#He's very lucky he ended up with a kid like Clover

[northstarscowboyhat]

Well, now I'm imagining Clover having a rebellious teenage phase

I think the rebellious teenage attitude probably lasted for five seconds. Doesn't stop Clover from sneaking out or attempting to be more independent and doing things their family doesn't approve of, but I don't think they give Starlo too much attitude (and definitely not Ceroba LOL).

Honestly, I don't think you can take the cowboy out of this kid, they're just as committed to the western bit as Starlo is LOL. Maybe one time the family was going out while Clover was a teenager and dealing with the anxiety of being socially perceived and judged that a lot of teens struggle with that they got a little embarrassed wearing their cowboy hat, and Starlo was so devastated at the thought that it quickly nipped that insecurity in the bud LOL. I think having a dad who's entire job is being a cowboy larper probably helps them not feel ashamed of their interest and commitment to dressing up as a cowboy.

[squidpedia]

pedia, how would a clover and lilac swap au be in your style? like, nothing else changes except for them

Lilac if they weren’t fucking around (phrase said at least 12 times while drawing with hysterical laughter and sleep deprivation). Three leaf clovers for clover because getting the role of integrity is not a lucky one,,,,,,,,

And yeah that does mean clover would be stuck sharing the amalgamate body with kanako too to me

Lilac is a very naturally distrustful person, Flowey trying to use them would be a ticking time bomb, there is not a reality where they 100% believe he has their best interest at heart. “Shady fucking flower has ulterior motives but going along with it for now is better than dying i guess” - Justice Lilac probably. I think Lilac after enough resets would be able to reach the pacifist ending and give up their soul, there’s a certain point where they don’t remember the other timelines but they feel insane amounts of unconscious guilt over the obscene amount of LOVE they gained before. Giving up their soul would go against all of their personal rules of self preservation, but I can see them doing doing it after enough time. They wouldn’t know how to explain this, it so seemingly out of character for them but its what felt right.

I think Clover would ultimately still end up dying to axis and their soul being used in chujin’s experiments. Thats integrity soul canon event to me. Original sketch of clover had them seem much more happy, but I toned down their expression to give them a more unreadable smile. Integrity clover is a little difficult to parse for me in terms of actions and intentions because I imagine them to be a very selfless person that has a difficult time acting in their own best interest (whether it be execution in the name of justice for the fallen kids or giving up their soul to help ensure a better future for monsterkind). Integrity Clover would also have special emphasis on their role as a performer rather than as a deputy, so idk, they aim to never break character, keep up a smile regardless of the things that are happening right now. The world is your audience, and the audience wants to see a smile. But meanwhile I think their actions would be a bit more morally grey and odd to track, chujin’s attempts at using the integrity serum still don’t work because the soul lacks a pure heart after all. Integrity clover has an interest in exploring and finding the truth behind mysteries, while having a somewhat mysterious way of behaving themself I guess

[kingconia]

Can we please please please PLEASE get a Vice Warden version of the "Reader is the characters favorite celebrity"

(obvi, Ortho is a child so if you add him make it platonic. But if you take him out maybe you can add Floyd instead! Plus RUGGIE CUZ HES THE UNOFFICIAL VICE )

Take your time and have fun with the request! If you end up not doing it, now worries lol!

A/N: I actually planned to do that for a while. Thank you for reminding me.

HOW TWISTED WONDERLANDS' VICE-HOUSEWARDENS ACT WHEN YOU ARE THEIR FAVOURITE CELEBRITY

Trey Clover. ❤️

— You are his favourite chef, of course. Who would've guess, right?

— You are a quite popular one, a former student of the Royal Academy, and very controversial figure in the media world, because... Well, you are quite talented, yes, but your attitude is just... Awful;

— Trey doesn't see anything that bad in your character, though! You might appear rude to adults, but he just loves how gentle you are with kids! Gordon Ramsay kinnie, you see;

— He is so. So. Happy, when Riddle accidentally asks you to be a chef for his birthday. A very lucky accident.

•

”Did I make that right?” Ace asks nervously, glancing at the bowl in his hand.

An event that Riddle Rosehearts plans is huge. Thousands of quests from all houses, completely different kitchens for each of them... So, of course, when students of Heartslabyul suggested to help you, you were happy.

Until you realised that they are chronical idiots.

You feel your blood boil, hands curling in fists.

Just how in the world this boy managed to mash raw carrot in fucking puree, when you asked him to cut it merely?! How?!

”You stupid donkey!” A yell that escapes your lips makes another two students, Deuce and Cater, shiver in fear. ”Get off!”

Ace instantly puts bowl on the table, taking a step back.

”M-me?”

”All of you!” You hiss, glaring at three of them. ”Out of this kitchen, idiots. And never, ever, come back here again!”

They shrink, running away instantly. You sigh in relief, but then, catch another figure, a taller one, moving after them.

Trey Clover.

”Hey,” you call for him, calmer this time. ”Where do you think you are going?”

Trey glances at you, completely surprised.

”Y/n-sama told everyone to leave,” he bows his head respectfully.

”Only to idiots,” you huff. ”You can stay, Trey.”

You actually noticed that out all of them, he worked more effectively. He knows how to cook, clearly, and he does so quickly and wordlessly. So, if anyone's help would be truly useful, it is his.

”...That would be a big honour for me, Y/n-sama.”

You smirk.

”Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let's finish here.”

Ruggie Bucchi. 💛

— You are his favourite true-crime blogger, lol. He watches your videos as he eats, and it annoys everyone, which also sometimes leaves him more food;

— You are actually not worldwide popular. You are just a student from NRC, from the Ignihyde, and sometimes, he catches your figure lurking around;

— Ruggie supports you from his side account, leaving a lot of comments, and likes, making other Savanaclaw watch videos, too. There is nothing more soothing that listening a gentle voice explaining how someone's body was dismembered, after all!

— Once, you decide to start a special event week: a true crimes connected to each house of the NRC. And Ruggie is especially exited for Savanaclaw video, only to find out that...

•

”Ah, you are Ruggie, correct?”

Ruggie flinches.

He recognises this voice from everywhere.

When he turns to the sound of the voice, he founds you, his favourite person in the world, standing in front of him. You look shy, as if it is not you, who constantly speaks of murders so eagerly.

”Y-yeah, hello, Y/n.”

...Shit, he shouldn't know your name.

”Hi!” You wave your hand. ”I am so sorry to bother you, but, I am busy with a project right now... It is connected with crimes in different locations that representing houses here. And, I spoke with Leona-sama this morning...”

Wow, you really caught Leona Kingscholar in the early morning? Awake? It is another proof for Ruggie's PowerPoint presentation about how cool and perfect you are!

”...But he told me that if anyone is better informed about crimes in Savanna, it is you, since, well, your class differences... I am so sorry, did it sound rude?”

Ruggie had never been happier to be poor.

”You came to the right person,” he exclaims with the coolest expression he has in his arsenal. ”Don't worry, Y/n. I will be your guide in the most darkest parts of the Afterglow Savanaclaw.”

You beam. He tries look collected, but fails.

”Ah, Ruggie, you are the best!”

It is going to be the best week in his life!

Leona-sama:

Brat

Firstly, she is fucking scary

Secondly you owe me for this one

Jade Leech. 🩵

— You are his favourite photographer. At first, you only share your works at art exhibitions, but recently you created a page in the Magicam, to have more connection with your followers;

— Jade is amazed by the way you see this world. How gracefully you present the nature, how gently you portrait people, and how skillfully you froze time! Ah, you are amazing!

— Jade always tries to see more of the world that was closed to him before, and your works are a great help for him;

— ...He is absolutely stunned, when Azul tells him that payed you to come to the opening of the renewed Monster Lounge as the photographer, though.

•

Jade is... Slightly frustrated.

To think, that Azul had an opportunity to employ a walking talent for a few hours, and he used this chance to take photos of the Lounge... Impossible!

He sighs.

He respects Azul, of course, but sometimes he is such a baby.

”Good evening,” Jade greets you with a polite smile on his face, hoping to conceal his genuine amazement. ”How is here to your liking?”

You are straightening your back, stopping taking pictures of the main hall. As you turn to Jade, your eyes lit up curiously.

”You must be... Jade, correct?”

You know his name.

”Indeed, I am,” he nods.

”Thank you, it is fine,” you shift from one foot to another, and he can say there is something you want to do. ”Ah, excuse me, but... Can I ask you something?”

Jade nods again, tilting his head on the left. What with your great mind came up this time?

”...Am I allowed to take a few photos of you?”

Now, it is his turn to be surprised.

If anything, Jade has never been an interesting subject for others' eyes. But here you are, his favourite person in the world, wishing to take his photos—

”Are you sure?” As you nod vigorously, he can't help but laugh shortly. ”Then, of course. Do as you please.”

But if you see it in him, something charming and breathtaking, then there are must be he something. Because you are never wrong.

...And when on the next morning, Azul asks him to explain why the fuck there is Jade's photos instead of Monster Lounge's, as they had an agreement with you, he shrugs.

’You asked me to show others the beauty of your Lounge,’ you write Azul later, absolutely unremorseful. ’And I did.’

Oh, you can't even understand how happy you made a certain someone!

Floyd Leech. 🩵

— Do you know those accounts of tarot and astrology readers, who constantly goes live to speak with audience and made them an online reading? Yes, Floyd adores you for this;

— I feel that he sincerely curious about all this stuff, and though, at first, it was only an aesthetic interest as he found you pretty, now, he is too deep in this to pull out;

— He listens to your everyday advice videos religiously, and I am not even kidding. He trusts you too much, and at some point Jade starts worrying about him;

— Floyd is absolutely reckless and shameless, so, of course, he decides to make a first move unexpectedly and openly.

•

”Since it is a Lover's day, I might as well today be more focused on romantic readings,” you warn, shuffling cards in your hands, eyes fixated on the chat. ”So, write first name of yours, and, your lover's, and both of your ages. Will see how it goes.”

Tarot cards have been a huge part of your life since you were a kid, watching your mom and aunt doing that, whispering quietly. It was only natural that eventually you became an esoteric, too.

It is not your work or main to-do thing, more like a hobby, and an instrument to help others. And most of the time, you are doing it for free. Unless, someone wants to pay you, of course.

