#NO SUPERVISION YES KNIVES

[babyhatesreality]

What if only ONE cookie is left (no others are in the house) who would she share the cookie with?

With her daddy’s? Or even others? 🥺🍪

What do you think?✨

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA Okay so I should be going in order and writing my other WIPs but....this is just too funny in my mind and this whole thing burst to life the second I read this prompt. @laurellaa i freaking adore you.

But I NEED it

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader featuring Bucky

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pouty baby, stern daddies, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"DADDY!"

Bucky's head jerked around at the sound of your call. He knew you well enough to know that you just wanted his attention. You weren't in any danger. He put his book down and trotted to the kitchen to find you standing on your little step stool behind the kitchen island, looking at him expectantly, while keeping one hand behind your back.

"Hey munchkin," he greeted you with a smile. "What's up?"

"I need to borrow your knife, please."

Well. He didn't see that coming. "First off, no. Second off-"

"But I need it!"

"Absolutely not. Little girls don't play with knives."

"I not gonna play with it."

"Then what do you think you need it for?"

"Dis," you said simply, bringing your hand from around your back. On your palm lay a lone chocolate chip cookie. The look on your face gave Bucky absolutely no indication as to...anything that you might be thinking.

"That's a cookie, kiddo, you don't need a knife. Just eat it."

"No, I can't!"

"That's a first. Why not?"

"Because I wanna share it with you and Papa!"

"Aw, that's very sweet, baby. Is that your cookie from lunch?"

"Yes."

"Then you can eat the whole thing by yourself. I already told you that's okay, baby."

"But it's da last cookie before we make more and I wanna share it!" you said, stomping your foot. Bucky really tried to hold back his chuckle- your adorable consternation at wanting to share combined with the foot stomp was too cute. But even as he snickered- just the tiniest bit- he knew he needed to nip this in the bud.

"No stomping your feet, baby," he scolded gently, knowing that you were truly coming from a good place. "You know better. Use your words and tell me what's wrong, please."

You felt your face warm a bit at the mild scolding. You took a deep breath like Papa taught you when you were mad and blew it out slowly. Bucky smiled, so proud of you. When you felt better, you looked back up at him.

"I wanna share my cookie please. Is important to me. Please?"

Bucky's grin nearly cracked his face in two. "You are the sweetest sugar in the whole wide world, doll, you know that?" he said, coming around to your side of the island and picking you up, giving you a big kiss on the cheek. "Okay. We can share the cookie if you really want to."

"Tank you Daddy! Knife please!"

Not this again. "Baby, you don't need a knife to share. We can just break it apart."

You looked absolutely horrified. "NO! What if it doesn't break right? And da parts is all wrong?! We NEED a knife to make it da same, okay? So can I have your knife, PLEASE?"

"Puppy, you are way too little to be playing with knives. I told you this already."

"I not playing!"

"Okay, fair, but you're too little to even touch them. It's not gonna happen, kiddo."

"But....but...." Your eyes filled with tears. And Bucky couldn't handle that.

"Okay, hang on," he said abruptly. "What if....what if I cut it for you? Would that be okay?"

Your tear-filled eyes suddenly turned pensive. You twisted your lips to the side as you thought hard about his proposal. "But I wanna help please," you said tentatively.

"You can supervise."

"What's dat?"

"Means you can tell me what to do, but you don't actually do the work yourself."

"Oh, like you say Unca Tony does!"

"Exactly. Sound good?"

"Does I gotta wear a Iron Man helmet?"

"Not unless you want to."

"Can I has my shield?!!"

"Sure."

"OTAY!!" you squealed in delight, then hopped down off the step stool and raced away to your playroom. You brought back the mini Captain America shield that Tony had made for you last Christmas and held it in front of you bravely. "Otay, NOW you can use your knife for the cookie please."

Bucky decided that he should probably use a kitchen knife instead of one of his combat ones, so he quickly pulled a knife from the butcher block that they kept far out of your reach. "I think we're going to need a cutting board, baby..."

"I can do it!!" you shrieked in joy. You liked the idea of being supervisor but you liked helping way better. Before Bucky could stop you, you yanked open the kitchen cupboard door to the cabinet where the cutting boards were. You reached in and pulled out the big green one too quickly, causing the other cutting boards and two sheet pans to come flying out in the process, making a terrific crash on the kitchen floor.

It was at this moment that Steve opened the front door, just in time to hear the chaos. Fighting his natural urge to jump headfirst into the battle zone, he listened for a second to make sure that Bucky was with you at the scene of the crime. When he heard his husband laugh, he sighed with a grin and began to take his shoes off.

Back in the kitchen, Bucky stepped aside as you heaved the green cutting board onto the counter with glee. "Nice job, munchkin," he praised, making you wiggle your butt joyfully. "You wanna clean up the other boards and pans?"

"We gotta do dis first, Daddy!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please!!"

"Good job. Here we go."

Bucky carefully cut the cookie into three equal wedges, making sure to subtly angle his body so you could see but couldn't reach the knife in your raging curiosity. "There we go, all done!" he proclaimed, handing you a cookie wedge. You squealed and jumped for joy, cheering.

"Good job, Daddy! When's Papa home?"

"Right now," Steve said, coming around the corner to your sheer delight. You bunny hopped over to him and flung yourself into his arms.

"Papa, Daddy did a good job cuttin' da cookie and now we can SHARE!" you shrieked, beyond happy. Steve grinned at Bucky, who handed him a cookie wedge.

"Cheers," Bucky said with a grin, tapping his own wedge with yours and Steve's. As all three of you chowed down, Bucky turned behind your back and spun the knife mid-air before dropping it innocently into the sink. Steve's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as Bucky chuckled cheekily at him. Steve just rolled his eyes and set you down.

"Well, now that that's over, how about you clean up the other cutting boards that you dragged out, baby?"

You shook your head. "Imma supervisor, Papa. I don't do da work," you proclaimed smugly, before skipping off to your playroom. The howls of laughter behind you made you giggle.

[darkbluekies]

17:38

Mafia!female!yandere OC x reader

Warnings: knives, blood

Jerry sits by the kitchen island with her phone in her hand. You've asked to cook and usually, she doesn't let you, but today she's feeling bold. What could go wrong when she's supervising?

"What are you making?" she asks without looking up from her phone.

"Kimchi."

Jerry puts down her phone and smiles. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans over the table.

