#; [ these may not make sense im quite literally projecting onto this man ]

[sakamaki-richter]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. . . || richter.

summary. the little, easily missable & hard to decode behaviours.

notes. something short and simple. don’t be fooled all of these aren’t happy. i love to think of richter’s body language. also these could very much just not make sense bc i’m projecting ! (richter is just like me fr though so its fine 🙄)

sleeve ruiner. he’s honestly been doing this since he was a kid. and ofc in the more recent years he doesnt have a sleeve to ruin but thats neither here nor there. he doesn’t know how to give verbal cues (or why they’re important) but if you catch this man getting too overwhelmed prepare for him to grip your sleeve. <3 (also doesn’t help that sometimes his change in expression is minuscule sksks).

knuckle cracking. there’s a specific way to crack knuckles that i’m thinking of but idk how to describe it in words. think kaneki from tokyo ghoul though. that ‘form’ of it. anyways— whether his knuckles need to be popped or not, in conversations especially he’ll sometimes crack them/make the motion of cracking them to fill in space. becomes easy to tell he really doesn’t want to be doing

finger tapping. this is hyper specific bear with me; i’ve no doubt that this man just taps his fingers normally if he needs something to do with his hands, however specifically tapping only his middle finger when troubled/distressed and in thought. he doesnt have a stead train of tapping with all of his fingers, instead almost anxiously tapping only the middle one.

eye twitches (?). this one may be more obvious it may not. tbh i could probably go on for a good minute about how important eye contact is for richter however this specific one is eye contact with someone taller than/above him. makes him feel a bit on edge, so he’ll squint/twitch & relax his eyes a few times in an attempt to compose himself. (not having eye contact makes him anxious but then actively meeting someone’s gaze like that is not better ‼️ poor baby.)

[altruistic-meme]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hi dear!!! i definitely don't mind AT ALL i love getting questions!!!! i probably have answered this question before, but this is one of those things that's subject to change pretty often as i find new characters and they take over from older ones :] so i will probably never give the exact same answer twice dksvjsdfh

ok ok that said, let me see... in no particular order:

Damianos of Akielos (Book: Captive Prince trilogy) quite literally THE man of all time. THE man of my dreams. he is such a beautifully written character who is so complex and interesting to read!! he is so gentle and caring despite his size, and he has a confidence i can only aspire to.

Neil Josten (Book: All For The Game trilogy) unhinged maniac 🧡 no but genuinely he is such a good main character. everything about him and his narration pulls you in to the story. he is the most unreliable narrator. his perspective is so skewed. also my namesake!!

Nakahara Chuuya (Anime/Series: Bungo Stray Dogs) i may or may not have somewhat of an obsession with him right now. he is literally so pretty that i throw my phone. but also he is so unbearably human in an incredibly tragic way, and he is that way because he actively chooses to be. he is a high ranking member of the mafia and he loves dogs and he promised his dying friend that he would save someone else and he is so loyal and bright. i am going to stop while im ahead bc 90% of my thoughts right now are about Chuuya so i could genuinely go on forever.

Victor Nikiforov (Anime: Yuri!!! ON Ice) he is so sad

Hinata Shoyo (Anime: Haikyuu!!) he is just so fucking BRIGHT!!! unlike Victor, Hinata is the exact opposite of me in almost every sense. it is so hard for me to watch anyone else when he's on the screen. he is just joy and energy incarnate and i want to be his friend so bad.

Spiderman (TV Show/Movie/Comic) this is a cheat because it's just. every iteration of spiderman. i love him. just your friendly neighborhood spiderman!! i have such a soft spot for Miles Morales' spiderman in particular due to the spiderverse movies, but i also really loved all of the live action spiderman movies. and we can't forget the tv show!!!

Prince Wilhelm (Show: Young Royals) fucking babygirl. yet another sad wet cat of a character who i project onto immensely. he is just so complex and interesting and so real and flawed and just. listen. having the weight of the world rest on your shoulders as you struggle with trying to make friends and fight your anxiety and handle your mother all by yourself is something i have dealt with too. i can't put into words all my thoughts about him right now, but rest assured there are More.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (Book: How to Train Your Dragon series) don't get me wrong, i love the movie version of him as well, but they are such different characters. and the book version of Hiccup has an incredibly special place in my heart. httyd is such a comfort read for me, and it was huge for me getting to grow up with Hiccup. he is just a fucking little guy and he goes through so much. but he keeps going. he didn't deserve any of it and he fights so hard to make sure no one else has to go through it like he did. gods i love him.

Charlie Spring (Comic: Heartstopper) same as with Hiccup, i love him in the show as well but to me the characters are so different and i just relate so much more to the comic version of him! he is a mess and i love him and relate to him. i wish i had what he has. i am also so proud of how far he has come!! and he reminds me to be proud of myself, too. also see; sassy motherfucker.

Kenai (Movie: Brother Bear) a strange choice, maybe, but this movie means SO much to me. it is a huge comfort movie. and Kenai, by virtue of being the main character, clearly gets the leg up as the favorite. but it's so amazing seeing him grow as a person (or. well. bear). he's funny, he tries so hard, he wants so much. and he's just a kid!! he learns so much!!

there are definitely some patterns in my favorite characters that i am going to choose not to look too closely at :') i have so many characters i adore. this was so hard ;;;

[seoafin]

tbh,, i havent read the raws of the interview yet, only the translated ver from fan-translator and b4 i start, i think that this will be just me talking in circle and in no particular order AND a real mess (my brain does weird things after exams) but uhh here we go

gojou collects talented people, and by doing so he finds the people he can most probably relate to, except that he can't, not really, because something in the universe shifted when he was born. and it makes me think of how he's always known it, that he is special, and he's proven it, time and time again— he wants to take in talented ppl and he does, but there rly isn't much he can do for them. for they are talented, more talented than the world can understand,,

but they aren't gojou satoru

gojou took in megumi, bc he knew megumi was strong, and would grow up to be someone even stronger, but gojou can't facilitate or encourage his growth, bc for all they're similar, they are so fundamentally different. ALSO,, while geto was in his life, gojou rly judged everything according to his understanding of geto’s moral compass. gojou wears a human suit and geto is how he learnt to wear it well 🏃

the dragonfly analogy regarding to geto’s response to gojo, who was shown wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata in HI arc,, i’m trying to not think abt the fact that dragonfly symbolized victory in jpn....pain. i quoted from a web here for more explanation : In Japan the dragonfly is known as the "victory insect", or kachimushi, because of its hunting prowess and also because it is known to never retreat. Dragonflies are agile and fast fliers and can even hover, but never fly backwards

and bringing this up again, matricide and patricide are 2 of the 5 worst act to commit in buddhism, and it was said that if u commit one of those act u’re going to spend a real long time in the deepest pit of hell before continuing the samsaric cycle (higher chances to be born as an animal after that probs)— this might be geto’s divine retribution. held no power over his own body and could be considered that he’s the same as those “monkeys” 💀

ALSO the fact that sukuna's interest is "eating" rly drives home his hedonistic philosophy of seeking pleasure for himself. and he’s a cannibal...makes me think if he’ll just chomp on ppl with the mouth on his stomach

randomly, to date i think he hasn't really called himself a human, shaman, or a curse, and has held himself apart from all 3, and we've also the intro of the cursed wombs so i wonder if he’s trying to become, or is, a different entity altogether

so onmyoji got mentioned in the interview and what they practice is called onmyodo and abe no seimei and kano no yasunori were the notable practitioners,, and the kamo in jjk is the same as irl who served the imperial court back then

maybe i was right when i said that the relation between the govt. and jujutsu elders are similar to how the shogunate and imperial court work (ie, the former holds the actual power) but... lets see later,,

and i cant believe that i actually nailed it on the analogy of jujutsu practices by religion,,, so mahayana buddhism, shintoism, and taoism is present in jjk along with their respective jujutsu practices...but between the 3, it shld (?) be taoism > shintoism > mahayana buddhism (which could took a path to pure land buddhism)

it’s weird that the number of curses are supposedly higher in jpn comparable to other countries when taoism was brought from china....tengen sus

so the zenin family tree is sth like :

brothers: [toji's dad] ; naobito ; ougi

so toji, naoya, and maki & mai are cousins of the same generation

[toji's dad] → jinichi (probs) ; toji → megumi

naobito → other brothers, naoya

ougi → maki, mai

but yea i’d call anyone who’s within/close or below my age range as cousins and others above 30 as uncles/ aunts LMFAO,, i dont rly memorize my own family tree 😭😭 especially since most call the other by honorifics instead of names : aunt, uncles etc or attaching said honorifics at the end of a name for an older sibling figure/ older cousins [but like ppl in my country also call the other who are older with sibling honorific even if we’re strangers,,, rly similar to korea’s hyung/oppa—eonnie(unnie)/noona but some uses more genderless honorific] (1)

tw // topic of incest, mentions of abuse

if anyone got the wrong idea when reading this : i am not glorifying/ romanticising incest(uous themes),, i’m looking at this with absolutely no lenses of bias even tho im rly against it

