We’re Not Fucked. Our Parents Lived Through Marcos’ Dictatorship, We Were Able To Perserve Despite

HE HAS NO REASON TO BE THIS FUCKING HOT.

LOOK AT HIM. HE'S SO HOT

hi :3 could you maybe do kiba inuzuka? :D he's my absolute favorite

Sometimes, when I want to feel those deep angst moments. I come back to this fic just to feel something.

tell your baby, that i'm your baby. (a loving family, an unpalatable desire drabble)

ft. yandere damian wayne x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere superfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

this is written in regards to one of my drabbles, i can't help but sigh at just how good the angst is for damian in this series.

because in loving family, unpalatable desire, you pretty much exclusively nickname him "dami, baby," from day one right after meeting him. you say it not in a way that you wish to overstep your boundaries at simply being his stepparent - you're aware, despite the ache in your chest admitting it, that you'll never come quite close to talia's standing in his heart, it's simply impossible with how she raised him her entire life before being dropped off in bruce's care - but because you find the boy adorable if you look past his intent at trying to murder you at every passing glance.

or maybe it's just you trying to cope with the pain of your situation, that you consider them all your beloved children, yet never being once called their parent throughout your entire marriage that breaks apart the illusion of a happy home life, that this wasn't the marriage you wanted at all; that you'll never bear a time in your life stuck in the manor seeing their genuine smiles directed at you even if you attempt to approach as patiently as possible in hopes your presence might be accepted— even if it results in awkward laughs at your cringy jokes at the dinner table, or one of damian's weapons nearly plunging the side of your head.

maybe, it's such a struggle to keep the flicker of light alive in your body whenever all your hardships fail, and all throughout you find your husband with lipstick stains all over his white collar every time he comes home that your mind forces itself to believe that with enough trial and error, maybe one of them could eventually tolerate, rather than pity you.

unfortunately, you chose damian, the one who you're convinced arguably despises you the most, of all people living or visiting the manor to run the test.

so in all the instances you chirp out his nickname, so fondly, so eminently heard across the walls of the manor, even in the spacious expanse of the gardens could your voice be heard from miles away, all because you wish to bond with him, praising his artworks with your grating voice, to give him intricate gifts you know will be discarded in the trash in front of you; you'll be met with a stubborn glare and mean comments about how he'll never consider you his parent, to relinquish your delusions at thinking he'll even let you past his walls, and how he'll never follow through the orders of a scum like you.

which is what you're forced to deal with every single day, coupled with harsh reminders of their happiness without the need for your presence beside them.

sometimes, his reactions could be his typical harsh comments, you've grown accustomed enough to differentiate what is harmless and what borders on violence; it's enough to know when to stop bothering him despite your best efforts. other times, it would be as intense as running a sword through the strands of your hair until he chops it at the end with a threat to cut off your tongue right after if you dare call him that putrid nickname again that cuts deeper than any wound.

with every trial of becoming closer to him, results in an even widening crack in your relationship with the young boy. and eventually, with enough sighs under your breath and harsh glares from him, you'll come into terms that you'll never form a cordial bond with the young boy. it's just impossible with how he views you, sheltered and undeserving because of your family's reputation of being money laundering scum.

at that period of time, you instead chose to strengthen your relationship with the reporter who saved you one day from the paparazzi's cruel interviews, the cute man from the daily planet whose name is clark kent with an even more adorable son, jon, who welcomed you with open arms and a tight hug on your stomach, muttering about how he's so excited to meet his new parent, just when you first stepped on the doors of your affair partner's home; that was enough to relinquish any anguish you felt at the manor replaced with absolute joy at what seems to be the first time you're considered the parent, part of a family, in a completely different household.

it helps erase the shadow of doubt that you may be cursed to never be accepted into an established family with just how bright, how comparable jon was to an overexcitable golden retriever, bonding with you since day one unlike all the other insufferable moments crammed into a jam-packed dinner table— only for your voice to be discarded and overpowered by others.

you start to call him your baby instead, completely in awe at the cute freckles littering his sun-kissed skin and the country boy accent he adopted from his dad. you couldn't help but hold his cheeks in your palms and kiss all over his face whilst you kneel to his level, laughing along with the giggles erupting from his throat that creates this harmonious melody in clark's ears, who watches you scoop the boy into your arms just to swing him back and forth in cuteness aggression, just how it always should've been with you.