"No way, my mom used to make that for me when I was a kid", she smiles sadly.

"I thought that I wanted to try to make it for you", you say.

"You're so sweet, baby. Go wild. Let's see how good of a housewife you are." She tilts her head. "You'd be a pretty cute housewife, wouldn't you?"

"Why are you asking me that? Shouldn't you know?"

Jerry grins slightly. "I think you'd be a very cute housewife."

You pick up the cabbage and wash it thoroughly. Jerry let you come with her to the store to buy it, surprisingly enough. She was very stiff, always glancing around to make sure no one was looking at you weirdly.

You pick up a knife and position it over the cabbage. There's no way you can ferment the entire thing in one piece.

"So that's why you wanted to buy so many spices", Jerry thinks out loud.

"It wasn't too expensive, right?" you ask over your shoulder. "We bought quite a lot."

"Nah, and even if it was, I can get money easily. Don't worry. You should have gotten yourself that ice machine you saw."

"It was too expensive."

"But you'd have ice right now, wouldn't you?"

Jerry raises her eyebrows teasingly. You shake your head disapproving and turn back to your cutting. The wet cabbage becomes an ice rink and the knife slips, cutting your ring finger just over the final rinkle. You gasp in pain.

"What?" Jerry asks quickly, all hints of amusement gone. "Did you cut yourself?"

"Yes", you hiss, holding your hurt hand in your free one. "I'm bleeding."

Jerry shoots up from her chair quick enough for it to tumble back, down on the floor. She hurries over to you and inspects the hurt area.

"Shit, baby, you have to be careful!" she exclaims and pulls your hand over to the sink.

The cold water rinses the wound, causing you to hiss again. Jerry's heart is thumping in her chest. How could she ever think that this was a good idea?

"Stand still", she tells you. "I'll go get a bandaid for you."

She runs into the bathroom and comes back a minute later with a beige band aid in her hands. She removes the plastic layer and wraps it gently around your ring finger. Carefully, she lifts your fingers to her plump lips and kisses it softly.

You look at the cabbage.

"Don't think about it", Jerry tells you. "You're not going to continue. This was a stupid idea. Why did I ever think it was okay for you to use a knife? I trust you too much. Fuck sake. You hurt yourself. Get out of the kitchen."

"It's just a little cut …", you say. "I wanted to make something special for you. I had it all planned …"

She cups your cheeks between her hands.

"I know, baby", she says comfortingly. "And I'm very grateful that you wanted to do something for me, but what kind of girlfriend am I if I let you get hurt, hm? My number one priority is to protect you."

"I know, but …"

"I'll continue this. Go sit down in the living room. People like you shouldn't be allowed into kitchens."

You sigh and leave for the living room. The very second you round the corner, Jerry bites down on her hand, grunting. She feels so bad.

Nonetheless, she finishes what you've started. She looks at the prepared kimchi with a sigh. You're too good for her. You wanted to make one of her childhood side dishes … for what? To make her happy? Why do you care about her happiness after what she's done to you? Jerry shuts her eyes to stop whatever tears want to escape.

"Stop it", she hisses for herself, pressing her palms to her eyes. "Stop fucking crying, you piece of shit."

She gathers herself and cleans up. You look up when she enters the living room.

"I don't want you in the kitchen again", she says monotonously. "Do you get that?"

"It was just an accident, Jerry", you sigh. "The knife slipped. The cabbage was wet and slippery. There will be accidents while cooking … you know that."

She shakes her head firmly. "Not in my house. You're not allowed anywhere near anything sharp. You're too clumsy."

You're about to talk back, but keep your mouth shut, knowing better than to argue with her when she's angry.

[separatedleoau]

Did One ever say... dad to Draxum?

Nope! He's been calling him Boss from the moment he started to talk

This is actually something he picked up from the goyles! They call Draxum "boss" pretty much all the time so One started mimicking that since he started to talk

In One's mind, the goyles are pretty much his co-workers

they played a big part raising One, almost as much as Draxum, specially when he was really small and Draxum was too bussy supervising the reconstruccion of their home

But as time passed and One grew, the role of babysitter have fallen more and more, tho there are still times they are constantly checking up on what is One up to ro report back to Draxum

I don't have any specific scenarios for One getting sick as a kid, but I imagine he has gotten sick a few times. Taking care of him would be a mix of Draxum and the goyles' duty, Draxum would always call a healer is necesary too.

Draxum might seem too harsh a lot, but he had always look out for One, after all that's his experiment! Draxum needs him to be on peak health so he can perform his duties and compleate his purpose!

There's quite a few things One likes to do! He likes to play basketball and to skateboard, but he has to do those behind Draxum's back and doesn't do them often

Few things Draxum is aware of is him practicing parkour, but that helps him on missions so is ok. He also enjoys to throw knives a lot and has been perfecting his technique for years, and making up tricks to entratain himself

He's interested in the Nexus in a way, there's no yes or no answer, honestly. He doesn't like Big Mama or her "wasting" warriors on Nexus fights but a lot of that is just him parroting what Draxum has said, he enjoys watching fights but Nexus fights are kind of forbidden to him. but he likes watching old recordings of Lou Jitsu!

I do have kind of have a design for Usagi but I'm constantly chaning how I want him to look on my mind and havent drawn it out in a long time, I think a wip of it was one of the first posts I did on patreon? but thats an old design and, like I said, I keep changing it. I dont think I'm gonna finish his design until I have to draw him for the comic, and thats not gonna be any time soon

and thank you!!!🫶🏼🥰 I love getting questions even when it takes me a while to actually answer :v

(found the old patreon post of Usagi)

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 35: The cellar

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Torture / mutilation / time is weird in this one [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The Death Eaters drag you kicking and screaming down the hall. They've managed to disarm you before you could do sustainable damage to any of them. You trash in their hold, trying your best to get out and run. Maybe you even have a chance to snatch your wand.

You let out a groan as they throw you on the ground. A hand reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair. You whimper and move along with the hand. Bellatrix has a sneer on her face as she presses her wand into your neck.

"For how long have you been spying on us?"

You shake your head as much as her hold permits. "I haven't-"

"LIAR!", she screeches and raises her wand. A hot red flash passes over you before your body contorts painfully. You let out a yell. The feeling of millions of knives piercing your body. "TRAITOR!"