初恋 = literally : first love, or puppy love

恋 = romantic love/ deep longing

i literally don't know how else to put this...🧍and with language barrier...using a western interpretation of the eng word "love" to explain a jpnese term is not quite that simple, unfortunately

that thread omg,, i rly do understand how exactly someone could associated kindness with love bc of my upbringing, it was when i was slightly older that i was just...oh so its not like that orz,,, so the most plausible explanation would be that

but the problem is that,, akutami never specify when exactly she had a crush on them,, and when megumi answered todo’s question she had a “♡” reaction 😶,, uhmmm there’s rly no way to look past this if its this way or be in denial

i’ve seen some of "why wouldn't mai react that way after hearing megumi say he'd like someone who's compassionate when she's surrounded by men like naoya",, well I MEAN,,, that, but also mai probs admires that megumi grew up so well out of the clan, regardless of the fact that he had the foundation (10 shadows) to do so. imo she seems happy for him the way she can't be for maki, bc maki ultimately had to leave her behind

hate to say it but yea,, the 3 clans most likely still practice inbreeding in order to preserve their power and presumably their wealth too 😀

i had an idle thought abt it at first but i filed it deep in the back of my mind asap,, bc i ont wanna jump to conclusion abt this out of all things too early. it’s probably not even in jjk, but all those elite clans in other ani/mangas that produce powerful heirs and whatnot also do the same,,, but this way of (my personal) thinking was influenced when i first got into tsukihime (type-moon),,, i read abt the nanaya family background and found out that they practice that in order to keep their bloodline “pure” (to keep it short : they have an optical power),, and i had this kind of assumption ever since so there’s that

i’m,, convinced the zenins' inbreeding made it more difficult for them to get powerful shamans bc they got 2 jujutsu technique-less children with heavenly restrictions in the same generation: toji & maki

even more convinced that maki might be a bit stronger than toji bc toji could see curses without aid while maki can't so the pay-off must be higher,,, SJJASN IDK ,,, plus naoya sort of implies his older brothers are nothing compared to him, and idk if we should take that as his arrogance or that his older brothers rly are weak/powerless. it would make sense as to why naobito had a lot of sons, ig, as head of clan

i feel so bad that if one of the factors that can caused heavenly restriction is inbreeding,, toji and maki and mai had no say in how they wanted to be born but are scorned for it,, typical asian families projecting their traumas and ideals onto their kids but get mad when they realize that those ideals are ugly...😁😁😁

since the zenin are conservative,, i wonder if they still hold onto old jpnese dining traditions. where in ancient jpn, hierarchical relationships were made readily apparent even within families. a dining table where everybody sat down and ate as equals would be unheard of. rather, each individual is given their own table that indicates their status,,, someone who is not considered “strong” according to the zenin’s views most likely have no place at the table, and probs eat when those who are “strong” finished/ serve them when they are eating

if toji was tossed into a swarm of curses,, i dont think abuse during said time is below them,,,

the zenin clan was already great, but they further amassed power and strength by, what i assume to be, marrying and adopting powerful individuals into the clan 🤔 ,,, i imagine they're like the hiiragi but without doing what they did to shinya (ons reference)

BUT after all that, i like to think that since akutami’s a big horror fan, jjk might be an outlet to explore said topics or even darker ones, so i wouldnt be that surpised abt it. given that there’s more than enough “red flags” before this was dropped : a reference to “tale of hikaru genji” when a grown woman asked for gojou’s number in HI arc (out of all things); granny who transformed into the man’s daughter, sat on his lap and man just touched her waist; mei mei and ui ui ; and...this (incestous theme is in the novel btw)

lets not start with whatever the fuck in kubo’s head in the interview otherwise i’m writing paragraphs with every curse words possible,, those big 3 mangakas are so— UGH,, a planet w out (cis) men like him sounds real good rn 😌 if one of yall out there decide to do it,, pls hmu rly cant do this shit anymore

akutami said i like my men pretty and i like women who will step on my neck and spit in my face (I REMEMBERED TATSUKI FUJIMOTO’S INTERVIEW WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABT MAKIMA AND IT WAS SO 😭😭😭😭) but ykw,, love that for both of them <3

when i said 3 : one piece, bleach, naruto. aside from the blatant depiction/ characterize of women in those 3,, idk if some ppl arent aware yet but oda is friends with two (2) convicted pedos,, man...the major disappointment and disgust when i first find out abt it

anyways this is just my 2 cents (which i think rightfully belong to the trash can) so pls just take this w a lil to no grain of salt - 🐱

YEAH THE ♡ LMFAO I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A “good answer ♡“ heart BUT NOW IM RE-EXAMINING?????

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if the three clans practiced inbreeding. but ik people are going to be  😡😡😡😡😡 about it when the queen of fucking england is literally married to her (something) cousin. i’m not justifying it but like....love the double standards, just as always with the west 😍

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING PED* LIST THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN JAIL. JAILLLLL. it’s all so gross. that’s why i fucking hate when people look towards manga for positive representation because the chances of that are super slim to zero, especially since the industry is saturated with misogyny and ped******* and a lot of other gross stuff.

i think ppl forget jjk is a horror manga LOL so obviously it’s going to confront darker themes. the question is whether it’s going to be done tastefully or not......

[reversecreek]

clicks onto the dash wearing kitten heels n coyly holding my bang....... hi. me again. it took me so long to select a gif to use on cricket’s intro n i settled on this one bc he looks so unsure abt his smile n it’s rly his essence <3 u can find his pinterest board here n his (work in progress) spotify playlist here. hmu to plot!!! 

* alex wolff, cis male + he/him | you know cricket donahue, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to should have known better by sufjan stevens like, a million times this year, which slipping on wet leaves to photograph a tree struck alight by lightning, delivering a tedtalk to your own reflection to hype yourself up to buy groceries, hiding your hands inside of your sleeves in case you grew an impromptu megan fox thumb overnight thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 1st, so they’re a libra, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

cricket ws born to a couple tht lived in lilac ridge. their trailer was tucked closest to the woods n always fell under the shade. it was like the leaves wanted to pretend they were a perpetual hanging cloud on the family n that was kind of fitting. their only reason fr having him in the first place was a kind of shrugged like........... we’re under the income bracket we’d get child benefits so why not! may as well try it to rake in some extra cash! needless to say they didn’t rly think it thru or anticipate all of the responsibilities tht came w children n wound up seeing him as an extremely large burden n boy didn’t he know it!

(child neglect & abuse tw) i’ll try to keep this part vague n brief but things were Not Good for cricket growing up. people in lilac ridge didn’t like his parents n it was for a gd reason. he remembers foggy things. being little n wandering around combing the grass with a stick to search for wrappers to suck on bc he was hungry. feeling uneasy when the front door opened. finding out his name was cricket bc the insects used to crawl into their trailer thru the vents n his parents liked to squish them into the carpet -- his mum told him as much once. i think this says a lot. to excessively trim the fat of the story he wound up entering the system at around 8 after his latest and most serious hospital visit. his parents hd to deal w the authorities n last he heard they bounced to evade charges.

(anxiety & violence & trauma tw) cricket sustained a few lifelong injuries from his time in lilac ridge. his knee didn’t heal right which meant he had (n still has to this day) a limp n he’s partially deaf in one ear. he’s always been an incredibly insecure n anxious person so this mde him rly self conscious going into a strange n new environment tht wld b difficult fr any kid to adjust to, nvm w these added worries. he jst felt like something weird to ogle at honestly. he probably wld have felt like that no matter where he was or what he looked like. he cld be in a huge hall of 200 people all wearing the same uniform n he’d still feel like the odd one out. needless to say this didn’t rly help him make friends

cricket’s coping mechanisms were romanticising the things tht other people found ugly or embarrassing or painfully ordinary. he liked it when the rain hit clunky drops against school windows n forbid everyone from playing outside bc he could feel the vibrations through the rubber soles of his shoes n it was a little bit like hearing all of the world at once fr just a moment. he liked medieval fantasy lore about stout gnomes w crumbs in their beards n cheeks red from ale. he liked fallen nests with the remnants of hatched eggs still dirty from the branches n soil they’d hit on the way down. he liked the way the sunlight leaked thru the leaves of the trees in the woods and how, when he sat very still, he could tune into the ringing that was always in his ear n pretend it was coming from the same place, that light thru the leaves, that the angels were trying to talk to him.

he spent a lot of time in the red room at his high skl (i’m begging u this is not a 50 shades reference) (after googling i jst realised it’s called a darkroom bt i’m leaving this fr the sake of sexy bimbo authenticity) n felt quite at home in there. he borrowed a camera whenever he cld (maybe he did yearbook) n photography became his way of immortalising the world as the romanticised version he wanted it to be. his memories were bad bt his photos were beautiful. maybe if he took enough they’d paste over n bleed into each other. maybe bad cld be replaced w beautiful if he tried his very best.

he got placed into fostering w a family once bt apparently didn’t meet the vibe check of their tastes so he wound up returning to the group home he’d initially been placed in. overall this is where he grew up n he aged out the system rather than getting adopted. there was a sense of floundering/isolation/not feeling gd enough in tht bt cricket made do the best he knew how. 

that said there were some gd points! (shocking i kno bc his life hs been so fking bleak so far bt please it’s ok........) (is it?) (🤔). basically he interned as an assistant at this local photography studio during high skl working under this kind of whimsical yet endearing old man. suspected wizard possibly in cricket’s eyes, as an avid fantasy genre reader. for one of his bdays said old man / his boss bought him his very own film camera n cricket cried bc he’d never been bought a bday gift. this ws rly embarrassing bc this old man didn’t know how to emote n neither did cricket so he ws jst sort of sat wiping his eyes n sniffling saying he wasn’t crying as the old man pretended to suddenly clean his lenses. when cricket graduated he offered him a full time position there. they do like. wedding photographs n family portraits n all kinds of things...... pay isn’t huge bt it’s something n he Loves taking photos so it’s sexy <3

PERSONALITY:

SUCH an anxious person it’s actually unreal. overthinks absolutely everything he’s ever said. one morning he might hv put green socks on n for the rest of the day he’s nervously looking around like omggggggg they’re all looking at my socks probably thinking im a little green sock boy thinking i’m a fool n a jester this is all everyone’s probably thinking about i hv to hide my green socks..... even tho literally no-one cares

once saw a girl eating a chicken wing n in his head was like ok she likes chicken good future gift idea..... n turned up at her house with an entire rotisserie chicken

probably thinks WAY too hard abt what to write in bday cards n googles like generic ideas that he can use.... u open a card from cricket n it always says smthn weird like “Warmest wishes and love on your birthday and always!” or “You deserve everything happy. Wishing you that all year long!” tht he got off google

nervously fiddles w things a lot. literally anything. his hair. the cuffs of his sleeves. a thread on his bag. u name it

struggles w eye contact sometimes............ it’s like. he wants to talk to ppl n make friends bt he’s honestly so bad at it. he’s fumbling thru life like a nervous headless chicken

