#I’m still mad they made them sibs

[lockedtowers]

From Predator To Prey

or, essentially, why cassie cannot remember that transition period between escaping the castle, and meeting hatter, because thanks to mad march (mine specifically aka @familiarache ) she can’t. Until she did also because of him in the main story.

because there’s a lot to unpack there, and ofc i get the inspiration to write this before work, so i’m not spell checking or anything i’m just throwing the thoughts out into the void and we’re dealing w it. again, these are based on my characterization with my version of these characters, and would not affect anyone elses versions, in fact this mostly just affects her behavior with non sy/fy alice characters in general unless you say you want to do something with this storyline in those verses with your sy/fy alice chars. what i write for my character outside of our interactions is not me godmodding you, please don’t think otherwise, i’m not gonna force it

a quick toss in; cassie does not know her mother, has no idea she’s the princess of spades, doesn’t know why cheshire cats are considered ‘dangerous’ (because theyre pmuch all faeries and QoH wanted to annihilate them), and have never knowingly met her father. she was raised by her uncle who works under the Queen of Hearts as her right hand. He ensured that neither she nor Miseris would learn the truth, and because Cassandra was the older twin and the girl, meaning by wonderland law she would have inherited no matter what because she’s the girl, he had to ensure she was unaware. That did not stop him from making sure Jack knew, which is where Jack’s (also mine, also @ familiarache.) obsession grew from. She held the power to take away his right to a throne that never should have belonged to him in the first place and even though she didn’t know that, he did. But if he married her, he’d be seen as the hero, and even if people found out about her, he would already hold the crown and could just.. make her disappear, basically.

other important things to note: when the Queen of Hearts agreed to hire cassie on as an assassin, she put march in charge of her. march is older than hatter, older than their other sib, he is the eldest overall. he has powers, he can talk to shadows and even control them to a point, but people hear him talk about it and… it doesn’t go well. cassie heard him talk about it, and she didn’t judge him for it, she didn’t care, she didn’t even know she was ‘supposed’ to (as she put it when he asked her about it). in march’s mind, he owned her the second the Queen of Hearts gave her to him. and that solidifies a lot over the course of their partnership and… otherwise. but it’s important to note all the negatives first; he’s a lot older than her, which yeah wonderland theyre all over 100 years old it doesnt matter as much but its important to note, he’s older than her by a decent chunk. He was her tutor. he decided she was his property. and she honestly didn’t know any better because all she knew was people weren’t hurting her when she was with him, which made her grow extremely attached. but the massive power imbalance is still there and still important to note even then when maddox/march isn’t ‘that bad’ yet.

now, for the actual focus of this. when cassie was pulled aside by the ten of clubs, (shortly after she personally refused a kill. a kill march finished. so she assumed she was in trouble for that, despite already being punished for it before.) and told that she would be pulled out of the ‘team’ so to say, because the queen of hearts wanted to put her in training before officially marking her as jack’s fiance… she did not have a good reaction. even pointed out like ‘i’m not a royal, i’m not a noble, i can’t do that’ to which 10 just said the queen will make her what she needs to be, and she does not get a choice.

and believe me, march was pissed when he found out. because she belonged to him. and while he was thinking over ways to still keep her; just take her away between times she has to he with jack, figure out how to manipulate jack into letting him keep her, etc, she was just trying to figure out how to get out of it.

but, the queen, at the time as she still trusted her son then, left jack in charge of what training cassandra needed. and rather than actually put her in any training, he had the suits bring her into the prisons below the vices tower (it was not the casino yet, but still held the same operations.)

now, jack had her imprisoned in a specialty made cell. unbreakable glass where he could see in, she could not see out. water filled the bottom of the cell, and an electric current could be turned on at any time. the queen thought cassandra was just in training (when she even remembered her), march didn’t know where the hell she went. jack would come see her, and in his true manipulative form, claim he had no idea his mother would do that to her when he expressed his interest, nor that march would out her weaknesses. he’d promise that she’d be freed when he could figure out how, meanwhile he was the one who put her there. and to make matters worse, he’d eventually get March to be the one watching her.. with three other suits at all times, as jack was in fact aware of what was going on between them.

the issue, though, is they also had the jabberwock locked up a few cages down. the jabberwock they caught anyways when cassie told them they shouldn’t. and the jabberwock that is very protective over her. and the jabberwock, no matter how much they thought it could be, could not stay imprisoned for long. coincidentally, just as cassie had found the weak point in her cell while the guards were distracted.

it broke out, at the same time cassie broke out, and the jabberwock destroyed nearly the entire prisons with it. it found cassie in the rubble of her cell, along with four suits (as march wasn’t there at the time), and took her with it when it left. the underside of the tower was compeletely destroyed, and as the jabberwock got out, it destroyed multiple halls and walls in its path. whilst the structure was mostly still there, the lower half was truly struggling. so although they continued their operations, after a short break due to the fear the people started exhibiting making it too dangerous until carpenter ‘fixed’ them, they still were able to continue draining oysters a few days later. whereas the structure had to undergo massive rebuilds for weeks, which they refrained from letting the public be aware of.

while the queen didn’t know cassandra was imprisoned, she did hear that she broke out and escaped, and that was enough for her. she told march to kill her and bring her back cassie’s heart, and march was ever the loyal killer for her. even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

jack sent suits with him, claiming she was ‘too dangerous now for march to go alone’, all whilst also alerting the resistance that a ‘tool’ of his escaped the imprisonment ‘his mother’ placed her in, and that she’d need to be kept somewhere safe when she was found; which is when dodo would start looking for a shoe in.

and of course, march would find her; she had woken up and wandered off, not knowing what to do about the jabberwock, but knowing she couldn’t stay in one place too long because jack would find her. she didn’t trust jack at all. she didn’t like jack at all. she didn’t like how he’d touch her, how he’d look at her, or anything of the sort, and despite being trained her whole life to be loyal to then, her time with march sort of cut that mentality away from her despite the fact he was loyal to them himself.

but march couldn’t do it. he almost did, the blade was at her throat, and she even held her hair up by the end telling him to just get it over with. she didn’t want to run anymore, she didn’t want to have to hide, but she’d rather die than have to be in the tower anymore.

but march couldn’t do it. he loudly claimed ‘she doesn’t want your head. she wants your heart.’ when he dropped the knife; but used his gun to shoot the three suits that accompanied him. whilst cassie was panicking, he pulled her up to her feet, pushed her back against a tree, and held her still while he looked at her eyes. he demanded a deal, told her he can’t let her go until she agrees; she had to forget about him, specifically. everything they were, everything they had, everything about him: until he came back to make her remember, and that he’d ‘kiss her or something’ to make her remember. but the second she left that clearing in the forest, she had to forget everything about mad march, everything about maddox madigan, she could not remember him and put him at risk, too. when she agreed, he kissed her, and shoved her away while he turned his attention to one of the suits, aiming to get his heart instead.

she escaped from the tulgy wood into the forest of wabe, becoming lost rather quickly, until she fell and hit her head. the jabberwock came to find her, and picked her up, carrying her to a withered down cabin within the forest. when it set her down, it laid down, looking directly at her as its eyes grew black.

when she woke up, it wasn’t her in her body; her father took control of her conscious. a natural at the magic she didn’t know how to control, he used water to make a mirror as he overlooked her; saddened at how much of her life he truly missed, he took a glance over at the jabberwocks resting form. with a sigh, he held her hand up, crystalizing a knife. she was never going to be able to tap into her full power if he didn’t do this, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt her. but by taking control of her form, he could at least ensure she wouldn’t remember it, even though she wouldn’t know what all had happened the last several days.

by the time she woke up properly, almost three weeks later, she saw a crystalized mirror in front of her, and a large scar over her neck. she felt weird, and confused, and alone. but the jabberwock nudged her with its head, and she came to realize it’d been watching over her this entire time. she didn’t know what happened, or why, just that jack heart wanted her, and she couldn’t let him get her.

she’d be found by her twin brother, who only told her he had a short amount of time, and gave her new clothes and a map on where to go. she listened, and found the tea shoppe: and ultimately, hatter, who’d recently gained his position, recently lost a brother (by his own hand), and was charged by dodo to watch over her and make sure the hearts don’t find her. but she doesn’t remember much, and everytime she mentioned ‘a tutor’ of hers, she’d seem to be in undeniable pain. something was blocking her ability to remember, but he didn’t have much options with her anyways. she couldn’t go to the resistance, and they didn’t tell him why, but he had to keep watch over her. make sure she stayed safe, even when she annoyed him.

and of course she’d grow attached to him, too, because he took care of her. how was she not meant to see him as a friend, and want to protect him, too.

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

[knifegiver]

Costume Analysis - Jaskier's Shirt

Before I start, I wanna invite anyone who disagrees on anything I say here to tell me! Please, be it because you’ve seen a better screenshot or because you have more knowledge than me, please tell me! I’m no professional in anything, and I’m basing my knowledge on what I notice and feel would be practical.

Anyhow, here goes nothing. The shirt is the first thing I’m gonna analyse because that’s how I usually start, and to explain why it’s not gonna be the first piece to be made. The reason is this godawful fabric!

The Fabric

You see, it’s a beautiful fabric, it’s lovely! It’s also absolutely bonkers! The floral pattern on it is the level of extra that is appropriate for Jaskier, but also a pain in the ass to recreate. I have at length complained about it to my sibs from other cribs. They know, and now you do, too, that this freaking fabric enrages me to an unholy ammount!

I would say it’s linen, cotton, or a blend of both. And it has a pattern woven into it. For an undershirt.

See, people who love being fancy and fabulous would definitely have five or so undershirts to change regularely. At one point in our very own, real history shirts were sold by the dozen. They are frequently laundered, and you need a lot of them. So, Jaskier having the fanciest undershirts ever is very much in character, but holy hell, am I mad about it!

I will probably use cotton because it’s easier to find fine cotton than fine linen these days. I want to use linen but if a cotton in the right weight is all I’m gonna find, I’m not gonna be mad about it. Since it’s off-white, naturally cream-ish kind of colour, I will have two options on how to get the floral design on there.

1. I can paint it on. I will have to find a shiny white or a mother of pearl fabric paint but it’s possible.

2. I can try my hand on bleaching the pattern into it. If that sounds daunting to you, believe me. It does to me, too. That method would require a whole lot of research first so I’m not accidentially injuring myself, my mother, the whole neighbourhood.

Both options are the reason why I’m not starting on it first. It’s still winter, it’s cold, and I can’t set up shop on the balcony to avoid having the entire apartment smell like a nightmarish chemical factory. And I really don’t want to give myself the migraine from hell by doing this inside.

So, not yet.