By the time the curse had let up, you're breathless. Your head lulls to the side, tears in your eyes. And to be honest, the only thing you can think about is that you're glad Theo isn't here.

She shoves something in your face. A letter. The same one you wrote during the Ministry hearing. It must have fallen out of your pocket during the chase. Yaxley for sure must have picked it up.

"That isn't... mine." Determined, you look at Bellatrix and give her a sneer. 

Bellatrix raises her hand and strikes you. Your cheek stings and flares up as you feel your nose starting to bleed again. "You dare to betray the Dark Lord?! Betray your own kin?! You should be killed!" Bellatrix raises her wand again, a murderous glint in her eyes.

You don't flinch. If you're going to die, you'll die fighting. Collecting the blood in your mouth, you spit it in Bellatrix's face. An audible gasp goes around the room as they watch the red glob hit her face.

"Go ahead, kill me. You were never my family", you hiss, giving her a cold stare, "I wish you would have rotted away in Azkaban."

Bellatrix shrieks, going absolutely ballistic. She summons a knife and holds you down. First, you’re hit with another round of crucio so you stop struggling in her hold. You can handle that. But then… The point of a knife gets slowly pressed into the flesh of your collarbone before the spell has run its course. You try to wiggle away, crying and sobbing as the pain only multiplies as Bellatrix carves something in your flesh.

It feels like it goes on for hours. At one point you stopped moving, seeing no will to do so. You stare off into the distance, seeing the Malfoy's stand huddled together. Draco looks horrified while Narcissa clings to Lucius. 

Is there no one who would stand up for you? No one would save you from this torture? Yes, but you’ve sent that someone away. For his safety. Yes, everything for Theodore’s safety.

By the time Bellatrix is done, you're halfway passed out. You barely notice how you are grabbed and dragged somewhere. Somewhere dark where the door slams loudly and a heavy lock turns.

You lay curled up on the cold floor, your body twitching and gasping for breath. In between the ringing in your ears, you hear footsteps approaching you.

"Please", you gasp, "no more. Please..." Rolling to your belly, you do your best to crawl away from whomever it may be that is ordered to do your next round of Crucio.

"Miss Black?", asks a soft voice and you stop. You roll back and look at the person who said your name. Mr Olivander

A relieved sob escapes you. At least he won't hurt you. 

The older man — who looks worse for wear — gives you a small smile. "Miss Black- or should I say Mrs Nott? Cedar, almost 13 inches, swishy, with a core of unicorn hair, if I am not mistaken." Mr Ollivander nods and walks off, returning with a lantern. 

With much difficulty, you push yourself into a seated position. "Oh... you're bleeding, dear." He points to your collarbone. You reach out but hiss as the flesh is still tender.

You look around, your eyes adjusting to the dark. "Where are we?"

Mr Ollivander hands you a small bowl of water. Your hands still shake as you take it gratefully and take slow sips. "We're in the cellar." The old man groans as he goes to sit against a wall.

He looks deadly pale and his cheeks are fallen in. "How... how long have you been down here?", you ask carefully. He must be the one you've heard screaming a while back.

Mr Olivander's shoulders slump. "I'm afraid I do not know. Time moves differently down here. It's made so no witch or wizard can use their magic to escape." 

The wandmaker spoke the truth. Despite the once-a-day meals — at least, you think it is. Could be a once-in-many-days with the way your body aches — there is no indicator if it's day or time. 

Draco often sneaks you and Mr Olivander extra food. It's mostly in the form of an apple which he rolls through the bars of the door. You turn away every time he whispers your name, his hands clutching the bars tightly. Only after he leaves deflated, do you scramble to eat the apple. 

As time passes Mr Olivander and you get cellmates. At first, it's Griphook. He's a sour man who distrusts any who's a witch or wizard. He mostly sits in the corner and grumbles to himself.

Next is Luna. You're actually happy and at the same time sad to see her. You throw your arms around her and squeeze her tightly. "Are you okay? Are you broken? Does something bleed?" You turn her over and rake your eyes over her front to see if any blood has seeped into her clothes.

"I am fine. I however do not know where I am." She looks around before her eyes fall on Mr Olivander. She makes her way over to him and strikes up a conversation as if it's a normal Tuesday at tea time.

Running a hand over your face, you turn towards her. "What date is it?"

"The Christmas break has just started."

The shock dawns upon you when you count out the months. It's been three months. Three months trapped in this blasted cellar. You knew it was more than a couple of weeks, as your wound has healed and is only a scar now. 

Oh Merlin, Theo must think that you've died. That either Bellatrix or Voldemort have killed you. Tortured you before ending your life abruptly and too soon.

You slide down a wall, hand clasped over your mouth as tears spill out of your eyes. You stay like that for Salazar knows how long. The heartache of the idea that Theodore mourns your death makes you immobile with sorrow. It feels pointless to move if you can't communicate with him that you're indeed alive.

What you can only assume are months passing by before something happens. There is screaming from upstairs before someone's coming down the stairs. You hide in the dark, pressing yourself up against the wall as two people get pushed inside. 

The two figures rush towards the gate. "What are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her."

Luna slowly creeps forward and calls out a name. "Ron? Harry?"

The two figures turn around and as a light flickers on, it indeed are Ron and Harry. Harry's face looks pretty busted up.

Slowly everyone comes out of their hiding spot now. The two boys' eyes fall upon you. Harry rushes towards you, wanting to hug you. But you flinch away, hiding behind a pillar. Harry stops with a frown on his face. "What happened to you?"

An agonising scream is heard from upstairs and your stomach drops as you recognise the voice. Hermione. "Oh no", you whisper, moving closer to the door. You flinch as she screams out. Involuntarily, a whimper escapes you. You can imagine what Bellatrix is doing with her.

"We have to do something!" Ron turns towards the group, a distraught expression on his face.

Mr Olivander shakes his head. "There is no way out of here. We've tried everything! It's enchanted."

Another whimper escapes you and you lean your forehead against the icy bars as Hermione pleads and screams.

Harry crouches down and takes something out of his sock. A shard or something. He speaks to it, begging for help. 

Wormtail comes scurrying down the stairs, wand in hand and pushing Ron and Harry away. He takes Griphook before he's gone again. 

Ron returns the light and at the moment Dobby appears. He stumbles a bit but is overall happy to see Harry. "Dobby? What are you doing here?"

"Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter of course! Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter!"

