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Dadbastian Week: Different Kids

I was not very polite with this one, and also I need to explain myself for this one bc I made an AU just for this one fic.

The Needed Prelude: It's an AU where Sebastian has both Phantomhive twins. How? I have no idea. R!Ciel is just Ciel. O!Ciel is... unnamed sonboy. Sebastian serves O!Ciel, but R!Ciel kinda isn't his business. R!Ciel is the Earl Phantomhive, but O!Ciel snatched up the Guard Dog gig out from under his feet bc he wants his revenge. R!Ciel doesn't know Sebastian is a demon, he's just chilling and has no idea a revenge plot is happening.

Needed Content Warning: Mentions of the twins backstory. Also favoritism. That's all.

Ok I'm done talking now, it's for @dadbastianweek2023

Have fun, God knows I had fun. I love messy things.

Favoritism

A proper Phantomhive butler did not pick favorites. He serves all members of the household with equal attentiveness, as anything less would be highly unprofessional.

… That being said, Sebastian had a favorite Phantomhive twin.

It was his twin, obviously. The fact that the boy had a contract with him was definitely a factor, but it was far from the only reason that he held the younger of the two in an esteem higher than that of his brother.

Another, much bigger factor is that his own charge caused significantly less trouble for him. The boy was quiet, and when he did need to stir up something for the sake of his revenge it was always the type of mess that Sebastian enjoyed getting tangled up in. The thought had even crossed his mind once or twice that the youngest Phantomhive boy really would make one hell of a demon.

Ciel Phantomhive was a different story. He was loud. He enjoyed pulling silly little pranks on his much more serious brother, disagreeing entirely with the idea that they were both no longer children. It was the kind of behavior that made Sebastian scoff, realizing what his young master had meant when he expressed to Her Majesty some doubts about his older brother’s ability to inherit their father’s secondary title. 

Ciel Phantomhive as the Queen’s guard dog. The thought of it almost made Sebastian laugh.

Still, the older twin wasn’t without his charms. He was gregarious, easy to like, and arguably an agreeable young man (though a bit of a people-pleasing doormat if you asked Sebastain for his honest opinion). He really did make a fine Earl Phantomhive, especially considering that his skills in mathematics weren’t entirely hopeless and that he didn’t cower in fear at the thought of a public event.

Sebastian tried not to let his distaste show, but it was hard sometimes. His own master was so clever, something that had been a driving force behind Sebastian’s loyalty remaining with him. He had such a razor-sharp intellect that made even a demon sit at the edge of his seat and watch excitedly for his next move. Compared to such a cunning little mind, Ciel Phantomhive just looked…

Dull.

It wasn’t as if this opinion was shared only by himself. The Young Master also seemed exhausted by his brother’s antics.

“He thinks his job is so hard!” The boy would groan.

“Indeed, if saddled with your position, he would crack under the pressure.“ Sebastian would agree before looking up, his face showing no remorse. “If you pardon my saying so.”

The truth was that the new Earl Phantomhive was stuck in the past, trying far too hard to salvage the past from the wreckage with childish pranks and rude behavior behind the closed doors of his own manor. The worst part of all of it is that whenever he acted in such a manner, he would look to Sebastain of all people for approval. And Sebastain was not one to find such antics endearing.

Yes, the only words to describe Ciel Phantomhive were as follows; Sentimental, painfully unfunny, and so very dull.

So dull he had yet to notice a demon living under his own roof.

---

“Sebastian?” A voice shocked him out of his thoughts, nearly causing him to drop the dish he was wiping down into the empty basin. He turned, his reaction entirely dependent on who exactly was standing in the kitchen doorway.

The shaggy blue-black hair didn’t tell him much, so he moved his eyes down to the eyes. Only one was visible, with the other hidden away behind a sensible black eyepatch. His face softened.

His twin.

“I didn’t even hear you coming, Young Master.” He said with a gentleness that made it all sound like a laugh. He supposed he must have been too wrapped up in his thoughts to feel the boy’s soul approaching him. It happened from time to time, though he did try not to be so careless.

He glanced down at the blue suit the boy wore, raising an eyebrow at it. “Did we not decide on the green one for today?”

His master shrugged, looking down at the floor in what Sebastain assumed was shame. “I spilled my tea. Tanaka helped me change.”

Sebastian tutted softly, turning his attention back to the dish in his hand. “You must be more careful, My Lord.”

Something about his phrasing made his charge tense up, but everything seemed to do so nowadays. ‘Teenagers’, Sebastain thought with the slightest hint of disdain as he waited for the boy to say whatever it was he had needed so badly that he walked all the way down to the kitchen rather than just calling for him.

“... Am I your favorite?” 

Well… that wasn’t quite what he expected.

“... Pardon?” This time, the plate was set carefully at the bottom of the wash basin as Sebastain turned to give his full attention to the young boy.

“Am I your favorite?” He asked again with more confidence. “Who do you like more, me or Ciel?”

The question was so uncharacteristically bold that it startled an unbecoming bark of a laugh out of Sebastain’s throat. “You, of course.”

There really was no need for hesitation. It’s not as if he could lie to the boy. Better to just spit out the answer if the question was going to be so simple and of such little consequence.

His young master looked horrified by his answer. In a way, Sebastian could not blame him for such a reaction. It did not bode well if your actions earned you the favor of a demon. And indeed, he most certainly deserved the favor he received.

“What is this about, anyway?” Sebastian teased lightly. “Have you fallen victim to a sudden bout of insecurity?”

His young charge’s lip quivered, so the boy bit it to keep it still. Sebastian paused for a moment, wondering if maybe he had been a bit too careless with the topic at hand. After all, humans were very attached to their senses of morality. No matter how skewed it may be.

“As if you would care.” The boy muttered with such bite that Sebastain felt he had really earned the guard dog title. Sebastian went to open his mouth, maybe say something to mend the situation slightly, but the boy was already gone by the time he mustered the pathetic “ah” noise in protest.

Well…

That seemed like a dilemma in the making.

---

“Sebastian!” This time the voice that called his name pulled him in a way that was more tangible, yanking his movements to a stop as he felt his master’s presence grow strong and irritable. “Sebastian!”

“Yes Young Master, what is it?” He turned, watching the boy run up to him in his… green suit? “The green one is back?”

The younger Phantomhive twin;s scowl wavered just long enough to show his confusion. “What are you-” He growled in frustration, and only then did Sebastian notice the hand placed firmly over his left eye. “Where is Ciel?”

Sebastian looked confused now. “If I remember correctly, the Earl Phantomhive was meant to be out on business today.”

“Well he isn’t,” The boy growled. “And that wasn’t an answer.”

Sebastian’s brow furrowed even more, if that was at all possible. “I assure you, I have not seen him as far as I’m aware.”

“Well he has to be-” Speak of the devil and he shall appear, rounding the corner sharply and slamming a hand right in his brother’s chest. 

His younger brother coughed hollowly on impact, forcing Sebastian to bend down and watch closely for an asthma attack as the boy held a fist against where he had been struck.

Once the coughing subsided, he uncurled his fist and showed Sebastain the eyepatch that lay crumpled up in his palm. “You ASS-”

Rather than scold the younger brother for his language, Sebastian lifted his head to demand the older apologize immediately for his behavior.

That is until he saw the back of Ciel’s blue jacket.

He hummed curiously as his charge quickly covered up his eye with the patch and demanded help tying it.

So, Ciel Phantomhive was in fact capable of manipulation.

It indeed was a day full of surprises.

---

“You’re in the wrong study.” That was the only greeting Sebastian got as he opened the door to Ciel’s personal workroom. He had to admit, if upsetting him so was the only way to keep him hard at work even after the sun had gone down, then he should make a habit of being even less sensitive. 

No, that wouldn’t do. This much conflict would only get in his way as time went on.

He smiled. “No, I believe I’m in the right place.”

There was no response.

“... I bought hot chocolate,” He tried again. “With cinnamon and cream.”

Still nothing.

Sebastian sighed, placing the cup down in the boy’s line of sight. He supposed he was going to need to be even more direct than he had thought (yet another reason why the other brother was preferable. Bribery was still an option for minor blunders).

“I owe you an apology, My Lord.” He said sympathetically. “It was wrong for me to say such things, even in jest.”

Of course he hadn’t been joking. But technically he hadn’t said that he meant it as a joke either.

Ciel’s brow furrowed, and Sebastian wondered if he was about to witness the elder brother’s version of the famous Phantomhive rage he had already seen on full display so many times.