clark pictures the moment together, capturing jon's smooshed face shadowed by your hair whilst you look at his, no, your son with inexplicable joy, eyes crinkled and shining brightly under the halo of the sunset.

and clark doesn't even have to see just much jon loves and cherishes you at first glance.

he wouldn't even dare compare you to his late mother, never once calling you a replacement or a homewrecker, placing you upon a pedestal you deserve to be instead; because let's face it, you simply live in the manor, but your true home is where clark and jon, and ma and pa kent are at. pictures of your little family are framed in your shared bedroom for you to graze your finger upon whenever you wish to reminisce the blessings bestowed upon meeting your affair partner at just by chance.

but you shouldn't have forgotten about damian that quickly, not when jon all-too suddenly shoves that photo of you in his wallet in front of his face, it made damian's mind go off in a tangent, in both curiosity and frustated yet unstated interrogations at your sudden disappearance (your grating voice don't call out to him anymore, and suddenly, the manor is quieter; he despises that feeling of emptiness more than he does of your nickname for him) then reappearance as jon's, funny, hah—!

jon's parent.

and in moments of careful investigation does he realize—

when you're with jon, his best friend, when he spies in on you at the little farm you now live in, currently alone with someone whom you call your true son, that he comes to realize just how much that nickname means so much to him, as your voice, with that soft tone, scold his friend with that familiar warmth you always used to direct at him with the softest of gaze, an angel unlike the sea of rich bastards he meets at the galas who only communicate with him to form connections, advantages by being associated with a family of the wayne's.

it's only when you're stripped away from him that he realizes how much he relishes your sweet occupancy into his heart, how there's always been an unbidden, forbidden chamber in his heart that beats for the love you offer him that was unlike the harsh environment he was born in.

he's never been adorned with such a delicate title that portrays him the opposite of what he's raised to be; damian has always been the blood son, son of the bat and heir to the demon king's throne, but never something as fond, as unforeseen as someone's baby.

it just thwarts the spark of hope in his heart and extends the lump in his throat at the scene that plays before him, the loving nickname you oh-so carefully address him now relinquished and graced to another boy, his friend no less— who you considered yours, who he's aware is way more deserving of being called your baby rather than him, who had always denied you from the very start.

"jon, baby, you help me clean the windows tomorrow, alright, young man? it's stained with all your fingerprints!" you scold him as assertively as you can, kneeling down to his level and pinching his cheeks all while grinning at the boy. jon retorts with a tongue out his lips and a scrunch of his nose. it garners a laugh from you, one damian swore he's never heard sounded so desirable until now.

why are you calling jon your baby?

"not my fault, mom/dad! i get so excited to see you come home every time you have to return there!" damian seethes at the scene of jon's pouting and puppy-eyes looking up at you, that should've been him.

"can't you just stay here? forever?"

damian despises how he engraves the melody of your laughter in reply to jon's words, right into his eardrums, but omits the disgustingly sweet chirp in your voice calling jon, not him, your baby. his mind nips away at the memories at all the moments you addressed him too, and how he always rejected and corrected you to call him by his name like a proper person rather than a maniac pushing themself into his life.

he doesn't want to ever hear you address him, if it means it's not by his nickname that you now call jon.

damian couldn't even deny how the huge grin that stretches across your face at the sight of his best friend scalds him with bitterness, he wasn't even aware you're capable of such enjoyment, not when back at the manor your hesitant with even displaying a tinge of happiness— as if you're capable of doing so, not when he knows he's one of the main contributors for being the reason of your current affair.

and yet he wishes he could lie and say he didn't miss it, miss your expectant stare at him, the contrast of talia's comfort compared to yours, when the hugs you offer him, the gifts carefully curated to his preferences, the palpable love that never once wavered for your family that you could never call yours, they all seem like a distant dream now that you're away from them; from him.

it hurts watching you two communicate even further, for once it's him in the background watching like an outsider instead of you. for once, he understands what isolation feels like, what foreboding desires fester deep into his scarred soul that could only be cured with one of the softest cuddly hugs, the sweetest, flutter of your lashes as you stare oh-so fondly at jon like he meant the world to you, like it was only the two of you in the world embracing the light filtering through the windows, side by side, inseparable.