”Hm, who is here...”

You see a familiar username.

Floyd Leech is a quite constant fan of yours, always liking your videos, commenting them ridiculously, and asking questions about this and that. So, you decide to start with him. Just ouf of respect.

”Floyd, seventeen and... Y/n, whatever your age is,” you read out aloud.

As you understand what that meant, your cheeks flush instantly. You almost drop your tarot on the floor.

Is he trying to hit on you?! Just like that?!

”I... Uhm...”

What should you do? You spoke with him a few times, yes, and it has been more or less fine? Yet... Urgh.

You take a random card from the bottom of it.

Lovers.

Shit.

”You have some good chances here, Floyd” you finally manage to say that aloud, looking away from camera. ”Just be more forward. And private.”

There is no answer—or it gets lost in many new comments—and you distract yourself with other followers. Until a notification appears on the top of your phone.

Floyd_Leech:

hi :)

You almost groan.

What an impossible man?!

Jamil Viper. 🧡

— Might be not entirely accurate, but you are his favourite book critic! I feel, like whenever Jamil has some time to himself, he reads, and if he doesn't, he listens to all these podcasts or three hours long videos about why a certain book good or bad;

— He finds you accidentally, and since then obsessively checks out your every video, even the oldest ones. Puts notifications on. Follows on other social media. Loves your content;

— He is definitely a more quiet supporter. He likes your videos, but never comments them. So, there is no direct contact between two of you;

— At least, until he bumps into you by accident. In Scalding Sands. On the summer holidays. How insane is that?

•

Jamil knows that you travel a lot, he has seen your highlights in Magicam, but how could he expect to meet you in the bazar of all places?! This place is noisy, awful and there is nothing beautiful or picturesque! What would you do here? And with a book in your hands, too.

”The sands of Love,” title says.

It sounds ridiculous already.

”Shit,” you hiss, rubbing his shoulder with your free hand. ”I am sorry.”

”Please, be careful,” he murmurs quietly, trying to act normal as if he doesn't update your channel every morning and night in the search of new content.

Anyway, Jamil is slightly freaking out. Just a little.

”I am trying, but this book is so awful, I want to die,” he chuckles fondly, a familiarity of your words that you say so often from the screen on his phone, softening him. ”You know, I bought this goddamn book, and the setting of it is here, like, in Scalding Sands. So, I came here to check some details. Like traditions, and, and stuff. And you know, it is all a fucking bullshit—”

So, you made your way to here just to... Criticise an obviously bad book with even more reasoning?

God, he loves you.

”...And, and...” You stutted. Blushing suddenly, you sigh. ”I am so sorry. I shouldn't be dumping that on you.”

Jamil tries his best to offer you a rare smile of his.

”Oh, but I am interested now. Would you mind continue telling me about this book?” He can't help but notice how cutely your eyes lit up. ”But not here, obviously. Please, let's go. I will find a quieter place for you.”

...Seems, like all his luck was saved just for this moment to happen, because you actually follow him, continuing your blabbering.

What a beautiful day it is.

Rook Hunt. 💜

— You are his favourite opera singer! When Rook sees you for the first time, he is in awe. Your beauty, your voice — it is everything. He knows, just from the first sight, that he will be a Phantom of Opera for your Christine;

— He buys the best, and I must stay, the most expensive places for your opera, but keeps himself hidden away for a while. Doesn't need to be seen, he is in his studying sessions;

— Rook is not pleased if you are not a leading singer. He will make everything for this fact to change in future. Would giggle if overhears you saying how lucky you are... If you want him to be your luck, then so be it;

— When Rook is sure that his work more or less done, and he is ready, he will finally meet with you personally.

•

”It is a shame I never noticed you before,” you shake your head, cheeks darkened from the amount of complements you had heard in past ten minutes. ”And you've been here for me from my debut? I am so flattered...”

A boy in front of you smiles eagerly, pressing another warm kiss on the back of your hand.

”Ah, mon inspiration, it is me who is blessed and grateful for being able to witness something so beautiful and generous... The rise of the angel of Opera, indeed!”

His eyes are shining with a pure awe. You almost squirm, when Rook falls on his knees, cheek pressing to your well-kissed hand. You are fighting a wish to caress his cheek just as you do with your cat at home.

”If Gods ever existed, at least one of them, it must be you, their last creation, a gift for dying civilisation!”

”Ah, Rook,” you giggle, getting more and more shy with each second. ”Please... Maybe, you want to... See with me later? Beyond these walls? I mean... Don't get me wrong, of course, it is just...”

It might be a risky movement, you know. Yet, you can't help but feel attracted to the person, who stares at you as if you are the Creator yourself.

”I would be more than glad, mon ange,” his voice becomes quieter, yet, a little more nervous. ”I love that one café in front of this opera, if you care to know. I often order there their special drink... The fall of the Devil, isn't it?”

You blink in surprise.

”That is my favourite, too!” You exclaim enthusiastically.

”Really?” Somehow, he doesn't really look surprised. ”Well, then, after getting drinks, we, perhaps, could see the Art Gallery... Had you ever seen a whole room dedicated to the minerals from different countries? It is my favourite one.”

Your chest warms.

”Mine too!”

You hope it doesn't look like you try to impress him by mirroring his answers, but it is really this way.

Seems, like Rook just knows everything you love!

”I feel like we are a perfect match, mon destin.”

And, somehow, you can't disagree.

Lilia Vanrouge. 💚

— This man is hard to impress... But, you are his favourite... Psychologist. Alright, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think, considering the fact that he was the general for a long time, never caring about human emotions before, and then suddenly adopted three idiots, and that with having his own trauma, he takes a great interest in the psychology;

— So, when he accidentally finds your account, where you speak of different problems, navigate people through theirs, and merely discussing different situations in the world from the point of psychology, he dives in;

— I don't think that Lilia goes on appointment, though. I think, he masters psychology through your channel, instead. He is such a self-taught and crazy-ass talented person;

— When you are invited to work as a school psychologist in the NRC, since Crowley realised that overbolts might or might not be because of lacking a one, Lilia is actually really excited. And he doesn't hide it!

•

”Seeing how mature you are, how healthy you analyse all these situations with overbolted students,” you make a small sip of tea, smirking shortly, ”I can't help but feel slightly proud of myself.”

Lilia laughs quietly, extending you more chocolate muffins that he obtained from the cafeteria just for you.

Since from the first day, two of you became a great friends. And, though, of course, it is you who should take care of him—since he is a student as well—Lilia yet can't help but worry about how much you work, skipping meals constantly, because, apparently, everyone wants your help.

”You are great at what you are doing, Y/n-sama,” he smiles mischievously.

Though both of you are quite old, centuries of life long ago left behind, there is a certain childishness inside of you, that you prefer to call a healthy life enjoyment. A term that Lilia now uses every time when someone tries to lecture him about being too immature.

”Thank you, thank you, Lilia-kun,” you bow your head jokingly. ”But, seriously, I need a proper schedule with all of these kids. But they just can't stop coming... I don't know what is so traumatising about this school, honestly. It is about lessons?”

Lilia laughs.

”Maybe. I mean, my genuine wish to start a massacre returns sometimes, when headmaster comes on our lessons...”

You smack him slightly, chuckling softly.

”I see, now. Honestly, after meetings with him, I too, search for the professional help...”

As both of you laugh, Lilia watches you relaxing eventually.

Ah, who would've thought that a person who helped him unconsciously once, would eventually became his friend?.. What a crazy world he lives in!

[theoriginalkaminari]

okay here me out

(WARNINGS: suicidal thoughts. Also please do not repost or reblog.)

So we all know that mr Tamaki Amajiki is big anxiety right?

Well imagine if he had a partner that was just as anxious and nervous as he was.

Like Mirio introduced you to him and you guys were like: Im JuSt LiKe YoU, YoU'rE jUsT LiKe mEeeeeE ITS SOMETHING ANYONE CAN SEEEEEEE

Or maybe Tamaki was like: Its okay, Tamaki. Just imagine them in their underwear.

...OH NO THEY'RE HOTTTT

anyway but like you two enjoy just staying inside and cuddling.

I feel like you both would do cute things to show your guy's love for each other, maybe like, gift giving, or holding pinkies, or soft little forehead kisses.

Oh you don't feel like going out? Good. Tamaki agrees and you two watch a silly TV show together.

Sometimes you two don't even need to talk to each other, you guys can just stay close together and thats enough.

Imagine if you two have a kid, boy, girl, whatever. And they are just like the most EXTROVERTED PERSON TO EVER LIVE.

Don't get me wrong you both are super supportive of your little pastel child but HOLY HELL. They do get along with Mirio a lot, however, which is adorable.

Oh, they wanna bring friends over? Do it when you and Tamaki are not in the house just incase the friends want to see you guys or you both accidentally run into them.

But all in all i give this relationship a 7/10. Very cute.

Now imagine Tamaki with a super big and buff s/o.

Have you seen Black Clover? Okay so you built like Yagi. Like big buff hot and intimidated for looks.

You seen Jujutsu Kaisen? Okay then you built like Maki. Personality wise.

Sorry, but at first Tamaki avoided you like the plague. To him, he thought you were kinda scary. To make things worse for him, you were a Bakugou. Katsuki's twin to be specific.

But you were also good friends with Mirio and Kirishima, so maybe he could try talking to you.

Just kidding he hid behind Mirio every time you went up to talk to him.

So one time he was walking around the campus when he saw you outside training outside in the courtyard. His first thought was to run away and hide, but then you called him over.

Not wanting to be rude, he hesitantly walked over to you, trying to avoid eye contact at all times.

Then you asked him if he'd want to hang out sometimes.

Tamaki was so fucking shocked and confused, this poor baby. Have you seen the owl house? Remember how Amity Blight blushes? Yeah, thats how he blushed. When he didn't respond, you just took it as a silent rejection. But before you could say anything, he nodded very stiffly and slowly.

Somehow you two are dating now.

Oh ho ho ho. You thought it was done? No.

Your mom wanted to meet your boyfriend. Mitsuki Bakugou, your mother.

So you asked Tamaki, and he was pretty hesitant at first. But he wanted to make you happy and proud of him, so he said yes.