He hadn’t once ever considered that such a face could be the prelude to tears.

He was too stunned to speak as those glassy blue eyes turned to him, filled with some type of betrayal that Sebastian hadn’t felt was warranted until he saw it firsthand. “Why do you hate me?!”

“I-” He cleared his throat, trying to gain his composure once more. “I assure you My Lord, I don’t hate you.”

How could he? Children were too innocent by nature to truly hate. He just so happened to not find much value in innocence.

“You don’t like me!” Ciel yelled, and Sebastian had to bite his cheek. That part unfortunately was true. “You adore him! When he calls, you answer! When he speaks, you applaud! B-but when I do it, you just- you just-”

Something dug its claws into Sebastian’s spine. Something that seemed like shame. He really hadn’t meant to make his lack of affections so noticeable. 

“My Lord,” He knelt down to what would have been eye level if Ciel wasn’t doing everything in his power to not even look at him. “You must understand, your brother sometimes requires special attention. He’s been through a lot-”

“So have I!” Ciel cut him off with a cry painful enough to make even a demon feel guilt burrow into the pit of his stomach.

In his three years as the Phantomhive butler, he had never even considered it. Of course he had been aware that the boys had both been taken the night their parents had been killed. He knew logically that they had both taken the same route from start to finish, the only difference in their memory being what happened in those last few minutes before the horror was over.

When his charge woke in the night, thrashing, screaming, vomiting, clinging to the nearest source of warmth for salvation, Sebastian rushed to his side and held him tight until the memories faded into black and he was brought back to the land of the living, shaking like a newborn deer.

Who did that for Ciel? Did anyone do that for Ciel? Or had he been forced to fight his way through those fits all alone?

Sebastian tried to swallow the sand-like shame in his throat. Perhaps he had misjudged the boy’s resolve.

Slowly as to not startle Ciel, Sebastian reached into his breast pocket and extended a handkerchief to the sobbing boy in front of him.

Lord only knows how pitiful his face must have looked for Ciel to decide to throw himself into Sebastian’s chest instead. He allowed it, wrapping his arms around the boy and allowing him what little comfort he knew how to extend.

“There, there.” He whispered to him in the voice he only ever used for the child’s brother. “You’ve been very brave.”

And it was true. There were few things Sebastian could think of that were more courageous and more human than smiling at the face of hell. It was the type of behavior that Sebastian was sure would make the late Lord Phantomhive quite proud.

But he wasn’t here. So Ciel was vying for praise from the man he felt was the closest thing he could get now in lieu of fatherly affection.

Hesitantly, he placed a kiss on top of the child’s head. “You’ve done well.”

He cried even harder, clinging harder to Sebastian’s lapels. Something about the situation brought Sebastian a sick satisfaction that his demonic nature just couldn’t ignore.

He would not crave his attention if he knew the truth.

After all, he was not as dull as he had initially seemed.

[dsireland86]

Beneath The Surface

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 This dinner with your family is going nowhere. It's not at all what you had in mind when your mom called you last week. Your oldest brother is getting married in a few days, and to celebrate, your parents are hosting a family dinner; complete with aunts and uncles you hadn't seen since you were probably five or six.

Your mother insisted it was time for you to introduce your boyfriend of a few months to everyone. At first, you declined, explaining to your mom that he's just returned from traveling for work and he's pretty exhausted, but your mother is persistent and wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

So, with some hesitation, you called Nick, explaining to him the situation, and that you completely understand if he doesn't want to. You're expecting him to say no. Why wouldn't he? No guy, ever, is excited to meet their girlfriend's family.

"It's about time I get to meet your family," was his answer.

Okay, except maybe Nick.

You rolled your eyes, at the positive asshat that he always is.

"I haven't told them," you confess, regretfully. "Haven't told them what?" "What you do for a living."

There’s a pause, and you're afraid you might have upset him.

"Oh, you mean the hired hit man thing?"

What the hell? Can't he take anything seriously.

"Really, Nick?"

You sighed in relief that he wasn't actually upset, but if he could see your face, he'd tell you to quit rolling your eyes because you look like a spoiled brat. The thought made you grin.

"I'm serious. I haven't told them much about you, actually." "Why not?"

You caught the slight distress in his voice.

"Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"What? No! No, it's not like that. It's just that, well, my family isn't always the most warm and accepting type, that's all. My love life and who I chose to date aren't any of their business."

There was more silence. You hate silence.

"Nick?" "It's because I have tattoos,  isn't it?"

The lightheartedness of Folio's joke made you grin.

"I happen to like all your tattoos, thank you very much."

"Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. I have the bruises from last night proving it."

Nick's comment had you blushing and your heart racing.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" "Shut-up." "No, come on, admit it, baby; you loved every second of last night." "Well," you stuttered, trying to think of something smart to say, but instead settled for the truth. "Getting fucked in the bathroom at the venue after my boyfriend's show wasn't the ideal place I had in mind." "Maybe, but you sounded so pretty, and you felt like fucking heaven. You always do, no matter where we are." "Yeah? Is that so?" "Yes, ma'am, it is."

Nick hummed, following it with a light chuckle.

"Alright, so can you help me, or not?" "Hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule. I'm not sure," "NICK!" "Okay! Okay! Yes, I'll come. Fine. Happy? "Very."

So, here you sit with Folio on your left side and your soon to be sister-in-law on your right.

"So, Nick, tell us what it is you actually do for a living," your mother says.

She's at least playing nice and being somewhat respectful. Maybe it's because one of her kids is finally doing something with their life that she agrees with.

"Er, sure."

He looks over you and smiles, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze beneath the table

"I'm a drummer in a band."

Your mother's eyes grow wide.

"Really?" "Yes, ma’am," Folio nods proudly. "Like, in a real band? "Mom! Seriously?"

You hide your face in your hands, completely embarrassed.

Folio’s laugh helps you relax, and so does the second squeeze on your thigh, only this time his hand goes a little further up until it's resting right against your thin laced panties, giving his fingers easy access to your wet, hot sex. It immediately takes away the embarrassment.

"Yes, ma'am, a real band. In fact, we just got back a few days ago from our three week tour in the States. Played our last show about an hour from here last night."

Folio wiggles his fingers against the inside of your thigh, brushing your throbbing core lightly. It's enough to make you grind your teeth and clench your muscles.

"Oh well, have I heard of your band before?" your mother asks.

You slide your hand over Nick's thigh and grip his knee tightly. His fingers fidget with your panties, and you know what he wants; for you to open your legs just a little and allow him access, which you willingly give him. But you're not about to let him have all the fun.

"Not unless you listen to metalcore," Nick answers respectfully, but you catch the sarcasm in his voice, huffing a slight laugh at your mom's turned up face in disgust.

"Metal, what?" "Metalcore. It's a certain, eh, um," Folio stammers, caught off guard by the unexpected feeling of your hand caressing the inner part of his thigh, right up against his swollen cock. It's sensitive and full of pressure that's growing hotter the more you rub his thigh. Suddenly, he can't think straight enough to form a proper thought.

"Have you forgotten what kind of music you play, Nick?" "I'm sorry, what did, oh yeah... metalcore," Folio says weakly, clearing his throat. "It's, er, it's..." "It's harder than normal rock, with singing and aggressive screaming, Mom. It's nothing you'd like." 

Your mom stares at you blankly, unknowing you have your hand deep inside the jeans of the man beside you, massaging his balls. They're soft and the perfect size to fit in your hand, matching the perfect erection already thick and hard, right above them. Feeling the tightness of Folio’s thigh muscles and how they flex then relax has you feeling a massive power trip at the moment. You have this sweet, beautiful man at your mercy, driving him absolutely out of his fucking mind, and you're loving every second of it.

"Ughh, no thank you," your mom grimaces and shakes her head. "That's not my preferred taste. But I can tell how happy you make my daughter just by the way you look at her, so I'll cut you some slack there. But you better be good to her, or I'm sending her big brother after you."

She points her sharp red nailed finger at Folio, and he grins wide like a Cheshire cat. It's contagious.

You move in closer to him, pulling your chair over and wrap your free hand through his arm to hold on to him. Folio lays his left hand over your right as you continue working his cock beneath the table. Your pace is slow and tight, and you know exactly how he feels about tightness and how it always makes him cum really hard; especially when you’re riding him. It drives him crazy every single time.

Thankfully, the conversation about Folio has dropped, and everyone moves on. Some get up from the table and leave, including your parents, brother, and his fiance, while others immerse themselves in deep conversation.