You take a good look at the elf. It has been some years since you've seen him. Harry actually made Lucius free Dobby in your second year. You know that because your uncle loudly complained to the whole manor how annoying it was that they lost a house elf.

Dobby seems to spot you and bows to you. "Miss Black! It is good to see you alive."

You give him a small and tired smile. "Happy to see you too, Dobs."

"Wait- are you saying you can apparate in and out of this room?", Harry realises. Of course, the Dark Lord's minions didn't house elf-proof the cellar. They're idiots. 

And so a plan is hatched. Dobby firstly take you, Luna, and Mr Olivander to some address Ron provided.

"No", you protest, "I want to help. I want to fight. I want to hurt them like they hurt me!" Tears fill your eyes.

Harry shakes his head. "You're in no condition to fight. You have to go to safety."

Reluctantly, you hold one of Dobby's hands with Luna and you are pulled and squeezed before you land on something wett. Sand. 

Hurling, you puke up the joke of a meal you've been provided with. Falling over, you lay on your back and stare up at the sky. Never once in your life, you've been so happy to see it being overcast.

Pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes, the first whimper escapes you before you start to weep. You're okay. It's finally over. You're out of that blasted cellar.

The only clear though is that you have to find a way to track down your Teddy and hope he hasn't been doing anything stupid in your name.

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[oharabunny]

⋆✮↪ Warning: rambles, tangents, soft yandere!Miguel, weird Miguel, OOC!Miguel probably but idc, shy and useless reader

╭─── based on my first yandere!miguel tangent ┆ ╰⪼ I want to dive into slightly more detail of how far Miguel goes in taking care of you. We have to keep in mind that Miguel has lost a lot, a whole universe, and his daughter. I imagine he'd be more of a normal boyfriend had he met you in normal circumstances. However, I also don't think you would've been his type for normal Miguel. You're more compliant, shy, and normal. You're also ditzy, clutzy, and barely scraping by in your home world. In front of the great geneticist of Alchemax and Spider-Man, he was definitely out of your league.

But, your normalcy and dysfunctional living habits create the perfect relationship for current Miguel. He's able to get away with so so so many things with you.

(You almost ran away once one night, but you stopped in front of the exit and hesitated. You were alone in this universe with no family, no version of your family existing in this world. You'd be a burden to the other Spider people, and Miguel is the only one doing more than just giving you a place to stay.)

For one thing, he sees you as a fragile little doll that was abandoned on the side of the road. Or a cute kitten. But more than a pet, he has to take care of every little inch and aspect of you. Having lost damn near everything, he needs to keep a close eye on the one he cares about.

The one he cares most now is you; you're all he's got.

Back to some of the things he'd do to you, well, they aren't harmful, just unnerving. He almost never lets you do anything yourself around the house. He let you cook once and you burned yourself slightly, and Miguel made sure no kitchen appliance like the stove or blender can turn on unless given a passcode. Even kitchen utensils especially knives were locked away. Don't get me wrong though, you can cook, but Miguel would rather die than see you wince in pain again.

You're allowed at least a microwave and airfryer to heat up food when Miguel's not home to do it for you, under Lyla's supervision. Believe me, if he's home, you're never lifting a finger in the kitchen, including dishwashing.

Speaking of cleaning, he actually quite enjoys cleaning the house, especially spaces you occupy in the most. He even carefully washes all of your clothes and underwear, and folds them away for you. The rest can be handled by other robots of course. He believes only he can provide you the best conditions to live in, no one and nothing else.

That includes care for your body. This is going to be the most prominent and unnerving aspect of his care for you. While him bathing you from head to toe almost everyday is tame, he's very particular in his details. Like mentioned before, he'd do your manicure and pedicure, your skincare routine (he even knows the weekly masks you put on), and haircare and hairstyling (he's done so much research, you'd think he's done this before. Mans multi-talented). But, there's a point when too much care becomes too much, taking care of your looks alone is not enough. Your health is PARAMOUNT to this man. Looks fade, but your health should not. He'd be a little strict on your diet. He'd frequently take blood, urine, and stool samples (and of course he does it for you, don't fuss, he will do it with force if he has to no matter how gross it is for the both of you) to monitor every part of your body. Depending on your family's history and genetics, he'd constantly test for anything that you may inherit that could harm you. Yes that includes your usual checkups like you would at your doctor. He is your personal doctor too at this point. It's not like you have insurance in Nueva York 2099, a whole foreign universe.

God another gross thought I have to put out there is that he used to watch you use the restroom until you convince him to just stand outside. He justifies that bathroom related accidents are more common than you think. 💀🤢🤮 (He does NOT have a piss and poop kink he's just WEIRD)

As for usual yandere behaviors, he'd obviously won't let you go outside of the house. If he has you in an actual house with a backyard, that's where you get your sunlight, but if he has you in an apartment, then the shielded off balcony and sunroof will suffice. For vitamin D purposes. Otherwise, he makes you take supplements if you are deficient.

The only thing, and I do mean only, he asks of you is to give him babies. Pregnancy and birthing are huge huge risks depending on your constitution. I imagine Miguel messing with your DNA so you can safely deliver him babies. (Or for you kinky folks, he'd rewrite DNA somehow to make your milk jugs overflowing with milk constantly)

Taking care of you is something that of a ritual for him. Something he looks forward coming home to doing, despite the countless responsibilties he has in the Spider Society. He'd actually get so upset if you took care of yourself without him. If the whole canon events theory he has is debunked, I imagine he retires and full sends in taking care of you 24/7 in every hour of the day. He already relays more tasks to Jess, Peter, and other Spiders than usual, so he can be home with you more.

With all the cooking, cleaning, and self care routine being completely done by Miguel, you basically can do everything else you want, within Miguel's reason. Only safe hobbies, like drawing, reading, shopping, watching TV, etc. He still monitors when he can, especially shopping, since he is watchful of where his money moves, but to also see if you're purchasing anything that could hurt yourself. He hopes that whenever he can, he could join you in your hobbies. He particularly enjoys dressing you up in his favorite outfits on you. He'll see a style online he wants you to try and spin his own twist to it. You'd be his little fashion model. He'd also definitely have photoshoots just for you. You also love dressing him up as well and making him join in on the photoshoots.

I feel like I have a few more unnerving ideas about my version of yandere!Miguel, but I'm stopping right here cuz its 2 am and I can't think anymore. Till next time. (I'll write an actual fic I swear I will!)