Tamaki stayed next to you like you were the last thing on earth all through the dinner. Katsuki was glaring daggers at him from afar, but stayed quiet because...lets be honest. Your twin brother is kinda afraid of you.

Tamaki spoke when spoken too, and was very polite. He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible and even kept eye contact with your mom for about two minutes.

When the night ended, Tamaki was rewarded with kisses and cuddles.

Basically, you two are a version of Yuta Okkotsu and Maki Zen'in from Jujutsu Kaisen. I give this 9/10 you two are so silly.

Okay. One more.

If you've seen Bungo Stray Dogs, you know of Dazai Omasu. A very silly and suicidal guy. Yeah, you have his personality.

And EVERYONE knows Satoru Gojo, right? Its your lucky day because you have his looks!

Anyways.

Tamaki is super intimidated by you because you're obviously very popular and flirty and playful.

So one day you're kinda just walking around UA and you see Tamaki talking with Mirio. Since Tamaki is a super shy guy, you were like: yes, a new target.

You walked up to him and Mirio, talked for a bit with Mirio, than proceeded to flirt with Tamaki.

Tamaki was confused as hell. Why is this super hot and popular person talking to me? He thought.

Eventually, you left, but not before saying to Tamaki: "Don't bother calling me by my last name. After all, it'll be yours soon." You winked and walked away.

Yeah, Tamaki fainted.

You two eventually started dating when you got dared to kiss Tamaki. (Don't worry you asked permission first.)

Oh, people are flirting with you? Well, prepared to be ignored because your focus is all on Tamaki!

At one point, Tamaki got super sad when you kept making jokes about killing yourself. He cuddled with you and cried, begging for you not to leave him.

Please don't, he'll miss you a lot.

He feels the need to always be around you, not wanting to slip up and give you a chance at suicide by not being there.

I give this relationship a 10/10, very awesome.

[tjwritesfanfics]

Prom Night Dream (Joe Harper - Band of Robbers)

Pairing: Joe Harper x Reader

Summary: When Joe finds out you missed your prom, he takes it upon himself to give you a redo.

Rating: Fluff

Words: 2.9k

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An I decided I needed more Joe Harper in my life and I needed this little goof to fix the fact that I missed my own prom (yes, I used my own experience and this is my therapy)

“It was one time!”

“Or two or three.”

You laugh as Tom hits Finn on the arm. The group was sitting around a campfire after a long day, drinking a few beers and telling old stories.

Tom just got outed for kissing Finn when they were kids. He needed practice, he said, and as a woman who (even drunkenly) has kissed Tom Sawyer it was practice well spent.

“It was practice!” Tom shouts. “Clover tell them!”

Clover was the nickname Tom gave you when you were kids. It came around when Tom and Finn would get in trouble, but when they were with you, you always got them out of it. They considered you their lucky charm.

Their 4-leaf clover.

You point your beer at Tom, smirking, “I may have kissed you Sawyer, but not Huck. So, if I were to say if the ‘practice’ was well worth it or not, I'd need to kiss Huck.”

“Wait, you kissed Tom?”

Joe looked at you with big sad puppy eyes, you wanted to resist hurting him, but you couldn’t lie to those eyes.

Recently you had become sweet on Joe Harper. He was always so genuine that he came off a little slow, but you didn’t mind. You loved that sweet innocence he gave off. Even if he never really saw you in that light.

Reluctantly, you fessed up to the group.

“In high school yeah. We were both drunk after Homecoming and I was already sad about how the night ended, so I figured I would get something out of it.”

“And that something was a steamy make out session with yours truly!”

You roll your eyes at Tom. It may have been a good kiss, but it also ended with him dry humping your leg and cumming in his pants. That little nugget you were going to save for when Tom Sawyer was really annoying.

He came close right now, but not enough.

“And now I know to thank Huck for that kiss.” You blew a kiss to Finn, which he caught and pressed to his lips. “Whenever you want a real one Clover, you know where to find me.”

While the group laughed at your play flirting, Joe stared at the fire, his eyebrows creasing together in thought. He didn’t like the fact that you kissed Tom before and he didn’t like that you had a bad night.

“What…” He started, licking his lips and adjusting in his lawn chair, “What happened that made you sad?”

Joe really didn’t know that he would be picking at a sore spot for you, a spot that never really closed.

You take a swig of your beer, tension very evident in your shoulders. You knew you were going to tell him, you never could deny Joe Harper, but if you were going to retell this story then alcohol would be your best friend.

“When I was a junior in high school, they put on the homecoming dance for just us. And I hadn’t been to a dance since middle school so I was excited to go, but no one asked me. I know what you’re thinking ‘why didn’t you ask anyone?’ Well back then, if you can believe it, I was the weird kid that no one liked.”

Tom pat your knee, offering you comfort while you were baring your soul.

“We liked you.”

“Thanks Huck.” You chuckle. “But back then neither of you would have been caught dead at this dance. Not the two pirates.”

You wave off the sorry looks on their faces.

“It was fine. Really. I ended up going with a friend of mine, doesn’t really matter who he was, but for the story it does matter that this friend was gay. We went as friends. Got all dressed up, we went out to dinner, got pictures down by the water. Then we get to the dance.”

Reliving these memories were hard for you. For most it may seem like nothing in the grand scheme of things, but to you it was everything. Especially at the time.

“He left me all alone to go chase around some straight guy. My friend really didn’t know how to take no for an answer, or even a beating for that matter. The entire time I sat at a table, watching the others dance. My other friends that went tried to include me, but in the end they had their dates and I was alone.”

“Why didn’t you just leave?”

You shook your head. “Couldn’t, Ben. I was his ride home. So, I waited around until the end of homecoming and then took him home. After that I called Tom, since I knew he could get the alcohol at the time, and I met up with him. An hour and a couple of beers later, Tom and I were making out.”

“I can’t believe he just left you like that.” Ben shook his head. “That’s not cool.”

“That took a depressing turn.”

You smack Tom, half out of trying to lighten the mood and half because he was dick. The rest of the night after that was a little tense, but soon you were able to make everyone forget about your little homecoming mishap.

Well, almost everyone.

By 1 am everyone was passed out on the lawn and you were tasked with putting out the fire.

“I’m sorry for asking you about that.”

You jump a little at the sound of Joe’s voice. “I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I just had my eyes closed. I wanted to wait for the right moment to talk to you.”

“Joe, you really had no way of knowing. It’s okay.” You continue to put out the fire, continuing to feel warmth even as the flames go out. Turning around you see Joe behind you and you smile. He was the source of the warmth.

Why didn’t you know him back then? Sure you wouldn’t have asked him out, and you were sure Joe wouldn’t have asked you either, but you can imagine that if you were to go with him, he wouldn’t have left you.

“What about prom? Were you able to get redemption?”

And then he decides to open the wound more. Again without knowing, but once he saw the sad look in your eyes, he figured it out.

“Oh..” He shrank. “I’m sorry.”

“You really need to stop saying sorry, Joe. There were things you didn’t know about me and there are things I don’t know about you. It’s just natural.”

You meant for your words to comfort him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His eyes sadly looking down as he fiddled with his fingers. You reach out to take his hands into yours, trying to calm him down, your thumb unconsciously rubbing his knuckles.

Joe’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushed. And while you would like to think it was due to your touch, you knew he had alcohol in his system so of course his face would be flushed.

“Seriously, don't worry about it.” You squeeze his hands before letting go. “Now! Let’s round these hooligans up and try to get them home.”

A few weeks had passed since that night and honestly you hadn’t given it another thought.

You went on with your days, working at the local library, having lunch with Finn, getting your car checked out by Ben and Tommy, and knocking back a few beers with Tom.

The only one you hadn’t seen was Joe Harper.

“Where is he Tom?”

“Who?”

“Joe! I haven’t seen him for a few weeks now.”

“Aww,” Tom cooed, reaching out to pinch your cheek, to which you smacked his hand, “Are you having a bandana shaped hole in your heart?”

He knew the answer. Everyone but seemingly Joe Harper himself knows that you are sweet on him. You huff, turning back to the shelves where you were currently putting away books. “You know what Tom. Why are you even here?! I am on the clock and I know you are.”

“Oh yeah. I came to ask you to chaperone the school prom with me. They are having me, Tom Sawyer, watch over the teenagers this year. It's bullshit, but everyone on the squad has to do it.”

You hum. “So why have me help you? What if I got plans that night?”

“Doing what?”

The silence you gave him was all the answer he needed. Honestly fuck him for assuming, but he knew you too well that you only had six friends, and they all hung out. You flip him off before continuing out of the row of books and to your desk, Tom’s confident annoying ass following behind you.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t make me out you, Mr. Cum in Pants.”

“I hate that you always come back to that.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, “So you coming? You get to dress up.”

You sigh, knowing you weren’t going to say no originally and dressing up did sound fun. “Yeah okay.”

Tom cheered before you shushed him, reminding him that he was in a library, and he gave you all the information for the event.

Which took place that night.

You stared slack jawed as he jogged out of the library.

Leave it to Tom Sawyer to tell you this shit last minute and now you have to remember if you had any nice dresses in your closet.

A night to remember.

A cliche theme, but one that always feels right for prom night.

Gold paper balls hang from the ceiling on strings, fairy lights running alongside them, black and gold balloons line the dance floor, some students kicking them up into the air and laughing.

You stand to the side of the dance floor, admiring with envy the fun they seem to be having. Finn stood beside you with a cup of punch in his hand. He cleaned up nicely, a white button up shirt and black slacks.

“You look amazing by the way.” Finn lifted his cup to you.

You look down at your simple black dress, it clung to you body and stopped right before your knees. It was honestly the classiest thing you had in your closet on such short notice, but you appreciated the complement nonetheless.

“Thank you, Finn. You look very nice too.” Your eyes roam over him. “Sexy.”

Finn laughed at you, but his cheeks were flushed under your gaze. If you weren’t so in love with Joe Harper, Finn Huckleberry would be the man on the top of your list.

Speaking of Joe, you still hadn’t seen him. Glancing around, you hope to find him helping out, but also not holding on to a lot of hope. “Have you seen Joe?”

"Harper? No, I haven't, but I'm sure he is around."

“Around?”