"Holy shit, baby, what are you doing,” Nick softly cries, turning his face down and whispering in your ear.

“Shhhh, trust me. Just relax. I’ll be quick.”

You bite your bottom lip after hearing a deep groan leave him, planting your face in the side of his neck, leaving small kisses on his partially damp skin.

He's breathing hard, in and out through his nose and gritting his teeth, doing his best to keep his composure while you fuck him nice and slow with your hand.

Folio grabs your wrist, and you look up at him, but his eyes remain close while lines of frustration crease his forehead.

“Do you want me to stop?” you whisper against his ear. He shakes his head quickly.

Wiggling your wrist out of his grip, he doesn’t stop you as you continue doing what you're doing in order to achieve your goal. His knee suddenly slams into the table and hits the table top from beneath, making you snicker when a whispered curse leaves his mouth.

“Are you sure you don't want me to stop?” you ask again, trying to hide your amusement as some of the others around the table look your way. You indicate everything's all good, and they go back to their conversations.

“Fuck no, don’t you dare, sto… mmmm fuck…” he mutters, dropping his head. His quiet sounds are turning you on so much, making you so wet between your legs that all you can think about is getting him back to your house as soon as possible.

Nick begins to pant harder, trying his best to keep quiet. You work him faster, keeping your eyes locked on him like he's your prey. You want to watch this man fall apart for you in your hands.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he shrieks, gabbing your wrist. “Y/N, you're gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager!” “Then cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel," echoing his words from last night.

You’re being cruel, teasing him so ruthlessly in a public place, but you don’t care. This is payback for last night.

“Fuck, Y/N, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nick’s knee slams into the table again as he spills his cum all over your hand. The rush it gives you could almost make you climax, but thankfully you’re able to keep it together. You don’t bother to look around, only at the man in front of you. He's out of breath and his legs are trembling.

You retrieve your hand from inside his jeans, feeling a pang of guilt for the mess you've made. Just as you kiss the side of his face, Folio turns and catches you in a heated kiss, locking both hands around your face desperately.

“I fucking love you," he gushes with a lopsided grin. "I know you do. Even without all that," you tease, glancing down at his crotch.

Folio just stares at you for a minute, making you wonder what he's thinking.

"You're right, I do, I really fucking do."

He leans in and kisses you again.

"But you just wait until I get you back to your house. I won’t be nice to you. You’re going to pay dearly for what you've just put me through.”

The hint of playfulness is plain in Folio's voice, but the deep intensity you see lurking behind his soft brown eyes makes your skin heat up and the fire burning for him in your veins even hotter.

"Oh, yeah, well you’ll have to catch me first. And considering what you’ve got going on under there, I’m not sure if that’s possible. You look a little, er, messy at the moment."

The sarcastic smirk that spreads over your face is impossible to hide. You keep direct eye contact with Nick, challenging him in such a tormenting way that it's agonizing. But it's quickly replaced with amusement, and it lightens your heart.

“You’re a monster, Y/N. Un-fucking-believable. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. "

You laugh and wiggle just as he pokes your side, tickling you briefly while shaking his head.

"Come on, let's go home. We can shower, and I'll even be nice and clean up my mess."

Folio runs his hand to the back of your neck and he pulls you in, kissing you deeply.

"You're beautiful, baby."

His smile is sweet, but serious.

You swallow the lump in your throat to keep your blush from setting your cheeks on fire.

"Yeah, well, you're perfect, so I guess that makes us even."

He lightly laughs.

"Yeah, I guess so."

[stromulites]

List of Stuff for BJ and more Unsolicited Lore, plus the playlist.

I fucked up on the poll so i'll just post both of them wkelrnksdg. Also since it's in no particular order and my adhd's being a little Prick, it's kind of a mess. If it retreads old ground, hopefully it's giving more context to it and not just repeating the same thing. Playlist will be at the end H

~ Retains heat pretty well. If he was sunbathing for an extended period of time, he’d probably hold that temp for 3-4 hours before he returned back to room temp. Can get above normal human body temps this way.

~ Uses his wings to make himself look more imposing. Usually this ends badly since it’s most certainly an indoors conversation, and those things don’t fit indoors usually.

~ Is constantly worried he isn’t that great to hug/be in physical contact with since he’s cold all the time and what-not. Because of this he usually won’t initiate physical affection unless he just finished sunbathing or something.

~ Can, in fact, turn into a bird. A blue jay to be specific. All reapers can do this as it’s most cost effective to interact with the real/physical world this way. This does not mean they act like the birds they disguise themselves as though.

~ Currently is holding onto Grayson’s coat for them, after Sebastian finally gave it to him after getting tired of the constant Theft. Doesn’t wear it often because it feels weird, but does privately or to feel more secure.

~ Since it’s warm and kind of heavy, it relieves some of the dysmorphia from being room temperature all the time and weighing almost nothing due to being a ghost basically (21g normally). Wearable weighted blanket essentially.

~ Doesn’t know IDU!pico that well at this point, but doesn’t have a good impression of him. Mostly because Pico tried to kill him once, but since his face was covered BJ doesn’t know what he looks like. Only that he’s familiar and probably hates him by the way he keeps glaring holes into his back.

~ Doesn’t sleep often (doesn’t need to) since he most definitely will have nightmares about his death. Most Reapers make peace with it at some point, but since his death was so violent and emotionally charged, it’s unlikely he’ll let it go anytime soon. 0% chance to make him talk about it either unless he's in a breakdown or something.

~ That being said, being warm/in a place with people he knows and likes will make him doze off. Snores loudly. Sleeps like a brick when he doesn’t dream. Good luck waking him up when he’s not dreaming.

~ Still can sing, he doesn’t do it anymore on account of his lungs being Fucked and fried from smoke inhalation. Has traded this off to focus more on his guitar skills whenever he can. He does miss it though, and is easily carried away when he does feel better.

~ What he doesn’t know is that the coughing is more of a psychological effect of his death, and if he’s really into something, he won’t cough at all.

~ If he likes you well enough, he will start giving you his own feathers (the smaller ones from his blue jay form). Usually in the form of keychains/charms he put together himself, but sometimes he’ll give just the feathers.

~ All Reapers have a ‘Reaper’s Cane’. BJ’s is a microphone stand/looks like one without the microphone. He has taken to using it to great effectiveness as a blunt weapon.

~ Made a promise to Hannah a long time ago when they meet by coincidence as children. Immensely guilty that he broke it and left her alone for two years without any other friends/support. Has a new promise to himself to be there when she eventually does die, no matter what the cause would be.

~ The most Chronic of Worriers, but only in regards to people he loves/is close to. If he doesn't know you well and you snip at him, he will snip back and escalate. This will result in a fistfight where BJ strikes first if it's not broken up.

~ On the other hand, he enjoys sitting around and watching other people go about their business. Parallel play :)

~ Cannot cook, please don't ask him to do that. He hasn't touched a stove in two years and has a fear of fire. He will turn your Biscuits to Charcoal Briquettes and Cower when it catches fire.

~ Theoretically would be able to carry someone in flight, but just one occupant and probably not anywhere in his home dimension/timeline. Probably no set weight limit for that person? Just don’t expect him to carry an entire truck or whatever lmao.

~ Was initially nervous to leave Hannah alone for rgbfverse stuff, but Grayson pushed him to go. Both to give Hannah a breather, and so that BJ can unwind and not worry about her for a bit. It can’t be healthy to stress over this one detail for days on end, can it?

And here's the playlist lmao. I'll add to both lists whenever I have an Idea or listen to a song that fits.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Ace Attorney: IF (... Part 9)

… I'm going to be a little weird and begin jumping around the timeline now that we've reached the 2016-2019 era. As expected, JFA is tough for me to drum up inspiration for. And rather than rush it out haphazardly, I'll sit and stew on 2017. I'll also hold off on Trials and Tribulations because let's be real, I derailed much of that game with Diego and Mia as they currently are.

So rather than immediately dive into characters like the Berry Big Circus, or Mask DeMasque, or Tender Lender… Let's just… Put all those on hold for the moment. (人◕ω◕) I want to have fun with these posts, and I think I'm seeing one of my problems: I'm diving too much into the mysteries and crimes. I like dabbling in those, but these posts are supposed to be outlines anyway. So I'll endeavor for…brevity, and not get weighed down by details of cases. If they come up, they come up. If not, we can chat about them if you guys are ever curious. (人◕ω◕)

So let's look to the future instead. Add a bunch more new colorful characters to our merry brood. (人◕ω◕) Let's start with… 2019. April. (人◕ω◕)

Zak Gramarye. Charged with murdering his mentor, Magnifi. We all know he only works with people that he can acknowledge, and with Phoenix as a prosecutor that already changes quite a bit. He still dismisses Kristoph as his attorney, but that leaves the question of who he'd seek out for representation instead. … The answer is… Interesting. Initially he wants Edgeworth, but Miles isn't as quick to rise to the bait as Phoenix was. This leaves Uncle Ray to nominate Sebastian, who's freshly graduated from Themis Legal Academy at only 17.