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[sualne]

Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

[k4ijynxx]

𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬꒱ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ.

[pt: freddy caregiver headcanons]

- since he is a kid, he knows how to handle kids well!

- he can be strict at times, but its only to make sure you are safe!

- he loves to draw with you!

- building forts, singing, and dancing are also things he likes to do with you!

- he is protective, mainly because he was a kid and doesn’t trust most adults or older people

- it will take time for him to warm up to older people, but if he likes you enough, the adults can participate in singing time!

- he likes most names! Nothing related to daddy, brother, or anything like that though, mainly because he is just a kid. He also isnt comfortable with being called gabriel

- his favorites are freddy, fazbear, faz, and freddybear!

- he calls you kiddo, little one, buttercup, silly, stinker, baby bear, cub, and sugar!

- he loves giving you piggyback rides!

- he lets the other animatronics to caregive you! He isnt the best at trusting golden freddy, but mainly because of their aggressiveness, but he will still let you hang it with it!

- freddy loves coloring! He finds it very fun!

- if you want, he will even hang it on the drawing wall!

- he gives you pizza, fries, and grilled cheese! He always gets it from chica, and its always goos because she is such a good cook!

- it makes him really happy to be a caregiver! Especially since he is a child himself and wants you to have a good childhood!

- he lets you visit the pizzeria whenever you want!

- he never guilts you into wanting to leave! He knows that some kids need breaks and will bring you home if you need him to!

- he does make sure that you are home before midnight, though

- hes a very chill caregiver, even if he has some rules

- he sadly cant get out of the pizzaria, but he tries to make the rooms more accessible and fun for you! And yes, this includes areas like the closet and the kitchen!

- there is one place where you cant go though, that being the office. He knows thats where people die, and there are many dangers there

- you also need supervision when going to the kitchen. He doesn’t trust the knives and other things that could harm you. Luckily, chica is in there most of the time so she can look after you!

- he makes sure that the areas in the pizzeria are accessible as well!

- he lets you play with the activity sheets and play arcade games near pirates cove! He doesn’t like the ballpit, though, mainly because of the germs and the fact that it can be dangerous

- hes good with regressors of all ages! Although it can be hard with baby regressors, though

- hes good with independent regressors! He still does check up on you often, of course! Just to make sure you are safe!

Extra! :

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[verdemoun]

DO THE PEOPLE SEANS SURROUNDED WITH NOW IN YOUR TIMEWARP AU LET HIM TALK ABOUT HIS DA???

YES BUT SAD

hosea and bessie are basically providing the nuclear family dynamic that NONE of the boys got to experience and it's super wholesome and sweet but also the guilt lenny sean and kieran would all feel because of it.

on one hand are they disrespecting their parents' memories by having that familial affection towards hosea and bessie? on the other does it make them ungrateful for how hard they're trying to make sure they're comfortable and cared for so they can have another chance at life?

but bessie and hosea would love hearing them talk about their parents so affectionately because seeing them laugh over happy things in their childhood is such a necessary reminder their poor boys aren't just bundles of trauma and maladaptive behavior

it would start as such an offhanded thing like kieran is making soda bread and sean would say he's doing it wrong. the audacity devolves into the great irish bake-off of mammy's soda bread vs da's soda bread with lenny supervising because there's knives in the kitchen and this could very quickly turn into civil war or homicide.

in bake-off style they start getting all nostalgic and talking about when their parents taught them to make it. sean's gets to laugh about his bizarre childhood as the son of an activist/outlaw meanwhile kieran has no memories of ireland so he's asking questions and really curious.

they end up making enough soda bread to feed 20 people and hosea is mildly annoyed they didn't decide to do this in 1899 when there was actually 20 people to feed.

it becomes a regular thing for any of them to mention their parents esp sean because he fucking loves talking about his da and how cool he was

the whiplash bessie gets when she hears one of da's famous quotes and realises 'da' is darragh macguire. one day she sits sean down to talk about his da and explains he's remembered as a folk hero and it's public knowledge he was unjustly murdered by the british government. their house in donegal became a museum and looks exactly the way sean remembers it. bessie even managed to find some prints from his days as a political activist and sean gets to have a picture of his da.

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

I've noticed you have a theme/often return to Vash being aware of his emotions but unable/unwilling to express them, whereas Wolfwood is often less aware of his emotions but expresses them much more freely and openly. I'd love to hear your thoughts or just any rambling on it that you might have.

yes!! that is a thing i do. (it’s more pronounced in my stampede fics, mostly because stampede’s whole trick is taking things that were subtextual in previous iterations and putting them center stage.) it’s a whole layered traumathing, but let’s see if i can break it down.

it took me a while to settle into writing vash’s pov. he’s such a complicated creature held up by such intricate scaffolding. and with stampede vash especially, he’s not really able to recognize how much of the lone wolf martyr shit he treats as his lot in life has been inflicted on him, mostly by knives. so much of vash’s emotional house of cards is built on the concept of personal responsibility, and the only way he can feel like he has agency is to take responsibility for whatever knives does that consequently erodes vash’s agency. and everything else circles that drain. guilt is a more comfortable burden for him than helplessness.

wolfwood, on the other hand, is experiencing at all times in all canons the emotion of spending the first stretch of time since he was like. twelve. out from under his abuser’s immediate supervision (though without actually being free or safe) and realizing what a shit fucking deal he’s been cut, and what possibilities exist if he were free. he’s such a raw nerve of inexperience with the world beyond what he’s been given, chafing against the chain around his neck.

neither of them have been able to develop the kind of “normal” emotional responses to stress and trauma or regular everyday hurts because they’ve spent so much time, on the whole, adapting to the emotional needs of others, abusers and loved ones and strangers alike.

vash over the years learned to do this with a lot of intentionality, but for wolfwood it’s much more instinctive, less practice and more survival.

and then the specific type of pressure they’re both under changes, and they react how they know how, to different results. vash tries to contort himself into whatever shape is desired of him, and gets challenged on this for the first time. wolfwood coils up around his pain, then has his suffering recognized and validated.

tl;dr: two different flavors of trauma response. :]

[super-marvel-dc]

Ok ladies and gentlemen and others, I have FINALLY come up with the names, ages, race, and small bios for Jason and Y/N's kids they've adopted! If you are unaware what this is about I have a little thing going on that I came up with (because I'm delulu) about Jason and Y/N having 16 kids. Yes, you read that correctly. 16. You can find the explanation here in my Jason Todd's Family masterlist or click this one here to be sent to the post instead.