ALWAYS has his camera on him. like always. will tke a photo of u bc he thinks u look nice then be like im so sorry im so sorry...... bowing his head shakily holding his camera bc he doesn’t even kno what possessed him he jst thought it’d be a nice photograph bt boundaries exist. probably breathes very heavily over this later in his room panicking thinking he nw seems like hannibal lecter

probably more confident online bc he has time to think abt what he says more.......... i can see him hving a group of online friends tht he���s more confident w. honestly he’s pretty witty at heart he jst has a hard time verbalising things so ppl overlook him sometimes bt once u get to know him more / he’s more comfy he can b a funny little man.....

loves photographs where he cuts something out of them. loves missing spaces n voids. thinks it’s a rly interesting concept when something that isn’t there becomes the focus of a photograph where everything else is. probably loses his mind fr a collage like a front row 1d stan. likes experimenting w light n perception. pretty artistic honestly hs probably made a stop motion film in the past bc that’s just an extended form of photography in his mind bt i doubt he showed anyone

ummm...... very sweet bt like. he reminds me a lot of this quote. “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.” feel like tht sums him up quite nicely

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone he met at a wedding: cricket probably ws forced to photograph a wedding fr his boss one time n it cld b interesting as a place to meet from that....... like. i can imagine either it being rly awkward maybe he accidentally spilled a drink on ur muse n was stuttering rly apologetic n it ws just a train wreck. or mayb they took pity on him or even (in a shocking turn of events) a shine to him n invited him to drink n dance. omgggg the thought of cricket trying to dance makes me wna die n probably mkes cricket wna hyperventilate bt idk maybe he went wild n let loose. mayb they wound up damaging the camera somehow. mayb they had to scramble to get another one n ur muse covered the cost n it was a strange late night excursion tht cricket thought about a lot since. cricket probably vowed to pay them bk somehow no matter what. idk. we can work things out. lots of diff options here. doesn’t have to b a wedding either can b any event tht required a photographer

ppl he went to school w: pretty self explanatory i suppose...... maybe they were frm completely different worlds..... mayb ur muse was popular n cricket was definitely not but they got paired fr an assignment n had to work on a project together....... mayb cricket asked ur muse on a date one time n it was completely embarrassing bc he didn’t realise they had a bf n it haunts cricket at night still bc he’s rly dramatic.... mayb ur muse felt sry fr him n ate lunch w him n inducted him into their group like a lost puppy finding a home.... world’s our oyster

neighbours from his brief time at lilac ridge: not to reference taylor swift but i’m gna reference taylor swift n say we cld do a seven inspired plot here. sighs a little..... then sighs a lot. he was here ages 0-8 so idk. we cld work out childhood plots perhaps....

sickening simp: i mean.............. cricket probably gets crushes on ppl so easily like just. anyone who’s the slightest bit nice to him.................. he’s a disgrace. ok i take it back. bt also please get it together freak............... i didn’t say that. he’d probably b extra nice to this person n try n pay close attention to things they liked so he cld get them little gifts. just a bit embarrassing n lovestruck bless his heart. wldn’t expect anything back tho honestly that just isn’t something he tends to do.

let’s go gays: cricket’s bi but he probably was rly in his head abt liking boys n tried to sort of squash it internally during his younger yrs...... i think he’s more comfy w it now MAYBE idk bt back then i picture him having a friend tht ws kind of like. similarly loserish as him perhaps (no offence to ur muse potentially filling this plot or cricket bt let’s face the facts) n they’d hang out n play games a lot n one time it jst kind of happened n he was like............. *struts in looking around sharply* What going on here? except not. bc it’s cricket. more like *shambles in looking around anxiously* What’s, uh... What’s... the happenings? S--... I’m sorry. (immediate apology for saying what’s the happenings bc nobody talks like that n it was an impulsive panic bc he didn’t know what else to say)

those who grew up in the system w him: maybe at the group home or i’d also like the family that fostered him n said sayonara. honestly i imagine the parents just thought he ws a bit too much of a handful / had too much baggage which is rly quite merciless n terrible but. if u think that aligns w ur muses home situation hmu......

um. can’t think of more bt just anything honestly. jst go wild.......

[elisaphoenix13]

Spider-Baby

Tony stared.

It was the only reaction he could manage because Peter was a baby. Not in the sense that he and Stephen referred to the boy, but an actual pint-sized human being. He allowed the boy to go on a mission with some of the Avengers after a good amount of begging from the teen, and that was only because Rhodey would be there.

But Peter did not come back the same way he left.

When the group got back, Clint approached him in the common room looking like he was walking to his execution, and held up his hands.

Don't freak out, he had said. Before he could even ask what the archer was talking about, the rest of the group walked in and the billionaire's attention immediately honed in on the toddler at Natasha's waist. Wide, brown doe eyes meet his gaze before a bright smile plasters itself on Peter's face, and the child enthusiastically reaches for him.

"Daddy!"

Tony took the boy without a second thought.

"Pete..."

"Want Mama."

Tony looks over his shoulder at Stephen to find the man still meditating--or projecting, he wasn't sure--and he was rather glad. Once the sorcerer was aware of Peter's current predicament, Mama Bear would come out and that was scary. Hell hath no fury like a protective Stephen Strange.

"He's busy baby." Tony situates him onto a hip and then glares at the others. "What happened?!"

Steve winces. "Alien tech. The effect will wear off in a couple of days."

"It better or you'll wish you were a popsicle again!"

Peter squirms in Tony's arms until the genius finally relents and sets him down, only to regret his decision. The boy quickly makes his way over to Strange and climbs onto crossed legs and everyone watches in nervous apprehension when blue eyes snap open. Stephen silently studies the child in his lap and when realization dawns on the man, he gives the group across the room an icy glare. All but Tony cringe at the intensity.

"Explain." The sorcerer snaps.

"It's temporary babe. I already yelled at them."

Stephen stands with Peter in his arms, making a point to ignore everyone but the child. "Are you hungry Spiderling?"

"Hungry!"

Tony watches the two disappear into the adjoining kitchen before returning his attention to the others. Steve and Clint watch him anxiously, Rhodey was giving him an apologetic look, and Natasha was...expressionless, as per usual. With a heavy sigh, the mechanic waves them away.

"Just...leave before Mama Bear comes out completely. I'll let you know when Peter's back to normal." When the others start to protest, Tony raises an eyebrow. "Unless you want to be tossed in another dimension."

Clint, Steve, and Natasha turn to the elevator without another word but Rhodey looks at him with a frown. "I'm sorry Tones. It was meant for me but Peter took it instead."

That was sadly believable. "Just get some rest Honey Bear."

He didn't really blame the colonel, but he wasn't going to accept the apology until he had his chatterbox teenager back. So with a sigh, Rhodey joins the others in the elevator, and when the doors close, Tony joins Stephen and Peter in the kitchen. If it was physically possible, the scene he walked in on would have had him melting into a puddle of goo. Stephen was sitting at the table with Peter happily munching on a banana on one of the man's thighs, and the man himself was reading a book laid out on the table. Half-asleep Peter had the right idea calling the sorcerer Mom. Stephen certainly acted like one when the kid was involved.

"How long do we have a baby?" Stephen asks as he turns a page.

Tony sits across from him and shrugs. "Capsicle says a couple days. Give or take. Think Peter will remember any of this?"

Peter looks up at the mention if his name and sucks on banana covered fingers until Stephen grabs a napkin and wipes them clean. "It's possible. Why? Do you plan on embarrassing him?"

"I haven't decided yet."

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Stephen was tasked with going to the store to get their temporary baby some much needed items since Peter decided that he was going to quite literally stick to the sorcerer. It did make holding him a lot easier for Stephen since his hands couldn't lift much more than a few books, and all he really had to do was hold his arm in a way that it actually looked like he was holding Peter. Like now. At the store, in the middle of the baby aisle.

He honestly never thought he would be in this position. Staring at a huge assortment of diapers, with a small child babbling in his ear about something, but Peter had gotten too excited and actual words turned into nonsense.

He could almost hear Wong laughing. Bastard.

"Stephen?"

Oh god. The sorcerer looks to the end of the aisle and finds Christine staring at him.

"Christine." He replies slowly before turning his attention to the headache inducing diaper collection.

"Sorry...I'm not going to pretend I don't see you in the baby aisle with an actual baby. When did that happen?"

"A year ago?"

Christine gives him a look. "He's older than that."

"Precisely. He's a sixteen-year-old in the body of a two-year-old." Stephen randomly grabs a couple of packages and hopes to whatever deity is listening that they fit.

"Mama! Cup!" Peter reaches out over Stephen's shoulder and the man sighs when his former coworker bursts into laughter.

"Did your cult have a little mishap?"

The sorcerer scowls. "For the last time Christine, it's not a cult. Now stop laughing."

The brunette grabs the cup Peter's pointing at and gives it to the baby with a smile. "Are you going to explain why he calls you Mama?"

"Nope."

"Come on Stephen. I can tell it's a habit. I've got time."

"What teenager calls me Mom?"

"One in a baby's body."

Stephen rolls his eyes and tosses a few more necessary items in his cart. Christine was genuinely curious and would probably tease him a bit, but there really was no harm in telling her. She knew about his relationship with Tony, and that said billionaire adopted an orphan from Queens, just not that said orphan adopted Stephen as his pseudo-mom. Or that the kid was Spiderman.

Which he would have to say something now because he dropped both of his arms without a second thought, and Christine stared as Peter easily clung to Stephen's front.