Naturally, this goes about as well as you might think. Miles and Ray both have separate cases that day, so Sebastian makes a solo debut as an attorney against Klavier Gavin, who's also a fresh prosecutor (… And been given a hot tip of forged evidence at play). Sebastian receives the fake notebook page from Trucy, and assuming that she got it from Ray or Miles, thinks nothing of it. However, Sebastian does show the page to Zak to ask about its contents, and Zak takes pity on the boy. He knows that page is fake, so he tears it up into tiny pieces after reading it. Aghast at Zak's reaction, the greenhorn demands answers… and the magician explains Sebastian should be more on-guard against such traps. Sebastian isn't the attorney Zak wanted, but they all work with the cards they've been dealt. He won't babysit Sebastian, won't spoon-feed him answers, but he won't let the boy sabotage his own career when he's just starting. Even if Edgeworth's cold shoulder rankles somewhat, Zak won't take his frustrations out on the kid.

The trial proceeds without the forged evidence. It's slow and pretty back-and-forth with Sebastian and Klavier both making mistakes. Jake is the detective in charge, and he's pretty sure Klavier is going about this case all wrong. The police are all but certain this case was a suicide based off surveillance footage from the hallway and the hospital equipment (the EKG feed) confirming the time of death. However, Klavier is still running this as a murder trial and only the defense can steer him back on course. Valant still messed with the IV bag, so there's also that to contend with.

In the final recess, Zak decides to call off his grand escape after witnessing the sorry excuse of a trial. Sebastian being new is understandable, he didn't even get to investigate the crime scene. But Klavier has no excuse after a week of investing with the police, and it really tries Zak's patience. So the magician loans Sebastian the real diary page, sensing the trial will come down to that. And as suspected, it comes down to Klavier presenting the diary, to which Sebastian presents the page to prove Magnifi wrote more.

Klavier calls in Drew Misham as a special witness, but Drew denies that page was his work. Because it isn't. Analysis on the page further proves it's the real deal, and since Zak was granted the rights to the Gramarye magic, he has even less motive to kill his mentor. With Klavier's slip up it becomes clear that HE may be caught up in something nefarious. Despite the prosecutor insisting for an extensive investigation into Edgeworth Law Offices, he has no evidence or witnesses to substantiate him. Just a forger who confirms there was indeed a page created by him, but they have no idea where it went.

In the end, Klavier is dismissed as the prosecutor, and the P.I.C. fully intends to investigate him for this supposed "tip" he received. He fully cooperates and confesses he got the tip from Kristoph, but his brother frames him for the whole affair. Klavier winds up disbarred for the would-be forgery, and to drown out the humiliation and betrayal he feels, he throws everything into his music career now. … It's all he's got left. He knows trying to turn everything back on Kristoph won't work, not in their current court system. He just doesn't have the evidence. But he WILL keep an eye out for every opportunity… He doesn't want to give up law. Klavier just has no choice at this time.

Meanwhile, Phoenix takes over as the prosecutor and listens to the police's findings, putting the case to bed without much fuss. Zak is cleared of all charges, and Valant faces a short time in the detention center for tampering with the crime scene. Trucy doesn't take that betrayal well, but Zak is willing to keep working with his partner - they were both in Troupe Gramarye, so they were both victims of Magnifi's cruel whims after Thalassa vanished. Sebastian thanks Zak for working with him, and promises to grow to be a man, an attorney that Zak can respect. The magician is sure Sebastian will do just fine. There's the matter of Kristoph, but… Zak isn't too worried about the coward's machinations. If Kristoph wishes to throw his brother under the bus, that's on him. They both know Kristoph was the real Mastermind, and they'll be watching each other warily from now on.

Phoenix and Calisto look into Drew Studios with regards to accusations of forgeries. Vera's nail polish that she received from the client was examined, and atroquinine was discovered and confiscated. Though as an apology to the girl, Calisto ordered a replacement bottle to be mailed to Vera. … On Phoenix's account, of course. Ariodoney Nail Polish is expensive. (人◕ω◕) Atroquinine was also found on the Gramarye stamp, and replacing that commemorative stamp was harder to pull off… But Tyrell pulled some strings. For a while, they'd post an officer as a guard detail in case the client ever tried to make contact again…or in case another murder attempt was made on the Mishams.

Thus, Magnifi's death and the trial surrounding it came to a close. There remains some loose ends with Kristoph running loose, Klavier framed and disbarred, but Sebastian's fledgling career remains intact, and the Gramarye's continue practicing their magic. In a way, the "Dark Age of the Law" is still on track… People are still going to begin doubting the courts more than ever. It's just going to be very different going forward. (人◕ω◕)

[z-13-sebastian]

Hey, Green Ghost here, multiversal explorer extraordinaire, originally hailing from another Roblox game! I'm here to make you an offer you are free to refuse but considering it's mutually beneficial, you hopefully won't: If you find an interesting item that I can take with me, you can send me a message to trade it in exchange for something of mine. I already asked Eyefestation if she could retrieve some souvenirs from the containment chambers around here in exchange for goods and services on my part, but I'm also gonna go ahead and ask you too.

I can pay in good food (e.g. burgers, salads carnivore-friendly meals, barbecues, etc.), items from other worlds across the multiverse, various forms of currency also from various other universes, etc. Any anomalous and/or cool unique items you scrounge up will do, but I'm really hoping to get the Paranoia Box, which allegedly leaks a green ectoplasm mist from inside. If you find that or anything else you think would be interesting for my collection, please send me a message. I don't have any local money yet, but if need be I can probably find some.

Also, please don't ask for any items from the SCP Foundation controlled space, cause I'm kinda on their rogues list, like you with Urbanshade, and I really don't wanna risk them trying to capture me again.

You can refuse this offer with no repercussions, but it's mostly just a win-win for the both of us, so there's no real reason not to take it. You scratch my ectoplasm, I scratch your back, stuff like that.

What say you?

'I'll accept onto that deal, but there's only so many intriguing things down here. I don't mess with the Paranoia box either.'

-Sebastian did find this useful, but there's only so much that he could exchange with. Though, it would be nice to have food.-

'Of course I could show you where it is. I just suggest you don't leave with it so quickly. I do have other things if you so need it.'

-He looked at the being that was in his shop. It would watch and wait.-

[married-to-luther]

Crazy Farmer Cousin!Male!Reader Headcanons!!!

Author's note: This is just my personal opinions and such so yeah, I'll probably turn it into a fic just to really lay my ideas out. Also shutout to @jp--10 for giving me the initial idea!!♡ Also this is my first time doing something like this so I have NO IDEA how to format this, hope it doesn't suck though.

For the tiniest bit of context:

1.) As the OTHER cousin of the Ivory's, obviously things were weird as fuck. Especially with your volatile nature but that's besides the point.

2.) For some background, let's say you were with Randal and Lither when you were a baby but due to some outside force, you had to be separated from your cousins. Ending up in some countryside where an old couple adopted you despite your non-human traits.

(They are long dead now so it's just been you on the farm for awhile.)

Crazy Farmer Cousin!Reader:

Definitely has a piece of wheat or whatever the hell farmers stereotypically have in their mouth in media.

Literally is the reason why you get a chill down your spine when you're walking down an old road near the countryside.

Has farm animals names after his family, like Luther, Randal, Frank, and he added Sebastian just for funzies.

Crazy Farmer Cousin only visits like, once every blue moon. But TRUST, when he's at the function, it's guaranteed to be a good time. That is, if you like chaos and absolute tomfoolery.

He'd like to come over more often but tending to a whole farm alone takes time so he can't but he makes sure to write a lot! (Only Luther ends up receiving them because if someone else gets the letters, they just assume it's trash because his penmanship is lowkey trash and throws them away😭).

Will fr fight you if you mess with his crops or animals, anything on his farm really.

Kind of talks like in a southern accent but no one knows if he's just pretending to have one or if it's real. He's not telling.