Finn jumped. Almost as if he wasn’t supposed to say that, his eyes darting around. They landed on someone and he quickly motioned them over.

Becky bounded over, quickly putting both her hands on your shoulders. “Hey! I need you to come with me.”

“Huh? Wha!” You barely get to question what was going on before she pushed you away to the door and down the hall to the girls bathroom. “What are you doing???”

Becky only smiled and opened a stall, a large cover hanging from the door. She unzipped it to reveal a white princess dress and your eyes widen at it.

“Hurry and put this on.” Becky takes the dress from the hanger and hands it to you.

You take a second to understand, but quickly snap out of it when you feel Becka unzip the dress you were currently wearing.

In a whirlwind of tule and makeup, you see yourself in the mirror.

The white wedding dress, the crown on your head, the white mask Becky placed over your eyes.

“Is this…?”

The smile on her face tells you everything you need to know.

Three weeks ago, you and Becky were at a coffee shop when a bunch of girls came in talking about prom, their dresses, dates, everything.

“So I heard you didn’t get to go to prom.”

You freeze. “Tom?”

She nods and you swore the next time you saw him you were going to kill him.

“No I didn’t.”

“If you had a chance to or if you could do it now, how would you want it to be?”

“Huh?” You look at her from over your coffee, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Becky looked a little sheepish, but quickly tried to recover. “L Like for example! If I missed my prom and my partner wanted to recreate prom I would want it to be like a movie! Or like a romance book.”

You understood what she was saying, but didn’t understand where this came from. You drink some more of your coffee and think it over. A ton of scenarios flashed through your mind, being dressed like sailor moon, getting dressed up and just dancing together in your house, but there was one that stuck out to you that you had loved since you saw the movie.

“There was this movie I watched as a teen,” You start, “It’s called ‘A Cinderella Story’ and it starred Hillary Duff. She was going to a Halloween party, but didn’t have a costume, so her coworker lent her her wedding dress. She went as Cinderella with a crown and a mask to hide her identity.”

You sigh and look out the window.

“Well eventually she finds herself in a gazebo that is covered with white flowers and candles and other lights. There is where she finds her prince charming. He’s dressed so charmingly and they dance to the song ‘I’ll be’ by Edwin McCain played by some musicians that happened to be nearby.”

“That would be my perfect prom.”

“But who?” You turn away from the bathroom mirror to see Becky holding the door open.

“Come find out.”

She leads you through the halls, the click of your heels building anticipation, and out to the back of the school. There are two rows of lights leading up to the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.

The gazebo was decorated with white roses and hanging plants, fairy lights surround the grounds and up the columns and they mix with the glow of the candles.

And in the center of the gazebo, waiting in a princely outfit of black and gold, hands clasped behind his back probably making sure he doesn't fidget with them (the cutest nervous tick you had ever seen on a man) was Joe Harper.

His usually messy hair was missing his signature bandana and tamed down and to your surprise you couldn’t see his toned legs with the black dress pants on. Everything about him looked out of a dream, yet not like Joe at all.

Becka steps away from you as you make your way up the steps on the gazebo, Joe breaking into a shy and awkward smile.

“Joe,” You breathe, “You… Look so uncomfortable.”

He frowns at you, brown eyes looking sad that you weren’t impressed, which you were more than impressed. You were stunned, speechless really, but as much as you loved him in this look, it wasn’t him.

Before he could say anything you reach your hands up to his hair, raking your fingers through his soft strands and ruffling it to its usual messy style. You smile up at him. “Where is your bandana?”

Stunned, Joe reaches into his prince jacket to pull out a bright red bandana and you take it from his hands to tie it around his head.

“It’s a start, but there is my Joe.”

“Y your Joe?” His cheeks flush, a slight smile on his lips, not realizing how good it was to hear you say those words. “I like that.” He extends his hand towards you, which you gladly take.

“Me too.”

Joe pulls you close, resting his other hand on your waist and you place your hand on his shoulder. The sound of a violin playing the beginning of I’ll Be has you shyly tucking your head into his neck as he slowly starts to sway with you.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Joe chuckles, his breath tickling you. “I would do anything for you, Clover. I love you.”

You waited for years to hear him say that and your imagination couldn’t beat the real thing. Blinking to hold back your tears, Joe lifts your head and closes the gap between you two, his lips softly touching yours.

Kissing Tom Sawyer was different than kissing Joe Harper.

And if you had to pick, kissing Joe Harper was infinitely better.

His lips may be cracked, but you didn’t mind when he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally pull apart, you smile as Joe moves forward for more. You needed to breathe, so you peck his lips to satiate him.

“This is everything I wanted and more. Thank you, my prince. I love you.”

Joe smiles and rests his head on yours, swaying you more as the music continues to play. “I love you more.”

The two of you continue to dance for the rest of the night, even when the music stops and your friends, who were on the sides watching their hard work play out, had left, completely content in each other's arms. Never wanting the night to end.

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[lacrymatoryao3]

Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 11: January, 1900 (Continued)

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

Tag: @photo1030

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Arthur had never seen Mr. O’Hogan with a gun until the morning helping him get the wagon and draft horses out of the storage. He didn’t doubt his conviction taking the children and dealing with the problem at hand, but he didn’t expect he’d do it armed. It was just a standard Cattleman, though customized to have bundles of four leafed clovers carved onto the grip and metal in a greenish-black matte. O’Hogan bragged about getting it in a cock fighting bet when he was fresh off the boat in New York City. Arthur wasn’t even sure he could shoot the thing, but he was proud to show it off anyway.

The children were pleased with the new novelty. The older ones assisted the younger ones board from the back. Arthur closed the hatch and latched it before they pulled off. He and Ana followed them on their horses through the town. Amusingly and unsurprisingly, more local children ended up in the wagon.

“Don’t let too many on, Mr. O’Hogan!” Ana teased, “We can’t be having that break!”

At the school Ana and Mr. O’Hogan went to speak with Miss Svensson. Arthur watched from a distance. He wished once again he had the opportunity to go to one like that, interact with other children that didn’t relate to fighting other street kids for resources. His boy was so very lucky.

His boy… Their boy…

He heard Ana laugh. It was a sweet sound, like chiming far off in the distance. She looked truly radiant, a breath of life in her bright red mantle cape among the dead and monochrome landscape. He could hardly wait for the summer. To see her in her bright dresses. He hoped she still wore some of the ones she used to. He felt a pressure in his chest. An admiring longing that came close to overwhelming him, just to get off his horse and wrap his arms around her waist. He wanted to rest his chin on the top of her head, even though it could crush the hat pinned into her hair. He craved to make those around them know she was his. He needed her to be again. He would, at some point. They just needed the time alone, where they can express things freely without interruption.

Arthur took a deep breath once the bell began to toll. When Ana rejoined him, he didn’t let her get on Enrique by herself. He had to touch her in some way, if only just to sate himself. There was a slight confusion in Ana’s eyes. It was brief as he lifted her into her saddle, changing into a bashful smile. It made Arthur’s heart jump. Even in the cold, he felt warm.

They parted ways with Mr. O’Hogan and went to a building that doubled as the town’s court and meeting house, where the only lawyer there had an office. Arthur wandered around the building while Ana had the papers drawn up. It certainly was a long affair, over an hour before she was done. At least Ana knew what she needed, he would have been helpless in all that legal business. After that they had to stop at the bank to get the money. There he stood close to her at the window, staying vigilant when they handed her a wallet with the immense amount she requested. Arthur could barely believe a ranch could cost that much, or if she was going over value just to entice the Millers to get the hell out.

The route to where the Millers dwelt was one of near total desolation. Cain Valley abruptly ended in the north, becoming the wild landscape of Grizzlies East with only a barely identifiable trail with faded indentations of wagon wheels and horse hooves in the snow. Arthur inhaled the glacial air that burned his throat. For a moment he was once again wandering like he had done for so many years, in the savage and untamed land devoid of human beings. He was home, his old home, his true home. It was a bittersweet comfort, a warm embrace from somebody familiar that he hadn’t seen in a long time. He also considered if it held something different for Ana. What had she felt when she left him so young, pregnant, and alone?

For most of the ride Arthur stared at her. She was so quiet beside him, focused on every possible outcome to their mission turning simultaneously in her head. The sun’s beams that broke through the endless swaths of trees glowed around her, angelic on her skin. He didn’t notice they were close until she slowed Enrique. He looked to see the ranch up ahead. The property seemed to be a promising place, with a good swath of land that could be used for grazing and farming. However, in its current state it was a run down and dilapidated blight on the picturesque landscape.

“You sure this is the right place?” Arthur asked, just about convinced it was abandoned.

“Oh it is, trust me.” Ana said, “Be on your guard. You never know what this idiot will do.”

They crossed the crumbling fence line. As they hitched the horses, Eugene Miller barreled out of his shabby house holding a rusted bolt action rifle. He was a man of average height, and would have had an average build if it wasn’t for the pot belly that made him look like he was in the advanced stages of pregnancy. His graying hair and beard were long and incredibly unkempt. His nose was so wide it didn’t fit his red blotched face from over imbibing in alcohol. A very distinctive feature on the otherwise mediocre man was a great long scar that started at his forehead and ran down to one of the corners of his lip. Something else caught Arthur’s attention. Tucked underneath Miller’s wrinkled shirt collar was a knotted dark yellow bandana.

I’ve seen that before… Arthur thought, quickly pushing Ana behind him and hovering his hand over the grip of his pistol. He would have immediately drawn, if not for Miller’s wife who soon ran out after him. She was a homely woman, extremely thin in frame and face and resembled a chicken turned into a person. She also looked older than she was, a natural occurrence being married to such a hateful brute.

“What the hell are you doing on my land, greaser?” Miller bellowed in a heavy Southern accent like the ones Arthur was surrounded by during his mostly miserable tenure in Lemoyne.

All his wife had to do was move away from him. Then Arthur could have gotten a clean shot, but all she did was turn it into a tense stand off until Ana stepped out from Arthur’s shadow closer to the house.

“Hospitable as always, Mr. Miller.” Ana said calmly, waving the envelope of papers, “I’ve come with a business proposal I think would interest you.”

Miller glared at her and then scoffed, “Proposal! Damn big word for a something that can barely speak English! You even know what a dollar is?”

