimming buoyantly in the waters that threatened to drown her. As she clutched her grandmother’s recipe book in hand, pages and pages filled with her childish scribbling because she’d been unfortunately left alone with a box of pens and lots of paper with language she couldn’t read but understand. It evolved into a language she could neither read nor understand, but only perceive it as an itch in her soul. Now it was back. A homecoming of sorts.

With Trystan, it felt more of a reassurance. The tapestries in the back clashed with the minimalist furniture. The wall of weaponry was more about self-defence, as romantic poetry was more about the beauty of the Drakovian language. Knowing that the box was safe somewhere urged her to turn to the next page, where her grandmother had written some precautions about using bamboo steamers in royal blue ink.

“I like your idea. We should totally open up a restaurant.”

“But you should not have a problem with quitting the job.”

“We can have both.”

“Like Batman. Restaurant owners in the day. Crime-fighters at night.”

“Don’t call us crime-fighters, I swear to God-” Nora laughed.

“We should put it in the business card. First ten clients get free desserts of their choice.”

“We’re trying to help people, not encourage people to consult private detectives just for restaurant perks!”

“It is a fantastic business model, Detective. Trust me. In five years, some -- person is going to come up and do exactly this and we will be very angry at ourselves for not implementing it first.”

“So you are suggesting we profit off, doubly? I feel like my grandmother would have been very approving.”

“Or stuck in tragedy she did not think of it sooner.”

They shared a laugh. Nora didn’t have to say it, because she knew Trystan was too perceptive for anyone to be deserving of him. She settled on a “thank you” which Trystan waved off dismissively, as if it was a daily occurrence. A promise of staying behind. While the memory of scraped knees, the hospital lighting and grief stuck with her the most, the overpowering promise of rebuilding something gave her a hand.

As Nora stared at Trystan as he chattered on and on about his business model, she thought of boxes and how constraining they felt; how irredeemable their structures were and their unforgiving nature. Where would she put this? Was it a good thing to hurt herself by going through millions and millions of ‘what ifs’, entertaining the thought of a life where she could’ve had her parents, a life in Hong Kong? Was it a bad thing to love the present; the truth that she won’t be alone? Was it downright terrible of her to not dig through the past, frantically, searching for the last remaining leaves of her father and her mother? Or was she right, in telling herself that the cardboard boxes with the hideous labels written in perfect English for the movers, were the problem?

Perhaps it was the fact that she was waiting for her dad after soccer practice, sitting in the bleachers with a pair of shoes too big for her, knowing that he would never come. Or expecting something else - a rescue from a future; darkened eyes meeting darkened eyes with a jacket too big for the driver. Where would she store the hypotheticals? Or most importantly, where should she put herself?

“I am thinking about having a nice little record player for our shop.”

“Really?”

“With some music. I can think of some songs from the top of my head. Purple Rain is very good. A Pillow of Winds, Rebel Rebel and of course, Take Me To Church. Just some beautiful vocals as people enjoy their dinners.”

“That is the saddest list of songs ever.”

“You are not looking hard enough. Mellow tunes do not always mean the song is sad. Now and Then and Eleanor Rigby are just some tunes I have been listening to, and they are not sad.”

“Maybe throw in a little bit of pzazz in there.”

“Sure. Run Like Hell and Stayin’ Alive are very much our anthems.”

“We do not want to scare our customers, Trystan.”

“It is an underlying theme, Nora! I love underlying themes in stories. Being scared and having someone - or yourself or both to rely on. That would be a nice theme for our restaurant. A mixture of all kinds of chaos. You know what, I will take care of the music. We will work on the business model - even though mine is clearly the way to go and workshop the recipes.”

“We are not making the Maids of Honour again, I will tell you that.”

Outside she heard the hum of the cars quieten down, watching kids with duffel bags and cleats returning home and the faint song of home playing somewhere in the streets, not realising it was right there. Right in front of her - between the Cantonese letters, in tall jars of spices, inside pages of books, the glint in Trystan’s beautiful eyes and coursing through the many lines in Nora’s own palms that didn’t need a box with a label to count as a memory.

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A/N: I have been listening to Butchered Tongue for a while and it got me thinking about how Nora lost her language along with the grief of her parents' passing and how Trystan lost his language after everything that has happened to him and how they desperately try to find it back. I have also been listening to like, sad songs in general lol. It is not fun.

Anyway, if you haven't spotted yet, Trystan's list of songs spell out PARTNERS. "Thank you" in Nora's language means "I love you" and "I told you there would be space" in Trystan's language means "I know" (And also we won't talk about how Nora slowly stops using contractions in her speech). Trystan and I share the same view - love me some symbolism!