Alex: 10 years old, white, brown eyes, dark brown/blackish short hair, deaf. He loves walking in the woods with Y/N and their dog Barney, and drawing. (Sorry, he's my favorite)

Maddie: 6 years old, white, heterochromia (one blue eye and one brown eye), blonde long hair, hyper. She loves to climb on things, run around with the chickens outside and throw rocks in the pond.

Lilly: 6 years old, white, green eyes, black shoulder length hair, timet and shy. She loves sitting with the horses and reading to them, helping Y/N cook, and coloring.

Ben: 8 years old, Korean, dark brown eyes, short black hair, wears glasses (I thought it was cute). He loves swimming, reading, and dinosaurs.

Christopher: 11 years old, black, brown eyes, short, buzz cut like, black hair, almost always smiling. He loves watching movies (specifically Bugs Life), camping, and watching the fish in the pond.

Rose: 4 years old, Mexican, light brown eyes, long wavy black hair, shy but hyper. She loves flowers, dresses, spending time with Jason and Y/N, and listening to music.

Amy: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, chin length red hair, freckles, giggles a lot. She loves playing in the mud, riding the horses, and dolls.

Amara: 5 years old, twin, pale white, blue eyes, shoulder length red hair, freckles, also giggles a lot. She loves swinging, dolls, and playing at the park for hours.

Zeppelin: 13 years old, Puerto Rican, dark brown eyes, short curly hair, a few freckles, quiet. He loves listening to Y/N read to him, going to the library, and watching The Office.

Dean: 15 years old, white, green eyes, short dirty blonde hair, freckles, quiet yet hyper. He loves music, movies, knives, and taking pictures of the wildlife.

Ezekiel: 2 years old, Chinese, dark brown/black eyes, short black, messy hair, sweet. He loves spending time with Dick, playing with stuffed animals (his favorite is a blue narwhal), taking walks while he sits in his blue wagon, and watching SpongeBob.

Riley: 9 years old, white/tan ish, gray eyes, short/pixie cut white hair with pink tips, shy yet can be loud. She loves painting and drawing, taking pictures of flowers, skateboarding, and singing with Jason.

Sasha: 18 years old, black, blue eyes, wavy black hair with red stripes, outgoing. She loves helping Y/N bake (she takes some for later), learning about literature, hanging out with her friends at the coffee shop, and writing.

Michaela: 10 years old, Mexican, light golden brown eyes, short brown hair, mute. She loves to stick to Y/N and Jason's side like glue, playing dress up and with her Nightwing action figure (don't tell Jason...), sitting with the cows, and watching cartoons.

Mathew: 4 years old, white, brown eyes, dark blue fluffy short hair, wears glasses. He loves coloring, the park (specifically the slides), ducks, and walking in the water (under supervision).

Angel: 11 years old, white, heterochromia (one green eye and one blue eye), short on the sides and longish in the middle (kinda like a mowhawk) black hair, occasionally a menace. He loves watching action movies, helping Jason fix things, shaving one of the dogs..., and reading with Y/N.

Please, do not steal my work

[shamy-fanatic]

Hello!!

Considering I promised a fic for Halloween yet ended up not finding a way to finish it, it'll be a treat for my little group of Tumblr friends! This fic doesn't really have an end, so I suppose it's my first offense as an evil author. Whoops!

Enjoy!!

That cool wisp in the air is enough to make Sheldon turn up the thermostat. Amy walks out of her son's room, carrying said child along with her.

“Wow, turning on the heat?” She glances over his shoulder. 73° Fahrenheit. “It seems so. This is my descent into madness.” He glances at Leonard and the pile of costumes in Amy's arms. “What do you have?”

Amy smiles widely at the question, answering enthusiastically. “These are our costumes for this year! Aren't you excited?”

He bristles at the reply. “I thought we were going as Hulk and She-Hulk.”

“Well, we aren't and you're going to wear your costume.”

“But-”

“Don't argue.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Amy smiles, bouncing Leonard in her arms. “Good. Now, here's your costume. Go hang it up in your closet, keep it safe.”

Sheldon takes the metallic costume in his hands, admiring the shiny armor. “A knight's uniform?” He looks up at Amy, “Is it enlightenment or dark ages?”

She hesitates, the right answer on the tip of her tongue. “Enlightenment. . .?”

He pauses before smiling. “I love you,” he declares before heading to the bedroom to safely store away his costume.

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“Honey, I'm home!”

Amy comes into the house, struggling to carry two big pumpkins and one small face pumpkin, as well as some paints and carving supplies.

She calls out to Sheldon, “Come help? Please?”

Sheldon walks over to help just in time to see a big pumpkin fall and break open all over the floor.

“Why'd you do that?”

Amy sighs, handing him a pumpkin, “I didn't mean to. Now, set that on the counter. Get newspapers and the tablecloth with stains while I get another pumpkin. And pick up that mess?”

“Why? It's your mess.” After Amy gives him a glare, clearly not in the mood, he takes the supplies from her and cleans up.

An hour later, Amy returns with a new pumpkin, almost slipping in the old pumpkin's left remnants.

“I thought you cleaned this up?” She grumbles, stepping over the pumpkin guts.

“I tried to, but I don't know where any supplies are.”

“Under the sink. You clean the windows and mirrors, you know this.”

“Oh. I mean, I didn't want to.”

She sighs, setting down the pumpkin. She bends down, rummaging in the drawer, then handing him paper towels and cleaning solution.

"Wipe it up and then we can have fun carving pumpkins.”

He frowns, though reluctantly cleans up the sticky half-dried pumpkin guts.

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Leonard's only two. He can't handle knives for carving pumpkins. Yet, he still has more confidence than Sheldon to take out the pumpkin insides for him.

“Thank you, Leonard.” He gratefully pats his head before gently tracing a design on his pumpkin.

“I can't believe you won't touch the insides.”

“It's ooey and gooey, the two things I won't touch.”

She smiles, pouring out paints for Leonard's small fake pumpkin. “Well, I won't force you, then.”

Carving pumpkins is quite the event for Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. She has to carve her own pumpkin of course, but she also has to supervise the two babies in the room. Leonard has to be restrained before he consumes finger paints and Sheldon has to be tended to when he cuts himself with the carving knife and gets his pumpkin stained red.