The Cleavage

Jaskier is a bard. As such he’s natural slut. And his chest situation confirms that. The shirt is very open and the only button it has is on the collar. Bards, right? This is the reason why I need boob containment. Due to size I’m not comfortable not wearing anything underneath. And I really hate unmanaged underboob sweat.

I am unsure whether the end in the slit reinforced with piece of fabric or if there are just reinforcing stitches. I think I will decide on what to do with that when I see it in person.

The Collar

I love the collar, I really do. Stand-up collars are amazing and since Jaskier absolutely refuses to use the button on it, I won’t feel like I’m choking.

The collar is not one piece of fabric folded up, but it’s two pieces with the lace sandwiched in between! You can see where the light is showing that little detail! It might actually be starched a bit to not flop around senselessly but that’s another thing I will see once it’s done.

The cord for the button is similarly sandwiched between the collar pieces, but the button gives me a bit of a head scratch. It’s not shiny so I would say it’s not a shell button. It might be bone, or even a fabric-wrapped button. Personally I lean towards bone. But to be honest, if I won’t find anything like that in the necessary size, I won’t be too mad about just slapping on a modern button in off-white.

The Body

The body of the shirt is pretty simple. It’s a big rectangle with a hole for the neck. Well, a hole and a big slit cause… bard. The shirt has not seamline down the body so I know it’s one front piece that had a slit cut into it, and not two seperate pieces sewn together. That’s something to keep in mind.

The shoulders are very over-cut and go to about the mid of Jaskier’s upper arms. I’m not sure, to be honest, if there’s a shoulder seam or if the back and the front are one big piece.

The Lace

First I thought the lace was there to connect the body pieces but there is clearly not extended seam down the arm. So it’s pretty clear that it is insertion lace just for the fun of it. Because, of course you put delicate lace in a place that should be sturdy. Only a bard would do something like that.

The lace is also the reason why I lean more towards the theory that the front and back are one piece, and not two. But as I said, I can’t tell for sure.

The Sleeves

There are lovely gathers in the sleeves. Lovely, and infuriating. By how dainty and even they are you can tell that they have been brushed to insanity. I love nice gathers as much as the next person but doing them is tedious. At least it seems like most of them are on the upperside of the sleeve. I’m not sure if the underarm is gathered, at all.

There is a fine stitch line above the actual seem which indicates that a ribbon or tape was used to bind the edges of the gathers. Which is a good choice. Personally I would have just fold everything downwards and bound it with the seam allowance of the arm sythe but I can also see why the costume department didn’t want to do it. Anyway, tape it is.

The Cuffs

The cuffs are what sold me on the shirt, I’m not gonna lie. They are beautiful! I’m gonna go out on a limb and make a guess that the cuffs ar done in a similar way to the collar, and the sleeves are sandwiched in between the two pieces.

But the cuffs are actually also a source of headache for me. Where the sleeves go into the cuff it looks like the fabric was gathered, the same way it was on the upper arm. But the ruffles are definitely pleated. And those pleats are adorned with lace. That’s gonna be one prickly hell full of pins.

The cuffs don’t have visible buttons. The way they look I would say they’re either closed with hooks and eyes, or with an invisible button. I’m leaning more towards hidden button because hooks and eyes would easily become unhooked on a place like the cuff. So, yeah, I’m going with hidden button unless I find something contrary.

So… this is my analysis of Jaskier’s shirt. Thanks to anyone who made it throught this monster of a post! And really, if anyone wants to throw their two cents in, I’m always glad and happy to discuss garments!

[assaily]

"new ask game for anyone who write fics: anonymously or not send an ask with one line from something I’ve written that really stood out to you or lingered with you"

It was the snippet you shared about howling at the moon with Luther and Diego and Luther angrily proclaiming he wouldn't leave five alone again, it really made me feel the emotion and feel excited about what is going to happen from where you left the story off. From this fic I also love the loneliness and insecurity five keeps trying to not think of when he goes thinking that maybe his family left him behind and it was his own fault for not covering his own back, and I just want to flip him upside the head.

And from 'Tangled in the hanging tree' I love five's internal monologue so much and the sibs pov in the whole situation and I just really love and miss the fic, I wish I could be more specific, but it's been a while since I read that one.

I really miss Tangled too, and still work on it in fits and bursts, but it hates me right now, so I’m letting it ferment. One day, I’ll figure out how to recapture whatever magic 2019 me had when they wrote those Fiveologues.

As for the Howling snippet, i think about that thing all the time.  

I’m calling this part the Horrible Hospital Happening, and these snips may not even actually end up happening like they do. Also excuse the continuity error(s) with Viktor being there instead of Diego, I haven’t decided who’s gonna be the background sibling in this scene bc it’s mostly Luther and Five times.

Five had tucked himself into the corner of the room, between the cabinet and a monitor machine. His eyes looked bright under the mild mop of hair, but his hand holding the knife out in front of him shook. 

The nurse turned worried eyes back to Luther. “He won’t let us get close.”

“Let us get him,” Viktor said, somewhere behind Luther’s right shoulder, but Luther wasn’t really paying attention.

Five’s glassy eyes had locked onto him, his mouth in a tight line and brows furrowed, but he was looking. Luther moved slowly and gracefully, no sudden moves, nothing that looked hostile. He made himself small, crouching down as the nurse got out of his way.

“You got this, Luther,” Viktor said behind him. “He’s been waiting for us.”

Luther tried with all his might not to let his breath hitch at those words, but it did anyway. Five had been waiting, waiting and watching, and suffering.

“Hey buddy,” Luther said, gentle and warm and he hoped it was familiar. Five looked too far out of it for him to be sure. “You know me, right?” He put a hand on his chest, afraid to scoot closer. “It’s Luther, Five. It’s your brother.”

The knife bobbed in the air, the shake in Five’s arm traveling into both of his shoulders. He shifted, face scrunching in that casual little wince he kept doing, and resettled himself slightly pitched forward. His eyes never left luther, but his face had relaxed into general confusion. “Luther?” he asked, voice broken and raspy.

“That’s right,” he said, sounding like he was talking to a toddler and hoping Five was too out of sorts to be mad about it. “I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

Some complicated twisted Five’s face, the knife pulling in and tucking against his chest. Diego’s knife that Five kept ending up with somehow. His face rested down on his knees and he curled himself impossibly small. “You’re not real,” he whined, soft and mournful. “You’re not real.”

“No, no, Five. I am. How do I prove it to you?”

“Go away!” he shouted into his legs, never lifting his head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want…” he was crying again, body trembling and tense and balled up so tight he looked like he could disappear in on himself. So small and vulnerable, holding himself together with strings and falling apart with sobs.

Luther couldn’t bear it, his throat tight and tears of his own slipping trails down his face. He wished he could take just an ounce away from him, whatever of his burden Five would let him shoulder. He reached out to the little trembling boy, his big brother who survived for them, and saved them, and broke for them, and now couldn’t even bring himself to believe that he’d really been saved himself. 

The hand on his bony shoulder made Five flinch hard, startling so hard Luther felt bad. He nearly took his hand away, Five gasping as his head shot up to look at Luther. Wonder, disbelief, and painful, fragile hope shining back at him. He didn’t think much about it when he opened his arms, and he didn’t think Five was thinking much about it when he crawled inside of them.

“I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

Five tensed, shuddered in an awful, painful breath, and then melted against Luther’s chest. The breath came out in a quiet sob that rocked through both of them, Luther gathering up legs and his arms and holding him secure against him. Five held on in return, hands tangled in his shirt, body curled in and molded against Luther’s, desperate for every inch of closeness. Starved for it.

Viktor sighed in relief from somewhere else in the room. Five gave a sigh too, heavy and worn and impossibly tired.

[madfantasy]

I haven't seen you post in a while, I hope you've been doing okay? How is everything? Hope it's been a good year so far for you 💕💕

You're too kind, u & everyone who made inquiries, bless ur hearts.. im sorry for disappearing, but yeah, I don't have net— using my phone credit and hope this posts..

I tried to record my voice answering this, like I sometimes did on tik, suddenly ended up trying to muffle the floods of my burning tears, so now I have an awkward vid of me talking then weeping out of nowhere, which a good reason for me to keep up the no cry habit, heh.. but seriously, I suppose I'm fine till I be conscious of it.. its much easier for not to talk .. even tho I'm aching to be back in thy company, lonely in my foresight to catch on to the present that joins us, hand held out to reach like minded souls but shying from the fear of forgetfulness occurring..

I'm fine tho, did few new stuff, merely drowning in too muchness and nothingness as usual, this month I guess you could say I took an act of mad fury in search of any happy source because the echoing silence and the swarm of sadness nipping on my brain cells thickened, and the reasoning merged with the obscene. So instead of giving my guardians the usual of 3/4 of my earnings last month for net and groceries, I spent it all. Ya know, as it was told to me it mine to do as I please? As being prevented any chance of work if it was possible, 't was supposed to be spent on art supplies & measly delights craved for years ?

Before hand, I've been begging them to take me for months to get any clothing or whatever, be it the first time I ever see a shop, then just to drive around, then just me peaking to the outside when the front door is open, merely seeking change I suppose. They kept vaguely promising me until they refused point blank— getting tired of my nagging, then their car just stopped working till this day. Its in the workshop rn..

Anyway, befouled by despair, needing the mere basics of life and not granted, I was delighted when i found a site to buy from cheap & pretty, I pressed buy without any further considerations, or taking their permission and thrilled to be able get gifts for my siblings too. I say gifts but really they are deprived necessities too and not even much just one each cuz well, they are 5 of my babies and to start with the top of priorities; we all draw

I could already see it, they can't help themselves; heck seeped through the clenched gates of their mouths, trying desperately to poison me with undirect attempts this time, cuz I bought for my sibs they're out of the option of calling me selfish. I was upping the same trance like state of vague existence dealing with them, absorbing their insults and degrading just to make sure my shi arrives safe.

Unfortunate for me, the site chose the worst carrier in this country

I did everything in my power to make it into their convenience, by embarrassingly messaging the carrier daily, they took a week of promising to deliver and flanking so my guardians reached a heated level of threatening, waving their hands nd almost tossing shi at mE saying that they don't care if they came and if i dared to order something again they'll do this and that. Not allowing me to open the door for the delivery guy when he comes, blaming me for missing vaccination dates (they kept missing them even before)& missing going to important places(again, they just didn't go to for ages), made them loose sleep, etc etc— in turn, I seen red and regretfully blew up.

I screamed at them its literally the only time I ever did this, it BECAUSE it easier on them & I'll do what I want whatever anyway, & to stop interrupting me while I try to explain things , then they suddnly back done and be like I'm not mad at u I'm mad at the delivery ppl, that they are proud of me for being able to do all this, and such sort. I left them to cool in my room, Idk how I did it but must have slam-gripped something so hard it chipped most of my short nails & cracked one, was glad I didn't hurt my drawing hand but yeah, goofy mani

They robbed me of the joy of anticipation & the dissipation of apathy, I started to lose sleep again and my liberating dreams left me and I don't think I remember leaving bed.