"Right..." Stephen sighs. "Christine...meet Peter. Or as you may also know him as Spiderman. Who was turned into this during a mission by alien tech."

The identity of Spiderman didn't faze her a bit, and he wasn't surprised considering she thought he joined a cult. "...who calls you Mom."

"Fine! Fine..."

Stephen tells her the story of how Mom started, and surprisingly, she didn't laugh again. She just turned her attention to Peter and cooed at him until he hid his face in Stephen's neck.

"He's cute. You should bring him by when he's back to normal."

"What for?"

"I want to see the face that melted the ice around your heart."

"Watch the news."

Christine scoffs. "For all the hype about your boyfriend adopting a kid, there was never a good look of his face."

"That's a lie. I know for a fact that a decathlon picture was leaked and it was very clear."

"Ok. Fine. I want to meet him."

Stephen sniffs and holds his hand up to Peters back while the boy plays with his iron man cup. "I'll think about it."

"It's nice to see you care about someone other than yourself."

Stephen gives her an offended look. "Obviously the fact that I'm dating Tony means nothing to you."

"You know what I mean."

He did. Stephen never really cared for kids but after meeting Peter, it didn't take long for the teen to wiggle his way into his heart. In fact, the teen simply asked him about his days as a neurosurgeon and Stephen folded. It also helped that he was one of the sweetest kids he ever met and his shenanigans actually made the sorcerer laugh.

"You're going to tell everyone aren't you?"

"No." Christine smiles. "I'm sure he'll embarrass  you all by himself."

Wasn't that the truth. "He'll do it on purpose too." Stephen throws one last item into the cart just as Peter starts demanding juice. "As you can see, I now have a thirsty child so I'll be leaving now."

Christine sniggers. "You really are a mom."

"Just for that, I'm not going to even consider coming by the hospital."

"You don't come and I'll name our technique the Palmer-Strange Technique."

"You see what I have to deal with Spiderling? A bunch of sociopaths."

Peter looks up at him with a quizzical look and then holds out the new cup. "Juice?"

Stephen sighs.

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Peter clung to Stephen for the majority of the next couple of days, and Tony was absolutely not jealous. Teenage Peter clung to him, and they had their time in the lab, so if Baby Peter wanted Stephen then so be it. His boyfriend seemed to enjoy the one on one time anyway. So did the Cloak which Peter so lovingly called Levi a couple weeks ago. For a piece of cloth, it seemed to adore the boy, and was constantly hovering around Peter ever since he was turned into a baby. Stephen almost had to beat it away because it was being so protective.

Right now, the baby was crawling all over Stephen who was somehow able to meditate through it, and Levi was watching. No doubt prepared to catch the boy if he fell even if the sorcerer was sitting on the ground. Tony was laying on the couch, lazily flipping through channels while keeping one eye on the Spiderling.

Of course it was during this that the alien magic wore off and teenage Peter found himself laying in a startled sorcerer supreme's lap and looking up at the man with the same expression.

"Holy crap! What happened?"

Peter scrambles off of Stephen's lap when the man bursts into laughter and Tony sits up.

"What's the last thing you remember Underoos?"

Peter looks at the laughing sorcerer curiously before turning his attention to Tony. "Uh...some guy was going to shoot Uncle Rhodey so I--" Brown eyes widen almost comically and the teen looks down with a violent blush. "Oh my god...please don't tell me I called you guys...Im going to go jump off the tower now."

Peter stands to do just that and both Tony and Stephen grab him, the latter at the end of his laughter.

"Spiderling, it's not much different than Mom."

Tony grins. "Since you remember, I get to tease you. FRIDAY is making a home video as we speak."

"I'm pretty sure that's child abuse." Peter mutters.

Levi then swoops over to the teen and moves him every which way to check for any injuries, nods it's collar in approval when it finds none, and wraps around the boy so tightly he falls over. Peter clenches his eyes shut as he waits for his head to violently meet the floor, but when his descent slows and it touches something relatively softer he cracks a single eye open and finds Stephen looking down at him.

"You might as well get comfortable. The cloak won't be releasing you any time soon."

"Figures. Dad, change the channel. The news is depressing."

Tony glances up at the T.V. and changes it to one of Peter's favorite shows.

"So how much did you enjoy clinging to Mama Bear?"

Peter groans loudly. "That's it! Levi, let me go. I'm jumping off the roof!"

Levi didn't.

[applekitty]

‘game dedede’ is not a good person to ship escargoon with and here’s why

im glad my escargoon analysis resonated with lots of people. i saw some comments on it, which i feel the need to reply to because they’re on my post. a small few comments have been about the main focus of this whole multi paragraph crazed yammering; game dedede

(content warning: i talk about the horror comic killing stalking for four paragraphs. wow i bet this content warning doesn’t give mood whiplash at all)

now, game dedede isn’t much of anything. he’s a non-character, as he has no discernible personality in the games that isn’t really much of anything more than a catalyst for people to project a personality onto. as are all the game characters, because kirby isn’t focused so much on plot and indepth character development as it is about the gameplay. nintendo’s always been good at gameplay,  so they have basically stuck to what they’ve known and sprinkled small plot bits around places and entirely discarded anything other than hints personalities so that way they have an excuse for pure gameplay and fun to occur. it’s the same way with mario, and zelda, and usually basically all of their properties. yes, even pokemon, though usually when pokemon gets too plot heavy we get games like sun and moon, which are basically just cutscenes upon cutsc- 

what was i talking about? oh, right, game dedede.

game dedede is usually seen by the fandom as a variety of things, but the main one is nice. and by nice i mean he is usually portrayed as someone who is typically valorous and is doing the right thing, not someone who is necessarily pleasant, though some like to make him pleasant or jolly. if you know me or have even been on my blog even once on pc you’ll notice the cool deviantart stamp i got from one of my friends. i fully agree with the things it entails; dedede not being your typical uwu ‘do nothing wrong’ monarch that he’s often now plastered as because he did the whole ‘i help this cat’ in rtdl or because he wanted to keep nightmare from coming out of the fountain in nightmare in dreamland and.. whatever the name was of the game that it was a remake of.

people usually want to be able to root for the protagonist, and since dedede was a protagonist and / or in the right in a few occasions, we want to see him as a good guy doing good guy things. and there’s plenty of different ways to take that, as there’s both evidence for and against him being a morally light character. but that’s not really the point of what i’m talking about here. regardless of your own personal opinion on how ‘game dedede’ morally is, he is not a good person for escargoon to be with. there’s a reason why i said someone should be shipping him with an oc rather than game dedede, and it’s precisely because ‘game dedede’, even if he somehow zapped into the anime verse, would not be good to ship with him.

and it’s not based on chemistry or because game dedede is secretly or openly evil or something like that. it’s purely because escargoon is still a victim of abuse. and if you’re someone with a few braincells you want him to get out of that abuse and go find a new husband who’ll love and care for him. for escargoon to get game dedede seems to make sense at first because escargoon is so devoted to the anime one, but when you look at it, it’s not healthy at all.

this is essentially taking escargoon’s old abuser, wiping away all the ‘sins’ of his character just to make it so escargoon can date him. just so he can date an idealized version of his abuser. this person is quite literally just his abuser but with a mental coat of paint. 

allow me to draw comparison.

i’m going to go off here about a comic that i warned about at the top of the post. i’m not going to go too indepth about it due to the sheer nausea i might cause people if i do. it is a rather extreme example sheerly due to the content of said comic, but i can’t think of another better one off the top of my head. there’s a comic named killing stalking which was a big note for socio-political talk i think a few years back. it was a horror comic about a killer and a stalker wherein the murderer takes the stalker in, breaks his legs, and keeps in his house. the stalker, who already had sexual interest in his kidnapper, is abused due to various here and there reasons, and then after a while the comic begins the two’s sexual-romantic yet still abusive relationship. here’s the thing. the two of the characters are both men, so the relationship is gay.

many took to tumblr and various other medias smacking the comic for the display that it created (the comic chock is full of fairly nauseating things that are worth calling disgusting, but are expected of a shock horror comic) and the association it made between gay men and murderers, as well as making gay men look predatory and dangerous. normally said comic wouldn’t have been much of a problem or very noteworthy if it were about a straight pair, but it was about this Evil Gay Murderer Pair, so it was a source of controversy like shit is an attractor of flies.

despite the controversy that the comic had gotten, and the treatment in-canon it had of its characters being very clearly evil and in the wrong and clear deservance of being detracted, something strange happened. not in the comic, but in the people who decided to support said comic. people decided to support it for a number of reasons, one being that ‘oh it’s a horror comic i like horror despite what controversy or effects it may have on people’. i remember seeing it once, on my dashboard, i think. or back in the day when i was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with this comic that everyone on my dash was just going to town on. people were shipping the two main, gay characters with eachother. and they weren’t doing it in a way that was ‘oh the murderer is so hot look at him in all this blood’ sort of way. it was in a much more.. ‘cozy’ position. it was fluffy. it was shown as cute. at first i thought it was because people were fucking weirdos, but i remember this one caption that has been recalled in perfect paraphrased clarity to me.