if there was one wish he could conjure, a desire he was trained to forfeit himself to feel that creeps its way into the depths of his guarded heart— it's that once you put jon into bed - even if it takes hours, even his heart feels like it's being squeezed out of blood watching your nightly, affectionate routine with jon; reading him bedtime stories, eating together, laughing lightly at the dinner table while you feed him your share of the plate, moments he never thought he felt compelled to spend with you - once he strikes at the perfect opportunity to talk to you, to confront your blunder of choosing them over him, of his woes towards your relationship—

he wishes, with unceasing faith, that you still love him enough to call him your baby once more.

a/n: let this blow up and i might just actually fix my schedule to give more updates. anyways, more damian wayne and jon kent content! one of my fave runs is with supersons and i love fluff paired with angst too so this is a win-win. pls leave in some comments about this series, since ngl i didn't give it as much love as i did for a&a 😭 so yes! mitski inspired chapter with more conflicting feelings. i'm still working around writer's block but everyone's undying support helps motivate me a lot!!!

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@starrydollita, @vellichorandhiraeth, @chericia, @queenofspades403, @naina326, @neerathebrightstar, @lilyalone, @sweetconnoisseurgardener, @nickey-diano, @tsuniio, @ssak-i, @kore-of-the-underworld, @lollipoppersposts, @peptox, @kdjhubby, @weirdcore-fantasy.

Aesthetically pleasing activities that you can start doing right now

Grab a random book you have at home, read few pages and underline all the words or phrases that inspire you most , search for their meanings or use them to create your own poetry.

Fill out a gratitude list.

Set a daily reminder on your phone to drink water.

Practice belly breathing.

write down about your best self, who is she like ? and how can you move closer into being her ? when you’re done hang that paper you used in a place where you can see it daily.

Stretch for 15 minutes.

put on nice comfortable clothes.

Loose yourself into the internet archives https://archive.org/

Repeat after me, We deserve and still have time to be all the things we want to be! ( if necessary write it on a post it and keep it near you as a reminder.)

Start a recipes journal.

Start a Commonplace book , if you don’t know what that is let me explain  “it’s a notebook/book into which notable extracts from other works are copied for personal use. 

Aww. I love this

What about Plants vs Zombies! Yuu or My little pony! Yuu?

(it's time to unlock some child nostalgia)

Hello! I’ll be doing the PvZ one ‘cause I don’t think the magic of friendship can help Yuu here much.

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I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, PvZ!Yuu brainrot!

Yuu here is eccentric and a bit crazy. Yeah, they’re manifesting Crazy Dave’s energy and also wearing the iconic saucepan helmet.

That’s just what happens when they’ve been stuck in a zombie apocalypse with no human contact for who knows how long and only have their mutant plants to accompany them as well as fight hordes after hordes of zombies every day.

One day they suddenly appeared in Twisted Wonderland and Yuu just takes it all in stride. Why? ‘CAUSE THEY’RE CRAAAZY!!!!! Kind of, anyway...

So, after some things happen that ended with Crowley dragging both Yuu and a bound Grim to the Mirror Chamber, the ceremony proceed to continue.

The students witness this weird person wearing a saucepan on their head and holding an empty plant pot—wait, does that… does that pot have eyes…?

It’s… It’s blinking…

Anyway, the mirror says that Yuu doesn’t belong to any dormitory and the fire incident ensues.

Everything was in chaos and the next thing anyone knows, there’s this blue plant thing with eyes on the previously empty plant pot that starts shooting blue projectiles at the cat that seem to slow it down until the fire settled down.

Yuu picks up Grim and smiles goofily at him but there’s this look in their eyes that tells him they understand. Of the loneliness they feel, the fear of being alone, and the desire of wanting to be accepted.

They rub their cheek against Grim softly and says, “It’s okay, kitty. You’re not alone, anymore…”

“…I’m not a cat…”

So, major crisis averted, the ceremony ends and the students go to their respective dorms.

Fast forward a little later and Yuu and Grim gets Ramshackle as their home after learning that they were from another world.

Yuu takes one look at Ramshackle and they already have multiple plans of filling it up with plants.

Just imagine being Crowley visiting Yuu and Grim the next day to tell them they need to clean the Main Plaza for their janitorial duty only to see a bunch of what looks to be sunflowers with faces planted in a neat row not far away, swaying gently and glowing lightly before a miniature sun pops out of them which Yuu grabs nonchalantly.