But still, If not force myself to do things.. there'll be nothing for me if I don't.. at least I know im able of that

I got my guardians happy tho after another tiresome refusal, by trying out one of those Uber-eat like local apps here, since they have no car and being disabled & ill, I ordered McDonald's for the first time. Slythry behind their backs per habit, told them someone coming and they had that look again, but thankfully the guy came through and didn't steal my money, heh. For a big 1800 calories meal I suppose it was passable, the happy fam faces I got was the real treat..

Oh with that thing with the credit card stating I owe them money, waited weeks & nobody got back to us? They started taking from my guardian's account directly to pay it, saying oh we did send you warnings--- TO THE SHADOWY LINES OF THEIR POSTERIOR A.K.A NOWHERE. Thankfully the account is mostly empty nd just for random transactions, i alerted my guardians not to use it. And again, my god, another round of endless calls and promises started, and we wait again so they just don't act as if we owe them a frking 17k dollars that we don't have.. was panicking cuz I have nothing and but my guardians were weirdly comforting about it and told me not to worry

One thing good bout no net is it made me stop thinking about life in general, and stop the tiny unnoticeable prick of misery when I have no input to share, trying not to helplessly compare people just living, in inflated style or not, in media, to my isolated-most-of-my-life style and missing much of that organic "life experiences and chances", heh. At least, my situation would be favorable to me if it was ever possible for it to let me have peace, or have the simple knowledge I'm not virtually imprisoned and have never familiarised with nothing of this world but the surrounding walls.. its nice to have more time to be consumed by muse and day dreaming that flutters life through my dull being and sing chorus of inspiring means for art to flow and finds its way delicately onto my realised canvas.. but no, I continued drawing whilst sight blurred with salty droplets contradicting that happy tintin dance on tiktok I worked so long on just cuz I couldn't stop, not the tears or the mad scribbles of determined intention to visualise the mourned excitement I need, hating everything I make

Somehow the lilac dream still intrudes, visualising me friends, living, in a quaint home, maybe we roommate, arm in arm we go to make every fracture of fate's encounters a disgusting adventurous thrill, like building a maze of cardboard or chasing each other in the dark.. maybe getting that half bleached head and endless ear pericings ... then it dies and I totally forget it..

But what those awesome headphones helped me do, literally blocks all their voices listening to Sev losing it and I can Waltz around not feeling gutted to go and interfere or play the referee each time. But I can't wear them forever, gives me a bad headache, and honestly; I can't be too neglectful.. my sibs hates me for it already hehe

At least these clothing came true to their measurements, felt the new sensations on how everything I wore hugs me & learnt the baffling ways on how "gender" and region plays different tunes on the same measurements. Getting fitting things felt like suddenly there's hope to be, for myself to be me, and ease this severe disassociation between who I am, and what my body is .. from how little I see myself nd consider it worthy of anything because of how long it been living like a phantom among people.. to numb this dysphoria until it be gone one day

Saddened that the only site I can't order from again if they keep using that awful carrier

...

I missed our country's 91 national day, too. They made sales everything 91 riyal so.. but knowing the sellers here, I don't think most of em went true with their offers.. Horrible news tho on the celebrations, sigh

I turned this into a dear diary, guess bothered you enough today, sorry

So thankful to yous, Idk if I can be back, but I'll remain creating, and will keep the thought alive of being tickled when sharing my creations with your viewing pleasure somehow

'till then my precious dears, take care 💛🙏

26.9.2021, 8 pm, sleeping

[janetbrown711]

"Why should you get to be angry? It's my life you're messing with" Yakko?

Yakko was still angry, even though it had been over a week since Max had visited.

His siblings' hostility towards Max was really getting on his nerves. Sure, Max caught on pretty early and no one was hurt, but still. It threw everything off- though what that 'everything' was, Yakko wasn't sure.

All he knew was that there was this... pulse, or energy. Like a magnet- Yakko had wanted to touch his face. Why? Max had almost not stopped him- what did that mean?

The fluttering, the blushing, the magnetism, what did it mean???

And why was it every time Yakko felt like maybe he'd figure it out, something or someone always interrupted. Even when Max wasn't there- Yakko would just be trying to sort things out in his head or reading a book, but either his sibs, or his classes, or his parents, or something else distracted him.

That didn't stop him from trying though, as he and Max still continued to write to each other daily, already setting up for Max to visit again tomorrow. He constantly read and reread Max's letters- absorbing every word to craft a perfectly witty yet sincere response. He valued Max and his friendship, he didn't want to ruin it.

And hey, he could tell he was improving. Over the letters he managed to never bring up his grandmother even once- and most of his conversations with Max avoided her too (for the most part... he was working on that). At least he knew other topics now.

However, he was still peeved at his siblings for their attempts to ruin it. Sure Max was clever enough to catch it- but if he hadn't? What if Max had never wanted to see him again after that? What if he had gotten hurt? It was totally irresponsible. He thought Wakko and Dot were better than that.

So- yeah. He was mad, though perhaps angry was too strong. He had mostly buried his anger deep within himself when his father pulled him aside and told him not to get mad at his sibs and that they just needed time, but the anger still resided deep in his chest. Reading the letters did calm him a little though, so that was nice.

However, the day before Max was to come over again, as Yakko went to reread through the letters he found the box that he stored them in to be empty. He searched through every possible drawer and every possible location in the entire castle before admitting what his gut instinct had told him.

His letters were stolen.

And he had a theory on who the culprit could be.

.o0o.

Yakko found his younger brother in his old room, the one nearby the room once belonging to their grandmother, with the private letters all sprawled out before him as he read over them.

All attempts to keep this a civil conversation were thrown out the window in that instant.

"Wakko, what the hell are you doing with my letters?!" Yakko did at least attempt not to shout, but he caught his brother off guard, as he nearly jumped to the ceiling in surprise.

"Y-yakko- I-i thought- I'm just-" Wakko scrambled to gather his mind.

"These letters are none of your business! Why on earth do you have them?!" Yakko approached, angrily taking the letters back.

"I-i thought you read them all- I thought you didn't need them- I-i just-" Wakko fought Yakko, pulling on the letters.

"These are private letters full of private emotions, Wakko. You have no business- I haven't even read this one! What is wrong with you?!" Yakko yanked harder, causing Wakko to let go.

"I-i just- Max is just-"

"Max is just what? Being my friend? Being the first person outside of my family that's ever connected with me?! God forbid I have a life outside of you two!" The elder brother fumed.

"H-he's just trying to take you away! You can't see it because you're like- in love with him- or something!" Wakko bit back.

Yakko froze.

"What did you say..?" Yakko's eye twitched.

"Y...you're like- in love with him. He's just trying to take you away- he's just like grandma!" Wakko argued.

"Max is nothing like grandma." Yakko snapped. "Max has made me the happiest I've ever been in my entire miserable fucking life! You should know that after snooping around my private fucking letters!" Yakko shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he felt himself begin to tear up.

"I just- god-! How could you be so selfish? Why can't you just be happy for me?!" Yakko demanded to know.

Wakko opened his mouth to utter some kind of reply, when without warning, their mother burst through the door.

"What on earth is all this shouting about?" She demanded to know. Wakko attempted to blink away his tears, which unfortunately caused them to fall so instead he picked up what letters he could before storming out without another word.

"Yakko. Tell me what happened. Now." She locked eyes with Yakko, deciding it best to give the younger brother a moment to himself.

Yakko sighed, wiping his tears from his eyes as he sat on Wakko's old bed. Lena was quick to join him, slowly rubbing his back.

"He took my letters. he's been reading them- all of them." Yakko explained bitterly. Lena slowly nodded.

"I just- those are private thoughts between the two of us- it's not just my privacy, it's Max's too. I-it's like Wakko has no respect for either of u-us," Yakko hiccuped a little.

"Now Yakko, you know that isn't true. Wakko thinks the world of you," Lena reminded softly. "He's just... confused. And scared."

"Oh yeah? He can join the club then," Yakko sniffled.

"Look... I know you're going through a lot with Max right now: new emotions, new situations, and the like, but... you've been plenty selfish too, especially in neglecting your siblings, Yakko. They've tried getting your attention several times but they feel as though you won't give them the time of day," Lena held one of his hands.

"I-i haven't-..." Yakko's instinct was to protest but as he reflected upon the past few months, he recognized the truth behind her words.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"Now, I'm not going to make you cancel Max's visit for tomorrow, but do know that after he's gone I want you to spend some good quality time with your siblings, alright? I'm sure Max will understand your situation plenty," Lena said softly yet firmly.

"Y-yeah... I guess I've been pretty wrapped up, haven't I?" He chuckled weakly.

"It's alright dear, so long as you do your best to recognize the mistake and make up for it through your actions," She kissed the top of his head. Yakko sighed and leaned his head on her shoulder.

The pair stayed like this a moment, before Lena decided she had waited long enough and it was time for her to seek out Wakko. However, as she started to head through the door, Yakko stopped her.

"Mom?" He asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you-... Am I...?"

Yakko bit his lip as he tried to think of what to ask.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

Lena chuckled softly.

"Hard to say, as it truly is different for everyone... But from what I remember... it's a sense of comfort and peace; being at peace with who you are and who they are to the point where you constantly want to be with them for that peace... if that makes any sense." Lena shook her head.

"Then again, when has love ever made any sense?" She snickered.

"Uh-huh..." Yakko pondered her words.

"I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid that's something you'll have to figure out on your own," She explained. "I'm afraid I have to go to your brother now though, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah- that's... yeah," Yakko nodded and Lena headed out, leaving Yakko to sort out this new information.

.o0o.

Wakko hated shouting.

It made him feel small- like he was four all over again. God- why did he always just make things worse? He never backed down, even when he said something stupid.

He hid in one of the storage closets near the tower. It was dark and cramped, but it was where he felt he ought to be. After all, he didn't want to be seen.

He gripped the letters in his hands tighter. He didn't know why he took them that time- it was dumb. He was already caught- Yakko already knew he was a thief.

But it was to protect him against Max-

Max.

Just that name made Wakko's blood boil and angry tears increase.

He hated Max.

He hated him a lot. Yakko wouldn't see it- he was under his siren spell somehow. Wakko thought taking those letters would show him some kind of clue to unraveling it, but instead, it just showed how messed up and lost Yakko was. It hurt to read each word and Yakko's notes on the letters- the little question marks and underlines and occasional heart. Wakko hated it.

Wakko hated Max.

He hated him very, very much.

He was taking his brother away- his brother would never ignore him unless there was something very sinister forcing him too- which Max clearly was.

R...right?

Wakko continued crying.

