#So sometimes a parent will live a whole life thinking of the baby they lost

[bonefall]

oo snowkit becomes snowcarve?

He does!

In StarClan, you can use the names and appearance that you could have had, if you died young. It's very rare that you get permakits or permapprentices. I lifted from the COTC story about Smallstar and his siblings.

(Though, in BB those kits actually survive and it's MAPLESHADE’S kits who lead to the law on protecting children, Darkstar's Commandment, the Queen’s Rights. Smallstar is the leader of WindClan and xey're super chill. Xey own a lovely shawl.)

So Snowkit chooses to appear as Snowcarve, an Honor Title he would have earned for the creation of a full written Clan cat language, expanded from the simple glyphs. I'm not sure if he's a popular patron, but I do know that Bramble and Tawny invoke him sometimes.

Unfortunately though he's more invoked for general guidance by the two of them, not for possibilities like I think he'd like. He watches over them though, like a guardian angel. A lot of cats secretly have those.

I'm not sure who he follows around more often though. I think he LIKES following Tawny more because she's a better listener to his omens. But he feels like Bramble NEEDS him more, y'know?

Also notably, Snowcarve was technically their uncle, but the relationship is best described as "1st cousin." Rabnir in Clanmew, a familial role about somewhat distant but parallel growth, seen also with Brightpaw and Swiftpaw.

[asimpwithfreetime]

Our baby (Yandere! Platonic! Sullys x sickly born! Daughter/sister! Reader)

Summary: Y/n was born sickly, scaring all her family a few times in her life with that condition. Now she is doing better but they are all overprotective of her now. (Just a bunch of cute fluff scenes with them and then yandere stuff)

General warnings: yandere behavior, yandere sully family, manipulating/ fear tripping yandere! Jake, violent! Neytiri, fights between Neteyam and Lo’ak, purring! Loak,

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

The Sully family was really close, all of them orbiting around Y/n. Y/n was born sickly and usually got ill more times in a year.

Everyone took good care of her. From her protective parents to her little sister, Tuk. Do not forget about her three older siblings that would do absolutely ANYTHING for her.

Jake never let her do anything remotely dangerous, what if his baby got hurt? He wouldn’t survive it. Also, why did she need to know that, she already had him, right?

“You ready, baby girl?” Jake asked his daughter, bringing her close to his ikran. She wanted to fly with one but he didn’t let her. Instead, they could fly together. He helped her up and sat behind her. Once she steadied her posture, he held her in place and they started flying.

At first it was fun but suddenly, the ikran almost crashed into the ground a few times. Jake protected Y/n. She didn’t know he was doing it on purpose. She screamed and cried, holding her dad as a life line.

“There, there, my baby” he cooed once on land. “This is why I don’t let you fly, I don’t want you hurt” he said. She hugged him tightly in between sniffles.

Neytiri was at a whole other level. With a simple “NO” and a hiss she would have everything settled. She even blackmailed and threatened a bunch of Na’vi in the clan to tell her daughter off whenever she tried to sneak around. If other people convinced Y/n, she wouldn’t be the bad guy.

She would be always there for her. As the daughter of the Tsa’hìk she new a lot about medicine and she would cure her baby. She knew how fragile Y/n was and she wanted to protect her baby. She never got aggressive against her, but Neytiri would punch to literal pulp anyone who tried to tell Y/n she didn’t need her family on her all the time.

Neteyam needed Y/n as he needed to breathe. She was his everything. Jake was really stern on him and he could always run to Y/n and still be seen as a hero and a role model. He loved the way she admired her big brother. He liked being appreciated.

He has fought Lo’ak over who loved her more in the past, close enough to draw blood. Jake had stopped them but it was always the same. Neteyam would cuddle with Y/n whenever she was sick, even if it was contagious. He didn’t mind. If he got sick taking care and loving his baby sister, then so be it. Eywa sent him the mission of being there with her. And don’t even think about dating. Neteyam would get caught, but he would kill any boy that looked at her more than twice.

Lo’ak teases Y/n’s sickness sometimes, only if she was going to laugh or crack a smile. He loved her laugh, it made him fill useful. Y/n was his reason to go on. He would be lost without her. In a forest of darkness, she was his moon, his night sky and his guide. She didn’t know it, but she was.