"And. . . Done!”

Amy steps back, admiring her work. She glances at Sheldon’s pumpkin, giggling at his jagged eyes and random stabs of fury from cutting his thumb. “Quite the work, Dr. Cooper.”

“There's a reason I'm not the type of doctor with medicine. This is why.” He looks over at Leonard's mess of a foam pumpkin. “And his is better than mine. I want a redo.”

She chuckles, picking up Leonard to wash his hands off. “I think we all deserve gold stars. We can put out our pumpkins tonight before trick-or-treating,” She washes his hands gently, “And no, before you ask, nobody will smash our pumpkins or egg-slash-toilet-paper our house while we're gone. You'll be fine to spare a moment to go trick-or-treating with your son.”

He sighs, resigning. “Fine. But I'll let you know that next year I plan on going as my own character.”

“I can allow that.”

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

After reading about gamer girl Engel playing war games, I thought about something. What if she is curious and asks König for a little shooting lesson? She wants to know what it's like to fire a real gun. Of course under his supervision and with all the safety precautions imaginable. Would he do it? I mean, he loves that she is into his knifes, maby he'll get exited too, if his sweet little angel fires one of his guns, being all helpless without him but enjoying it... Oh and I bet the cocky bastard would love how he knows everything and she knows nothing...

I think it would be so cute if he took her to a range 🥺 (actually he did in Just Friends, it’s only a brief mention but I wanted them to go because I got loosely inspired by the movie Natural Born Killers with that fic. And Engel is so fascinated with his knives, surely she would take a liking to his guns too??)

But König is the most annoying shooting teacher you’ve ever had, gets all gropey and literally breathes on your neck as he helps you with your posture, corrects the way you hold different guns, you can’t even load them yourself because as much as he wants to “teach” you, he doesn’t want you to actually learn to fire a real gun and get to know exactly how they work :( It’s just not right in his worldview for a cute thing like you to be shooting guns (and why would you need them anyway when you have him?) So he gatekeeps a lot of information and settles for helping you and giving annoyingly vague answers to your questions.

At the same time, he does enjoy how his tools look in your small, weak hands. You look so adorable and alluring that he’s quite literally roaring and sweating inside while remaining stoic and composed on the outside. Stands with a wide spread and arms crossed over his chest, nodding when he sees you’re doing ok and grunting a brief “Gut” when you almost hit the bullseye with one of his sniper rifles. You also look very cute when shooting from prone, the recoil hitting your lithe body (yes, everyone else in this world is lithe in his opinion) so beautifully… Actually, now that he thinks about it, you have what it takes to be a sniper: you’re small, quiet, easy to disguise, you have a lot more patience than him…

“Ok, that’s enough, Engel,” he marches to you and takes the gun away just when you are starting to have fun ;(

[ratsoh-writes]

"Swingy, shhh... " E pats the carrier and gently takes hold of the diaper bag, then looks to Pop and... Oh no! Swing has definitely grabbed the bird skeleton's wing feathers.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry-" she tried to gently remove his little hands, but baby grip is so strong! And she didn't want to accidentally pull out any feathers. Fiber by fiber she removed one hand, went to the next and-- Ah! The first hand grabbed on again!

"Sorry! Sorry!- He just, he just loves wings so much, I'm really sorry-"

Parenthood is hard.

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Oh right, that bear camp director was there too. It's so weird seeing them in bro clothes.

So many people running around. Briar caught herself keeping an eye out for the scouts with the sharp descaling knives. They were just students, no worries. Unless they were really bad at it.

".... Yes, you are really good at that..." She glanced around, trying to keep conversation. "I didn't even know you could ride with multiple people on a board without tipping over, that must take significant skill-" they stumbled a little, not used to walking on sand. "Did, did you want me to help get more ice?" She looked a little out of her element.

The skeleton is thankfully a good sport. Papaya, his name you now know reassures you that he’s fine. Although he winced when swing pulls again

Papaya: you’d be surprised at how much this happens, really! Kids like the bright colors

Pop: ahh! Swing look here! It’s magpie!

Your husbone is a genius! Pop waves the plushies wings in swings face and the baby’s eyelights get wides he lets go of papaya to grab the plush again, and papaya gratefully folds his wings close to himself

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Finn: OH IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HELP, YOU CAN MAKE SURE MICKEY DOESN’T BURN HIMSELF ON THE GRILL!

One of the older scouts is lighting the grill. He’s a short monster though and is at risk if no one is supervising.

Finn has to help a few struggling kids with the knives before he’s free again to chat

Finn: MICKEY! WE HAVE THE FIRST BATCH READY FOR YOU!

The first dozen Carp are slapped onto the grill and are drizzled with lemon and a little bit of brown sugar. It smells delicious!

Finn: uh THIS MIGHT SOUND WEIRD BRIAR, BUT DO YOU WANNA GO ON ANOTHER DATE WITH ME?

[disillusionedjudge]

((I have zero reason for this other than I'm easily entertained so @tarnishedxknight I'm gonna tag you in this because I think you'll get a kick out of some of these sdfgjsdf

Drace: Gylfie and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Gabranth: What did you do? Drace: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Gylfie: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

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Gabranth: I want to be like a caterpillar. Gylfie: Explain. Gabranth: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Drace: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Gabranth: Gabranth: That's just another highlight!

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Gabranth: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Gylfie: I think you mean cards. Drace: They did not. Gabranth, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Drace: I have a bad feeling about this... Gylfie: What do you mean? Drace: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Gylfie: No? Gabranth: That actually explains so much.

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Gylfie: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Gabranth: How? Gylfie: I need someone to take the fall. Gabranth: What did you do? Gylfie: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Drace, from the other room: Oh my god. Gylfie: ... Drace: OH MY GOD! Gabranth: Make it a hundred. Gylfie: Deal.

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Gylfie: Can we go out to get icecream? Gabranth: Did you ask Drace? Gylfie: They said no. Gabranth: Then why did you ask me? Gylfie: They're not the boss of you. Gabranth, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Gabranth: Gylfie learned how to fold origami penguins from Drace the other day. I told them, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day they put them in the fridge.

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Drace, watching Gabranth do something stupid: Gylfie, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Gylfie: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Drace: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Gylfie: Adulting is hard. Gylfie: How do I quit? Drace: Time travel. Gabranth: Die.