However, after a while of crying in the dark a soft knock interrupted his tears as the door slowly opened to reveal his mother, who slowly sat on the ground outside the closet and opened her arms. Wakko hesitated a moment, before practically leaping out into her loving arms.

"There, there Wakko..." She soothed as he sobbed in her arms.

"I-i w-was just- i-i just-" he couldn't get his words out.

"I know darling, he shouldn't have shouted so much," she stroked his head.

"I-i just..." Wakko attempted to breathe enough to calm himself.

"I know... you don't trust Max yet, and it's scary seeing Yakko connect so quickly, I know," She moved him so she could see his face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Wakko sniffled. "H-he's just trying to take him away."

"That's not true, Wakko. Max is just spending time with him- Yakko is just getting... a little caught up is all," Lena sighed.

"B-but he never ignored me like this before he met him," Wakko frowned.

"I know Wakko... he hasn't done his best with balancing everything out..." She said. "But... you haven't made it exactly easier either."

Wakko blinked at that.

"What I mean is... you haven't given Max a shot yet. You rejected him without giving him a shot to prove himself to you," Lena said.

Given him a shot..? Was she insane? She would never suggest he "give grandma a shot" so why was she suggesting to give Max a shot? Because he "seemed" friendlier and more charismatic???

"Wakko, look. Whether or not you like it, Yakko really really likes Max. The least you can do is give him a day to prove himself, alright?" Lena made him look at her.

She looked so desperate for him to believe her, it made him sad. She was clearly under Max's spell too.

It became clear to Wakko he had been underestimating Max. If he wanted him gone for good and to free his family from his influence, he was going to have to take drastic measures.

"Maybe..." he mumbled for her sake. Lena smiled softly and kissed the top of his hat.

"Yakko will really appreciate it," She said.

"Yeah, okay," Wakko looked at the ground.

Yakko will appreciate it when he's free of Max's stupid curse- all of them will be.

"I have to go back to work- will you be okay?" Lena asked. Wakko nodded. Lena slowly stood, helping Wakko up as well, before giving him another hug and a kiss on his hat.

"It's gonna be okay Wakko, just give him a chance," She said.

"Okay," he said, giving a weak smile. Lena gave a similarly weak smile back before hugging him once more and walking away.

'Give him a chance.' Oh please- Wakko would give him a chance alright.

Wakko stormed right back into that storage closet, climbed up to the tallest shelf, and pulled down the highest key, before storming right on down to the tower- quickly and furiously unlocking the massive lock just to be sure, and-

Yes, they hadn't bricked it off quite yet.

Wakko now had the perfect to keep Max far away from his family for the rest of his life.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

[morizoras-cave]

Trespasser (Request)

Tom Holland x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: tom holland x teen!costar!reader and jake gyllenhaal x teen!costar!reader (or just one of them lol) where they're at the red carpet for the premiere of their new movie. suddenly, a fan sneaks onto the red carpet and inappropriately touches/attacks the reader. tom and jake are super pissed and get super protective over the reader. thank you!

Warnings: harassment, inappropriate touching, creepy dude, language

(A/N): LMAO NOT @ ME FOR ACCIDENTALLY POSTING THIS BEFORE IT WAS DONE EYE,,, anyway this is my first gender neutral post. im very happy to be able to include more people in my fics, and i apologize for previously exclusively having female pronouns :) also thank you to @goblinsbones​ for bringing the whole gender neutral thing to my attention!

“Alright, you’re on soon!” someone yelled from the backstage area. The crowd of fans and journalists was already cheering from behind the curtain. 

You and the rest of the cast of Spiderman: Far From Home were standing in your gorgeous suits and dresses waiting for the red carpet. You had all worked so hard on the movie to give it your all, and it had finally payed off. You finally felt the pride as you stood at the premiere. 

You hadn’t had a huge role in the new Spiderman movie. At least not yet. Kevin Feige, Marvel’s boss and the Man With The Plan™ had informed you, that you small character would be much more important in the upcoming Spiderman movie. Of course, you had to keep shush about that.

Either way, you’d grown very close to the cast. You had first feared that it would be awkward and that you would be an outsider, given that you were quite a bit younger than them, but that hadn’t been the case. 

You and Zendaya basically texted or hung out everyday, you and Jacob pranked everyone together, you and Tom had heated discussion about movies, and you kept Jake informed on Gen Z culture. You loved each one of them dearly. 

“You nervous?” Jake asked. He was looking in the mirror one last time, adjusting his tie. You grimaced and shrugged. 

“A little bit, but I’m okay,” you said, “I’m mostly excited. I can’t wait to see all the fans. I hope I lived up to their expectations.”

“Well, I don’t know about them, but you lived up to my expectations, kid. And I actually know what I’m talking about!” Jake joked and finally turned to face you. You scoffed and giggled. 

“Alright, it’s starting now!” the same man who had yelled before informed, and you saw him scurrying off to a distant corner of the backstage area. 

“I guess we’re doing it,” Zendaya said. She was beautiful as always, her amazing taste in style showing through her butterfly dress. 

First she went through the curtains, the crowd screaming and roaring. You felt a little bit more nervous then, wondering if they would cheer as hard for you.

Then Jacob went through, and then a lady gestured for you to walk through, which you did. A smile immediately adorned your face. The people cheered for you. There were so many smiling fans further down the carpet and the sky was blue and bright. The sun beamed on your skin, as you took a couple of steps down the red carpet.

There was nothing to be nervous about, you realized. It was awesome.

Jake and Tom followed after you, and then began the slow decent down the carpet. First, past the photographers and then the area with the journalists (arguably the worst part), before arriving at the most exciting part. The fans. The long stretch where fans stood on either side, eyes gleaming in adoration. 

You smiled and waved, expressing your joy. Tom and Jake, walking behind you, smiled when they saw your excitement. It was your first big movie premiere. 

You were too caught up in the moment, so happy you could burst, to notice or hear the bustle and yelling happening just a little bit behind you, between you and Jake. 

No, you didn’t notice that at all, not until you felt a hand on your waist and your shoulder, making you jump. The hand kept you from scurrying away, and spun you around the face the person. 

You just assumed it was Jake or Tom or a bodyguard or something. You were wrong. Spinning around you came face to face with a random man, probably 20 or so years older than you. You’d never seen him in your life, and the moment you processed that, his touch on your body felt like a burning, blaring alarm. 

“Y/N!” he yelled over the sounds of the fans talking and screaming. His spit hit your face. You tried to grab his arms and pull them off you, but his hold only tightened. “I’m such a big fan! Please! Please, can you sign my shirt?” 

You were thrashing and desperately trying to pull him off you, every inch of you showing discomfort and disgust with his hold on you, but he seemed oblivious, or maybe he just didn’t care. 

“Get off of me!”

Finally, a hand roughly pulled the man from you, releasing you. You almost fell over, your body hurling away from him. Your vision blurred for a moment, but remembering where you were, you blinked back your tears.

Jake’s hand was digging into the guys shoulder, and you saw the guy twisting in pain. Jake was yelling something, something about “how dare you!” and “what gives you the right to touch them?” His jaw clenched and unclenched.

Tom was marching over as well, and angry look on his face. He got close to the man as well, yelling now too (”You fucking scum!”). Then, across the carpet, he turned his head and his eyes caught yours. He halted. He saw you, hugging yourself, chest heaving, as you struggled to hold back your tears. This was supposed to be fun.

Tom’s heart broke. It broke because he knew the experience was ruined. You’d been so excited. And for what? For some jerk to mess it up for you?

He suddenly felt no urge to yell at the guy, no, he just padded over to you, and brought you into a hug without a word. You stood there.

“I’m so sorry, N/n,” he whispered. With him so close, you could finally hear. “He had no right to hold you like that.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you muttered. Tom didn’t answer then and you both just stood there in a hug, warm and nice, holding each other.

You felt a hand gently placed on your back and looked up to see Jake. He smiled at you gently, although you could tell he was suppressing a lot of anger. He and Tom made eye contact for a moment, then both looked at you. 

“Alright guys, we better go,” Jake said and both you and Tom nodded. 

You begun to walk, but this time you felt Jake settle on one side of you and then Tom at the other. They both grabbed the hand of yours that was on their side, and then you started walking down the carpet again. 

You saw some fans awwing, some still outraged at the man’s actions, and some completely clueless. Either way, you held on to Tom and Jake. The warmth of their hands in yours, made a sense of security and safety swirl in your chest. You smiled. 

“Thank you!” you said to no one in particular, but the squeeze of your hands let you know that they heard. Although, if you asked them no thank you was needed. No one should be allowed to scare their little sib, and goddamnit they would make sure of that. 

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Lovely Writer: Count 20, 21, & 22

Based on the promos and the end of the Episode 8, these chapters should be included in Episode 9 of Lovely Writer. Keep in mind that they often cut scenes or move them around. And yes, this includes Nubsib and Gene’s first time.

Count 20

After leaving Siam Paragon, Gene waits in his condo. While he’s there he gets LINE messages from Nubsib telling him to eat and wait for him.

After, Gene gets drunk texts from Aey that include closeups of his lips and pictures of a man. Gene asks who the man is and Aey says Gene is too jealous, but the man isn’t Nubsib.

Gene says he isn’t jealous and goes to get dressed to meet Aey. He’s not a parent but he is worried about Aey being drunk at a bar with some random man.

Gene goes to the hotel bar and is relieved to see Aey is sitting alone.

Gene tells Aey to pay so they can go but Aey buys Gene a mojito.

Aey says he’s surprised Gene came without Nubsib and Gene remembers that he hasn’t texted Nubsib back or told him where he went. He goes to text him but Aey stops him from grabbing his phone. He tells Gene that they were talking right? And Gene doesn’t want Nubsib to interrupt them like last time. Gene says fine but they can talk at home, they don’t need to do it at the bar.

Aey asks Gene if he likes Nubsib and goes to touch his face. The bartender brings Gene’s drink over and interrupts them so Aey stops. He tells Gene that he could tell Nubsib likes Gene.

Gene asks Aey if he’s gay and Aey says yes, he doesn’t like women. He’s actually prettier than most women.

Gene can tell that Aey is very drunk to be talking like this so he orders him water, but Aey just orders another alcoholic drink. He asks Gene why he hasn’t touched his mojito and tells him he’s cute.

Aey says it’s stupid but he’s happy that Gene was worried enough to come see him at the bar. He says that a kind person like Gene can like him so he should stop liking Nubsib and like him instead. 

Gene says he wants to go home and Aey says Gene doesn’t have to—he can hold on to him tonight.

Gene doesn’t have the strength to push Aey away and he’s surprised by how much stronger Aey feels now when before he seemed so small. Nubsib steps in and covers Gene’s mouth so Aey can’t kiss him.