Buy his corn or you'll never make it back with all your limbs attached. He might even skin you, who knows?

For some reason, sometimes they come in a house or whatever in progressively more bombastic ways. Like how tf did you get on the roof and fall through without someone noticing you even went up there in the first place?! Don't even ask, he doesn't know either.

(Ah damn, okay I'm all dry out of headcanons for this lil farming menace but I think the fic I'll do of Randal and Luther's other cousin later on will be more than enough information on him. Anyways thanks for hearing me out!♡)

[braveclementine]

Day 36

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

EXCERPTS FROM SEBASTIAN STANS JOURNAL

EVIDENCE FOR RUSSO TRIAL

JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN:

Today was nerve racking. They went through with the rape. I heard her ask him to stop, but didn't enter the room until she screamed for me. I felt disgusted with myself for waiting so long. I'm trying so hard not to raise suspicion, but it felt so good to punch that man's face in.

Luckily, he hadn't even gotten her pants off of her, which relieved me greatly. I kissed her and I know I'm in love with her. I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but I do. I love her.

She had gotten rid of the nose chain. I preferred her face without it. She looked beautiful like this, and I told her so. Her eyes shone when I told her and she admitted she'd hated it to. I knew she had been uncomfortable with it on day one.

I kissed her again. I would write about her lips, but I want to keep that private in my head. And besides, this is more an account on the deaths, in case I don't make it out of this alive.

That's a scary thought.

I did try not letting her know that I wanted a future with her if we got out of here. It didn't seem realistic. She's so young, only nineteen. And I'm thirty-two. Not to mention I'd have to figure this out with Margarita. And the whole of the world would hate it.

But I don't care. I don't think I'm going to ever act after this.

I can't. They'll have to get a new actor for Bucky Barnes.

I'll never be able to act again. I'll always doubt what is going on.

If we get out of this alive.

JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT:

Tempus made Y/N play through all the games. She nearly died- twice. The fact she's still alive both electrifies me and impresses me. God, but I bet she's in so much pain.

In the last round they brought in someone who I guess her friend was in her past. Y/N didn't even look surprised her friend decided to kill her over her other friend. Y/N actually thanked her.

I was on the edge of my seat until she disarmed her friend- getting herself shot in the process.

I took her back to her room. I sewed up the wound myself. I was getting better at having a tougher stomach during these things. Luckily, the bullet only grazed her.

Tomorrow we all get to leave. I'm thinking something bad happened to Henry, or maybe the police can't find us, I don't know. Or maybe we're already surrounded but they can't get in.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the scene where the Avengers break in and save the rest of the kids. I don't know how it'll actually play out. The others aren't ready, they'll fake fight like they're supposed to do.

I keep kissing Y/N. I feel like we're both going to die. It makes me wonder about my real feelings about her. If it's because of where we are, or if I truly do like her in that way.

She does keep talking about after this place. She was talking about a YouTuber that she'd introduce his videos to me. I can't answer because I don't know about after. I think she picked up on it too because she went quiet after that and then went to sleep immediately after I gave her the pain meds.

I don't want to play with her feelings. I really don't. Not after all of this. But I don't know how to not mess with her feelings when I don't know mine.

Or if we'll even be alive by tomorrow night.

JOURNAL ENTRY NINE:

I don't know where Y/N is. The others came today and she killed Tempus. Tempus had killed everyone but her and her three friends. She was going to kill Y/N, but Y/N didn't let that happen.

Y/N really had no idea who I was before this. I could see recognition in her eyes once the others came in, the other actors. I saw the hurt there too and also betrayal.

I wanted to go to her side, but she turned the gun on me. I hated seeing her cry. She looked broken and hurt. Told me to stay the hell away form her.

I think I now realize my feelings were legit. Those couple words from her felt like a stab wound to the heart.

She continued speaking, and her words told me that she thought I thought all of it was fake. That her cut off pinky wasn't enough proof that this was all real. I wanted to tell her I believed it was real. That I did think it was real. That I knew it was real.

She accused me of playing with her feelings while I let children die around us. And fuck, I knew she was right.

I called for the Russo brothers, trying to pretend her words hadn't hurt. They came, they admitted to letting Tempus take over for money. There was almost a billion dollars they were going to get paid for this game.

Then Y/N got the others out of there. She looked at me and I could barely hold her eyes because it hurt so much to see the betrayal in her eyes. She threw the gun at my feet and I can still hear the words in my head. 'It was real to me. Fuck you Stan.'

I wanted to tell her it was real to me too. I didn't want her to spit my last name out at me like it was poison. I had really liked my name falling from her lips.

Now, I'm sitting on the bus that had brought the other actors in, writing this. Downey, Evans, and Hemsworth had jumped the brothers. Hiddleston and Mackie slugged them across the face until they were knocked out.

We had to spend another couple of hours there with the police. They never brought back Y/N or the other girls. I knew we were in the middle of Death Valley, California. If they ran the wrong way. . .

They promised to put out searches for the girls. I hope they find them. Even if Y/N never wants to even look at me again, as long as she's okay and alive, that's all I care about right now.

The others tried speaking to me. Some of them are still trying to speak to me. Johansson can't shut up, trying to be sympathetic about everything I had to go through. But I was treated fine. I'm not the one dead. I'm not the one with my pinky cut off. I'm not the one that was almost raped. But they're treating me like the victim.

Well, Downey, Cumberbatch, and Hiddleston aren't. Downey has been on the phone for ages. I don't know who he's calling, but he's angry.

Evans got me a phone so I could call Margarita. Still haven't. Can't bring myself to.

God, please bring Y/N in safely. Please.

⬅️➡️

[katatonicimpression]

Psylocke #2 Spoilers:

Shinobi is in a comic again. Not written by duggan. And it's mostly pretty good. Let's go lesbians.

Here are most of the panels he's in, but I do recommend you go read it. Support the series, support kwannon, it's actually good:

A list of things i really liked:

look at my man in his tub surrounded by naked people of all genders. they let him hedonistic and bisexual again. praise be.

the meta joke about him being in the bath was great.

his face when kwannon says he has to go on this mission with her. priceless. that's my lazy useless coward alright.

he got to use his powers again!!! including the classic phasing through things

he's not even slightly the bad guy in this but still morally vacant, beautiful. it's what he deserves.

It's super bleak, but we also get a reference to his suicide which kudos for doing the reading I guess

we get a reference to him being hot, always appreciate that

no weird racist stuff with the katana

no dumb parentage retcon

i was bracing myself for the worst here, so the fact that i mostly had a whale of a time is really delightful

A thing I didn't like:

The retcon. So, in this comic, shinobi and kwannon know each other personally (not a huge stretch from past canon but still new) and they appear to be exes of a sort (that's definitely new) and whatever their past dynamic was, it involved violence and killing.

It honestly kind of feels like they merged some of the Matsuo stuff with Shinobi which... urgh

I don't love the idea of him being involved in super assassin stuff constantly (it seemed like super-stuff was more of a side hustle for him), but ok fine whatever it's not a huge stretch

But I really don't vibe with the exes angle. Or at least that's how the line where he touches her face comes across. Is there even any room for that in kwannon's backstory? I guess, if they are going to play with a love triangle, then having a history together saves a lot of work for the writer, but idk I didn't vibe with it.

Didn't hate their interactions per se, but I don't see why they needed to retcon anything to get there.

.... also he still doesn't have a real fist name. Just saying.

Two things I'm still deciding how I feel about:

the romance angle/potential love triangle. I do think there's a version of this that could be very funny. A little flirty cul-de-sac that's entertaining to watch but doesn't mess up the psycrow dynamic? That could be fun. But I'm worried it could end up not fun, we just have to wait and see.

If they're doing a love triangle, I'll get to see him again though and that's great. I hope he hits on john when they meet. It feels like a thing he would do.

i don't necessarily have a problem with him killing people in this story. And at least they're shitty guys. But I don't love the implication that this is something he was always up to, when actually him chickening out of murder was a recurring theme for years.

I actually think it's a very reasonable step to say that something changed around about the time when sebastian came back, hunted him down and killed him. Which is when that one issue of x-force where he kills a guy is set, but I think he's ooc in that. So, I guess I think an alternate version of that went down. But either way I don't appreciate retconning killing people by hand into his backstory because it is something he was explicitly not doing at the time. He was fine having other people do the dirty work, so it's not a moral distinction but rather a character one.

I hope John's OK 👍

[eponastory]

Oh geeze...

can we not?

It's an incoming screenshot of someone totally blowing things way out of proportion... ugh.