He loved holding her close when she got better from an illness, hearing her heartbeat and purring happily lulling her to sleep.

Lo’ak loved to get on fights just to get treated by his sister, she had such a gentle care that he couldn’t deny it. And maybe he didn’t create fights sporadically. He would fight Na’vi he knew had a crush on Y/n. He would teach them a lesson.

Kiri wasn’t violent physically, but verbally. She had destroyed a lot of people just with the power of the word. And whenever someone made fun of her sister for being sickly or for being weak, or someone would DARE to be in love with Y/n, she would make their live a living hell.

With Y/n she was all soft and gentle. As Y/n wasn’t allowed out alone, Kiri would bring her flowers, rocks and everything interesting she found while going for a walk. That way Y/n could experiment the wonders of Pandora form the safety of her home.

[rowanthestrange]

A thing I think should be included with Ruby’s abandonment/attachment issues when we’re writing her, is that she was a foster sibling to a lot of kids. Like a lot of kids. She has effectively lost so many siblings and playmates and even babies/very young children she’s essentially had a hand in raising. Her entire life has been loving and losing. And for foster kids getting adopted or reunited with their parents under better circumstances, she will basically have been unable to grieve that properly because it’s a good thing they’re gone and they’re supposed to celebrate it. She’s clearly very loving and caring even after a whole life of that, even though each time they leave a piece of her goes with them.

No shit she’s going to end up with some attachment issues. Especially if she considers herself the lucky one, survivor’s guilt, Carla adopted her and none of the others, who have probably expressed that sentiment to her directly and asked why, in the hopes they could stay forever too, or just jealousy - what made you so special?

Foster children/youths in the UK also have to choose themselves to stay in-touch. Foster carers cannot directly contact the child once they have left their care. A “clean slate” approach is preferred. So if the child doesn’t request to get into contact — and sometimes aren’t told they would have to or are discouraged from doing so — that means losing contact immediately and for good. Does that remind you of anything? Sometimes it also happens very quickly - it is far from unheard of for a foster sibling to go to school in the morning and find out the child they’ve been living with for months has gone when they come back in the evening. Even with warning it could still often be only days. I think you could argue 73 Yards has more to do with Ruby’s experience as a foster sibling than being an adoptee.

And of course the continuous loss of loved ones mirrors the Doctor’s experience with their companions fairly often. Another thing that quietly binds them that most other people couldn’t understand.

[northlt03]

Too Sweet

Regulus Black is not an early bird.

That much is evident from the dark eyebags, the exhaustion that slumps his frame and the cup of coffee always glued to his hand.

He remembers being a child, developing the habit of staying up late. The hours of the night, when everyone else was asleep, their soft snores the only noise in the house was the the only time he truly felt alive. Something more than a moving corpse.

There was no one to nag at him after midnight, no one tiring him with small talk, no one he had to put up a facade for. It was just him. No Sirius, no mother, no father.

He used the time to breathe, as idiotic as it sounds. He just breathed and breathed and tried not to think about everything happening in his life. He wrote in his journal as well, stupid poems he swore would never be seen by anyone but him. He did everything he wished he could do that day but didn't because he had too many eyes on him.

Those days are well behind him now, he doesn't live in constant fear of his parents, no longer in the grips of that awful house. And still, some habits stay with him.

It's later than 10 in the morning when he says a word. James doesn't mind. Sometimes Regulus doesn't say anything the whole day, but James is happy enough to carry the weight of socializing for both of them.

He is blissfully free of the hold of trauma unlike Regulus and his brother. Regulus hopes he always stays that way, far from anything that could ever change him or cause him harm.

Because god forbid something something or someone so much as touched James Potter. Regulus would have to go to war.

In any case, James doesn't mind Regulus sleeping late. He's more of an early bird. A quidditch habit he never quite let go of. In the mornings they often wave silently to each other, James having just woken up and Regulus heading to bed.

"Baby" Regulus muses to himself as he plays with James' hair. He could never fathom how James slept so well. Honestly, an earthquake wouldn't be able to wake the man up.

"Try to sleep early, darling" James always says. "Go to bed before the sun's already rising"

But the sunrise is Regulus' favorite part of the night. He wants to show James the peacefulness of the night once. He wants to give James the experience, lost in a haze, smelling like a bonfire when he wakes up.