And also here's the recipe for Hua juan or Flower Rolls that I consulted! It sounds super delicious and is vegetarian, which is pretty neat and I might just give it a shot (if I don't completely destroy the kitchen). Also yes, I am using crappy Translate apps for my English to Cantonese translation (it isn't even Cantonese lol) and I'd love it if you guys know of any translating apps or like, grammar dictionaries that are reliable and aren't complete garbage.

I lied when I said Past Lives had nothing to do with the fic. It has. While the movie centers around the 'what if' possibility between a childhood friend - her life back in the past, and her - a representative of her today, there's still a lot of talk about culture and tradition and especially this one dialogue - "You dream in a language I don't understand" which just sealed the deal for me.

Thank you so much for reading!

Tagging:

Perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam

Crimes: @cassie-thorne@peonierose@ao719@trappedinfanfiction@jerzwriter@fuckitweball0000@lilyoffandoms @moominofthevalley

#trystan x nora #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion fics #crimes of passion

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Mick always holding baby Aurora (i think i spelt her name wrong😭) during his meetings and interviews cause he loves watchign everyone melt

Note: it's Aurora, yes! I use Rora a lot, I noticed it last week that I use the nickname more than the actual name

"I can take her", Mick said as you tried to figure out the schedule, "ugh, they said I'd only be needed back next week, and no one ele can take her - I can cancel my appointment, though", you mumbled, grabbing your phone to call the clinic.

"Liebling, Y/N, hey! Hi", he smiled as he held your free hand, "Aurora has a father whose job isn't so strict to the point of not being allowed to take her with him, so I can take her tomorrow. You've been waiting for that appointment for a long time, who knows when they'll have openings again?", he reasoned, "Rora is coming with papa to the factory!", he smiled.

On the next morning, Mick and Aurora Schumacher walked into Brackley, and since he only told the people who would be in the meeting, the receptionist was the first to coo at the sight of the baby buggie he was pushing, "is it bring your baby to work day?", she smiled, "Rora is starting to learn her ways around motorsport, aren't you?", he said as she woke up, looking around and taking all of the building in.

"I just need to rock her to sleep, you can carry on", Mick said once the baby started fussing, getting up and walking along the room as they discussed something about the side pods, "I think this is good and we should test it out", one of the engineers said as he smiled down at the sight of Mick patting the baby's back to soothe her back to sleep, "I'll be able to test it out whenever you want then", Mick smiled.

"We have a little guest today, don't we?", Ted said as Mick showed up to their interview with his daughter on his hip. Now that she was a little bit older and you felt this interview would be safe, you allowed Mick to take the little girl with him, the noise cancelling headphones on her head protecting her ears as she smiled at the older man.

"Yes! Aurora wanted to see everyone, she was getting a little restless so we thought she could come and see you and the fans!", Mick said as he kissed her cheek, "well, it's a very cute guest and the fans seem to love it", he said as a few people walked by on the side of the paddock that wasn't separated by guards and the barriers.

"Well, do you think your father's car has winning potential, Miss Aurora?", he pretended, approaching the mic carefully to her as her hands started playing with it, "seems she is a little more interested in your mic", Mick smiled as Natalie approached them.

"Aurora, if your father always brings you to interviews, I won't be able to do anything because I'll just be distracted at your cuteness", Ted smiled as he saw her wave the mic at someone behind him, "it's Aurora Schumacher! Hi darling!", Natalie said as your daughter showed her the similar mic, "it's the same, isn't it? We're matching!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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unlucky-tears · 9 months

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┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ Jamie’s introduction!🍂

🌻┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈| Welcome to my blog !

◞ ★ ︉﹒name︔ The names Jamie! But Eve or Liz is good too

ᨳ **pronouns** ﹕All pronouns! But preferably They/He

◞ ★﹒gender︔ ︉ Pangender

ᨳ **sexuality** ﹕Unlabelled, literally I do NOT know

◞ ★ ︉﹒ ︉likes︔Chocolate, seeing other people’s ocs. Wholesome AU’s, my partner

ᨳ **dislikes** ﹕Mentions of s£lf harm or Su!c!d£. K__S jokes.

◞ ★ ︉﹒ ︉fandoms︔DDLC, Danganronpa, SDRA2, DRA, Danganronpa: Rebirth. Neon Genesis, project Sekai, D4DJ, Bandori and so much more to discover!

ᨳ favourite chara’s ﹕Yuri Kagarin from SDRA2, Satsuki Iranami from DRA, Monika from DDLC, Rei from NGE, Ena Shinonome from PJsekai, Tsukushi from Bandori, Hiiro from D4DJ, Kego Sakuma from Danganronpa: rebirth.