Grim’s there too, helping with catching the sunlight.

“What… exactly is happening here?”

“We’re collecting sunlight.”

“O…kay… And why, may I ask?”

“In case the zombies come and try to eat my brains!”

Crowley obviously never gets a proper answer so he just tells the duo of their job for today and goes on his way, still wondering where those sunflowers with faces even came from.

So anyway, the chandelier falling event happens and the single braincell group gets sent to the mines to get a magic crystal.

The Dwarf Mine’s monster’s pretty durable and even after being crushed under the weight of Deuce’s summoned cauldrons, it could still move.

So Yuu did the most reasonable thing they could think of and planted a Doom-shroom next to the monster.

Grim becomes curious of it since he was briefly informed by Yuu of what the plants they have can do but he doesn’t exactly know their specific abilities.

“Henchuman! Is that a mushroom? Why is it sleeping? What does it do?”

“They’re sleeping because they’re nocturnal! As for what they can do, well…”

Grim just watches Yuu break out into a crazy smile before tapping the mushroom with what seems to be a coffee bean.

Yuu then proceeds to scoop up Grim and lock their arms around Deuce and Ace’s own before dragging them all away.

Grim, Ace, and Deuce sees the plant wake up and then just… explodes.

They watch in horrified fascination at the place the Doom-shroom used to be and the massive crater that decided to take its place.

“Heh… boom…” Was all Yuu said, chuckling lightly to themselves.

So anyway Grim, Ace, and Deuce banned Yuu from planting the shroom unless they really, really had a good reason to do so.

Speaking of Doom-shroom, Yuu may be slightly crazy but they’re not crazy enough to ever give or even let Jade learn of Doom-shroom’s existence.

Or Hypno-shroom, for that matter, because who knows how many people they’d force into a contract if they ever used it.

So anyway, Yuu and Grim become students of NRC and people get to know Yuu as that weird person who always carry around a usually empty plant pot that had eyes and seemed to be sentient.

They also sometimes speak in grumbles and gibberish which confuses others most often than not but they eventually realizes that Yuu’s a good person who likes to help others.

Anyway, every time Floyd sees Yuu, he tries to squeeze them.

If Yuu can’t escape in time from Floyd’s grasp, they always plant a Chomper in their pot which proceeds to bite Floyd’s head. That was all it does, though. It doesn’t hurt Floyd or anything. Floyd just finds the plant’s attempt at eating him funny which makes his hold on Yuu loose enough for them to escape.

Also, aside from Doom-shroom and Hypno-shroom, Yuu’s willing enough to show Jade the rest of the mushroom plants.

Jade’s favorite is the Scaredy-shroom. He just finds it cute whenever they try to hide from him.

Anyway, I imagine the pult plants’ ‘ammo’ can be eaten. Imagine Ruggie befriending a bunch of these and the plants just lets Ruggie take some of their ‘ammo’ to bring back with him. Infinite food strats, my friends. Ruggie’s gonna go places.

Also, there’s Marigold but the questions is, would Marigold produce Twisted Wonderland’s currency or the currency from Yuu’s world?

“I don’t want to destroy this place’s economy… I’m not that crazy.”, says Yuu.

Also, the overblot…

Imagine Yuu planting a Repeater on the pot and whoever overblotted mocks them because what can a piece of pea do to them?

Cue Repeater turning into a Gatling Pea.

Additionally, Cob Cannons. Hecc, even a simple Cherry Bomb can do the job and knock the overblot boys out in an instant. The Doom-shroom is still banned as usual, though.

Yuu literally has access to military-grade firepower, everyone should fear them. Well, assuming they have enough sunlight, that is, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for them.

Imagine Deuce and Ace entering Yuu’s Zen Garden and sees a heccing Doom-shroom there, completely awake.

After the initial panic, they soon find out from Grim that it can actually choose whether to detonate itself or not which makes them significantly relax since there wasn’t any danger of it blowing up anytime soon, right? Right?

Yuu planting Planterns all over Ramshackle to save on electricity bills.

Wait, does Ramshackle even have working electricity? Or does it use magic?

Yuu gave Epel a Cattail on a pot one time.

Epel was a bit offended because he thought Yuu was mocking him for being cute-looking.