The tips of Arthur’s ears started to burn in fury. His fingers twitched, watching how Ana and Miller were reacting, ready at any indication of threat. Ana’s posture didn’t change. She simply made a lopsided, disdainful smirk.

“Mr. Miller, I am interested in purchasing your property. The current value for an acre is $20 each. You have, what, 100 acres?” She continued, “That would be an even $2,000 total. I’m willing to pay that and an extra $1,000.”

Miller squinted incensed at her, a fury growing in his gaze. His wife, on the other hand, seemed a lot more excited about the offer. She grasped her husband’s shoulder and whispered to him, “Eugene! We could use that to move near to Zachariah when he starts seminary!”

It caused a hissing argument between them, Miller turning his ire to her, “Quiet, woman!”

“Please, Eugene. The lady’s offering a generous sum.” Miller’s wife pressed, “We weren’t supposed to stay here this long anyway. It was just a stop while we waited for Lindsay to–”

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT IT!” Miller whispered louder. He gripped his rifle harder in agitation, “You know goddamn well no amount of fancy clothes or white men’s money would make her a lady! You’re stupid for even considering it!”

Ana stifled her indignant laugh. The insolent bastard, of course he would make things hard, “If not now, I do ask you consider. The offer will stand for as long as you need it. I will gladly give you time to discuss it with your wife.”

Milled turned to Ana and replied, “I don’t want any money from the likes of you, Juanita! Use it to go back to where you belong.”

Ana shrugged and patted Arthur to let him know she was finished, “You know where to reach me when you’re ready. Good day, Mr. Miller.”

As Ana went to her horse she heard Miller mutter something and the clicking of the rifle having a bullet loaded into its chamber. There was an explosion, but it didn’t sound like it came from it. Still, she dropped to the ground and sought cover.

Arthur stayed where he stood when Ana started walking away. The way she implied they’d eventually sell to her, when they were ready, made Miller boil over. Lifting his rifle, Miller mumbled “you uppity little whore!” before loading it and pointing it at her. For Arthur, time seemed to slow. He didn’t register that he pulled his pistol from the holster, only the world around him drained of color until everything was a dull yellow glow. He chose his target location, painting a red X over it in his mind’s eye. He aimed from his side and pulled the trigger. The bullet cut through Miller’s right shoulder, embedding into the house’s wood siding. Miller cried out in pain, dropping the rifle and falling to the porch as his wife began to scream at the sight of the blood running out onto his shirt.

“YOU NO GOOD SON OF A BITCH!” Miller shouted, “NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, YOU’LL BE SORRY!”

“Oh, I look forward to it, Mr. Miller.” Arthur walked up and took the rifle, tossing it across the yard he tipped his hat to Miller’s wife, “Sorry about that, ma’am. We’ll let the sheriff know when we get into town.”

Ana looked up from over a large stone. She stood up and got onto Enrique. Arthur soon joined her, patting her gently and making sure she was okay. He made her go in front of him, using himself as a shield in case Miller had another weapon hidden somewhere on him. He only got a portion of what the Millers were saying to each other. The wife mentioned a doctor, only for Miller to rebuff her. He heard the door slamming loudly and a defeated wife sigh “I knew this would happen”.

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Arthur tossed and turned for a couple of hours. He couldn’t quiet his thoughts. Not even his journal was much of a comfort. He kept playing a game of ‘what if?’ with himself that was beginning to drive him mad.

He imagined if Ana had gone there alone. What a terrifying thought. As far as anyone would know that she simply disappeared. He imagined if anyone but him going with her, unable to draw as quickly as he could. Would they have survived the encounter? Then, there was the horror of his own human failings. Despite it already being in the past, if he hadn’t reacted the second he did Ana would have been shot. Just the idea of that was unforgivable. Even worse, she could have been killed.

It wouldn’t just be him who would be lost without her. The Liangs, the Johnsons, the O’Hogans… With the world they lived in, so full of hatred and prejudices, it was unlikely they’d have the opportunities Ana had given them elsewhere. There was also the most important question – who would have taken care of their Arthur Francisco? He didn’t know Arthur was the father he wondered about in his life. His closest kin lived all the way in Saint Denis. There was a chance if something happened, he’d never see that boy again.

A jolt of panic coursed through Arthur’s body like he was struck by lightning. He rushed out of his bedroom. The quiet and darkness of the house seemed to mock the state he was in, the boards of the stairs sounded like laughter to him as he ascended them. His reason came back when he was holding onto Ana’s doorknob. He was struck by how indecent he was, just in his union suit and about to burst into a woman’s chamber while she was undressed. They had seen plenty more of each other before, but it still didn’t feel proper. She was probably already asleep! Why couldn’t he just let it go?

He took a deep breath and steeled himself, softly entering the room. Like he expected, Ana was sleeping. She seemed to have been reading a book before drifting off. It still rested open on her breast. He sat down on the edge of her bed, carefully taking it putting on the table beside her. He took in her face in the flickering kerosene lamp. Despite what happened she was so serene. He wished desperately he was able to do the same, reaching over and stroking the waves of her hair that haloed her peaceful face. He leaned down and rested his forehead onto hers, taking her in.

Ana had known he was there the whole time. His presence engulfed her. Strong, protective, calming. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah…” Arthur croaked, “Just… Checkin’ in on you.”

Of course. That was the closest he was going to get to him being vulnerable, and she accepted that much.

“I’m fine, for the most part.” Ana said, pulling the blankets away from the other side of her bed. She patted the mattress, “Come on.”

Arthur hesitated, “You sure…? I don’t… You don’t need to do that…”

Ana didn’t let him move from his place until he crawled over her and laid beside her. They both turned so they were facing each other. She smiled, running her thumb along the scars on his chin. He could almost melt at her touch.

“We need to tell the boy, Ana.” Arthur blurted out, “Sooner than later, after all this.”

Ana nodded, “I agree.”

They shifted closer together. Arthur wrapped his arms around Ana. Suddenly, things made sense. He felt like he was where he was supposed to be and he was tranquil enough to finally close his eyes.

[davekat-sucks]

I'm also going to post this here cause it's relevant to the most recent update, Karkat being a leader and fighting for the sake of his people. (I might be a spam risk, sorry) The scene that I'm going to reference happens right before the ending of Homestuck. It's something that's been in my head for a long while now, it seems like a set up for Karkat to be a leader for not just his people but the world(s)/ universe they are about to create. Echidna agreed to create another universe, only if, Karkat would live so he could lead or protect his people. Seems like the writers didn't completely forget about that.

This is what is bothering me though... Dirk's goal is to start another round of Sburb. (He is going to be successful, I imagine he is creating the very first universe, and the last, ending a chain and leading into the Beforus Troll's universe's creation.) The thing that irks me about all of this is how is Dirk going to get her to agree to that? Is she going to do that just so everything will exist in the first place?

This is the kind of plot senanagines I want to see Homestuck 2 do, not have Karkat cry about boy troubles.

I even doubt something like Karkat beating Clover, the world's most luckiest guy in the world, was part of the troll proving he can be a leader. Because 1. Nobody else was around to see him triumph over Clover. 2. Theme of luck has nothing to do with Karkat. It was Vriska. Clover's theme and gimmick is that he is lucky and could make the impossible possible. Nothing about it really ties to Karkat. If it's suppose to boost about his self confidence that he could overcome the impossible and finally be happy to lead, then it should have been done with Lord English or against The Condesce, actual powerful figures that orchestrated everything that has lead to up where he and the others are. My guess is that Dirk had created a human child with Rose stand in for them to be set up and groomed to be a Space Player. He, Rose, and Terezi would be the one to teach and tell her everything and that kid would be the one to try and convince the Echidna. There probably is going to be bullshit reasons of how did Dirk manage to create a specific person that would exactly be this aspect.

Because so far besides Alt Calliope, the two current Space Players we have are being set up as an awful person (Jade) or too far gone into something else that they won't focus on the bigger picture (Kanaya). And they are like this in both timelines. Even the Doomed Jade that is with Davebot and Aradia is currently under Alt Calliope's control, so even she can't be her own character. WhatPumpkin and HICU really hate Jade. Of course, that is if you think James Roach and HICU would even remember that denizen existed and was one of the reasons a universe was able to exist.

That's just my shitty theory fueled by nihilism towards this dubious sequel.

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Sunny meets Camp Halfblood

Chapter 2

Chiron hovered over the boy in the bed. When Dionysus had brought the mysterious lad from the woods, everyone had seen. So now, a crowd of curious children are peeking their heads through the windows of the infirmary. "Annabeth-" Chiron started, sounding exhausted. The young blonde girl- who through years of acting as her father role, he knows is beyond trustworthy to be here, watching the boy- nodded her head. "I'll take care of it." She stepped outside, clapping her hands together. "Cmon everyone! Get a move on! Apollo kids, you're supposed to be at horse riding! Ares kids, quit arguing! Go!" Percy, the boy who everyone knows can't keep his nose out of anything, so Chiron didn't bother kicking him out, laughed. "That's my girl," he said, watching his girlfriend, Annabeth. "Isn't she something?" Chiron merely nodded and turned his attention back to the young boy. "His eye.." He slowly removed the patch to examine what lies underneath. He wasn't expecting such a shocking sight. In his socket was no eye, just a dent in his head where one should be. Along the dent was a large, grotesque scar, very fresh. Percy peered over and winced. "Yikes. Wonder what happened to the poor kid." Annabeth walked back in an glanced over at the boy and sucked in through her teeth. "He must've been attacked by a monster." Though, Chiron didn't seem so sure. "I'm not sensing any sort of demigod attributes to this boy. He feels.. mortal." "But if he's mortal, then how did he get in?" Percy asked matter-of-factly. "That's what I can't seem to figure out... Mr. D!" Chiron called out to the camp's director who had found the mysterious boy in the woods. "Do you know anything about this child?" Mr. D looked up from his game of solitaire, very annoyed to have to be involved in something he really doesn't want to be involved in. Which is anything that has to do with Camp Halfblood. "Of course I do." "Is there anything you can tell us?" "I don't feel like it." "Are you serious?" Percy spat. "Why are you being so stubborn." "Listen here, Peter Johnson. I am the god of madness and insanity. When a person goes crazy or is manic or anything like that, I know. But I have a line not to cross. I don't tell people about it." "That's... actually very responsible," Annabeth said, very surprised by the god's maturity. "Also because I don't like getting involved in whatever you mortals are going because it's a stupid waste of time." "Aaaaaand there it is," Percy said, rolling his eyes. "Wait," Annabeth cut in. "You know mortals if they are manic or crazy or whatever?" "Yes," he said, clearly wanting this conversation to end so he can continue to be left alone. "So.. this boy.. is he-?" "He's a bit manic, yes. Not a danger by any means, though." Everyone else in the room exchanged suspicious glances. Not a danger, sure. To Mr. D, who is an all powerful god. But to them? They might not be so lucky. But before they could decide what to do about the now potentially dangerous boy they have harbored in their infirmary, they heard a light groan from an unfamiliar voice. "Sounds like he's back in reality," Mr. D said nonchalantly as he adds a 3 of clovers to his clovers pile. Annabeth drew her dagger and Percy prepared his pen, Chiron moving his wheelchair back, reading to jump out of it if need be. The boy sat up, revealing just how pale and sickly he looks in the light. His eye was dark with thin black hair hanging in his face. He kind of reminded Percy of Nico, just more.. sickly than scary. The boy blinked a little, his eye adjusting to the light before looking up at the people who surrounded his bed. It took him nearly 30 seconds to realize that he was actually in danger. But instead of screaming or crying or asking questions, he froze up and laid back down. "If this is Hell, and you're here to punish me for what I've done, please just make it quick..."