Nubsib and Mhok have arrived from the after party. Aey asks what they’re doing and Mhok takes Aey away to talk. Nubsib is so scary, Gene doesn’t dare to look at him or speak.

Gene sees his untouched drink on the bar and the thousands of baht Aey threw next to it and feels guilty so he goes to drink the drink, but Nubsib takes it and drinks it all at once.

Nubsib says they can go back now and takes Gene to his car. Once they’re inside he aggressively kisses him and asks Gene what he should do with him.

Nubsib asks Gene “Do you know what you did wrong?” and Gene says he was wrong to go and talk to Aey even though Nubsib told him not to, and Nubsib tells Gene no, he was wrong to make him worry. He tells Gene he gets very worried when he can’t contact Gene.

Gene says he told Nubsib that he’s not a kid so he doesn’t have to worry and Nubsib tells him that he told him already, it’s not related to his age. Nubsib worries about Gene because he’s his important person.

Gene finally tells Nubsib “...sorry” and Nubsib kisses his cheek and tells him not to forget this.

Gene asks if Nubsib is still mad that he came to see Aey and Nubsib says yes, because he’s not just protective, he’s also possessive.

Gene admits that he also got jealous when he thought that Aey might have been at the bar with Nubsib.

Nubsib tells Gene that they’ll make a deal. Nubsib will always tell Gene where he goes if Gene does the same. Gene agrees.

Gene asks how Mhok knows Aey and Nubsib says they’re friends. Gene thinks that’s weird cause they never seemed close to him.

Gene also can’t comprehend Aey liking him even though it came from his mouth. He asks Nubsib why he likes Gene even though Gene isn’t super handsome or rich and Nubsib says that Gene is cute and he likes him. So what? And if Nubsib likes Gene, then so can other people.

Nubsib drives Gene home and Gene gets LINE messages from Aey. He asks Gene out for another drink. Gene says Aey has drunk enough and mentions that Nubsib drank Gene’s drink. Aey then asks about what Mhok and Nubsib talked about. When Gene doesn’t answer, Aey tells Gene that he drugged his drink—the mojito Nubsib drank. Aey tells Gene that Nubsib should soak in a cold bath all night if he really drank it.

Count 21 (Nubsib POV)

Nubsib thinks Gene looks very cute but weirdly anxious and jittery.

He tells Nubsib “You ate...” but can’t bring himself to say it.

Nubsib asks Gene if it’s hot and if he wants him to turn on the air conditioner and Gene freaks out a bit. He asks Nubsib if he’s feeling hot and then tells him to speed home.

As soon as they get back to the condo Gene pushes Nubsib to take a cold shower to save money on the electric bill. Nubsib tells Gene it’s just a bill, it’s not a big deal. Gene starts listing the other benefits of cold water like that it won’t dry out Nubsib’s skin and it will help burn fat.

Nubsib laughs and thinks Gene being weird is cute. He goes to take a shower and then comes out. Gene goes into shower next and Nubsib peeps at Gene’s phone. He sees that Gene was reading an article about sex pills.

Gene comes back to the bedroom and berates Nubsib for not taking a cold enough shower. Gene noticed steam on the mirrors.

Gene showers and then comes out wearing Nubsib’s clothes, which make him look small.

They lie in bed together and Nubsib starts playing up the symptoms in the article he saw Gene reading. He says he feels hot and Gene checks his forehead. In reality, Nubsib is only hot because he’s lying in bed with Gene.

Gene puts Nubsib’s head in his lap and says they should go to the hospital. Nubsib says, “I’m hot so I need to go to the hospital?”

Gene finally admits that Aey texted him and told him that he drugged his drink with sex pills.

Nubsib asks Gene where someone would even get pills like that (as a joke). He then tells Gene that he’d never drink something if it looked suspicious. He’s totally fine.

Gene doesn’t believe him because if Nubsib was normal, he would have hugged him already. 

“Do you want me to hug you?”

“No it’s just usually like that.”

“Okay, so I’ll hold you tight later on.”

Gene narrowed his eyes. “Then why won’t you just hold me now?”

“...”

“It’s because you’re uncomfortable right? You don’t have to pretend to be a good person, you can tell me about it.”

Nubsib wants to comfort Gene but he likes how worried he is about him. He tells Gene he’ll go to the bathroom and take care of himself later. Gene says then it must be bad right? The pills are strong.

Gene says that if he doesn’t go to the hospital, he needs to take care of it himself.

Nubsib tells Gene to relax and that they should just go to bed. He says, “I told you there’s nothing. You were just fooled by me.”

Gene doesn’t believe Nubsib and pounces on him. He tells Nubsib that he’ll help him himself. Nubsib tells Gene that he doesn’t have to force himself to do anything and Gene says he’ll only use his hand.

Nubsib tells Gene it’s fine and Gene says, “Don’t be a hero.”

Nubsib says, “At this time, you haven’t accepted me yet. If we do it like this, it’s me taking advantage.”

Gene says, “You’re not taking advantage. I’m offering to help myself.”

Nubsib reminds Gene that he promised to hold him tight and say it loud when he confessed.

Gene holds onto Nubsib and shyly says, “Like...like...like.”

Nubsib laughs because he’s so happy.

They smile and Nubsib asks if Gene still wants to do it.

Gene says yes because Nubsib’s hard.

Nubsib says it’s not because of any drugs, but because Gene is cute.

Gene’s face says he doesn’t believe Nubsib. He tells Nubsib that if he’s too embarrassed to go to the hospital then Gene will do it himself. He starts taking off Nubsib’s pants and Nubsib reminds Gene that last time he told him he wouldn’t hold back.

Gene isn’t listening and tells Nubsib to help him with his pants. Nubsib “helps” by kissing Gene and taking his shirt off. He takes his pants off too and Gene tells him, “I told you to help me.” Nubsib tells Gene that he is helping him, because he doesn’t want to do it alone.

Nubsib spreads Gene’s legs and Gene asks if they’re seriously going to do it. Nubsib says yes and they’re going to do it vigorously which makes Gene’s eyes widen.

Nubsib licks Gene’s chest which makes Gene very embarrassed. 

Nubsib thinks that Gene looks like he’s not in his body, because he’s so inexperienced he’s oversensitive to everything.

Nubsib eats Gene out and wants to explore every nook and cranny for hours but stops because if he keeps going then he’s worried he’ll get too rough.

“It hurts, Sib.”

“Be patient.”

“I’m sore.”

“Yes, I know. I know.”

Wet eyelashes and tears. They rolled from the corner of his eyes and made my heart faint. I stopped what I was doing and my other hand, which was still free, gently stroked his small face.

We kissed and touched. Eventually, Gene’s heavy breathing lessened.

Even if I’m patient, there’s no way for someone to not get hurt during their first time. I poured more lube on my hand and moved forward. Knowing that Gene was suffering, I was also suffering.

Close to entirely inside his body, he tightened. I smiled even though my jaw gritted. I wanted to control myself so Gene wasn’t afraid.

In a hoarse voice I said, “It’s all inside.”

“...”

“Can you feel it?”

Gene nodded. I paused, waiting a little longer, before slowly moving my hips. Gene’s eyebrows which were still drawn tight, slowly loosened with time.

“Ah...ah!”

I was patiently moving slowly before increasing the speed little by little.

“Gene...Khun Gene.”

I moved the palm of my hand to support his buttocks, to soften the impact. Under my body, Gene moaned as if he wanted hide how he was feeling. The sound of the thrusting and the lube sounded rough.

“You’re...too big.”

“...”

I accidentally thrust too hard, until I heard a high pitched cry. Almost completely withdrawing from his body before invading again. I couldn’t help but say harshly, “Who taught you to speak like that?”

“I...can’t.”

The dim lights made me see it all. His red face and torso. The eyes dim with tears. The rhythm that moved his hips deeply. I moved both hands to hold his waist. Looking at the emotions on Gene’s face, I tried to remember it precisely in my brain.

“Gene, do you know...how long I’ve waited for today?”

“Yeah.”

“Call my name, let me know that I’m taking you, Gene.”

“...”

“Who is taking you Gene?”

“Sib.”

“...”

“Nubsib.”

I leaned down to caress Gene, and he hugged me. A small, cute moan was heard repeatedly in my ear before I thrust my hips deeper for the last time.

Buried so close that we were almost fused, made sure that the person in front of me was all mine.

Count 22

Gene wakes up with Nubsib’s forearm around him.

He tries to get up and Nubsib asks where he’s going.

Gene says that Nubsib has class right? And Nubsib reminds Gene that it’s Sunday, and he doesn’t have filming today either.

Gene says he wants to take a shower and Nubsib says it’s fine because he wiped him last night. Inside too. So Gene’s body is completely clean.

Gene pushes Nubsib and Nubsib laughs before kissing the hand Gene used to shove him.

Nubsib tells Gene to take a shower later and Gene says fine but he still wants to go to the bathroom. Nubsib carries Gene to the bathroom.

I automatically moved my arm around Nubsib’s neck. The quilt around me came off and the cold air from the air conditioner blew. I froze knowing that I was totally naked and not wearing any clothes. Faster than I could think, I tensed my legs to try and hide. But I cried out because of the sore muscles in my back.

“Ouch!”

“I know you’re shy, but don’t hurt yourself.”

“Isn’t it because of you?”

Nubsib’s sharp eyes lowered slightly. “Then I’ll take care of it for you.”

“There’s no need!”

Gene makes Nubsib leave. It’s kind of hard for him to stand but he manages. He notices that there are a lot of red marks on his body and hopes they go away soon.

Gene asks Nubsib to bring him some clothes and he does.

He carries Gene to the couch and Gene smells him cooking.

Nubsib then carries Gene to the kitchen and Gene gets embarrassed over how Nubsib isn’t even bothering to let Gene walk and is just wordlessly carrying him everywhere.

Nubsib gives Gene medicine and Gene asks if Nubsib is okay too after the drug he took last night. Nubsib says yes he’s fine.

Nubsib calls Gene just “Gene” and Gene says they aren’t the same age.

Nubsib says that might be true, but Gene is his boyfriend.

Nubsib says, “Would you prefer wife or beloved?” and Gene says, “Let’s stick with Gene.”

Nubsib carries Gene back to his bed and tells him to sleep.

Gene wakes up at 9AM and thinks Nubsib’s condo is really well stocked and he’s lucky to have a housekeeper.

As he makes breakfast Nubsib comes up to him and kisses his cheek, scaring him.

Nubsib holds Gene and asks if he’s going to write all day and Gene says yes.

He hasn’t gone back to his own apartment since the day of the event because he misses Nubsib so much. 

Nubsib kisses Gene with tongue and Gene tells him to stop doing this when they just wake up. Nubsib says, “It’s a morning kiss. Never read it in a novel?”

Nubsib asks Gene to come to set and visit him today. He’ll take Gene out to eat.