Yuu: “You remind me of a Cattail. Cute-”

Epel: *offended noise*

Yuu: “-and also very deadly.

Epel: :0

Epel then finds out that Cattail can shoot sharp projectiles out of their tail that homes in on people or things they considered as an enemy. It instantly became his favorite plant.

Epel was very confused when the cat-looking plant started barking, though.

Yuu gives others plants if they know the others won’t use it for nefarious reasons. They’d know if they did and it would be extremely easy to take the plant away from them without the other’s knowledge.

When Yuu finds out about Silver’s tendency to sleep a lot, they were very curious if their Coffee Bean would work on him.

Lilia walking in on the sight of Yuu lightly tapping the Coffee Bean in their hand against sleeping Silver’s face. He has pictures.

Sadly, the Coffee Bean does not work.

Yuu asks Silver if they want to take a bite out of the Coffee Bean to see if it’d help him stay awake but Silver refused because he didn’t really have the heart to take a bite out of the bean, especially when it was looking at him with wide eyes and a smile on its little bean face.

Yuu and Grim talking one night and Yuu casually says,

“You know Grim. I like it very much in this place. It has humans in it and no zombies. The zombies in my world aren’t really friendly and they keep trying to eat my brain but I need my brain so I don’t let them.”

“…Your world has what now?”

BYE-

bitches be like "i'm the strongest" and then get sealed inside a rubik's cube forever bc they can't get over their ex

Fun Ways to Meet Characters

Thieves stealing important objects from the main characters and then being forced somehow into a found family situation

Saving a character’s life by doing something like taking an arrow/bullet

By losing a bet with a stranger and then teaming up

Gambling with a shifty character and getting really mad at them, only for them to later end up saving the other character’s life

Meeting the other in an arranged marriage and actually liking them (or really, really hating them)

Or having a chaotic dynamic where they irritate each other but they’re equally chaotic, so they become the mischievous duo in the found family

By bickering over the last piece of food at a banquet

Getting hired as a servant or maid, or some other serving position

By accidentally almost killing a character, only for them to join the found family and literally never stop bringing up that first meeting

BEST accounts to follow as a writer

It's been a long time since my last visit here on Tumblr, right? So, as a comeback and since you loved my masterpost of websites for writers, I am bringing you my favorite Tumblr blogs to follow if you're a writer and are interested in finding lots of inspo on your timeline, as well as prompts, tips, and useful resources. Shall we start?

PROMPTS:

@givethispromptatry

@dailystoryprompts

@here-haveaprompt

@dark-fiction-and-angst

@youneedsomeprompts

@deity-prompts

@whygodohgodwhy

@writinghoursopen

@fluffyomlette

@promptsforthestrugglingauthor

@novelbear

@gfuckign

@ghostly-prompts

WORLD BUILDING INSPO / PROMPTS:

@worldbuildingprompts

@locationbuildingprompts

@wbqotd

@wildworldwritingprompts

@worldbuilding-question

@thealpha-chronicles

@happyheidi

@enchantedengland

@ancientsstudies

@greeksblog

OC PROMPTS:

@yourocdoeswhat

@questionsforyourocs

@oc-question

@oc-dev

@characterization-queries

@oc-factoids

@tag-that-oc

@some-oc-questions

GENERAL WRITING ADVICE:

not all of the following accounts post things but they reblog useful info

@writing-with-olive

@tstrangeauthor

@everythingwritingg

@writerthreads

@heywriters

@thewritersphere

@writelively

PS: If you think your account fits any of these categories, feel free to comment! Someone will check it out!!! :D

BRO 😭

Apparently Cater's hair isn't actually tied up, it's not even half it's a pompadour. I'm guessing he added the hairclip so it would look like his hair is tied

( pompadour ; in which the hair is turned back off the forehead in a roll )

: you can find this in the magical archives

All this time my whole life is a lie 😭😭😭

LMFAO

LMFAOOO GET HIS ASS

BAGGFSYWKA HOW DO YOU WRAP A GIFT???????

I suck at this so much like what the hell is this.

Its look so sad I can't 😭

JWHSGSGSJZBWKbaka AM STRUGGLING

IT LOOK SO PATHETIC MY GOD. I'M GLAD THAT A KID IS GOING TO RECEIVE THIS 😭😭

Advanced sorry for my nieces and nephew for the ugly ass wrapped gift they're going to receive 💀