[i-love-klim]

12-year-old brother played through 999 recently. some notes on the experience

* he picked it up because we were both bored as fuck and 999 was one of like 3 games I had on my phone. for a while initially he had to borrow my phone (up until he got his first ending/I was able to set up retroarch on some lucky-not-to-be-ewaste laptop). which I would class as an 'ipad kid arrangement'

* he had some vague awareness of the funyarinpa going in so whenever it showed up ingame we shouted FUNYARINPA!!! FUNYARINPA!!! back and forth

* "this game is yap central. I mean I guess it's interesting, but like..." - quote from his first go at door 4

* after safe end (but before true end kicked in) he guessed akane might be zero. when asked to elaborate he replied "cuz zero's been with you the whole time... otherwise it doesn't make sense". his more confident guess around this time was santa (naturally)

* he didn't like clover very much I think. said clover was mostly kinda stupid which corroborates my thought about clover just not having a lot to do in VLR moreso than being flanderized into stupidity

* ending order was coffin (per my recommendation) -> sub -> axe -> knife -> safe -> true. I tend towards coffin as the first ending because it's what hooked me and the setup/payoff with the morphogenetic field is good and makes the plot make more sense but he thought it was a "boring" end & only really got excited once he got sub end... I guess if I ever get anyone else to play this game I'll recommend sub end first. also I was like "hmm you can maybe skip knife cus you don't learn anything that doesn't come up in other routes" but he wanted to see everything so he went ahead and I think it paid off. there are some interesting discrepancies in door 8 & door 6 if you pick door 4 first, and apparently the "red/white/black santa" rant is knife end-exclusive? I'd forgotten about that

* related to the last bullet point he was pretty insistent on taking it slow and rereading dialogue, for the most part. when he was en route to safe end he ffw'ed through a bunch of repeat dialogue but that was about it

* favorite escape room was door 7, he liked the puzzle where you add up the atoms in each compound listed

* I did not get to watch his live reaction to the elevator scene. but at one point he approached me and said "ummm... if you say 'she was afraid of being locked up with a boy' you get some weird dialogue". which is imo funnier

* he MIGHT play VLR. he's about an hour in now and he hasn't been nearly as into it as he was with 999 partially because VLR's opening act is vastly less intriguing than 999's but also just because he has more stuff to do now. like watching bluey and playing fortnite. I guess

also we're using the same dogshit laptop to play VLR and it only barely runs the PC port. you have to crank the resolution down if you don't want the game to lag and the CPU to run crazy hot when ~3 or more models are on screen at once, lol. maybe I'll drop the pretense and just replay VLR on my own...

[kindheart525]

As promised, here’s a look at the Thirdverse cast’s pets! Most of the cast has a little critter to love and care for (whether it be their own pet or the family pet) and most of them should make at least an appearance or two in the story, if not more!

1, 2, and 3. Each of the SugarJack kids gets a loyal dog to call their own! All of them are littermates and Winona’s grandpuppies.  First is Winnie, Blackberry Maple’s dog who was named in honor of the grandmother she resembles. She embodies the term “stallion’s best friend” wholeheartedly, accompanying her owner on many of his travels. Every now and then he embarks on a trip that he anticipates being dangerous or generally not dog friendly, in which case he leaves her at home to spend time with her littermates. But she’s always over the moon when he comes back, as shown in this little doodle! Second is Ethel, Orchard Sunrise’s dog. Her owner has her very well trained; she knows all kinds of tricks beyond the basic “sit,” “stay,” and “come,” and is always happy to show them off. While herding was already an instinct for her breed, Orchard has Ethel specifically trained to herd the rest of her family over when she needs them to do something for her. And of course Orchard keeps her very clean and well-groomed, fit for a proper show dog! Last but not least is Fireside Jam’s pup, Wilbur! She—yes, Wilbur is a girl—was the runt of the litter, but Jammy fell in love from his first look at her. The name comes from him assuming she was a boy puppy at first, but it stuck and she doesn’t care about gendered names anyway. She has a little bit of catching up to do with her siblings, not just physically as the runt, but because Jammy is still learning how to train her. Despite not always understanding the word “sit,” Wilbur is surprisingly gentle for such an active breed, and she’s well taken care of both by her favorite boy and his parents who are still really the ones in charge of her. Jammy is still growing up, but he’ll have his dog to grow up with him.

4. Celestial Blessing may have a strong command of dark spells like nopony else, but that doesn’t mean occasional mishaps and surprises still don’t come up for them. Nothing world-ending, thankfully, but that’s how they ended up with a live, magically-created manticore under their care. Sombra is fierce and intimidating, with a sting that can paralyze the mighty, except when it comes to the little dachshund she shares an owner with. Stygian is just as judgmental as his owner, if not more. One glaring look from his piercing blue eyes turns Sombra into a frightened, mewling kitten. He has never laid a paw on her and she could physically overpower him easily, but somehow she wouldn’t dare.  Yes, they were both named after the villains that once terrorized Equestria.

5. Bismuth Sun is extra busy, and she has only so many hooves and wings to do all the things she needs to get done. Lucky for her she has a few extra hands—more than a few, actually—to help her out. Pictured here are just a few members of the colony of meerkats who assist in her daily tasks. Scheduling, packing, even basic physical upkeep, she never has to fall too far behind with them around. All of them are named after great Equestrian legends, in keeping with Bissy’s family’s values. They include Starswirl the Bearded, Clover the Clever, Gusty the Great, and many more. Starswirl is the matriarch of the colony which she rules with an iron paw (look up meerkat social behaviors to see how brutal they get), but she’s kind to Bismuth and makes sure her fellow meerkats get things done.

6. Once upon a time, Laffy Taffy had a hamster named Creeper, named for one of her favorite video games. She took pretty good care of him, feeding him regularly and making sure he got the amount of attention he needed. Plus she’s practically nocturnal like hamsters are, so they had that to bond over. But hamsters are fragile creatures, and all it took was Laffy yelling at a lagging game a single decibel too loud to give Creeper a fatal heart attack (even though he was all the way across the room from her). Laffy misses him, but she’s not going to get another hamster just to watch it meet the same fate. Instead, she has a furby to keep her company now. This furby might as well be alive with how interactive it is, especially since it connects to a video game which she’s playing in this doodle. She has named her furby Candy Chomper (AKA “Tay-boo”) and has a lot of fun with him, although she sometimes forgets to put him to “sleep” when she should and wakes up to some very unsettling vocalizations in the dead of night.

7. Alligators in captivity can reportedly live up to 70 years, so Gummy is very much alive and well. He’s definitely not a baby anymore, and his bigger size and mouth full of teeth make that clear. Still, he’s the same gator he always was, silently contemplating the world around him and eating whatever treats his owners give him. He especially loves the kids. While he may look like he’s about to eat baby Galatea in this doodle, it’s common for alligators to carry their babies in their mouths so he’s just following the instincts of his foremothers. Kind of like Galatea is his own baby! Most ponies would expect him to be very territorial if he’s claiming the kids as his own like this, but he’s happy to share them with their actual parents. Gummy’s just another part of the family!

8. Fluttershy’s bunny Angel was still alive to meet her firstborn, although by then he was already quite a bit older than most normal bunnies would live to. Like the brat he is, Angel never liked Fluttershy’s husbands and he especially didn’t like that she was “replacing” him with a new baby. No, that thumping on her pregnant belly was not the happy kind. But he managed to tolerate the toddler Tiger Lily, only giving her a couple scratches which is much less than he wanted to give. Death would take him soon anyway. Tiger loved him to bits even when he did scratch or bite her, and she was quite overzealous with her love too. Not much has changed since then, as she is the same way with all of her mom’s other pets even when some of them aren’t the affectionate kind.

9. Somewhat similar to Angel, Rarity’s cat Opalescence also had an unfounded grudge against her first (step)daughter. Diamond Tiara didn’t even really do anything wrong, but neither did Rarity or Sweetie Belle and she liked to torment them sometimes too. That’s just how Opal is. There was also a little bit of jealousy with Opal not being the center of Rarity’s attention at home anymore, and new ponies entering her territory. Diamond Tiara didn’t really like Opal in return, but at least they stayed out of each other’s way for the most part. Opal would consider herself lucky she didn’t live to meet Rarity’s actual baby.

10, 11, and 12.Tank is still very much an integral part of the Dash family, and with how long tortoises live, he will be long after Dash herself is gone. He’s seen a lot of chaos in his owner’s life, from being there for some of her most difficult moments to also just watching all the hijinks the kids get up to. The three younger kids especially love including Tank in their activities. He’s been Moonray’s fashion model, Lantern’s therapy animal, Strawberry’s spinning toy, and more. Some of it he enjoys and some of it he very much does not, but Tank is glad to be there for the family regardless. Still, the three months a year he goes into hibernation are about the only quiet time he gets nowadays.