They eat breakfast. Later on, Gene goes to meet Nubsib at the set.

There’s nowhere for Gene to sit on set and it’s too hot to stay outside so he goes inside and stays in an air conditioned room.

Aey comes in and says he’s surprised to see Gene. He thought Nubsib would keep him away.

Gene is silent and Aey acts why he’s acting this way.

Gene is so angry he can’t even speak—thinking about all the side effects the pills could have had.

Aey says that he lied to Gene because Gene didn’t answer him. He didn’t put in any drugs at all.

Aey says he’s sorry but he just wanted to get back at Nubsib by having him soak in an ice bath. He didn’t put anything in there.

Gene is frozen in shock.

Gene says playing a joke is one thing, but they could have called the police too.

Aey asks if Gene hates him and Gene says that if he hated Aey he wouldn’t be standing there talking to him.

Aey then asks if Gene likes Nubsib and Gene says yes he does.

Aey starts laughing to the point where he’s crying and says that it’s really cute how Gene thought that he liked Nubsib.

Gene thinks that between Nubsib and Aey, if all young people today are like this then he doesn’t want to leave the house.

Aey stops laughing but he stays smiling. He tells Gene that he actually saw Gene on Nubsib’s phone before the casting and he became interested because Nubsib doesn’t care about anyone but he cared about who was in that picture. That’s why Aey followed him to the casting.

Gene is so confused by the fact that Aey doesn’t like Nubsib.

Aey says that if Gene won’t be his boyfriend then he can be his friend-in-law and Gene doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

He tells Aey not to play pretend like this again and Aey laughs before leaving.

Gene meets up with Nubsib who comes in from set.

“Nong Aey told me he didn’t put anything in the mojito. So were you affected or were you not?”

“Mojito?” Nubsib’s eyebrows raised. “What mojito?”

“Don’t pretend to forget. Not even a week ago, the drink you drank for me.”

“Oh!”

“Oh!?”

“...”

Nubsib went silent. Seeing that reaction, I immediately guessed. I pointed a finger at him.

“You bad boy! You fooled me!”

“Gene.”

“At that time I was worried about you, but...”

“I told you multiple times I wasn’t affected. Don’t you remember?”

“...”

“Where would you get sex medicine from?”

“If it looks suspicious, I won’t pick it up and drink it.”

“I told you I wasn’t. You were fooled by me.”

[malecacidd]

I'm kinda scared to make this post ngl because fandom spaces especially tua fandom spaces have been very toxic lately? But... I'm doing it anyways kfldkfkskd

SO, Luther Haters™ (or people who hated Luther before season two came out), hi, this is for you kdkzkdka

So! I can sympathize with you! Not for character bashing him and making fun of his trauma, but for just... Not liking him. Because I used to absolutely hate him! And I hate that, because I love him so much now and he's one of my favorite characters of all time.

When I first watched season one, I basically blamed him for everything. I blamed him for the apocalypse, hated him for locking Vanya in the vault. But then, while waiting for season two, I rewatched season one for the third time, and thought, hey, why not look into everyone's motivations for what they do and think about everything that could've caused the apocalypse?

And then I did, and then I realized, fuck. I was completely wrong.

The thing is, Luther isn't completely horrible for locking Vanya in the vault like I first thought he was. The reason for that is because of his intentions. He did it because he thought that he was stopping the apocalypse, he did it because he thought he was saving everyone, including Vanya. That doesn't mean what he did was right, it just means that his intentions were in the right place, hence the reason that what he did wasn't completely and awfully horrible.

If you want to say, "well, intentions or not, he did cause that first apocalypse, or at least helped it along," then you might want to think again.

If you're going to (or did) hate season one Luther for specifically "causing the apocalypse," Then you're going to have to hate every single Hargreeves for that reason.

They all helped the apocalypse move on or happen in some way. I can talk more about this if you want but it's not gonna happen in this post because it's already too long.

Personally, I never made any comments on here or in any fandom spaces about hating Luther. I never character bashed or anything like that. But, I still silently thought that everything was his fault. Which, fuck me. Kfkdkfkskd I hate that I did that so much, because it's very clear that I was wrong.

I know there aren't very many Luther Haters™ left after his apology in season two, but I still feel like this was important to make. I'm going to tag this post as character hate just in case someone might get those vibes from it.

tl;dr: Luther Haters™, I get it. I really do. But before you decide to hate a character look at their intentions and everything else.

Sidenote: Either way, making fun of Luther's Trauma (or anyone's trauma) is bad and I will never ever sympathize with people who do that. And, guess what? I rewatched all of season one yesterday and he literally talks about the moon less than ten times. Way less. (The day that wasn't doesn't count you fucking hoes.)

Side-Sidenote: I realize that a lot of Luther Haters™ are Klaus stans that are mad that Luther choked him and threw him across the room in the day that was. A lot of those types of Luther Haters™ also bash Ben, and basically any character that has done anything bad towards Klaus at all. Just know, that I get you're protective over you're comfort character. I get that, I am too. Just remember that when you bash other characters, those are other people's comfort characters too, and you wouldn't want to see Klaus get bashed. Also, Klaus is just as much of an asshole as the rest of them and does shitty things to the other sibs too. They're all assholes.

Very important side-side-sidenote: I do not think that all Klaus stans are Luther Haters™, I just recognize that a lot of Luther Haters™ are.

This is getting long and I realize now that the people this was aimed towards probably didn't actually read it, but I'm gonna post it anyways!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover: Two Pink Pearls, Lavender Pearl & Geth (2022)

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Credit for Mass Effect goes to Bioware

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

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if I decide to draw Lavender Pearl aka “Bloom” again, and not just make her a one shot character, I might change her design and redraw her into a different look.

I was thinking about calling the Geth in this drawing “Steve” like after a certain Vehicon from Transformers Prime.

I had Volley’s Canon and Fanon Nickname in this drawing,

Volleyball is her canon nickname, while Lily is her Fanon one.

and my Headcanon is that she is Pink Diamond’s Second Pearl,

while Pearl of The Crystal Gems, is Pink’s Third Pearl.

and the First Pearl that she had, was the one that is given the Fanon Nickname “Thorn” in this drawing.

even if that was possibly Volley’s Original design, I like to think they are separate Gems.

and like in the original concept, Pink’s First Pearl aka Thorn, was going to be shattered, but she made a perfect copy of herself and hid herself, and once one of the Diamonds shattered the copy, that had a fake pearl that ended up being shattered.....Thorn goes into hiding, but then learns she is replaced, and she ends up being mad at her replacement until she witnesses her replacement get hurt by one of Pink’s tantrums.

if any Pearl should become the “Bad Guy” it would be The Original Design/Pearl 1# aka Thorn.

once again, her being called Thorn is just a Fanon Nickname.

I think it fits her...I might do another drawing of her sometime.

the Geth in this drawing is called Gary, instead of Steve.

even if I was thinking about calling them Steve...

I kind of like the crossover idea, that can have to do with how the Quarians created both the Geth and Gem, but they created the Gems a very long time ago before making Geth.

 well I do have a theory that the Quarians never created the Geth at all, and it turns out the two’s relationship and conflict with each other, is much darker than we thought. I can talk about the theory in a future post.

I also made a Pearl Base, and no it isn’t traced, it is hand drawn on the paint program, and I used the base I created for the OC Pearl for this.

I might use it again to make another Pearl, but add some drawings of the new Pearl maybe to show different emotions....well maybe, and if I decide to post it on here so others can use the base I drew, then I will....but it might not be tonight though.

Pink Pearl/Volleyball/Lily x Legion would be a interesting ship,

either romantic or platonic, if it’s the platonic type of ship that is in the friend zone, it would be “I bud it” not “I ship it”, because you only use “I ship it” for the romantic type ships.

for the Family Found type which would still be in the platonic love, but like in a family love, you use “I Fam It” or even “I Sib It”, the Sib is of course short for Siblings, and that is used for characters who have a bond and love for each other like siblings, and have no romantic feelings for each other at all.

a romantic ship between the Geth known as Legion and Pink Pearl/Volleyball/Lily, would be interesting....when I can, I’m going to draw that Crossover ship.  

[eevee-eclair]

I Wonder Why?

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: Back pain, (tell me if I missed one!)

Random side note: Sorry this took so long! I’m kinda burnt out so after this I’m gonna take a small break. I’ll still take small requests though!

Taglist: @lehuka123 @helenisdoodling @suavebiscuitsaregood @cherry-dork @oakwoodforest @confident-tavros @chad-garlude @littel-snail @lemonade-thieves @kitardene @rosepuppett

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Yakko woke up to a sore back. He slowly sat up and winced. He shouldn’t be surprised, he slept in a ball-pit for crying out loud! But even though it hurt his back, he loved the comfort it gave him.

He wouldn’t tell his siblings this, but the balls in the ball-pit made him feel safe. It was a weird thing to say so he never did. When someone would ask, he would tell them it was because he was “zanny to the max” and they would just nod and agree before moving on.

Yakko was pulled from is thoughts when his sister jumped down beside him. “Morning, Yakko!” she said, smiling.

Yakko smiled back. “Hey, sis. How’d ya sleep?”

“Good! I got all my beauty rest!” she told him. Yakko noted how happy she sounded.

“That’s good,” he muttered, yawning. “Where’s Wakko?”

“Right here!” they said, dropping down next to dot. “What’s up?”

Yakko shrugged and started to stand. “Nothiiiin— Ow ow ow!” His sentence was interrupted by a sharp pain shooting through his back.

Dot and Wakko were at his side immediately as he fell back into the ball-pit. “Are you okay?!” Dot asked.

Yakko nodded. “I think so... My back hurts though...”

Dot crossed her arms. “It’s because you sleep in a ball-pit! That’s not a proper sleeping spot,” she scolded.

“I know,” he said. “But it’s fun!” He repeated the same thing he tells everyone. “Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna replace it anytime soon.”

Wakko huffed. “Yakko, you’re hurting yourself!” they cried, flailing their arms around. “If you won’t get a new bed, at least sleep on the couch!”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not going to sleep on the couch! I’m fine where I sleep.”

“I can see the bags under your eyes,” Dot deadpanned. “Come on, Yakko! It won’t kill you!”

Yakko stood up slowly. “I’m fine see?” He was hiding the pain he was in, but his siblings could see right through him.

Wakko and Dot looked at each other before nodding. Dot ran behind him while Wakko stayed in front. Yakko knew what was coming but wasn’t quick enough to stop it. Wakko stuck out their arms while Dot knocked his knees out, making him fall into his sibling’s arms.

He yelped as he fell and Wakko dragged him to the couch. “Wakko, put me down!” he cried.

They didn’t listen, they just kept walking until they dumped him on the softer sleeping area. “Sleep well, brother!” they said as Dot dropped a blanket on him and stuffed a pillow under his head.