◞ ★ ︉﹒ ︉account theme︔ Monika from DDLC

╭��─╯ . . . . .OFFICIAL INTRODUCTION . . . . . ╰──╮

Heya! Welcome to the blog, I’m Jamie and I’m going to explain what this is all about 🤎

I am in many MANY fandoms and I do requests for cute headcanon scenerios…you get those. Like Monika x Shy reader? Yeah! Must have seen those. I might do a lot of those if they get good replies :) But the main reason I am here is to show the the full and I mean FULL backstory of one of my fangan characters. I’m working on a fangan I see and I have literally made lore for their family, especially for her aunt and father. So look forward to some of that! It will also be written on A03 and perhaps Wattpad someday.

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈|WRITING RELATED!!

◞ ★ ︉﹒characters I will NOT write about ︔ Mitch Higa from DRA, now this one is pretty obvious. Shinji Ikari from NGE, I’m SO sorry to the Shinji stans but my brains will literally explode if I try to write anything about him. Any vocaloid, they don’t have canon personalities and I don’t wanna make up one for them…any UNICHØRD and ABYSSMRE(I spelt that wrong in so sorry) member. I’m not personally a big fan of them so im not comfortable writing about them. Haiji Towa from UDG, obivous. Junko Enoshima from DR, I just don’t like writing her I don’t know why :( Izuru Kamakura, not much I can write about him. UDG kids, just in case…

◞ ★ ︉﹒characters with limitations ︔ Mikado Sannoji, I get he is the mastermind and a very complex character but for me to actually write anything heartwarming about him actually makes me giggle I’m sorry. I will take any enemy scenarios or platonic relationships. Byakuya Togami, same as Mikado.

◞ ★ ︉﹒characters to please request ︔ Yuri Kagarin from SDRA2, I love him sm you don’t understand Yuri Kagarin stans stand. Anyway he’s a pretty fun character to write about too! Despite him being so flawed. Although one thing I will NOT do any Yuri x Male scenarios. They make me really uncomfortable, any DDLC character, yes omg kiss me/j no but fr! I love writing about one of my favourite games. Marin Mizuta from Danganronpa rebirth, VERY fun to write about. She’s so silly and eepy (•‿•)

Just one more tiny thing! I will only write about Rei and Asuka from NGE. Cause they’re the ones I care about the most

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Deal Of Death - part 1

Joel miller x gn!reader

Word count - 1.5k

Summary - running into your sister results in having to compromise.

Warnings - course language, guns, death, threats, kidnapping kind of.

A/n - this is a reader x fanfic but they use a fake name in this which is Blake. Also this is based 22 years after the start of the apocalypse. Also yes I know that I spelt abbey wrong

The ice cold barrel is pressed against your head, you would shiver but your entire body is numb as you're thrown on the ground. “What is stopping me from putting a bullet in that pretty head of yours?” Abbey asked you holding you down, you guys were alone and covered in snow, “you won't, we both know it and you're not fooling anyone, I’m your family left you won’t kill me.” You say confidently, “your wrong but you can do a job for me.” You roll your eyes, “okay I'll entertain your little scenario, what is it?”

“You know Joel?” You side eyed her to the best of your ability, “yeah totally,” sarcasm laced in your tone. She hit your temple harshly with her gun, “he's the man that killed dad, yeah he supposedly lives around here, I need you to find him and bring him to me and maybe I won't kill your daughter.” Your eyes widen as you look around the small cave you had found, after all the commotion you hadn't noticed she was gone.

You twisted and turned but all that happened was her hands tightening, “you fucker! Let me go, I’ll kill you the minute you let me go.” She rolled her eyes, her braid swinging, “you won't, you're not fooling anyone.” She mocks.

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Knife attached to your hip you stand behind the cliff hearing gunshots being fired you waited piering around the corner, seeing the boy was down. A second one went off and you see who you think is Ella or Ellie, whatever collapse, you take that as your que to step in. Rushing in you act innocent, “what happened are you guys alright? I heard gunshots,” rushing over to the boy to see him dead, you made your way to the girl.

“Are you alright? Do you guys have med kits here?” She curses before pointing at a rusty cupboard, jogging over you grab the kit and opening it up, pulling out a tourniquet and tightening it around her leg. Pulling her with you, you drag her out of the broken shack and eventually push up onto the horse and make room for yourself.

“Which way?” She groans, head rolling and tipping, “which way?” You yell at her. She mumbles a quick, “the horse knows where to go just keep going north.'' You kick the horse's belly holding pressure with your legs, you hold the reins with one hand and an arm wrapped awkwardly around Ellie’s waist.

The rides unsteady, awkward and you probably have less red blood cells then the number of times she almost fell off. But eventually you see a large wall, a dark maroon seemingly bolded shut, “help! Help! I think I have one of your uhh.. Friends she's bleeding, shot! Help please!” You see movement in your peripheral, a blond scarred woman with a cocked gun lowers it the minute you look at her, “Tommy open up!” she yells and the large door creaks open.