Okay to sum it up, Chris Evans coming back for Avengers is just Chris Evans doing what he does best... trying to stay relevant (We all know it's true). That being said, we have no idea what his role is going to be, so all this mess about Mackie being pissed off and disrespected is absolutely stupid. We don't know the details. I hate that Mackie is getting a lot of flack for his role as Cap because people can't accept canon but also have an issue with things not being canon. It's fucked up.

I adore Anthony Mackie. He is a fellow Louisianan, and we support each other down here. We are practically neighbors. Despite all the strange things I hear on the grapevine about him, I've never met him in person, so I'll leave my judgment for some other time. But he doesn't deserve any of the NEGATIVITY about his time as Cap. He earned it, and yall all need to sit down.

Back to Evans. I don't like him. Never did. I do love Steve Rogers, but I have this lovely ability to separate the art from the artist (people should try that sometime. It makes life so much easier) and allows me to actually watch movies with Evans in them. Is he a good actor? I'd say mid. But we all know he's returning to Marvel for the paycheck.

Sebastian on the other hand... proof is in the pudding that he doesn't need the success of Marvel, but he pretty much continues to play Bucky because he enjoys it. That and he signed a nine movie contract so we'll be seeing Bucky for a little while longer. But anyway, Seb wanting Evans to come back is probably because there needs to be closure for the characters. that and they are friends. all three of them are friends.

But this person (who decided to post this lovely screenshot) is just showing their true colors.

The reason Cap 4 is probably going to fail is because of the story. Not the characters. I can tell you that now because of all the reshoots. I think people are more upset about the political controversy in the story than they are with Mackie being Cap. The issue I had with FatWS was that they got into the identity politics at the end instead of focusing on the real message of the story which is Recovery. Recovery from trauma, from the world changing, and from the impact of Steve leaving. it's all struggles that weren't really addressed. But they had to go and make it all about Race in the end, and while that is an important thing, it wasn't central to the story as a whole. That is where it went wrong and why people couldn't accept Sam as Cap.

anyway, This is just my opinion.

I think this person is just projecting on to everyone.

[lusthurts]

8, 13, 16 for the choose violence asks?

yayyyy

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

okay I'm about to drop one of my most controversial takes y'all...I think the new directions deserved to win sectionals in season 3 and they were better than the troubletones. do not get me wrong - I LOVE Mercedes and Santana and their vocals are absolutely incredible, but survivor/I will survive is A) not their best performance, B) just doesn't do it for me to the extent that the new directions performance does, probably because of personal bias, and C) does not measure up to the thematic and dance based performance the new directions pull off, which imo is one of the best setlists the new directions ever come up with. I think the new directions are comparatively weak vocally but shine through showcasing a wide range of voices while putting on a performance that is genuinely fun and impressive

I'll stop now lmao

13. worst blorbofication

I may be missing something so blatantly obvious but,, I don't think glee has one?? this is something that is soooo obvious to me in other fandoms I'm apart of (marauders and Harry Potter especially lmao) but I don't think it happens as much in glee. I think it's real bad with like the Slytherins from the marauders era though

I think maybe back in the og era of glee fandom this was really bad with Kurt (and probably blaine too tbh) and just the entire klaine relationship -- doesn't seem like it's like that anymore as much, although maybe I'm just isolated from it over in seblaine land

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, head canon, etc)

I do not know why people like massive age differences or bully x victim relationships...they usually just feel really icky to me. I will say that I think I have seen some of these things done well before, but it is pretty rare, and the idea of them kinda just icks me out. I also feel kinda generally turned off by gender swaps (especially when it is to make a relationship straight) and anything self insert because I just have never gotten it/been able to picture myself in those situations - I always just picture the characters from the source material lmao

I hate the characterization of blaine as like a whiny self-conscious mess, but I also like,, understand why it happens?? he gets like that in the show, and contrary to popular belief, I kinda think it makes sense why he goes down that path given the way his relationship with Kurt evolves over time...

similarly, I dislike the characterization of Sebastian that like babygirlifies him - my favorite depictions of him are ones that lean into his complexity. I think he is probably a good person that makes a lot of really bad choices and through character growth can become much softer, but he is not always treated that way. I feel like I could go into more detail about this but I don't have the energy rn lol maybe I'll give a rant about it at some point

[offrozenmemoirs]

“ Seraph. You said once that you wished to be ‘friends’, yes? I am curious to know your reasoning. “ Sebastian tilts his head.

Unprompted Asks || Accepting! @eraba-reta-unmei

"That's a pretty silly question, isn't it? I want to be your friend just because we've been traveling together for so long. I know I spent a while away, but frankly, I trust you. You've saved my life plenty of times, and whatever's going on between you and my father doesn't involve me."

Seraph was busy with his prayers, both to Winter and Pharasma. Even if he hadn't heard from them since they left Rivera, it didn't stop him from his usual rituals. Did Sebastian sometimes terrify him? Absolutely, but then again, first meeting his father had been terrifying and even if he knew Winter would never harm him, it didn't change the fact that he was capable of a great deal of destruction if he wished it.

"I guess, after coming back, while it was only a few months for you all, for me, years passed. It felt nice to come back to a regular timeflow. My only regret is that I wasn't fast enough to prevent Lenora's death...Even if I don't necessarily agree with how she treated you."

Seraph doesn't really know Sebastian, and maybe some would say that he's a bit foolish to try and befriend a spirit he doesn't know too well.

"I want to be your friend because I guess...I wouldn't want your only experience to be akin to a master and servant relationship. Not to mention, I guess I see a similarity in us kind of figuring out who we are? With you gaining more and more insight to yourself, while I'm trying to find out who I am outside of my various duties. A life spent in servitude isn't much of a life, I suppose."

Even now, the elf thinks about himself, wondering who he was outside of his devotion to Pharasma and his newfound status as the Champion of Winter. If he spent most of his life serving...Would he ever have time to appreciate his friends? His loved ones?

"Eternal servitude doesn't sound appealing to me. I think that if I burned away all of myself, and focused purely on what I needed to do, I would wind up miserable and regretting not spending enough time with those I love. I know I'm going to outlive Soup and Sino, I don't like it, but I can't ignore the truth of the matter. I will outlive them, and I can't stop the passage of time, as much as I may want to."

Even now, during their time in Abarlio, most of their, "vacation" had been spent fending off attacks from the Cetaceans, rogue spirits and helping yet another spirit gain a form of actualization of their self. Soren comes to mind, and he wonders how the spirit is doing. Elise and Antonio were family, the girl had latched onto him and in turn, he was a new father.

"We haven't had any real time to rest. I'm sure that at some point, we'll have an actual vacation where we won't have to fight for our lives, or prevent the destruction of a city. But, gods above, I'd like time to just have a real date, with dinner and maybe a night under the stars."

Seraph feels a growing irritation, and he can't stop the rant that he feels coming.

"My relationship with Soup is more or less physical and I can't even settle down to actually ask him what he wants out of what we have, and it doesn't help that he's reminded me that I'm going to outlive him either...And Sino...I don't know where to begin, I know that emotionally, I have a closer connection, and I worry for them. Maybe it's because I see a lot of myself, with their devotion to work, but I can't judge because it's not like I actually say what I mean or need to say enough. I'm a mess, mentally, and for the rest of my foreseeable life, I'll have to live with the fact that a chaos god has taken residence in my mind, and is waiting for whatever moment he can to take me over."

Seraph stops his rambling for a moment to notice his left hand coated in ice. He sighs, before he knocks his hand against the table, knocking it off and shaking the last shards off.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to just...dump all of that on you, Sebastian. Like I said, I want to be your friend because I want to. You're kinder than you think, and even if other spirits find you intimidating, I'm happy to help you whenever you need it, or just to be a listening ear."

[daisyishedwig]

Mr. Smythe - A Seblaine Mrs. Winterbourne AU

A/N: I was hoping to have more of this written in time for today, but it's going to be a lot larger of a project, and I want to do it well. So instead, here's a little prologue for today, and hopefully I'll be able to actually start posting the full story sometime next year.

For Day 5 of 10 Days of Seblaine: Parents AU @seblaineworld

Summary: Blaine Anderson boards a train to Boston not entirely sure what he’s going to do once he gets there. All he knows is that he has less than a thousand dollars in his bank account, his two-month-old nephew in a carrier, and the sound of his father’s voice telling him not to come home. On the train, he meets Barry and Devon Smythe, a newlywed couple returning to the States with their recently adopted child to meet Barry’s family for the first time. But when the train crashes and Blaine awakes in the hospital to find out that he and his nephew have been mistaken for Devon Smythe and his child, he gets sucked into a whirlwind of lies trying to do what’s best by the child he doesn’t have the money to raise and Barry’s grieving family. But Barry’s twin brother, Sebastian, doesn’t trust that Blaine is really who he says he is, he just doesn’t know how to prove it.