“W-wait! We have an episode to film!” Yakko argued. He tried to get up but Wakko pushed him back down. “Come on, sib! Let me up!”

Both Warners shook their heads. “You need rest!” Dot told him. “So you’re going to sleep before this episode. And no buts,” she added as Yakko started to object.

“Fine,” he muttered, rolling over. He wouldn’t say it, but he was thankful. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

Wakko turned to Dot as soon as he was out. “We gotta do something about that bed,” they said.

“Agreed,” she muttered. “He’d be mad if we changed it to a real bed, so what if we replaced the plastic balls with something softer? Like memory foam balls?”

Wakko smiled and nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Let’s get to work!” They ran out of the water tower with Dot following right behind.

———

Yakko woke to the sound of giggles. Sitting up slowly so he didn’t hurt his back, he looked for the source of the sound. He spotted Wakko and Dot and gave them a lazy smile. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

Dot looked over. “You’re awake!” She ran over and hugged him. “Good morning!”

Yakko hugged her back. “Good morning. What’s so funny?” he asked again.

Wakko walked over. “It’s not exactly a joke, but we did something for you!” they said, smiling.

“What did you do?” he asked, suddenly serious. Usually when his siblings did something for him it didn’t end well.

“Nothing bad, we promise!” Dot told him, pulling back. “In fact, we think you’ll like it!”

Yakko nodded and started to stand. “Then lead the way.”

Wakko started to run over to the ball-put with Dot right behind. It took Yakko a little longer to get there since he didn’t want to hurt his back, but eventually they were all standing in front of Yakko’s bed.

“Ta-da!” Dot waved her hands in front of the ball-pit. “Notice anything different?”

Yakko looked at it for a long time before shaking his head. “I got nothin’. What did you do?”

“We replaced the plastic balls with softer ones!” Wakko blurted. They were too excited to keep their mouth shut so they kept going. “Now you should be able to sleep without hurting yourself!”

Yakko looked down at the ball-pit and picked up a ball. Sure enough, the hard plastic was switched out for a soft and squishy material. He was shocked to say the least.

Dot stepped a little closer. “Do you like it..?” she asked.

Yakko smiled and pulled them both into a hug. “Yes! I don’t know why I didn’t do this before! Thank you sibs!” he cried, holding them tight.

Wakko and Dot sighed in relief and hugged him back. “It was no big deal,” Wakko said, trying to shrug.

“Yeah, we just wanted to help!” Dot added.

Yakko smiled a little wider. “Well you succeed, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Wakko and Dot said together.

Yakko let them go and stood up. “Now, what’s for breakfast? I haven’t eaten all day,” he said, walking to the kitchen. Dot and Wakko were right behind him.

For now, Yakko would go through his daily routine but later tonight? He was going to have the best sleep in a long time. And the best part about it all was his secret about the ball-pit was safe.

[noethicalconsumptionunderdisney]

Hogwarts Sorting Profile: Max Russo

So, confession time: Initially, I wasn’t actually planning on writing one of these for him.  I’m sorry!  I love Max, but he’s often in the background of Wizards of Waverly Place and just has these really random plots thrown in his direction, rather than interesting character-exploration-type shit like the main sibs.  (Which, to be fair, is probably why some of y’all might be curious what I’m going to say about him.)

But I was thinking about what makes Max so odd as a character, and specifically I was thinking about him in comparison to other characters of his archetype in the Disney Channel-verse.  Because we’ve seen the messy, funny, underachieving brother character a lot, but they come in very different flavors.  Part of that for Max is that he shares some of those traits with Alex in contrast to the overachieving, overly serious Justin, but part of that is… Max often seems to be in his own little world, incomprehensible to mortals and wizards alike, and generally takes in the “real-world” around him with a shrug.  He still cares about the “real-world” when it suits him, but he’s often kind of divorced from it, and that discovery fascinated me.  Furthermore, it made his Sorting “click.”

We’ll start off easy: what does Max do?  The answer is… he’ll do pretty much anything.  He’s not a Burned Secondary, though, he just doesn’t give a fuck.  Max is every bit the Slytherin Secondary that Alex is, we just don’t usually notice because he spends most of his time in his Neutral State.

The Slytherin Secondary’s Neutral State is blunt, rough, and often unphased by stepping on people’s toes. It’s easy to mistake this for a Gryffindor Secondary’s honesty, but it comes from a different place: comfort, relaxation, and/or apathy.  It doesn’t inspire or motivate so much as sit back and do as it pleases, and the Neutral State’s honesty is there for convenience rather than necessity— if a different tactic will work better, a Slytherin Secondary can ditch their honesty and change direction far more easily than a Gryffindor Secondary.

Max isn’t exactly shy about saying what’s on his mind, even if it’s usually dismissed as nonsense.  He also does seem to charge into situations without a care sometimes, but that’s the thing: he’s able to charge into those situations because he doesn’t care.  When he tests out the zombies’ No-Fear Ring, it doesn’t work on him because he’s already fearless.  So while some Slytherin Secondaries are nervous about showing their honesty to others and only show their Neutral State when they’re home safe with people they’re comfortable with, Max lives in his honest Neutral State because he feels comfortable and safe most of the time… even in situations where he really, really shouldn’t.

Curiously, one situation where he doesn’t feel comfortable or safe has very little to do with actual danger, but about personal identity: when he’s turned into Maxine.  And in Maxine’s body, he’s a lot more manipulative.

“You know, I can’t help it if people think I’m cute.  Watch how I make it work for me.”

As Maxine, he uses his cuteness to get out of chores, to get revenge on Alex and Justin in karate, to guilt dishonest customers out of cheating his parents, and comes up with a plan to talk his “boy self” up to a girl he likes as Maxine so that she’ll like him when he changes back.  Yeah, can’t imagine why Maxine reminded Jerry and Theresa so much of Alex…

But there are Slytherin Secondary indications from Max in his usual form as well.

He has no qualms about outright lying — inventing a fake illness to get out of P.E., pretending to be “Tom Sawyer” so he wouldn’t be embarrassed by/compared to his family — but he prefers obfuscation, aka confusing people with his “Max-ness.”

“How do you get your brother to say what’s really on his mind?”

“Oh, I use randomness.”

“What?”

“Well, I just say random things and while people are trying to figure it out, they say stuff that’s on their mind.”

One example of this tactic being employed successfully is with the Genie.  While Alex fails to outsmart the Genie using her quick wits, as the Genie is every bit as cunning as her, Max figures out a way to piss off the Genie enough to blackmail her, then talks circles around her and confuses her until she reveals a way for them to undo her wishes.  Alex calls it “outdumbing” her, but in any case, he succeeded where she failed, and showed that he’s more capable than often assumed.

We get another rare moment of clarity from Max during “Alex Tells The World.”  

“Alex, you know you can’t reveal magic!”

“Oh, even I know that. That’s why I just make people think I’m dumb so if I slip up, ehh, they figure, the kid’s an idiot.  And I slip up all the time, so.  Who’s dumb now?”

Max’s admission that he “slips up all the time” isn’t exactly reassuring, but it is telling that he’s the only one who doesn’t reveal magic during both the Season 4 Premiere and the Season 3 Finale.  Perhaps it was dumb luck that got him there, but I think there’s more to it than that.  There’s a method to his madness.  There’s a logic to it, even if Max’s logic often doesn’t follow all the way through.

Which leads me to his Primary— Ravenclaw.  (LOOK I KNOW. HEAR ME OUT.)

Yes, Max is often seen as “the dumb one.”  Yes, Ravenclaws are perceived as “the smart house.”  And while I’ve just demonstrated that there’s a brain under all the Max weirdness, I’m not about to argue that he’s secretly a genius.  He misses the mark more often than he hits it, and oftentimes when he hits it, it’s through coincidence or dumb luck or Insane Troll Logic that’s impossible for anyone but Max to follow.  But I do believe he operates on logic, just his own wacky version of it.

The thing about Max is that he’s neither as dumb as most people think he is, nor is he as smart as he thinks he is.  He’s somewhere in between, and the fact that people never quite know where exactly he falls on that scale is kind of the point.

In fact, part of the reason I struggled with Max was because I was trying to figure out where exactly he did fit in:

He can be selfish enough at times to argue Slytherin Primary, the stereotypically “selfish” House, but he’s missing Justin’s protective streak.  He doesn’t feel that same sense of duty towards his family that Justin does; when Mason breaks Alex’s heart in “Wizards vs. Werewolves,” Justin turns on him instantly because he Hurt His Little Sister And Is Therefore Bad, while Max is the one most willing to give Mason a chance, because he has his own reasons for wanting Mason in his life.  Yet, he still clearly cares enough about his family to rule out the possibility that they don’t factor into his morality at all, not to mention how easy it is for them to influence him.  

His more humble ending of inheriting his father’s sub shop might make people think Hufflepuff Primary, but there’s even less justification for such a sorting upon scrutiny.  As I’ve touched on above, the staunch loyalty to community isn’t all that important to him, and he’s also not all that into traditions.  There’s no compulsion to help strangers, he doesn’t really make enemies but he kind of just ignores people he doesn’t like (or shatters them in a million pieces on accident), and let’s not forget that he unleashed countless monsters in New York City that killed all the Monster Hunters just to win the competition… even if he did do it when his Conscience was separate from the rest of him.  Not exactly behavior you’d expect from the morality system of “a person’s a person no matter how small.”

Speaking of Conscience, it’s notable that he argues with it, rather than accepting his advice. I’m still a little unclear as to how much this matters (there’s definitely room to argue that most of his brain went into Conscience as well, and that whole plotline was… weird), but even with his Conscience inside his body, he seems to lack that moral drive Alex has.  Gryffindor Primaries have this embedded sense of justice deep within their characters. Even when it’s hidden most of the time, like in Alex’s case, or when it becomes twisted into something dark and dangerous, or becomes Stripped of its certainty, there’s still this sense that there is Right and Wrong in this world, that trusting your gut should lead you to the right conclusion, and that it’s wrong to ignore it.  I have a hard time remembering if there’s really any situation where Max gets that gut feeling of Something Being Wrong at all, much less acting on it with a Heroic Plan… at least, not without convincing.

But Max can be convinced, and that’s key.  Alex often takes advantage of this to manipulate him for her own selfish ends, such as talking him into paying her for handing out fliers to her zombie prom, but more often it’s his parents that act as his voice of reason, whether it’s convincing him to go after the “deli robber,” convincing him to give his siblings a fair shot at the Wizard Competition, or convincing him to tell his girlfriend the truth… and then unconvincing him of that when he takes it too literally and tells her he’s a wizard.  