‘some people make aus to make their ships more angsty, but i’m out here making mine healthy lol’

people were taking the murderer, the main person who was causing the problems in the comic, and turning him into a loving husband for the stalker (who was shown as very mentally ill and in desperate need of love and attention). people were making the pairing that the comic itself showed as horrifying and awful to be fluffy and cute and devoid of any problems. so that way the victim was no longer hurt. it was an au. the murderer had a new personality, he was a changed man who never hurt anyone, so he was perfect for the stalker. that way, the ship could be had but there would be no issue whatsoever.

and to be quite honest, that’s what we have here. we have an offshoot of that. though obviously the source material is much less dangerous in our case, we still have a victim in desperate need of love in an abusive relationship with someone who hurts them. then, we have people shipping said victim with a new version of that abuser just to wipe the slate clean. just to keep the ship going without anyone objecting to it, because it can all be explained away as an au or what have you. though, i’m sure the ship in killing stalking was very much bashed by people (at least, i hope it was), while this one isn’t.

i can hear my strawman in the replies already going ‘well thanks for the tangent. but ching, game dedede’s a different person. he is legitimately a different canon than anime dedede, meanwhile this is people making things up that the canon doesn’t support. if you dated a twin you won’t apply the sins of the twin on the other one, would you?’ and if this were a real life situation, you’d be correct. 

it’d be wrong to place the sins of one twin onto another sheerly because one was an abusive asshole. but since is a real life scenario, putting a victim of abuse back with someone who looks exactly like their abuser would most certainly create extreme fear and panic in that victim. it wouldn’t matter if one of the twins hasn’t done anything, the potential relationship would forever be ruined and it’d be out of their control. and no one, no self respecting person, should ever have a victim date them if they look exactly like said victim’s old abuser. that’s just asking for mental troubles and constant panic attacks.

but that’s if this were real. it’s not real. this is video games and cartoons. it doesn’t come down to that, it comes down to us and what we decide to do, and what we decide to ship. these are not real people. we are putting them together for our own amusement because you’d think they’d get along. and doing this with a ship like this with game dedede says, to me, "I do not care if it is abusive in canon, I want to ship it anyways without any problems or people calling me out, so I’ll make it so people can’t do that by stripping the abuser of their abusive characteristics and make it so this abusive ship is all sunshine and rainbows". this is especially poignant if escargoon is stripped of all his abuse as well, allowing for him to be shipped more easily. it is quite literally going ‘nope’ when one is confronted with the very real trauma of a character and discarding it. don’t get me wrong, some things in canon should be discarded in some sources of entertainment, but a character’s abuse being discarded entirely for the sake of shipping just does not sit well with me.

of course, people who ship it are absolutely not thinking this maliciously when they ship discountdesuka, but that’s what it is irregardless of what they are thinking.

‘game’ dedede / escargoon is a ‘what could’ve been’ situation. 

it is an idealized version of dedesuka, one which throws a key aspect of escargoon’s out the door purely for the fluff and the cute gay moments that could’ve been. and sadly enough, it’s probably what escargoon dreams and hopes could happen (which is arguable because escargoon gets suspicious whenever dedede is nice to him), but it never does.

i understand why people do it. i know they don’t have some secret plan to be evil by creating secret abusive content that has hidden messages in it so everyone will ship abusive ships or something ridiculous like that, and if you thought that i thought that you’re very wrong. 

in some’s cases (as shown by the tags on my escargoon post), they want to reclaim a relationship which was blatantly homophobic in execution and turn it into something better. others just want a cute ship because their version of ‘game’ dedede is morally better than his anime counterpart, and wouldn’t hurt escargoon. they want to make wholesome content to drown out canon’s shows of abuse and negativity. which is understandable to want, but to show respect to the concepts the show puts out, isn’t something that should be embraced with ‘game’ dedede/escargoon. 

but there is no undoing what anime dedede/escargoon is in the show, and what it means to give escargoon over to ‘game’ dedede instead. ‘game’ dedede / escargoon is not abusive by any initial means, but it is still something that should not be shipped regardless.

it is disrespect to escargoon’s status as an abuse victim to  ship him with the same exact person who abused him and say it’s okay because ‘he has a different personality’. 

i am begging you. please ship escargoon with your oc or some other game character.

[scigebabadook]

cisfemale — ever hear people say SAIGE BORDEAUX looks a lot like LIANA LIBERATO? I think SHE is about 20, so it doesn’t really work. The LINGUISTICS + CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major is a SOPHOMORE that is from ALL OVER THE PLACE. They can be BLITHE, but they can also be EVASIVE. I think SAIGE might be a SHEEP. They are living in BALTA. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

hello ,,, it seems i am a sheep and Refuse to leave the herd. aka i love u all so frickin’ much ,,, and w/o further ado, here is saige !! pleathe LIKE this so i can shimmy into yr ims !!

TW: drug use, alcoholism, implied abuse ? shitty parents at the very least, addiction

a e s t h e t i c s

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

general info !!

full name: saige alouette bordeaux

nickname(s): n/a so give her some uwu

b.o.d. - july 7th, 20 whole yrs old.

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.

height: 5′7″ !!

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK but she also prefers masc-presenting folks

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biography !!

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert bordeaux, US lieutenant general, and manon levesque, world renown fashion designer. both calculating, cold, and purposeful.

saige never believed she was created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire, molded to their will.

it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning the cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years.

kept on a short leash, homeschooled, and learning skills she had no interest in – she was more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she felt restrictively tethered to her parents.

she had always felt this way. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends – saige would be there one day, and gone the next. a ghost, a very visible ghost. even so, she tried her hardest.

running from bodyguards (nannies, in a sense. her father is a paranoid man) into festival crowds and climbing out of windows in the dark of night to swim in lakes with locals she’d meet only a few hours earlier – she absorbed as much of what she could get; this intense, undying love for a world she had always craved to see.

it was the start of something near dangerous – a phase that seemed to never end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. the bad sort of crowd was the crowd she found herself landing, more often than not – introducing the sheltered girl to a world she hadn’t quite known existed

she ran away, briefly, at age fifteen with a man three years older than her – which nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though the guilt of her parents’ disappointed weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse

from that point on, she became a problem child. from public intoxication to vandalism – it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could contain her.

boarding school was a small attempt to stop it – she got expelled.

she hadn’t intended to go to university, either – but, by some chance – and after a mysterious year-long disappearance from public eye during her eighteenth year of living, next thing she knew, she was a student at gifford university in a town she’d never been to before.

personality !!

bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s got so much fucking energy on her – she goes running every morning and every night and swims like every afternoon and she’s n e v e r tired ?? the personality of a coke bottle shaken up but like if the bottle could laugh.

tries her hardest to be the Happy Fun friend, y’know, the one who can hook you up w/ some sicccc shit b/c she befriended/possibly slept with her drug dealer and now she gets discounts.

like, generally, comes off as very confident of herself and fearless and, like, yes–reckless, but like a fun reckless, y’know ??

talks a l o t, could ramble for days, hand gestures and all.

if she wants to do something, she will do it and there’s not much you can do to stop her tbh. she’s very easy-going, very go-go-go, very…mischievous, y’know? even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kinda just have to let her do it or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and you’ll feel ?? this weird sense of guilt ?? which isn’t the Best thing but she’s not the best person either so dfghjh

a vegetarian !! meat makes her sick, like, physically.

uuuhh her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘y’knows’, y’know ??

i am like 99% sure she’s got adhd but she’s never been diagnosed with it b/c her parents suck with that stuff. her parents sort of suck in general.

like…she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. she’s not disowned…like, yet, but they haven’t said more than like five words to each other since saige was eighteen and it k i l l s her but they also send her a shit ton of money every month so.

owns like…four cars…..she has them all on campus…..she prolly isn’t suppose to…but she does…one of them’s a real sleek sports car, one is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like LED lights n shit, one is the same exact fucking car from the princess diaries b/c saige is obsessed w/ the movie. the other is like. a mini cooper probably.

a photographer, her walls are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants and in general her room is very ?? cluttered ?? like it’s very home-y but god. she’s a mess. clothes everywhere. she’s probably got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies on a chair in the corner that she hasn’t touched in a while

speaking of !! she has a bunch of random, like, skills ?? like knitting and sewing and cooking and three different forms of ballroom dancing, and she can definitely work a gun and a car engine except she goes thru interests so rapidly and is disinterested in most of the other ones b/c her parents forced like half of them onto her.

she plays bass guitar. she loves her bass guitar. she knows other instruments but the only ones she’ll really fidget with are her bass guitar and like, her violin. everything else she’s like ~okay~ at

got really obsessed with languages at a young age and started learning them ?? her mother is like. super french, like genuinely from france, so she already grew up speaking both english and french but she’s learnt others for the hell of it and she’s still learning like three other at the same time which is a MESS but she’s a mess so like can u blame her sdfghj

but like i said, she’s v e r y reckless. very much a party girl. she uses like…quite a few drugs, both socially and alone and frankly – she’s rarely sober.

a budding alcoholic because she’s convinced that without it she’ll be Miserable and Horrible to everybody because she’s a Horrible, Awful person who is the absolute Worse and if drinking vodka mixed in with 23 crystal lite packets helps with not thinking like that then she’ll do it no questions asked

its a problem she’s been developing since she was younger, only amplified by … the situation, that happened when she was eighteen.

is essentially wearing this mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness b/c she doesnt want people to think she’s doing Not Okay.

she loves so much. she loves everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either. if ur a shitty person/come off as an asshole then she’ll be more likely to be attracted to her b/c shes Always been like this. finds them super interesting which is ?? questionable ?? sometimes i want to just. knock some sense into her but y’know what…it’s fine we’re Fine

she gets around p frequently but is also the type of person who’ll like, try n maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with b/c the idea of having regrettable encounters is smth that Bothers her and she just pretty much refuses.

it’s honestly a bit of a problem ?? she blurs the lines between friendship and Something, Anything More too often and with too many people b/c she just. wants to be loved. but there is never enough !

she does stick n pokes !! a whole bunch !! let her give you one !! she can’t draw for shit but i mean, who cares, right ??

uuuhh her mom sends her like…prototypes of things she designs n shit that isn’t out yet and saige 100% always gives it away or it sits in her closet and essentially that is her go-to gift for birthdays or christmas or whenever she feels like it

there’s literally sm i could say about her but i’ll stop Here b/c it’s getting too long sksksksk

wanted connections !!

give me. a best friend. just somebody who sticks by her side even though she’s a Mess

like, a ride or die ?? is that the same as a best friend ?? idc i want both :)

and just in general, like, people she’s p close to ?? she’s really friendly and is the kind of girl who’d be really popular in high school but doesn’t care abt popularity n talks to literally Everybody like she’s known them all her life.