You see a long haired blonde man peek his head around the large rusted door, you move your body slightly so he can see Ellie, “I know you don’t know me but she’s been shot in the leg, I've put a tourniquet around her leg but it won’t hold much longer she needs medical help now!” You yell, worried you kick the horse as the gate opens quickly. “The very last house on the left.” He said with urgency but before he could continue talking you took off, yelling for people to move and trying to weave between the people who didn't react quick enough. You leave shouting and surprised civilians in your tracks, skidding the horse to a stop at the end of the block, the thick wall stopping you from continuing. Hoping off the horse you hold on to Ellie making you stumble, you pull Ellie off and haul her up onto your shoulder.

Stumbling into the house you shout out, a tall black haired woman walks out, “can i help you?” She’s cold, calculated and obviously blind (not literally), “fucks wrong with you? Can you not see the girl I'm carrying on my shoulder?” She begins to walk away and you take it as your meant to follow her, she nods her head to a table, you place Ellie on the table and leave.

Making your way out of the house to see the same blond now accompanied with an older man, Joel. The blond has the reins in his hands. “How did you know where she came from or her name? And who the fuck are you?” The older man walks closer with every question he spills out in a low and threatening tone. “I heard the gunshot and came running. She was with a young man, he's dead. I knew her name because the man yelled it as he got shot, and I knew where you were because I asked. And I’m the person that saved your friend or daughter or whatever the fuck so don’t give me that fucking attitude because I could’ve left her there but I didn’t,” you sighed and rubbed your face.

They stood there a little shocked, “I have to be off anyway,” you said as you made your way back to the gate you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your hand shoots up grabbing onto his wrist, “can i help you?” You asked, ripping his hand off your shoulder. “Why don't you stay a while?” Your plans working, they have a large population so you could tell that they were careless about who they let come in, “why would I stay? Also, I don’t have a gun.” You probably shouldn't say that to the man you're trying to kill but oh well, the blond didn't seem keen on unnecessary violence, “we can supply you with food and a bed for a little and we can give you a gun.”

You pretended to think about it, the plan was in motion. “Mm okay but the minute you even attempt to pull anything I'll slit your throat.” The older man now disinterested walks into what seems like a bar, the blond follows him and you do too. “So I never caught your name? My names Tommy and that fucker over there’s named Joel,” you look at Tommy, studying his face the forehead wrinkles set into his face but at this point it’s hard not to find someone with wrinkles. “Blake, what's with Joel and Ellie? He seemed a bit protective,” Tommy laughs “a bit? Joels basically Ellie’s Dad, not by blood but get too close to Ellie and Joel will rip you apart.”

“So you guys have electricity? How’d you manage that?” You haven't seen electricity in over 20 years,Tommy nodded. “Yeah, it took a while to get but you know it's pretty stable.” You finally take a seat. You sit in comfortable silence, Tommy ordered some water, Joel was giving you side eyes. As if he was expecting you to pull a secret gun out and kill him. That wasn't exactly your plan but that was for much later, that would ruin it plus you think Abbey would actually kill you if you killed him without her watching.

The cold water running down your throat made you shiver, your clothes are thin and wet from being shoved to the ground by your sister, you think he noticed as you shivered because he asked, “you get into a scuffle?” He gestures to your dirty wet jacket, you nod. “Just one dude killed him he was alone.” He nods back, he stands up, “we should go get you some warm clothes.” You stand up smiling lightly before following him, you feel Joel's gaze on you as you leave.

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You are now huddled in warm, thick clothes, the chipped plate is taken out of your hands now you're done with dinner. “Joel, will you show Blake to their temporary house please?” He sighs deeply before getting up and walking off you, you jog off to catch up, “what's your problem with me?” You asked but Joel remained stagnant, “like I saved your ‘daughter’ or whatever the fuck… Ohh is it because I left the dude. Look he was dead when I got there, there wasn't much I could do.” You defend yourself, he rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him,” oh. “Are you worried about Ellie, she'll be right.”

He goes right back ignoring you, seemingly regretting opening his mouth. He stops at a house, “there are 2 other people in here so be quiet.” Joel turns around and leaves. “Night, I guess.” You mutter making your way into the dead silent house, making your way up the stairs and enter a room. Thankfully it's empty, taking off two of your jackets and throwing them on a beat up chair, before crawling under the blankets you settle down. Nuzzling your face into the clean blankets, before drifting to sleep.

#joel miller #joel x reader #gender neutral #guns #tlou #the last of us #tlou part 2 #joel miller x reader #joel x gn!reader #reader fanfic #first meeting up #pedro pascal #candle trend

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