Actually, Max is prone to misinterpreting advice in this way while trying to follow it to the letter— he does this when he tries to sell fountain water with a puppy, as well, because his mom told him to “add something to it.”  I think he is, to an extent, aware of his own intellectual limits.  He knows he misses the mark a lot of the time, so he’s often willing to trust other people’s judgment over his own, so long as they can get it through to him in a way that he thinks makes sense.

But beyond that, he’s often willing to question “common knowledge” in a way the other characters don’t. When Justin tries to tell him he can’t make life out of the stuff from his room, he simply replies, “Where’s it say that?”  In season 4, when there’s a distinct possibility that he’ll win the competition, he expands the sub shop business by making the Wizard Portal into a Drive-Thru, which genuinely worked as a business plan until Jerry took it too far.  Later that season, he saves his siblings by creating a black hole and then jumping through it to pull them to safety from the black hole in Alex’s apartment.  Like, that was his idea.  He came up with that.  It was weird, it was risky, it was unconventional, it could’ve been incredibly stupid… and it worked.

And that’s what I keep coming back to with this Ravenclaw Primary sorting— that sense of ingenuity, curiosity, and the willingness to experiment.  On one hand, you have your System Claws, who are dedicated to The Rules because they’ve been convinced that living by them is The Best Way To Live, and on the other hand, you have those that are willing to challenge conventional wisdom and try new things.  It’s this willingness to question that I personally attribute to a Ravenclaw mentality, rather than inherent intellectual ability or a large knowledgebase.  While Max may not have the latter, he has the former in spades, and that, more than anything, is really what told me that he truly belongs here.

Conclusion:

Max Russo is a Ravenclaw Primary and a Slytherin Secondary.

As a Slytherin Secondary, Max often likes to confuse and obfuscate to get what he wants, is flexible in his methods, and can even be manipulative when he wants to be.  He’s also relatively comfortable with himself, thus he often lives in a Neutral State where he says whatever’s on his mind without thinking much about danger or whether he’ll be understood.

His Ravenclaw Primary is as curious as it is undefined, and operates on a logic that only Max truly understands.  While this leads him astray more often than not, this also allows him to break from tradition and try new things, and this unconventional thinking can sometimes lead to better solutions than anyone else could’ve come up with.  However, it also comes with a set of brakes in the form of taking input from others.  It’s not always easy to get through to Max, but he can be reasoned with, which in his case, is probably for the best. 

In this combination, we find a character who truly dances to the beat of his own drum.  As the most flexible Secondary and Primary, respectively, Max is a conundrum to most who meet him, confusing even to those who know him best.  That said, being the Russo who “goes with the flow” the most often, he’s also probably the Russo that has the most fun.  He’s certainly more fun to write about than I was expecting him to be!  I’m glad I did, and it’s good to be back.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

From the hug posts could you do the leaping hug with taako and lup? Chaotic sib energy feels strong with that one

14. Leaping hug (hug prompts here)

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“Ready?” Lup called, peeking out from behind the door. Auntie and Taako were sitting on the couch. Taako looked towards her excitedly. Auntie smiled and said,

“Whenever you’re ready, kid.”

Lup ducked behind the door again for a second, taking a deep breath. She ran her hands over her clothes, trying to smooth out any wrinkles. After one last look in the bathroom mirror, she opened the door and burst into the room with all the confidence she could muster. Auntie immediately burst into applause and cheers, which made the pride in Lup’s chest swell up.

Her first dress. Made by Auntie, just for her!

Taako sat still on the couch, mouth open wide. Lup paused her strut in the middle of the room, nervous switching her weight from foot to foot. Auntie asked for her to spin, so she did. The dress swished around her wonderfully. She had barely turned back to face them before Taako came scrambling towards her and collided with her with a hug.

“You- you look like a clown!” Taako said, the crack in his voice giving him away. Lup wrapped her arms around him and squeezed so tightly that he started choking.

--

“You- you asshole!” Taako said, as soon as Lup recovered from nearly tumbling over. The moment she reappeared on the Starblaster, he had thrown himself into her arms. “Don’t do that again!”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” Lup said, feeling the grip he had on her tighten. “I wouldn’t do that on purpose!”

“It better not have been on purpose,” Taako muttered, leaning his full body weight against her. “I had to sit with these- these chucklefucks all year without you.”

“I’ll try my best not to do it again,” Lup promised and when Taako’s hug tightened, she didn’t mention it.

--

Lup’s legs were shaking like a baby fawn. She stumbled through the rift and into the living room. Everything was so loud and bright now. She felt Barry’s hand on her back, steadying her, but it didn’t do much when a flash of color burst from the kitchen and launched towards her. She tumbled backward, knocking Barry and Kravitz down like some sort of human domino chain, trying to avoid Taako’s sharp elbows.

“You didn’t tell me it was today!” Taako said angrily. “I- I wasn’t there to watch you get reborn-”

“I was naked as fuck, you shouldn’t have been there!” Lup said, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “And the very first thing I did was kiss Barry, so you double shouldn’t have been there!”

“I’m still upset,” Taako said, though he sounded more teary than mad. “I didn’t even make you any food, I gotta fuckin- shut up. I’m already done with you.”

“I love you,” Lup laughed and Taako shrugged, dusting himself off as he stood up.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Love you too, dumbass.”

--

“Taako!” Lup said, her only warning before tackling him with a hug. Souls weren’t as solid as Reapers or even living people were. Still, she wrapped her arms around Taako as he struggled to stay standing, already huffing with effort.

“What the fuck,” he managed. “Why-?”

“I came to visit!” Lup said. “I got a whole three days off to hang here!”

“Oh wow,” Taako said sarcastically, “three days?”

“Shut up, doofus,” Lup said, letting go to push him. “I’ll just go hang out with Maggie and Julia, then.”

“No,” Taako said, rubbing his arm. “I’ll disown you if you spend time with them before you do me.”

“That’s what I thought,” Lup said. “Come on.”

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Oboro Shirakumo as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Oboro Shirakumo x F!Reader

Summary: the title of this here post

Warnings: angst :((, fluff, happiness, Shirakumo being best boi

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Soft. Just soft

Oboro Shirakumo might be dead, but he is alive in my heart and his memories live on in Aizawa and Hizashi

These HC’s will be written as though he is still alive

On that note, let’s begin

Oboro is quiet and fidgety around you before he confesses. He’s so confused! On every other occasion, he knows just what to say and how to say it. But whenever you’re nearby, his throat dries up and he’s blushing too much too even look at you. Oboro is just so ready to burst with his affections and tell you how much you mean to him

He talks about you all the time to Yamada, Aizawa, and Kayama

Kayama easily squeezed your true feelings for Oboro out of you and nearly ran to the cloudy boi who was snickering at one Yamada’s jokes

She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him over to where you were sitting, hands covering your flushed face

“Now speak!” Nemuri Kayama forced your long-time crush into a chair very very close to you, “I want to hear both of you love birds confessing and date plans! Get a move on! I’m listening!!!”

Oboro coughed, carding pale fingers through his mop of cloudy blue hair. “Y… Y/N? I… um… Can I t-tell you something?”

“O-Of course Shirakumo.”

“If you couldn’t tell, I like you… a-a lot.”

“I like you too Shirakumo. Like, as more… more than just a friend. I never had the guts to tell you and Nemuri will be mad if I didn’t tell you, s-so…”

“You do?”

“M-hm.” You bit the inside of your lip and fisted the hem of your pleated skirt, not knowing what to say next. 

“Do you wanna go out with me?” He asked, his mischievous, sweet smile lighting up his face.

A shaky smile of your own accompanied by the flush of your cheeks made Oboro fall in love with you all over again when you lifted your head and nodded happily.

You were shaking, but it definitely wasn’t from fear. Excitement and pure happiness were the only possible ways to describe your mental state right then.

He’s such an uplifting 😉😉 and happy boyfriend, running toward you in the halls only to pick you up and spin you around

He can do that

Oboro Shirakumo is huge

Your six-foot-one-inch big spoon

Oboro’s favorite thing to do is to sit against the headboard and pull you between his legs, crossing his arms over your tummy while you slouch against his muscular chest

Uses clouds to comfort you when you’re unhappy

Cloud forts - pillow fort upgrade

Cloud pillow fights - pillow fight upgrade, plus they’re super fun when Yamada, Aizawa, and Kayama join in

You help him with homework because he’s kinda dumb

A firm believer in “Kisses make everything better”

He is a bad liar and physically can’t lie to you

“Did you eat my hummus Oboro?”

“Ummmmm no?”

*eyebrow raise*

“aaAA fine! I’m sorry! It looked really yummy so I ate it! Forgive me Y/N!”

He eats sushi (and other chopstick foods) with either a fork or his bare hands

Runs into walls and doors and windows because he wasn’t paying attention (nose bandage theory number 19834)

A family man. Your mom, your dad, and all of your sibs (if any) can’t help but love Oboro because first of all, he’s super hot, and secondly, he’s so impossibly friendly and sweet

Big on PDA - Does your cheek look like it needs a kiss? Done. He will lean down (cuz he’s effing huge) and kiss you to make you giggle

Tickle fights to the death

If he sees kids HOOO BOY

“Babe, do you think we could make some of these little nuggets someday? Look how cute and fun they are! They’re so adorable too! Can we make one? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?!?”

“Oboro, I’m (age). We’re too young to have kids.”

“I know that. Come on I’m not that dumb.” He pouts, squeezing your hand, “Just one day, I want a little baby and I wanna have one with you.”

That irresistibly sweet grin of his melts your heart and you squeeze his hand back, “Are you proposing Oboro?”

Are you going somewhere and your feet get tired? (Walking home from a date, going home from the mall, etc) Oboro is the king of shoulder rides, lifting you up with ease and letting your plush thighs settle around his head

The best at giving hugs and making you feel better

Worships the ground you walk on

Carries your books from class to class on a little cloud whether you like it or not

Probably has a few glitter pens in his pencil pouch

His cheeks are so soft and squishy → so when Oboro is being his dumb self, you pull on them 

Likes pigeons because they’re dumb and cute like him

Human: *walks toward a pigeon*

Pigeon: *walks away and the same speed if not less*

Human: *walks faster with hands out*

Pigeon: Oh LeT mE jUsT wALk FaStEr *waddles*

OboroPigeon: OOOOOH IT’S A HOOMAN *peck* *peck* HOOMAN HOOMAN WHEEEEEEE

Don’t ask

Nose kisses

Absolutely no boundaries → Oboro will flop into your lap and grin at you until you sigh and pet his hair, wrap his arms around your torso and rest his head on yours, grab your hand for no reason in the hallways

Falls asleep on top of you rather than next to you and you always get some of his fluffy, sweet-smelling hair in your mouth

Sings in the shower

Ambidextrous and can write with both hands at once

Oboro was the type of person to go the extra mile when someone or something needed help. You were one lucky gal.