ESP if ur muse is a lil grumpier !! she will fuck their shit up, but like, in a friendship way.

party pals, where they don’t talk that much outside of parties but inside them ?? super close. glued to the hip. hold-your-hair-back kinda tight.

frenemies ?? fake friends ?? toxic pals ?? ppl using her for her money or like, sex, or something ?? anything ??

bad influences ?? who just encourage all of saige’s shit ??

good influences ?? who are like YOINK stop being an idiot.

a tutor b/c she’s like…she’s smart, okay, but she’s also really stupid LMAO. she’s rly bad at math and science. somebody help her.

hook ups ?? fwbs ?? that one, rare one-night-stand that went weird ??

exes ?? she’s sorta noncommittal so idk how long they would’ve dated but like sjdfkbo yolo ?? ex hook-ups too ??

…somebody who just. hates her. but she doesn’t realize bc she’s a big ol’ idiot. she thinks theyre pals !!

let her b a thorn in someone’s side, just like, an absolute annoyance LMAO

gimme an enemy, or like an ex-best friend where something happened between them n it ruined their friendship

i will take literally anything i dont know

she steals ur character’s mail ?? ur cat keeps escaping and she keeps letting them inside even tho she’s allergic ??

one of those friendships where theyre always bickering like an old married couple ?? but it’s Purely Platonic (or is it ??)

an off-and-on again that just. it’s not good for either of them b/c they keep enabling each other and then getting pissed off and it’s a Mess but ?? it’s so hard to stop.

the drug dealer she keeps sleeping with even though she can just ... pay for her shit. b/c it’s funner this way !

just ... people where their like ... relationship status is Blurred and it’s like, are they a thing? are they not? b/c she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to !

please. take her. give me connections.

[fairycosmos]

because i was constantly born on the idea that worth=intelligence/beauty, i feel worthless in this society. i know that people say everyone is unique but everyone is a better version of me—im very replaceable and despite coming to terms with that, i am so fucking isolated and lonely. i think “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal to others” sums it up. your thoughts?

hey! well honestly i mean, you said it - recognizing the fact that you were born to believe intelligence and beauty equals worth means that you're beginning to have the self awareness to know that there is more to people than those two things. i guess it helps to examine exactly WHY those expectations were projected onto you and whether or not those reasons are actually true and valid. look, our society wants to generate profit, right? that's the priority. they teach us to hate ourselves cause it makes them money, selling us an idea of beauty so thin and marginal and fake that we'll spend our whole lives chasing it. they tell us that our intelligence indicates our worth so we'll spend all of our time trying to prove ourselves, putting our education and our careers above everything, just to keep the cycle going. so we'll work and work because that's what we think we're here for. they need us to want approval, they need us to desire perfection. it's a calculated system. you've been taught it since you were very young, i mean we all have, so even the subconscious parts of our minds have soaked it in. it's really hard to deconstruct your ideas of reality and what qualities you treasure in yourself, but it's not impossible and it can be achieved over a lifetime. i think it may really help if you try to stop framing yourself as a product to be consumed. you're multidimensional, a being with flaws and quirks and experiences to be had. don't flatten yourself down just to try to reach those narrow, genuinely impossible standards. and look, others being good at things does not mean your existence is null and void. you're not alive in relation to them. you are the only you on the planet and that's NOT a bad thing, dude, i promise. it's not your skills or your assets that make you worthwhile, it's your inherent individual thoughts, your viewpoint and perspective. you were born with worth, everyone is. and it hasn't disappeared just cause you can't see it. your capacity to love, your unique relationship with the world and your loved ones - that's what matters. everything else is background noise.i get it though. when you're isolated and depressed, and you already have low self esteem, the way you register things can become very marred and twisted. i know this better than anyone. all of your insecurities become your general belief system, until there's nothing left but that self disgust, and you can't even conceive of the idea that you're more than what your brain says you are. but thats the absolute truth. i can't be sure obviously, but it seems to me like so much of your pain is stemming from your self perception, and can that really be trusted if your core feelings were shaped by those bullshit rules of the world that we talked about earlier? a fundamental change could really help you out. i think it could be a good idea for you to talk to someone about what's happening, or at least consider it. a friend, a family member, your doctor, a hotline, literally anyone. i know your first instinct will be to reject the idea, but please try to look beyond that initial impulse. it's alright to need support. your mental health is just as important and as complex as your physical health, and sometimes it needs real assistance and guidance in order for you to begin overcoming it. a professional will be able to examine the root causes of why you think the way you do, while showing you how to implement better coping mechanisms into your every day life. being honest about your thoughts to someone you trust will allow you to gain multiple perspectives, so you can paint a clearer picture. the connection is an antidote. look at the past few months, at the cycle that's been repeating - it makes sense that the way forward is to finally do something different, right? there are so many resources out there that will genuinely build your confidence and allow you to come to terms with who you are. you're going to spend the rest of your life with yourself so you might as well give gentleness a go. after all, blatant self hatred hasn't worked so far, right? it just piles up, and makes everything worse in the long run.of course i'm not saying that it's the answer to everything, or even that you have to start loving yourself right now. it is a long, sometimes gruelling but very rewarding process. and it's alright for it to take time. there will be days where you still can't stand to look at yourself, where you automatically measure your self worth by outside factors, where you're overwhelmed with negative emotions. again, these are things you've been taught for your while entire life. the goal is to do what you can to challenge those beliefs and deal with them in the healthiest way possible. if you honestly attempt that, you will notice a positive difference over time. bottom line is this - how you feel about yourself and the world and your life will naturally evolve as you age. i swear it won't always be as confusing and as painful as this. but there comes a time where you just sort of realize that you can actively encourage that self growth, if you want to. being scared and feeling resentment and embarrassment is a natural part of giving in to recovery. especially if you're dealing with a mental illness that needs to be treated by a doctor. it's alright to talk about the things that hurt. i honestly think that everyone is equal, it's just your mind is biased against you so you can't quite believe that right now. you're not here to prove that you belong on this planet, man. you're already here. you already belong. all you have to do is work on accepting it.

[punk-rock-pixie]

1-50 for the OC asks boi do 'em all

1. Your first OC ever?

FUCKIN MEI.

Cuz I was a weaboo piece of shit once. 

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Hazel and Wendy. My beautiful children. Hazel is a demigirl of the dystopian future and Wendy is a trans female elf of the same world Both do magic and alchemy. They’re gonna be girlfriends. 

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

I mean the time twins are made with the help of my friend Timmi

4. A character you rarely talk about?

That’d be Kuro. 

Made her back in 2012. She is a shinigami and she is a total mary sue.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? 

Either of the time twins, Wendy or Mr. Wicca. I love those four so much….

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Not really. I have two sets of twins and the others don’t look alike. 

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Yes. Kuro was part of the D. Gray-Man series. The time twins are part of this web comic idea called Eereree. Blue Topaz is of course my gem for Steven Universe.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs 

I don’t but here’s Wendy and Hazel

Wendy: Good evening, chaps. My name’s Wendy. I currently am the assistant of Mr. Wicca. Love to stay and chat, but Mr. Wicca has me on some errands currently

Hazel: Evening, all. Hazel’s the name, alchemy’s the game. I… also really don’t have a lotta time. I’ve got a kingdom to rule after all because, of course, my brother won’t help me. He’s a pain in the ass, but I love ‘im anyway. 

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

LITERALLY TAKE KURO AWAY. 

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? 

I mean… None are super like hard… Mostly Wendy is hard because she has vitilligo, and I can never remember which pattern I used for her.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? 

Maybe Mr. Wicca. He’s always excited about magic but idk he has his points.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

I love the other eereree characters honestly. 

 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? 

Mr. Wicca is mischievous as fuck. He uses his elixirs to screw with people. 

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory 

I have Kuro’s backstory up because I’m on my Deviantart page for this crap. 

I wrote this way back when so yeah….

Long ago when the world was created, small pieces of shiny fragments called innocence were scattered around the world after the great flood. One in particular was called the Heart… When people discovered this “Heart” it was somehow split into two halves- two sisters with large, white wings. Adam and Eve cared for these two…. until the day the Earl came. He stole half the heart. This part of the Heart *aka Dark (obviously)* was raised to become an enemy towards the human race. After about 200 years of being raised, the kidnapped part of the heart had become so sick and twisted with evil, that her wings turned an ominous black.Her sister, on the other hand, had learned how to survive on her own. She worked in a town called Mater building dolls, playing with the children, and helping those in need. *holy beep what a do gooder* Her wings may have stayed white, but they seemed to glow even whiter with every good deed she did.Soon, after about 400 AD, the two were locked in a supreme battle. The pure side thought her sister had betrayed the human race, but in reality she was only kidnapped and manipulated to kill. (NOTE: The Earl taught her that the human race was a foul thing, and it needed to die off)) From what the Pure girl had said, the Dark girl had turned on her “father” and killed him. Or so she thought…Now, in the 21st century the Earl is back and even stronger than before. The two girls have been doing all they can to keep him from sending the universe into utter chaos and causing the complete destruction of the human race…

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Yes! @dreamxng-forever and I constantly crack jokes about our eereree characters. Her princess is in love with the time prince, but she forgets he is like…. SUUUUPER fucking gay. “Is it hot in here or is it just you.”“Oh, Sar, uh. That’s just our kingdom’s natural climate. You see, we have lava falls…”

“Ohhh… Okay…. SO IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IT JUST-”

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 

Definitely Wendy or Mr. Wicca.

17. Any OC OTPs? 

Hazel and Wendy all the way. They’re girlfriends maybe. Mr. Wicca also would be nothing without Wendy. They’re very close friends. 

18. Any OC crackships?

  Not really????