13. When they grow up, Earth Day and Princess Cut are not the only ones to become a couple. Like a love story straight out of a fairytale, their little poodles, Peep and Meringue, also take a liking to each other. They literally pull on their leashes to see each other whenever they catch so much as a whiff of the other’s presence, and they love nothing more than walks in the park together. It’s a win-win since it also gives their owners an excuse to meet up and bond more. It was meant to be from the first time Peep and Meringue tangled their owners up in their leashes and accidentally toppled them into a lake, and the fashion disaster of sopping wet clothes was worth it. There’s no doubt that Earth and Princess dolled their little dogs up in a bedazzled suit and dress a “wedding,” almost as extravagant as the wedding they would have themselves. And of course it won’t be long until a litter of puppies is on its way~

The Auraverse pets can be found here

[just-patchy]

C for the alphabet soup ask ? :)

Thanks for the ask! :3c for my sanity sake I’ll be sticking with my twst ocs, though I’ve also included my wip babies (and breaking my own rules of reserving my wna girls for my wna blog bc i don’t talk about them enough www)

Cetus Larimar

3rd year in Octavinelle and I made him only bc i wanted a whale shark merfolk oc. He’s a big boi and a little pookie. I’m not sure if I ever posted his UM but he does have one according to my drafts, it’s just nameless bc I couldn’t think of a name yet.

Shi Canlong

3rd year of my WIP fandorm Qilin, was the former dorm head until Yanque (2nd year, current dorm head) fought him for the position and won. He’s adopted and raised in a strict family so he’s actually pretty hard-working, he’s just also an arrogant lil shit (lol). I like to think of him as a bit of an honest guy

Calla Megrez

2nd year in Monarchia WNA (Az’s fanschool). I ended up developing her quite a bit in terms of trivia because it was really fun to do a “wild child” character. I also did a Black Clover AU for her because of it (the “wild child” aspect) since hierarchy and social class is a major theme in Black Clover, I thought it would be interesting to see how someone who’s generally rather removed from such social classes (due to being a bit of a societal outcast) would function.

Celestia Vikare

1st year WIP in Kriegskald and based off of Icarus! She’s a child genius who got into WNA early (13) and is basically a lil shit www a very typical ore-sama type character who gets super defensive when criticised but if you praise her it’ll go straight to her head (lol). She just does whatever she wants so she’s always getting in trouble

Clair Moreau

Vice dorm head of Lyrania (my fanschool WOA) and based off of the violin princess from Music Land. He’s canonically shipped with Lula (dorm head and based off of the alto saxophone prince) and is gnc. He’s generally pretty reserved but also a bit of a violin/strings instrument freak (specifically the actual strings. He likes pressing on those). I think I named him after the Clair de Lune?

Calixto Fynderne

2nd year based off of Narcissus, originally for Key’s fanschool PSU but like idk what to do with him lol, he’s neighbours with Lauren (WNA girl based off of Echo) and was her first crush but didn’t work out. Since most of his parasocial fans are girls his age, he’s not very good with women. His favourite food is also not disclosed for related reasons. He’s an awkward kid who loves himself much more than others, but you just need a lot of patience and maybe a bit of masochism to get him to open up www

Cosmo Dorado

1st year for Lizz’s fanschool DIE and based off of the Grizzly Gulch in HK Disneyland. He’s a very happy-go-lucky (emphasis on lucky) kid and honestly I almost had Komaeda in mind while I was making him because his talent is luck (except he doesn’t have the luck cycle that Komaeda does, he’s more like Naegi, though I also based him off of Uno from Nanbaka and unintentionally Orias from Iruma). Another problematic kid that does whatever tf he wants, but he looks up to the dorm head :3c

Claude Avenant

Music teacher and residential manipulative hag of NRC based off of Maestro Forte. Formerly a bigshot in classical music but retired and currently teaching as a bit of a hobby. I think I gave him a cane because Maestro Forte as an organ is bolted to the wall, so a human twisted from him would probably have mobility issues? It probably would have made more sense to make him paralysed to some extent but Maestro Forte is basically part of the room he was in because of all the stuff that’s connected so like???? The only thing that moves is his face and keys???? I don’t know man

Callista Lebeau

Librarian/Teacher at WNA and based off of Belle/Beauty (both Disney and original version). I think I had something I wanted to plan between her and Vargas due to their inspos but it’s been so long I forgor. According to age-old discord messages her sisters are like, guest teachers at WNA from time to time because ✨plot devices✨

[northstarscowboyhat]

Do you have any thoughts on the Justice family in Lucky Clover AU after the events of Undertale? I assume they move to the Surface, but what do they do with their lives?

Unfortunately, I am cringe and have thought about post UT events. Most of my thoughts are pretty loose though, not as concrete as Clover's time growing up in the Underground, but I can share some scattered thoughts!

Ironically, I imagine Ceroba/Starlo/Clover are among the last Underground inhabitants to move to the surface after the barrier was shattered. Ceroba had heavy reservations about leaving the house Chujin built and his grave behind. Of course, Starlo and Clover were more than patient and willing to wait and help her reconcile these feelings before they all moved.

I like the idea that when they do move, they build a new house that does resemble Ceroba's old house a lot, but is still distinctly it's own home. Somehow blends Japanese and western decor in a very seamless way. Nobody knows how they pulled it off, but they did.

I feel like Starlo definitely builds a new version of the Wild East when on the surface! Probably on a much smaller scale, since he doesn't really have the land to build an entire town LOL. It'd be more of a tourist attraction than it is a town like the original Wild East, but he still has a lot of pride in it.

Ceroba remains as a stay at home mom with Amalgamate Kanako, who requires a lot of attentive care that Ceroba is more than happy to provide her with. Kanako does regain a lot of her old personality, traits, memories etc but still needs help caring for herself. Which again, Ceroba is more than happy to do; she loves getting to make up for the time they lost together, and Kanako is very happy to be back with her mom even with the challenges that come from being an Amalgamate.

I have less concrete thoughts on Clover, though it should be noted that they absolutely keep up the cowboy shtick. I think they'd probably work at the new Wild East for a while, then maybe strike out on their own a bit, try out new things, do some sight seeing, etc. I could honestly see them eventually doing something with horses, like working at a stable or something, in between travelling around with Martlet. After having to live in hiding for so long, they'd appreciate having this newfound freedom and want to discover themselves more.

Not anything I thought in great detail about, but LC!Clover definitely has kids later on in life. All jokes aside, looking after Frisk definitely solidified for them that they want their own family someday.

Speaking of, should go without saying that Frisk doesn't live with Clover post Undertale Pacifist ending, LOL. Clover doesn't pretend they'll make a more suitable guardian than Toriel! But Frisk visits Clover a lot and they keep in touch.

[daandyli0n]

About He Came Back au... could you tell us a bit about the "missing" children once they grow up? We know about Gabe, Cassidy, and Charlie, but I'm a bit curious about the other kids! Love u and this au <3

aw, thanks man! yeah i have. Many Thoughts on these lil guys <3

so! they all kinda had to recover after y'know. almost getting murdered. but depending on what happened to them, they either took less or more time to recover (Cassidy took the shortest, Charlie took the longest, out of the main group). this only strengthened everyone's bonds.

now! onto the kids!

Susie:

- she becomes a dog mom :] she gets another golden retriever that she names Lucky II, after her first dog :] she has three dogs at any given time.

- she also adopts a child later on, and becomes a single mother (she's aroace). she names her daughter Clover, another reference to Lucky :]

- she gets into baking. she has shown up on her friends' doorsteps multiple times with either cookies or cupcakes. depends on the day. she works at a bakery.

- just a really bubbly and happy lady, despite everything. she's still got some sass, though.

Fritz (Jr.):

- his and Jeremy's bio parents get back together and he and Jere get a baby sister (Tabi)!! woo!!

- he gets sent to therapy for. a multitude of things: anger issues, the abuse he and Jeremy suffered from their stepfather, and The Incident.

- he mellows out after a few years, but he's still the brave, outgoing kid he was back then.

- they think his scars make him look more badass.

- Cassidy Introduces Them To Being Nonbinary, And He Could Not Be Happier.

- You Bet Your Ass That He Started Wearing A Pirate Eyepatch After Losing Their Eye.

- he is the guy that got Tabi into being a Foxy fan :]

- funnily enough, he grows up to be a child psychiatrist. he wants to help kids like him and Jere, y'know?

- they end up marrying a genderqueer person. good for him :]

- he's still very much into pirates (they're a special interest for them), and he makes that pretty clear. his therapy office has pirate related decor, sometimes he'll talk in a silly pirate voice to cheer kids up, and they still go to see Foxy shows at the Pizzeria. he doesn't care if the kids look at him weird, it makes him happy. :]

Jeremy:

- yeah, uh...he kinda lost his voice after Being Repeatedly Stabbed In The Throat. the doctors honestly thought he wouldn't make it.

- he learned ASL :]

- you thought losing his voice would stop his clownery at school? you fool.

- he got into playing guitar later on, and he owns a music store :].

- he teaches kids ASL when he goes over to the pizzeria to check on Gabe :).

- he confesses to Gabe in '94 by signing out 'I love you.' Gabe got real flustered.

- you don't wanna know how Overjoyed he got when he learned gay marriage got legalized. like, Gabe and Jere were just known as being unofficial husbands, sorta like how Cassidy and Charlie were known as being unofficial partners. but now!! they can Make It official!!

- he still has nightmares pretty often :(

Gabriel:

- he gets more confident over the years :)

- he gives the vibes of an awkward kid who felt embarrassed for being awkward and a lil goofy, but upon growing up just acts as silly and goofy as he wants. let him be a little silly and awkward!! the guy deserves it!!

- when he finally inherits the pizzeria after turning eighteen (long story: i have a hc about there being a Third business partner along with Afton and Emily, and this is Gabe's dad), he does really well, and gets along well with his customers. he is also the only person in Fazbear Entertainment, other than his father and Henry, who seems to have morals, because Jesus Christ.

- he doesn't follow the rule of Fazbear Entertainment where "We Are Not Liable For Anything Bad Happening-" because no!! tell him if something bad happened!! he wants to help fix it!!