Blaine’s brother was dead.

And Blaine didn’t cry.

Blaine didn’t cry when he got the phone call. He didn’t cry when he boarded the plane or when he got off. He didn’t cry at the funeral or at the moment a squirming infant he’d never met was placed in his arms for the first time. 

He didn’t know why.

If he felt numb, he’d understand it. But he didn’t. His heart was crushed by grief so much he didn’t know how it was still pumping. He wanted to scream at the world and curse at the sky and beg the god he didn’t believe in to just bring his brother back. He wanted to hold the baby so tight they merged into one person. 

The baby didn’t know what he’d lost. He was far too young to understand the pain Blaine was feeling. And all Blaine wanted to do was give him some of his pain so he could just fucking breathe. 

But he didn’t cry.

And he didn’t hold the baby tight enough to break it. 

He just sat resolutely, held his nephew with the most ridiculous name only Cooper could have come up with, and filled out the custody paperwork.

And then Blaine Anderson was a father. A single one at that.

Technically he was just an uncle with legal guardianship over his nephew. But that just sounded like a fancy way of saying 21 and a broke dad. 

He checked his bank account again. The amount hadn’t changed in the last ten minutes. 

$1,257.36.

Not the worst number to see. But not the best when you were trapped in New York City with a baby and no home to return to. 

“I’m not taking care of another one of your brother’s mistakes. Leave the kid in New York or don’t come home.”

Blaine had been tempted to do that. He didn’t have the money to raise a kid. Nor was he sure he had the temperament for it. And without his father’s assistance? There was no way he could feasibly keep Cooper’s child. 

But then he’d held him. And he’d opened his eyes. And they were Cooper’s. 

He couldn’t let go of the only thing he had left of his brother. This baby needed him and he needed this baby. So fuck his father, he was going to keep it. 

His nephew cooed in the baby carrier beside him. He lifted his hand to rest it on the baby’s stomach and he quieted. “Well, Cookie,” he said, “your father has left us with a real mess. And this time… I’m not sure I can fix it for him. 

“For you. 

“For us.”

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

just because my brain is a lil mushy for writing-- and the mood to do this struck me-- imma piggy back off some earlier chatter with Jackie ( @akumanoken ) on that "list of voices that 'do things™'" just because--

Disclaimer before i start: For the VA entries here, reference points are going to be given via the characters i know them best as/who's performance best fits the sprit of this list-- These are also in no real order, mainly just whatever order i thought of names first lol

Morikawa Toshiyuki

{as Tsukinami Carla - Diabolik Lovers}

Okay so, Carla is slightly an outlier in this group-- seeing as I've never had the chance to play any of the game series he's from (and may not ever be able to, unless i find finished English patches and try to fuck around with that route--) But regardless of that, i've heard his voice via some videos online in the past-- and My God-- this man could end me. (and i should i get to play any game routes featuring him, imma probably die on the spot--)

Sakurai Takahiro

{as Mukami Ruki - Diabolik Lovers}

Again, i doubt i'll ever be able to play his routes in game, but-- i do believe at one point i watched the anime adaptation that was made for More Blood, and even if it was a train wreck (like the rest of the anime for this series lol) i can at least recall enjoying Ruki's VA out of all that mess XD {also, bonus mention for one of his characters songs here, as i just now heard this one today-- and rather enjoyed it u w u}

Daisuke Ono / J. Michael Tatum

{as Sebastian Michaelis - Kuroshitsuji}

I-- don't really have much to say on this point lol, aside from the fact that these men doing their voices for Sebastian 100% fit the spirit of this list XD (i'm also skipping giving a link here, because i'm sure anyone reading can go find an example of both VAs in this role very easily lol)

Morita Masakazu

{as Yanagi Aiji - Collar x Malice}

Yanagi sits in kind of an odd space honestly lol-- because on the one hand, i enjoy just listening to him-- thanks to "older brother/caring dad" sorta vibe he gives me... but at the same time, i can't deny that certain voice dips he does-- they do hit a lil different. {for a better show case of what i mean, check out this vid of his "interview" via the voice recorder extra-- tho i sadly couldn't find one with the eng sub}

Kimura Ryouhei

{as Shiraishi Kageyuki - Collar x Malice}

hhhh-- Shiraishi, my boi... i love this man-- and like, his voice wins a spot here because, much like with Micchan-- i'd lowkey die if i ended up as a target of the teasing he enjoys doing. {and the bonus voice recorder section for him as well--}

Suwabe Jun'ichi

{as Abraham Van Helsing - Code: Realize}

Van somewhat falls in line with Yanagi, as i find his voice rather soothing to listen to... and i admit, my frame of reference for them both is a little fuzzy--thanks to not having played either game for a while... But-- i do remember an extra story from the first C:R game, which gives us all sleepy voice Van, and just-- that one lowkey ended me.

Hirakawa Daisuke

{as Saint-Germain - Code: Realize}

{& Itsuki Mito - Secret xxx / Therapy Game}

listen-- just... listen-- Hirakawa earns his place here because as both bois, i could listen to this man talk for ages-- (much like the mentions below--) But-- thanks to certain scenes from the Secret xxx CD... i can not unhear this man doing spicy audio-- and that fact is forever going to end me. (and Itsuki doesn't get an example link, simply because i don't think i've got anything timmed from the CD he mainly features in--)

{Honorable mentions} This section is for voices that I adore listening to, but, they don't quite fall into the same category as the above list-- More so just that type of mood where it's the "i could listen to you talk for ages" sort of vibe lol

Hirakawa Daisuke's performance as Laito Sakamaki {Diabolik Lovers}

Taniyama Kishou performance as Ikki {Amnesia VN Series}

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

@blogcloudpuff-blog Like. How does a single person recover from being inundated with so much tenderness, shocked glee, and tasteful eroticism. This is my Pride and Prejudice.

Some mild spoilers as I gush about the loveliest man in the world:

The domesticity. The easy comfort between them, the poking fun and messing around. The way he loves being a silly little party man but the second MC asks him to go on a picnic with her because "uwu I want to spend time with you alone 🥺💜" he just yeets his party hat in seconds.

The way he's so openly astonished that someone would do something sweet on his behalf because they really want to I'm chewing glass. The hilarity of him being like "younger me would be clutching his pearls. Do You Even Care." The way I cry a little that he lowkey feels so much pressure to perform to be loved, but he joyfully accepts MC taking the lead and allows himself this surrender.

MC scolding him with no real heat when he's just being a happy little menace. Telling him "Don't worry I'll be gentle" like it's nothing and just moving on with her day. (THE CULTURAL. I M P A C T--) Him legit somehow not elaborating on that and instead thinking "I'm having a wonderful time also my wife is beautiful and very pretty and so talented, Sebastian I'm stealing your job."

Sebastian in the bg: oNLY WAR

Comte just listening to her talk about everything in the city so fondly, but also the double-edged part of it that makes him feel left behind to see her grow in leaps and bounds. MC noticing the moment he starts to feel out of place immediately, despite Comte's quick cover up. How MC was nervous about boring him with something simple.

The way her little gestures, her patience, her always meeting him halfway mean the entire world to him. The way he stops feeling out of place and isolated, because she always brings him along at her pace--never leaving him behind (just as he does the same for her). How he's floored by that basic reciprocity. How so much of love and being a couple of any kind is about the basic human desire to have a hand in yours, the promise that someone will be there. The promise that everything will be okay, and if it isn't, I have someone to love in the meantime.

THIS ENTIRE BIT. NO I WILL NOT SUMMARIZE BC NO WORDS CAN ENCOMPASS THE WAY EACH LINE MOVED MY HEART. SHAKING, CRYING, ETC:

The way he admires her strength without equivocation, the way he thinks her capacity to take the lead is beautiful. The first person he ever wanted to bite for love, and love alone.

Comte: (It's not enough...I want more. I could drown in you and never quench this thirst.)...For one beautiful moment, it felt as if nothing separated us at all.

What if I steered this train off a cliff--

Comte saying at least like seven different times throughout this whole thing that MC is so bright (SUN AND MOON COUPLE I'M SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CAGE. TIMELESS. PERFECTLY BALANCED. INEXTRICABLY LINKED. SYNERGISTIC SYZYGY.)