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Chloe Lockwood. I created her in like sixth grade. First OC. I projected a lot onto her. Even though we was good at a lot in school, she was bullied a lot. She felt alone, but she had one really good friend who cared about her a lot. It’s something I went through when I was in elementary school. 

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details  (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Hazel and Hades sing a lot together. Hazel sounds a bit like a higher pitch Meg from Hercules. Hades has my voice essentially. Both are basically parts of me in a sense of like… idk. everything. Hazel is my more like…. Confident, get-shit-done side and she doesn’t take a lotta shit. Hades is more my sensitive side. He was affected differently by what the two went through I guess.

21. Your most artistic OC

Wendy. She draws flora and fauna when not in the lab. She probably owns an etsy or something. 

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? 

Hazel- She isn’t COMPLETELY stone cold and Hades really isn’t just a shy ball. Hazel can be vulnerable but doesn’t like it a lot. Hades really can fight. He’s just scared to. He isn’t totally helpless. Mr. Wicca is not good and pure. He is actually a terrible person, but Wendy keeps him under control. 

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Hazel started out as having my dead name, much more feminine, and likes dresses. Now, she has some form of pixie cut or something punky, REFUSES to wear something to feminine because of her mother, and is also Filipino rather than white. Hades also became Filipino. Or they might be Japanese. Idk. 

 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

I’d like to meet the time twins. They’re both parts of my personality. Idk. 

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

The time twins, like I said lmao. Mostly the three of us share personality traits and interests. 

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? 

Not really?????

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? 

Nope.

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

Likely Kuro. Again, she is kinda a mary sue in a way. Although, Hazel IS trained in combat so idk. Also Mr. Wicca straight up has magic. But probably Kuro.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Mr. Wicca. He lives in a creepy haunted cabin already. 

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? 

Well Hades has a not-so-secret one. Hazel might have one.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Okay so Wendy would have like this gorgeous like elven/fae/magic aesthetic blog filled with flowers, potions, and pretty stuff. You can SMELL the lavender off her blog. 

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? 

The time twins. Think about it- rich kids probably in a super haunted mansion. They have to solve mysteries left behind by their dead parents? Idk

33. Your shyest OC?

Mei. She doesn’t like speaking. Crippling social anxiety. 

34. Do you have any twin characters?

The time twins and Mei/Yamiyo. 

35. Any sibling characters? 

Above answer.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? 

I mean. Most of Eereree are friends so. The main job of my OCs in an ever-changing future is to go back in time and be like “whatever you just did…. it fucked this shit up. Fix it”

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 

I have already. Kuro and Wendy. The twins LOOK non-human, but they are. They’re just like horribly experimented on. Well, and I also briefly mentioned Blue Topaz. She came out all skinny and weird. She has a scythe as her gem weapon. She’s blue I like her. 

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? 

Mr. Wicca loves to waltz. Blue Topaz because of fusion. 

39. Introduce any character you want 

I mean…. Okay. 

Mr. Wicca has been practicing magic for as long as he can remember. He’s about 500 years old and keeps himself young with necromancy. His assistant, Wendy, is an elf who is a few hundred years old. Both work together create potions and elixirs that they give to the time twins to sell. Mr. Wicca dyes his hair lavender to keep out any silver while Wendy dyes hers blue for fun. Mr. Wicca wouldn’t be anywhere without Wendy, and he sees her like the little sister he never had. 

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

Just all the head canons between my eereree twins and @dreamxng-forever ‘s eereree twins.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

NO. OH MY GOD I’D LOVE FOR THAT TO BE A THING.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

The Time Twins. 

 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

Gay. Probably not human. 

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

They’re all very unique. 

45. A character you no longer use?

Kuro, Mei, Yamiyo, and Chloe. 

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Oh, yes. 

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

No. I don’t usually talk about my OCs 

 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

No. They’re all garbage people. 

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Hades fuckin ADORES memes. 

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you wantIf you want, you can tag your ask answers with #yetanotherOCmeme so I can check them out too `v´9 

 have a lot of diversity in my characters and I’m proud of myself for not going into like default for them

Hazel: Demigirl or maybe genderfluid. Idk. She uses She or they. Panromantic demisexual, polyamorous. Either Filipino or Japanese. Main ruler of the Clockwork Kingdom. She and her brother are people who survived through abuse. Super toned

Hades:  Cis graysexual/homoromantic boi. Social anxiety despite having to do public speaking every day. SUUUUPER bad ADD/ADHD. Takes potions for it because “medication is a social construct” he says. Chubby boi is trying to work out. 

Wendy: Trans MTF lesbian. black and has vitiligo. Insomniac and recovering from some eating issues. 

Mr. “Wics” Wicca: Albino. He’s not sure what he is. “I like what I like. I don’t know what the bloody hell I am” loves Wendy more than anything. She’s like his little sister and is very protective of her, even though she is a capable young lady. “Wics” is the nickname Wendy gives him to annoy him. 

[strigops]

i wrote a Thing for a story i’ve been kicking around since february. i recently overhauled most of the characters and some of the plot so it makes a bit more sense, and decided to play around with their new characterization to get familiar with them. it’s a bare bones prototype, but i had fun with it so im posting it!

Warrah stands on the river bank beneath the bridge, peering into the water at a face that is not her face, trying to choke out words that, no matter how hard she tries, are not words. She panics and coughs and tries to scramble away, nearly ends up in the river for it as her legs struggle to work the way they used to, the way they should. She didn’t even go that far back, she recalls, only slipped back in time roughly a hundred years. She’d only just said goodbye to a man she’d met there, a young shifter named Pol. Warrah tries to think back to what had caused this, but suddenly everything is shifting and being rearranged again. She’s bigger than she was a second ago. Face down in the dust, normal face and hands, she notes, groping her head. Herself again. She feels chewed up and spat out, like the spirit of whatever form she’d just taken had mauled her. Warrah pushes herself up on hands and knees and glances behind her. Her footprints go from shoes, to meandering paw prints scuffling against themselves in the dirt, to the shoe-prints beneath her now. Her tongue catches up with her now, letting out what she hopes is a mostly human yell before heaving into the river.

Time travel be damned, this isn’t the kind of weird Warrah signed up for.

Warrah gets to her feet and heads home, not really sure what else to do. She considers sending a hopefully-not-as-panicked-as-she-feels text to her Patron, but thinks better of it. She doesn’t need her mentor seeing her like this, the always capable Warrah, blubbering into the phone because of something she doesn’t understand. She walks all the way home this time; she looks enough like a wild animal on her own right now, she doesn’t need the added attention of suddenly turning into some dog-thing on the bus. She’s jamming her hand into her pocket the second she gets through her door- oh god dammit wouldn’t that be perfect if she left her phone on a café table in 1908- and is relieved to already have several messages from Holly. She briefly thinks about calling, but decides against it. Texting is easier. Texting leads to less noticeable panic attack-induced crying. Warrah reads a few messages telling her to let Holly know when she gets back to the present before spilling her guts.

warrah

hey hol

hollyhock

Hey! You back?

Not that you could respond while you were still where wherever you wandered off to :P

warrah

yeah it was fun, up until the end

uh listen hol?

something weird happened and im still hoping this is some really godawful dream but you gotta believe me

and you cant tell helianthe

hollyhock

Woah, what happened? You ok??

warrah

ok is kinda subjective. mentally, no im a little freaked out. physically uh. also subjective.

im like ALIVE but something real fucked up happened when i tried to trip back

hollyhock

Are you hurt? Did you get messed up in a rift? I’m coming over

Warrah swears and before she can send a strongly worded “NOOOO”, Holly is tumbling through a black hole in the middle of her living room. Her lack of usual grace just makes Warrah feel bad for scaring her.

“I was really hoping you weren’t gonna do that,” Warrah sighs with a tired expression. Holly’s expression goes from concerned to peeved.

“The last time I didn’t do that when you freaked out, you stopped talking to anyone and disappeared for a week,” Holly is standing in her space now, annoyed but obviously still worried. Warrah groans, they could have the bottled up emotions talk (again) some other time.

“Ok, but this is, like, a thousand times worse,” and Warrah stops herself right there and kicks herself again at the way Holly’s face drops, “No, no, no, don’t get worried. Yet. Fuck, just don’t get freaked out, I’m FINE.”

Warrah sits down on her recliner, because she’s not fine, and she can feel the atmosphere around Holly crackling with so much uneasy energy that she’s afraid she’ll either explode or accidentally project a rift into space on her living room wall. She starts over. Holly continues not blinking.

“Everything was fine when I tripped back. It felt weird, because I kind of forced myself out of time, but it was all good until I got back to now. I promise I’m not actually hurt.” Holly’s gone soft again with the reassurance that Warrah is absolutely sure she’s not dying, and she uncrosses her arms.

“Then what happened,” she says quietly.

“I don’t know. I- I really don’t know, I just, one second I was walking home by the river, and the next I was on the ground and I wasn’t… me, everything got all weird and I wasn’t human-“ she stops abruptly again to stop herself from rambling, tries to stop the way her voice is quivering. For her part, Holly looks entirely confused.

“What do you mean ‘not human’?”

“I don’t know! I looked into the river and it wasn’t my face! It looked like a dog but different, I don’t know what the hell it was,” Holly dodges a hand that Warrah flings into the air. She’s yelling now, having given up any pretenses of being calm.

“Are you saying you… turned into an animal?”

“YES! I couldn’t even talk, like my mouth wasn’t right, it wouldn’t work, I don’t how what happened!”

Warrah flops back dramatically onto the recliner, hands clutching her face, and Holly spends a good several seconds trying to convince her pry them away and continue talking. Her attempts are futile, so she speaks instead.

“There’s no way you should be able to shift-“

“No shit,” Warrah’s muffled reply cuts her off.