- just a really sweet, goofy, and anxious man.

- he's also literally the only person besides Phone Guy (Daniel) who warns people about Afton (O'Hare/Springbonnie). because That's Kinda Some Important Info To Know.

- when Cassidy finally sealed Afton behind a wall, in a slightly illegal way, Gabriel promised not to say anything and also cover for them should word get out (he'd just claim that he asked them to do it).

- Freddy's is still open to this day, it's just moved locations around every few years or so.

- Gabe my beloved <3

the kids, when the og restaurant was still open, always felt uneasy about O'Hare after everything with Afton. is...is he really looking at them, or are they just being paranoid?

yeah, those are the kids i've spoken less about. Cassidy is on a quest to get rid of Afton once and for all, no matter the cost. Charlie is concerned for her partner, but willing to help where she can.

also, bonus!! The Afton Kids!!

they all have. Really Mixed Feelings on their father:

- Elizabeth feels kinda guilty about this whole thing, and really doesn't like thinking about it. she typically tries to change the subject if people talk about her father too much. she doesn't want to think about how her father tried to kill a bunch of kids, effectively because of her. as she's told Michael before, "If hadn't been so fucking stupid and actually listened to him for once, maybe none of this would've happened.." so yeah, she ain't doing well!

- Michael both hates his father for what he did, but can't help but miss him. regardless of the universe, Michael's got some Daddy Issues™️

- Adrian also doesn't wanna think about it too much, mostly because he can't wrap his head around why. it's also because of some weird, kinda traumatic nightmares where his father tries to reach out to him, but that's an entirely different post.

as far as Adrian's concerned, it's out of sight, out of mind. thinking about it brings up Bad Thoughts, and he'd like to Not have those, thanks.

but yeah. It's The Kids! minus Cassidy and Charlie, cause those two are practically their own post.

[encantoartdump]

So in the RP I'm in with @lizzywrites1 & @aquaauratora Bruno and Belisa's twin sons Adriano and Mancio (I'll post them later and edit this with their link) have the gift of limited time travel (Adriano can travel to the past, Mancio can travel to the future) and they wanted their mama and papa to meet sooner than they did in life...

In doing so the butterfly affect happened and... lo and behold... Bruno and Belisa ends up having three children alongside Pepa and Julieta's first three. Pushing the Triplets to fourth, fifth and sixth born. The twins seventh and eighth, and Laila ninth born.

This is the oldest of the butterfly affect kids:

Ezra Nacio Maldonado-Castillo-Madrigal

ALT Name/Nick Name: Lucky D.O.B.: September 13, 1929 Eyes: Clover Green (Activated gift Glows Gold) Hair: Black Brown, like Bruno. High Fade with side swept dreads. Skin: Tan Height: 5'8" Clothing Style: always has chest slightly exposed with untied tassels and shirt has mid-forearm length sleeves. Shirt is very faded green with diamonds (a symbol of luck in Colombia) in a faded but slightly darker green. Pants are essentially better-fitting versions of his papa's, with nice comfortable shoes that match the pants. He wears a sombrero vueltiao that is also green in color, but only wears it on the back of his head as to not mess up his dreads. Colors: Green, light green and brown Mom: Belisa Delphia Maldonado-Castillo-Madrigal Dad: Bruno Jorge Hernando Madrigal Alma Gemela (If Known): N/A Gift: Probability Manipulation Talent (If Non-Gifted): N/A Job: gives an extra boost to people who need a little extra luck that day… or can take luck away if what someone is doing isn't favorable. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

[smile-files]

So you have any headcanons for clover or any other iii character?

oooh yes!!!! i have been over some of these before... i mainly have headcanons for characters i kin, so clover especially!!!!! i might have headcanons for other ii3 characters but if i do i don't remember them lol

some (of my many) clover headcanons:

ace. arospec? like that weird thing i described, where she gets crushes but can just turn them off. biromantic :)

she/they. weird girl-adjacent gender

ashkenazi jewish (basically canon because 1. matzah ball soup and 2. i said so)

autism B))) special interest is lepidopterology (just like me for real)

i have the feeling their family is super unlucky and they're the one anomaly who ended up with luck

listens to rock music!!!!!!!!!!!!

avid badminton player :D

favorite colors are pink and yellow! also kins fluttershy from mlp. these two facts are totally unrelated

lots of people get crushes on her, or at least she thinks they do (she particularly thinks nickel likes her which he very much does not)

loooooves watermelon :]

since the box incident they've been pretty anxious - not for themselves, but for other people. they worry a lot about how their actions affect those around them

mary sue (affectionate)

some kind of inferiority-superiority complex/impostor syndrome. believes everyone loves her and that the world loves her (which in a way they do) but thinks she doesn't deserve it at all

friendly but shy. if you know what i mean. will not approach you but will talk to you if you approach them

daydreams and doodles a lot

loves to sing and play ukulele :DD

jack of all trades, master of none... (or so they think)

has never been sick/injured in her life (besides that one time she died)

wants to make the world a better and happier place!! wants everyone to be as lucky as they are!!! (go cheer factory!!!!!) <3

teenager. she's my age :)

has a flip phone. lol

gets inspired whenever they see anyone do anything at all

weird popular quiet art nerd kid at school. you know

gumi megpoid...

wants to be in a band

loves to skip and spin around!!! full of whimsy and joy

has never cursed and never will

doesn't know what to think about cabby and silver spoon. she relates to them? but also kind of dislikes them? but also kind of has crushes on them sometimes??

can't stand the cold

they don't celebrate easter but it's their favorite non-jewish holiday

doesn't celebrate st. patrick's day either. just thinks people are celebrating her lololol (i imagine her birthday is then but it works either way)

drinks milk a lot. like a lot. certified milk enjoyer

often talks in a babyish voice when with people she's comfortable with

yeah those are the ones i can think of right now B)) for some reason i feel lightheaded now B)))) lol

[nevalizona]

🍀 CLOVER, 🏊 SWIMMING, 🎡 FERRIS WHEEL, 🔫 PISTOL & 📎 PAPERCLIP

Included Ivy Nicole because why not! (And a surprise Genevieve moment!) Thabk you for these! They were very fun!

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

Harvey- He has a childlike fascination with luck. He takes precautions to not do anything inherently unlucky. He thinks his bad luck is due to something he must've done, so he's trying to avoid anymore bad luck for the time being.

Ernesto- Absolutely not. In fact, he despises the concept.

Juanita- She doesn't really have any feelings on luck overall. No reason to believe in it. No reason to not believe in it.

Suzanne- She doesn't believe in it perse... but she does like looking for four-leaf clovers and avoids things that could jinx her.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Ivy Nicole- She grew up in a desert. There was a community pool but her mom didn't like the kids using it too much. She can be in the shallow end if she does go in. She can float but it scares her to do it for too long. She does not believe humans should be able to swim in the ocean. Nuh uh. No way.

Harvey- He likes wading in the water. Just taking in the scenery and the calm. He's an okay swimmer. Could be better. He loves the ocean, but respects it so he knows not to go too deep into the ocean.

Ernesto- He loves swimming. Being alone with his thoughts is nice when he can focus on the water and holding his breath. He can't swim in the ocean, but he does like letting the waves smack into him.

Juanita- She can swim but very poorly. She is the only one out of her and her brother that can't do it. He teases her about it. She likes looking at the ocean but that's it. She thinks it's cool when people can just be in the ocean and not worry about drowning.

Suzanne- She can't swim for shit! She went under once as a kid and has never been the same since. Her sisters aren't the best swimmers but they can in case of an emergency. No matter what though, she still likes to be in the water. Swimming in the ocean terrifies her. Sometimes she can't even be in the ocean ankle deep. Her love for the ocean is major but definitely from a distance.

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

Ivy Nicole- Absolutely not?! At that height? No way. No how. Ellis would've loved it though but respected that Ivy Nicole is terrified of heights.

Genevieve- She thinks this is such a romantic concept. She would love it so much! It's thrilling. It's exciting. It's everything she's dreamed of.

Harvey- He thinks it's incredibly sweet. He loves the idea of holding hands with his significant other and sharing a sweet kiss at the tippy top. He would feel warm about it for days after.

Ernesto- Maybe back when he was in high school. He thinks it's a bit childish now.

Juanita- She likes the idea. But it definitely depends on her partner. With Lincoln she knows that he won't try to tease her or frighten her so she would like it with him. She would think it's sweet in fact.

Suzanne- In theory? Yes. In practice? Good luck even getting her on the ferris wheel in the first place.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Ivy Nicole- Yes and no. When Ivy Nicole trusts someone she goes all in. When she doesn't, she's nearly damn near impossible to get close to. It's hard to tell who she'll trust right away and who will have to work to earn her trust. She can flip on people pretty easily. When she feels something she feels it with every fiber of her body and often she doesn't know how to deal with those emotions so she just stops talking to the people altogether. She has been backstabbed before. It hurt a lot and she hasn't recovered from it. If she needed to betray someone, she probably could.

Harvey- He trusts way too easily. He tries to see the good in people even if they don't deserve it. He could never turn his back on anyone. No matter how they are to him, he goes running back for companionship. He hasn't been backstabbed before but people have done him wrong. He internalized it thinking its his fault. He would never betray anyone. Nothing would ever make him turn on a person like that.

Ernesto- He doesn't trust easily and he turns on people just as quick. He's scared of letting people get into his life again. He has been massively backstabbed before. It's the basis to his entire story. It's what got him in prison in the first place. No, he would never betray anyone. He doesn't see the point.

Juanita- She trusts a normal amount. She listens to her gut and goes from there. She tries to be cordial and give people a shot, but she isn't afraid to walk away from someone if she needs to.

Suzanne- She has trouble trusting. She can make friends but that only goes so deep. She's scared about letting people in. She can put distance between herself and those she knows because she's bad about getting close to others. She hasn't been backstabbed before because she doesn't get close enough to people for that to be an option.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Harvey- He can speak Spanish pretty well. He tried really hard to learn basic Vietnamese so he could try to talk to folks as needed. He would have liked to learn more.

Suzanne- She was almost engaged once but before he could fully propose with a ring, he called it off. Never really explained why and she didn't have the heart to ask.