ayato choses family over everything else, the zeal in his voice and the innate darkness in his eyes when he said he would make sure his family stays safe did something to me! >~<

genre: fluff and smol angst | warnings: arranged marriage, ayato being feral, kidnapping!

imagine being married to him, it was not a love affair; ayato rarely had time for anything like it after taking the role as the yashiro commissioner. after his father’s demise, the role and politics was all he knew. his fate was to be married to one of the known clans and strengthen the power of the kamisato clan. as expected from a clan head, right?

the marriage did end up as a contract however… you were shoved as luggage to the kamisato estate for being a part of the so called powerful and noble family. you were treated like a princess, thoma tended to you whenever he could, the other house keepers, ayaka, everyone made sure you felt at ease & felt spoiled. you were already used to it damn it! it didn’t make you feel better, only worsening the realization that you are a toy in the hands of the tricommission.

it was until ayato and you finally talked to each other… that the clouded vision you had about yourself, your married life & your future got cleared out. “i want to talk to you as your husband, y/n. not as the yashiro commissioner, not as the clan head. i want the conversation to be… personal. the agenda- uh, excuse me, the focus would be us. or— better yet, the focus would be you,”

eventually you slowly start opening up to him, and behold you going home 5 months pregnant. of course the security is so tight knit that not even a bird can pass through. treasure hoarders? assassins? fatui recruits? who knew they were all going to take advantage of this situation and attack you!?!

two things happened that day, 1) you realized how much ayato loved you. or loves you—

2) you feared his wrath, no one needs to be on the other side of it. no one. not even your worst enemies. the ruthless, cold, blinding rage that he had. all you saw was the red of his sword. the splashes of blood on his white suit.

what’s ironical was how tender he became the moment he saw you. rushing towards you; getting on his knees and hugging your stomach tightly, mumbling incoherent apologies and soft sorries. “if only i was late, i can’t dare to imagine the consequences of- i am sincerely sorry, my love.”

I KEPT DOWNLOADING AND DELETING TUMBLR FROM MY PHONE PLS

IVE BEEN GOOD!! I TURN 18 NEXT YEAR AYAYAYAYA

BUT WHY? You know you’ll keep coming back to tumblr so why not let it be~

SO TRUE AHAHAAA im gonna keep it and maybe start writing lil drabbles and headcannons 👀

I KEPT DOWNLOADING AND DELETING TUMBLR FROM MY PHONE PLS

IVE BEEN GOOD!! I TURN 18 NEXT YEAR AYAYAYAYA

The Prodigal Sword - Dainslief x Khaenri'ah Heir Reader

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Dainslief was never one to lose his composure for anything, even if he was on a mission that required his utmost attention and urgency, but once he sensed you call to him in the tongue of his old home, every cell in his body trembled with desperation to find you.

the blonde immortal sprinted through Teyvat as fast as his body could carry him, eyes wide and scanning every face for yours and yours alone while his mind replayed the few memories of Khaenri'ah's elegance and your family's rule that he had. he had to fight the tears attempting to rise into his eyes as night fell and he stormed through the mountainous plains of Liyue, not stopping for a moment.

but as Dainslief ran, not wasting time on any enemies who were alerted to his presence, the one thing that came to his awareness more than anything is how he had failed. Khaenri'ah, his home and your nation, had burned before his eyes and he had failed in his duty too protect it and you.

the pain of that burden froze his heart long before he was cursed with immortality, the ache of not being at your side for more years than he could bear, but he couldnt do anything about it. but maybe, he thought as he ran to you, towards the pressure of you whispering his name in his beloved and long lost mother tongue, maybe when he met you again now, things could be different.

"what will the CHILDREN learn from Chris Rock getting slapped-"

I dunno, maybe that making fun of medical conditions isn't funny and will get your ass slapped?

Or that violence is an answer to certain questions, specifically the question of, "what do I deserve after making a career out of punching down?"

rb this to give the person you reblogged this from a gold star because they’ve been stellar today and they deserve it ⭐️

this 50′s hungarian comic strip I’d never heard of until now is so damn cute for something that also gets so horny

It helps that the writer was trying to create something he hoped would appeal to women as much as men.

Yeah and I think where it really succeeds vs. modern anime wifey fantasy shit is that Jucika really is just a character super comfortable with being sexual, likes looking sexy and even has no shame in using it to get her way:

….But at the same time, she doesn’t tolerate being objectified against her wishes:

….And the comic takes her side in both cases, whereas I’ve seen countless modern narratives in which this same character would have only been framed as like a Slutty ™ Bitch ™ or full blown villain.

One of the things I also really like about this comic, besides what’s already been stated, is that the humor isn’t always about her being sexy. Sometimes it’s just about other goofy things in her life!

oh yes many of them are experienes just anybody can relate to

but then there’s also the time she just….built a functional AI?

she just didn’t predict how the robot rebellion would really manifest

I love how there isn’t a single dialogue bubble, yet you can fully understand what’s happening.

Always reblog Jucika.

'kids these days have it easy' thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we're here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank

John Adams: “I study war and diplomacy, so that my son may study trade and commerce, so that his son may study art and music.”

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.

Here’s how to do it right:

(some troll gave me shit about only providing overly “feminine” examples. I would have been happy to ignore them…but there are so many great examples on how to draw perfectly acceptable (not racist) full-lipped male characters, in the end, I couldn’t resist.)

Since this is making the rounds again, I’m reblogging the version with both sets of examples.

Dark Secrets

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ohh yay april fools is coming up /sar

pls remember to tag unreality on april fools !!!! just bc its april fools doesn't mean u get to post unreality w/o consequences. be mindful of psychotic people and people with paranoia. dont start huge rumors or spread political misinformation

non-psychotics r obligated to rb this btw

Just so you all know, fic comments cure depression and writer’s block.

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

Scheduling this to post on March 15 because it needs to happen.

March 15 again and here we go…

ugh damn it now that ive seen this and will def forget about it in the morning i have to stay up another hour to reblog it cuz of stupid timezones

I post this every year but it’s worth it to remind myself to plant flowers, in the garden and in my mind and whenever I get a chance, in the hearts of others.