“- but you play both sides of the fences as far as space/time is concerned. You obviously shifted, there’s no other explanation for that. You’ve got a lot power spread out over different fields,” Warrah’s removed her hands from her face in favor of gripping the sides of the recliner like she’s strangling them, and Holly doesn’t even want to suggest what she’s thinking.

“Maybe you’re a shifter too?”

“That’s literally impossible. Like, that’s literally never happened. Ever.”

“Shifting is weird. The rules change all the time, maybe you’re the first one.”

“Yeah, they change a lot, but you can’t have both, that can’t happen. You can’t double dip, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Well apparently it does work like that, because unless you had the most vivid hallucination anyone’s ever had, you turned into an animal RIGHT after time traveling back from nineteen-whenever!”

Warrah’s hands return to her face, and nothing else is said for several minutes because there really is nothing to be said. The powers don’t work like this, it’s one of the first things they’re taught. You may be born bending space and time or shapeshifting, but never both. Warrah is lost staring at the ceiling in a dissociative state that, at the moment, is a grand relief, until the prickling of Holly’s nervous energy starts making her ears itch. She looks at her pointedly, and Holly removes her knuckle from between her teeth and says the last thing Warrah wanted to hear.

“We need to see Helianthe.”

They’re both seated nervously on the recliner, Holly perched on one of the arms, staring at their phones.

“You text her,” Warrah says.

“What? No, you’re the one with the problem.”

“Ok, yeah, but… please text her.”

“Nope.”

“Hol, she is gonna skin me alive without even having to look at me if I bother her right now-”

“No! What makes you think she’s going to be nicer to me?”

“Because she actually likes you.”

They go back and forth a few more rounds, before Holly snatches Warrah’s phone off her lap and warps across the apartment through a small wormhole in a fraction of a second. She ignores Warrah’s cry of “Not faaaaaiir!” followed by panicked running as she tries to find her, quickly sending the text to Helianthe. Warrah hears the muffled whoosh of an outgoing message from the closet, and skids to a stop to yank open the door. Holly shoves the phone back into Warrah’s hands like it’s going to bite her, and teleports back to the living room. Warrah clumsily tries to find the message she’s sent.

“I’m gonna die. You killed me,” she says flatly.

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure that blame will be placed on me,” Warrah startles, whips around, and stumbles against the closet door just in time to see Helianthe appear from around the corner. She looks past her at Holly, who makes a “peace out” gesture and makes to warp the hell out of dodge. She’s intercepted by Helianthe in half of a second.

“You’re not getting out of this either, I know that text was from you,” she looms over Holly, who skips out of the way in appeasement.

“That’s quite the vague message, by the way. ‘Warrah needs your help’. Are you dead in a ditch or do you need help with your math homework?” She growls, and the air crackles. Clearly they had gotten her from something.

“In my defense, I wasn’t the one who worded it that way,” Warrah backs up as far as the wall will let her and ignores Holly’s betrayed expression.

“Stop throwing each other under the bus and get to the point,” Helianthe sighs.

Holly and Warrah spare a few glances. How were they possibly going to explain this?

“Spill it,” she growls, and Warrah thinks she feels the air around them shake a little.

“Ok, ok, um. Something… weird happened when I came back from my last trip,” Warrah starts.

“Weird?” Helianthe’s eyebrow quirks up.

“Something that shouldn’t have happened,” Warrah gains courage at Helianthe’s apparent interest, “I got back and was walking home and. Uh. I think I shifted?”

“What,” Helianthe says.

“I turned into a dog. I think. Dog-thing,” Warrah blurts out. Helianthe’s eyes narrow and she stares at her.

“What the hell kind of old-timey drugs did you get into back there?” she huffs a laugh without smiling.

“Wha- Nothing!” Warrah sputters indignantly “I fucking shifted! It happened!”

“That is literally impossible.”

“That’s what I said!”

“No, that cannot happen. You know that.” Helianthe gives her a weird look.

“Alright, fine, what’s gonna convince you? Do I need to go get a drug test? Breathalyzer?” Warrah stops waving her hands around when she remembers the ground by the river.

“Wait,” she says, “When I shifted, when I turned back I looked and there were tracks. Mine, then not mine, then mine again. I bet they’re still there.”

Helianthe just looks at her, and Warrah can hear what she’s probably thinking, “how dare you drag me all over town in the middle of the night, what a complete waste of energy, you wasted dumbass”, but Warrah just crosses her arms and stands her ground. Helianthe knows what’s expected of her. Caves. She owes it to one of her best students.

“There better be something there,” she sighs, and tells her to lead the way.

“I don’t think I can ‘port that far,” Warrah confesses. Holly looks up the address, and in the next second is dragging her by the hand through her own portal. Warrah flops into her back as they exit, head swimming, distantly aware of Helianthe’s offhanded praising of Holly’s portal work.

Warrah wobbles over to the bridge, inner ear screaming, and starts swaying for another reason once she gets to the bank. There are the footprints. Hers, then not hers. Helianthe appears beside her, eyebrows shooting into her hairline.

“Well, those certainly are shifter prints alright,” she doesn’t sound one hundred percent convinced, but she’s getting there and Warrah isn’t going to let up.

Warrah stomps one foot on the ground, stamping the impression of her shoe into the dust. She removes her foot and looks up at Helianthe almost in a pout.

“Well,” Helianthe draws out “That’s the same shoe. And the same size of shoe. And the tracks…” She looks back, walks a few yards to see the tracks begin from nowhere. Either they’d dropped out of the sky, or they belonged to a time tripper ‘porting back to her own time. She lets out a frustrated hum, looking back at the animal tracks.

“Say these are yours,” she says “And this did happen. Say you suddenly shifted out of the blue. Never mind that is absolutely not supposed to happen, say these are yours. Shifters are supposed to be able to shift at will, even when their abilities first appear to them.”

Warrah doesn’t like the implications of where this is going.

“If you did shift, you can do it again. So, do it again.”

“What! I don’t know how, I don’t even know how I did it the first time!” Warrah yells in confusion.

“You can do it, if you did it once it won’t be too hard. I’m no shifter Master, but just listen; think about what if felt like when it happened. Just focus on that, your body will know what to do from there.”

Warrah doesn’t like the idea of her body doing anything unsupervised. But she listens anyway. At first, she tries to ignore the sick feeling from before, but then guesses that that was part of it too. She tries to think back, and she wonders if this is what having a flashback feels like, it’s so much different than whipping through time. She focuses and focuses, even when she really starts to feel not-so-good again, and doesn’t stop until she hears Holly’s boots scuffling back, away from her, and Helianthe’s exclamation of “Jesus!” as she steps back. Warrah opens her eyes, and she’s closer to the ground than she remembered. Oh god, she thinks, I was closer to the ground before. She looks down at her feet, now paws, and yelps in a voice that scares her more than her appearance does. She panics and looks up at her mentor again, desperate for any instruction.

“I didn’t think that was actually going to happen,” Helianthe breathes out. Holly looks frozen behind her, speechless. Warrah lets out another panicky noise akin to a cat being stepped on, and Helianthe straightens herself out.

“Alright, don’t panic. Think about yourself now. Just do what you did before, only the other way around, ok?”

Warrah does as she says, and the process of turning back is so much less traumatic, she thinks, flopping into the dirt for the second time that night. She lets out a weird whining noise that reminds her too much of The Animal, and she doesn’t realize how long she’s been laying there, no one speaking, until Holly comes over to peel her off the ground. She lets her haul her up, and thinks about throwing up in the river again. She’s pretty sure she’s crying in front of her near-omnipotent mentor, but she also doesn’t think she cares anymore. Helianthe just tries to mask her shock and sighs.

“Ok. That did happen,” she says, “And… don’t freak out any more than you already are, but you have more than one rule to worry about breaking.”

Warrah isn’t sure if she even has the ability to be shocked anymore. Why the hell not, she thinks.

“You didn’t turn into a dog,” Holly says slowly.

“That was a thylacine,” Helianthe says.

Warrah’s pretty sure she blacks out for a second. She isn’t sure if it’s the physical or mental shock, but there are several seconds of conversation she mostly doesn’t remember, but the snippets she does catch are somewhere along the lines of “this can’t happen”, “supposed to be dead“, and “affront to nature”. She gets the idea, she knows the rules of shifters without being one. Though, she laughs humorlessly in her head, that seems to have changed.

She comes back to the present and Helianthe is still ranting, Holly trying to help her puzzle it out while still holding Warrah up.

“This isn’t right, I have to talk to Diana,” Helianthe whispers quietly, and THAT gets Warrah’s attention.

Master Shapeshifter Diana, oldest Patron aside from the original “deities”. She knows that Helianthe is her acquaintance, all the Patrons know each other, but the thought of Warrah’s name coming up in front of someone so insanely important makes her want to dissolve into the ground.

“Uh, can you not,” Warrah says a little distantly, still on the verge of leaving this plane of existence to wherever her brain thinks it’s safer.

“No, I need to speak with her. Holly, take Warrah home, I need to wrap some things up before we figure this out.”

Helianthe disappears into a disk of swirling black, leaving them to sort that out themselves. Warrah slides her feet along the dirt until she’s sitting, bringing Holly down with her.

“I need to sleep,” Warrah says plainly.

Holly takes Warrah back to her dorm, ‘ports her in so no one sees how much of a mess she is (and Warrah does throw up this time, the bodily confusion of flinging yourself through a wormhole finally pushing her over the edge). Holly’s room is dimly lit and all star motifs and shades of black and purple, and Warrah climbs into the nest of blankets under her bed. There’s still a bag of cheese curls under there from the last time she was over. Holly is obviously trying not to think about what just happened too hard, and forgoes sleep for continuing to work diligently on some comic project. Warrah falls asleep to the sounds of her pen scraping against paper, hand still shoved in the bag of cheese curls.

If she’s going to meet another god, she doesn’t care if it’s with cheese dust all over her sleeve. The world can take or leave her, time traveling and shifting and bad snacking habits or nothing.