But until then, he just kisses James' hair, "You're too sweet for me"

They're different. Very different. Regulus knows. He has known since Hogwarts.

Regulus takes his whiskey neat, enjoying the way it burns. James usually orders a fruity drink with half the alcohol amount and teases Regulus for being a lightweight when they've had the same number of drinks.

Regulus takes his coffee black, no sugar, no milk. It helps him, even if it makes the beating of his heart a little too fast and loud, and makes his fingers shake because of overconsumption.

James takes his coffee with an ungodly amount of sweetener that makes Regulus gag everytime he sees his boyfriend preparing the drink. James always complains more coffee makes him sleepy, which never made much sense to Regulus. Neither did the fact that more sugar usually helped James balance out his frantic energy.

Regulus goes to bed well after three, mostly when the sun is already painting the sky lighter. He enjoys the burn of his eyes, the hurt in his temples from reading too much, he enjoys the hurt, something to remind him of home.

James goes to bed earlier than a child with a strict mother and a bed time. He wakes just as early, before the sky lightens up. He likes the cool wind on his cheeks as he goes for a run, always trying to convince Regulus to join him. He's convinced Regulus will give in one day. (He won't)

James is too sweet for Regulus, too sweet for him to believe he deserves it.

James is as bright as the morning. He burns so bright he consumes every part of Regulus' mind. There's no hope trying to outrun his magnetic field. Regulus would know, he's tried it.

Even on his bad days, he could outshine Apollo.

He's soft as the rain, soothing after a hot day, a constant weather in their country.

And he's pretty. Regulus would be a fool to forget that.

It all makes Regulus feel inferior sometimes. He just wishes he could wait until the day he no longer felt that way. Like James deserves better than him. Like one day James will get up and decide he doesn't love Regulus any more.

They're all ugly thoughts, Regulus knows that. And James has his fair share of ugly habit and thoughts. He's not perfect by any means.

Still, sometimes Regulus thinks James is too sweet for him.

"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate" Regulus scrawls in his journal one night, watching the steady rise and fall of James' chest.

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (30) Journey

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 30)

Summary: Rosie struggles a bit during her pregnancy. Thinking about her own mother only makes her nauseous, and not because of morning sickness. A solution is found and nature does the rest.

Thirty Years Old

Of course, we were at Baker Street the first time the baby kicked. Not surprising since we lived there, it was the occasion rather, Timothy’s birthday.  Dad and Papa came up from Sussex to celebrate with us, and the moment I hugged Dad, a violent kick made me wince.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Dad asked worried.

“The baby,” I whispered. “It kicked. For the first time.”

Dad beamed at me, as if it was his presence that elicited this action. Papa looked proudly at him, and I just knew that this baby would be spoiled beyond belief. My parents were already besotted. Not that Marie and Daniel were less excited, but they’d been through this four times already.

***

The evidence of my pregnancy with my growing belly, didn’t stop me from marvelling in the craziness of it all. Every now and again the thought hit me: you’re having a baby!

Another thing that haunted me occasionally was the thought of my mother. How had she felt about being pregnant with a man that abandoned her? Not that I blamed Dad one bit. She had almost killed Papa, which still made me nauseous, and it stung my heart. Sometimes I was filled with rage aimed at the woman who I’d been inside for nine months. Other times, I pondered if she’d planned it all to end like it did. To save Papa’s life, sacrificing herself. The thoughts were fruitless of course, and for my own sanity, I managed to stop before I was overwhelmed with the need to know.

There was no secret that both my parents had gone to therapy before and after the Eurus business, and Dad suggested that I try it too, to get some tools to cope when the emotions got the better of me. I did, and it helped.

***

Nature is a wonderful thing. After months of discomfort and hours of agony in labour, all was forgotten once our little girl was laid on my chest. She was perfect, obviously. Brown strands of hair and dark eyes, the colour not yet established. The midwife took at photo of the three of us to send to our families in due course. 

“Best not wait too long, or Sherlock might talk Greg into giving him access, the hour be damned,” Timothy quipped.

I sighed and kissed the wonder who slept peacefully, wrapped in soft blankets.

Once the nurse had cleaned me up and I got a room, I fed my daughter, which was an overwhelming experience, and I cried through the whole event. Timothy was a calming presence and burped her when she made it clear that she was full, thank you very much.