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Gabranth: Go and tell Drace why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots. Gylfie: Gabranth: Do it, tell them what you told me earlier. Gylfie, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision... Drace:

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Gabranth: Something tells me Gylfie's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Gylfie, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Drace isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

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Gabranth: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Gylfie's birthday invitations. Drace: Well, what are they supposed to say? Gabranth: "Gylfie's birthday". Drace: So, what do they say instead? Gabranth: "Gylfie’s bi". Drace: Drace: Works out either way.

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Drace: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Gylfie finally snaps and commits murder? Gabranth: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

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Gabranth & Drace: Surprise! We're having a baby! Gylfie: What?! Gabranth & Drace: *pull out adoption papers* It's you!

[kyannnite]

What activites would each of the uncles run? And to what varying degrees of success

okay so i am putting way too much thought into this but here's a complete list of activities i think jin ling's uncles would run:

jiang cheng runs the pets merit badge. a boy loves his dogs. he is surprisingly successful. however his attempt to lead an orienteering activity during a weekend camping trip does lead to at least one scout getting pricked with cactus needles

wwx is a counselor for the archery and wilderness survival merit badges and while the adults HATE him the kids love him bc not only is he fun but he also is super lax on how he signs off blue cards. hes the guy that sets up a wilderness survival camping trip and lets the kids bring peanut mnms with them. if there's any type of troop activity he's there and while it'll be chaotic they're always the kids' favorites

mo xuanyu is the counselor for the theatre merit badge. excuse for him to be campy and wear stage makeup ofc... he doesn't run anything too often though he's not super involved in scouts

jin guangyao is INCREDIBLY involved in scouting on the council side which means he's probably registered to be a merit badge counselor for at least 10 badges and is Too Good at running every merit badge day and troop activity. its frightening. he's also part of a current campaign to take over council presidency from JGS once his term is up but god knows if that'll happen

the lans are absolutely all counselors for the citizenship merit badge trifecta (community, nation, world), scholarship, and music merit badges.

lan wangji is the designated counselor for the basketry merit badge. it's calm. it's fun. wwx likes to come over and poke fun while asking if the scouts want to try underwater basketweaving. he also runs the horsemanship badge because I SAY SO

lan xichen is the counselor for the textile merit badge. don't knock it until you've tried it. the scouts get to have a lot of fun with looms and dyes... which is either a disaster or super fun.

nie mingjue runs the welding, metalwork, and shotgun shooting merit bagdes... whenever there's a shooting sports weekend you already know he's taking a brigade of scouts. he's also the definitive dutch oven expert and will win every camp cookoff.

nie huaisang runs the art merit badge, but mostly just runs around helping where needed (aka sitting around and watching disasters take place) and we love him for this. he always carries an extra supply of fans and spray bottles for hot days and events

totin' chip (allows scouts to use knives) and firem'n chit (allows scouts to build campfires and use lighting devices) are run on rotation by wwx, nmj, and jiang cheng. they have learned from previous mistakes and scouts are no longer allowed to start by using swiss army knives since too many couldn't tell the sharp from the blunt side (yes. real problem i have encountered)

lan wangji and wwx are sent to summer camp along with nmj and jiang cheng as adult volunteers to supervise the troop... but that is a post for another day (wink) (wink)

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psst can i pick your brain for a moment? writing ransom or getting a grasp on his character is one of the harder challenges for me. how did you work to pinpoint his character for your series? it feels super natural and true to his canon personality

o.0 thank you for such a compliment! i'd be honored for you to pick my brain anytime. it's not busy lol

So I have watched Knives Out a few times but not an incredible amount. There isn't one single key thing that makes Ransom Drysdale who he is, but a big clue to getting him 'right' (idk that sounds pretentious, so I'll just call him RoAR Ransom) is the people around him.

Linda and Richard, Ran's parents, are the type of spoiled you get when you have money, want nice things, do not care about others, but know that it's easier to get what you want when acting nice. They are extremely fake. Try raising a kid like that and you'll find the kid notices you are fake. Kid learns why you are fake, hates it, and still learns to get what they want.

Harlan is another key to why I made RoAR Ran a redeemable asshole. Ran's grandfather doesn't loathe him and doesn't really pity him either. Ran's situation makes Harlan sad, yes, but he sees that Ransom didn't have much chance to develop any differently. Maybe if Harlan and Linda had cut Ransom off from money much earlier in life, he would have learned some better lessons about his behavior, but they didn't.

In other media, I've seen the portrayal of rich kids raised by nannies etc from an early age as attached to that person. We don't know if Ran was given that kind of supervision or simply around Linda and ignored a lot, but I've gone a different direction. I think Ransom is very bitter knowing that he shouldn't have been raised/cared for by anyone else (and I think any time he ever spent with Harlan would have reinforced that), so he draws an incredibly hard and rude line when dealing with people 'employed' to be around. That said, the only other reason the Thrombeys are around each other is MONEY. They aren't employed by Harlan (some of them) but might as well be.

Ransom likely thinks of anything he went through as a kid, anything he still goes through with his parents and family, as him earning Harlan's allowance. He survived them; he should be given means of survival beyond them.

We see Ransom as superficial in the film, very hoity-toity, nice clothes, nice whole house to himself, nice car, but he's also always alone basically. We don't see staff in his house. He doesn't migrate toward either cousin as if favoring them. I see this as Ransom padding his life with nice and comfortable things because stuff is the only sweet and comforting thing in his life. That's a tough nut to crack. (Specifically in RoAR, this is also why it was such an advantage to write a rich!reader for him. The only way a guy like Ran is going to believe it isn't about the money is if she has money and still behaves a different way.)

So.

In my mind, Ransom is very guarded, very bitter, very lonely, and very convinced this is the only way life works. He has style and a sense of humor. He can relate to other people (Harlan being the only example we get on-screen, but still, he plays games and chats with his grandfather in such a way that even Harlan distinguishes it from the way the others interact with him), but Ran just doesn't until he's forced to. It's only by extreme circumstance that he spends any time with Marta AND EVEN THEN he tries to only do that by email and unmarked notes and shady shit. Ran would probably live in his comfy castle and interact with the entire world by proxy if he could. He doesn't know any better and he's used to far worse.

I hope that made sense and helped you some. Feel free to DM or send asks with further questions. I love this stuff!