Comte not biting her in the end, but going to sleep dreaming of it blissfully.

The title, First Time in Forever. The implications. The imp.li.ca.tions. stares into my drink

Aight so like just a Normal Question for everyone. How are we feeling after the new Comte Bday story release in English because I can safely say:

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Just as a general observation about Chris/Alba (and this really applies to any other of these ridiculous fake couples...) the more you try to "prove" you are a couple, the more I believe it's FAKE. Real couples don't have to do a dog and pony show on social media and tabloids to prove anything. If you're a real couple, you just are.

Real celebrity couples do PR to promote their projects or just to remind the public they exist, which is reasonable for them to do. They might even do extra stuff to prove they aren't breaking up or getting divorced, but no one questions they are an actual couple in the first place. The more they're trying to prove their real (particularly Alba since she's the one whose the no name in this relationship), the more I know your relationship is FAKE.

When Sebastian and Alejandra were together, that was so ridiculously fake. Of course CAA does nonsense like this, and they'll keep promoting their clients to do this nonsense because there will always be naïve people that believe it. Plus CAA probably can't come up with better strategies to promote their clients.

I mean sure Chris will probably be okay career wise. It's just this whole situation has probably done more to air dirty laundry about him than helped him. All the old gossip floating around for years that people dismissed, sound 100% more plausible now than it did before because "dating" a girl 16 years younger than you seems to confirm stories that you are into 20-something girls who are either really naïve or "just looking for a good time." This is on top of the fact Disney isn't around to help cover it up. I'll be more interest to see how Team Chris tries to clean up this mess that they got themselves in.

[cherrycheridarling]

"that was painfully sexist" | t.h.

marvel cast x actress!reader

warnings: sexism and swearing

summary: at a panel for the new avenger's film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage.

wc: 1.4k

"Okay, a microphone is coming your way, sir."

"Hi! I'm Leonard with Pop Times Blog. My question is for Y/N." your eyes found the bearded man who stood amongst the crowd of reporters.

You nodded, signalling for him to continue, "Playing Silk or Cindy Moon must've came with a lot of challenges. One of them being the costume you are in for most of the film. Can you speak about that and how it fit?" he paused at your skeptical expression, "Like, we all know the suit is skin tight, so did you eat anything special or workout a lot and are you able to wear anything underneath it? Or do you wear a thong and no bra?"

You let out an unenthusiastic chuckle at his question. Beside you, you could hear your cast mates scoffing under their breath. It was common for the women of the MCU to get asked such questions and it saddened you that people normalized such a thing.

Leaning forward, you clasped your hands together and smiled before Robert reached behind Tom Holland and tapped your shoulder, "Would you like me to say something?"

You shook your head, but gave him a grateful grin before returning to the 'man' that asked you such a question, while maintaining eye contact you spoke, "Well, I think the most difficult part about wearing the Silk costume is taking it off after a long day because of how sweaty I get after shooting," you began to fan yourself dramatically, "It all just clings to my body like a second skin and since I am completely nude underneath, it just adds to the problem." sarcasm dripped from your lips as your cast mates snickered at your words.

You quietly laughed to yourself, "I'm only kidding. That question seemed like such a joke that I presumed you expected a joking answer." you cleared your throat, "In all seriousness, it's an honour wearing the suit and I did visit the gym and do some physical fitness regularly to prepare for the role, as did all my cast mates. As for what I wore underneath," you grinned cheekily, having too much fun messing with the reporter, "A Spider-Man onesie was my go-to."

The whole room let out laughs at your words as Tom grabbed your hand and gave you a small squeeze, feeling sorry that you had to answer such absurd questions.

"I hope everyone doesn't sexualize Cindy Moon. She's only a teenager in the film, so keep it in your pants people. That shit is illegal." Anthony pointed an accusing finger at the crowd.

"Thank you for your thoughtful question, Leonard!" Scarlett spoke up, "I hope you got the answer you were looking for."

"Okay, next person."

You sat back in your seat and fiddled with Tom's fingers as the questions were asked towards your cast mates.

"You handled that impressively well, love." Tom whispered in your ear.

You gave him a smile and a shrug before your name got called again, "My question is for Y/N and Tom Holland." a lady with curly blonde hair stood up, "Since Silk and Spider-Man's abilities are very similar, did you two bond over that during shooting or did it cause some rivalry between your characters due to the similarities?"

You felt a wave of relief at the question, thankful that it wasn't another sexist one. Tom looked at you before answering.

"Yeah, yeah. We bonded a lot over that fact and I don't think it caused any rivalry between us. I hope not." he chuckled before you leaned towards the mic.

"No, no. No rivalry. Just a lot of banter about whose character is stronger and who swings around better. It's a lot of fun having someone on set whose stunts are basically the same as yours. And Tom and I have both agreed that Silk is faster and better than Spider-Man." you said that last part quickly drawing laughs and a gasp from Tom.

He looked at you incredulously, "Not true! Spider-Man's suit is so much cooler than Silk's." he huffed like a child.

You smirked, "Who makes their webbing in a high school chemistry class and who has organic silk coming out of her fingertips that she also used to create her own suit?"

Your friends laughed at the banter beside you before Sebastian started to speak, "I have to agree with Y/N on this one. Silk also has that cool ass eidetic memory."

Chris Evans agreed, "And her Silk Sense is a thousand times stronger than Spider-Man's Spidey Sense."

"Isn't she able to know who an attacker is before she even sees them?" Hemsworth asked to which everyone nodded.

"Sorry, Spidey. Silk's just a top tier hero." Robert patted his shoulder as Tom sulked.

The questions began again as the laughter died down. You leaned over to Tom's ear, "Still love the actor who plays Spider-Man even if his character is inferior to mine." he shook his head with a smile at your words.

Questions ranged from the generic ones of the funniest moments on set to who's most likely to become a villain. Your nerves died down as no incompetent person asked another sexist question. Until one did.

"I have a question for Y/N." she was short with jet black hair, "Being around all these attractive men must be a challenge for you as a young female adult. It couldn't have been easy to control yourself around them. Have you had any sexual relationships with any of them or thought about engaging in any?"

Your jaw hung open at her words and before you could muster up a retort, Tom let his anger get the best of him. Was it his anger, his jealousy or his protectiveness? A mix of all three.

"That was painfully sexist." he spoke into the microphone. "I don't see how any of that is relevant to the film. Y/N is an outstanding actress and it's outrageous that you decide to focus on who she fucks rather than her talent."

"What in the actual fuck did she just ask?" Sebastian added, making you laugh.

Chris Evans spoke up next, "Indeed. I thought this was a promotion for the movie not a real life dating app."

Benedict chuckled, "I fail to see how Y/N's private life holds any relevancy to this panel or the film itself."

"It's twenty-nineteen, people! Leave your sexist ass shit at home!" Anthony exclaimed drawing claps from the cast.

Elizabeth shook her head, "I've had my fair share of inappropriate questions, but nothing as horrid as that."

"First y'all ask about her underwear, now you ask about her sex life? Jesus Christ." Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Seriously, she's like a daughter to me. That was incredibly disrespectful." Robert added with a disappointed head shake.

Similar comments were added by the rest of the cast as you felt an overwhelming amount of love wash over you. You were so unimaginably grateful for the people next to you.

"You don't have to answer that." Paul Bettany reminded you.

You shook your head and cleared your throat, "Thank you, guys." you looked to your cast mates, "But I'll answer. No, I have not. This cast is my second family and I've grown greatly as a person with them. I'm immensely thankful for the opportunity to call them my friends. And I agree, these men sitting up here with me are undoubtedly attractive, but they are also a great pain in the ass at times," everyone laughed at your choice of words, "And have I thought about having sex with any of them? Nope. Just Scar, Zoe and Liz." you finished with a wink as the room clapped for you.

You couldn't help but to feel a slight bit of sympathy for the woman. Her question was, without a doubt, uncalled for and unbelievably sexist, but the comments from the cast must've made this her most embarassing moment.

"I'm sure you meant no harm with your question. But a little heads up for next time; most actors prefer to talk about their career and their films rather than who they are laying in bed with. But thank you for coming out. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." you gave her a genuine smile as she cowered back into her seat.

Robert once again reached over and gave your shoulder a squeeze, proud of how you handled the situation.

Tom interlaced your fingers with his and rubbed small circles on your knuckles.

You really were at home with these people and you couldn't have asked for a better family.