“Call them,” Timothy urged.

***

I was anxiously waiting for my first visitors the next day. The day before, or night actually, Papa had insisted on asking uncle Myc to send a car down to Sussex to pick them up and bring them to London asap since the last train had departed hours earlier. Both me and Dad called him childish, and he finally settled on visiting after breakfast the following day.

Papa was almost lost for words when he realised that we’d named our daughter after them. It took Dad a bit longer to grasp it, and they were both teary-eyed and quite soppy when they greeted Joanna Shirley for the first time. She clearly had a thing for Papa’s voice, just like I’d always had, because when she started to wail, he talked her through it, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Seeing Dad holding my daughter, while Papa encircled Dad’s shoulders, made me tear up again. I was so happy for that little person who had such wonderful people in her life, to spoil her rotten, but also to teach her obscure things, comfort her and support her for as long as they could. It was like seeing my own childhood unfold in front of me. The first years I didn’t remember, and I couldn’t wait to experience that, not to mention adding my uncles into the equation. 

Speaking of…

***

The day I was released from the hospital, Timothy was oddly jittery when I asked if he’d made the last preparations for my return home with an infant.

“Of course,” he assured me.

He was a terrible liar, just like Dad.

It turned out that the forces of nature, which was The Fab Four, had taken matters into their own hands. Timothy had been in charge of making tea and ordering takeaway, while two men, I think you can guess who, did the physical work, while the brothers directed and supervised the remaking of my old room into an extraordinary nursery.

The white walls had been painted sunny yellow; the cot was the one we’d already received from my uncles, a pale green armchair stood in the corner, a bee plushie and Ted were placed on top of the duvet, and a white rug lay on the floor. Bee-patterned curtains, and my own bee-blanket, an oak bookshelf filled with my old books and some new ones, made the room feel welcoming.

“You’re all insane!” I scolded the proud foursome.

“Indeed,” uncle Myc agreed. “Nothing but the best is good enough for my grandniece.”

“And our granddaughter,” Dad and Papa said in unison.

Uncle Greg rolled his eyes at them, but he was unable to hide his pride and the love he felt for his abnormal family.

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This whole chapter is a journey of its own, but also part of a bigger one, which has been a joy to share with you all.

@calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @raina-at @helloliriels

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[the-guilty-writer]

Can I ask a garcia daughter where Derek and her have close relationship much like his and garlic, and just cute moments between them

I think this works better as headcanons so here you go!

Penelope had always wanted to do more to help children who had lost their parents as she had and she decided that becoming a foster mom would be the best thing she could do to help.

You were 10 years old and your parents had been victims on a case that the team was working.

It was a local case and you were brought in to be interviewed.

A social worker was supposed to be there to pick you up, but they were running late and the team had to spread out to different places so Garcia volunteered to watch you.

She brought you to her lair and shared all her fun fuzzy pens and figurines with you.

After a few hours the social worker finally showed up but you refused to leave Garcia's side.

"I'm actually a foster parent. I'd be happy to have her until she settles down." "Thank you. As soon as we find her a long-term placement I will let you know."

Garcia ended up being your long-term placement.

She adopted you not long after that.

Hotch gave her lots of time off so she could be home to help you adjust, but sometimes she had to bring you to work with her.

The team didn't mind one bit. they loved having you around.

Of course you liked all of them.

But it was no secret that Derek was your favorite.

He was the first person you always hugged when Garcia brought you to work.

If Garcia was busy you would sit on his lap while he went over files (telling you to close your eyes so you didn't see any crime scene photos of course).

And at the end of a long day when you were exhausted from running around the bullpen he would carry you to the car and be super careful not to wake you up.

At school some kids made fun of you for your parents being dead and only having a mom now and no dad.

When Penelope told him he was furious.

So for career day he went instead of Garcia and he pulled out all the stops- FBI kevlar vest, hand-to-hand demonstration, cool stories about catching bad guys (leaving out the not so kid friendly parts of course), etc.

And the kids stopped making fun of you because you obviously had the coolest uncle in the whole world plus he can arrest people, has handcuffs, and carries a gun.

He took you to the dad and daughter dance too.

When you get into a sport he coaches you.

As long as he isn't away on a case he would never miss a game/meet.

You always perform better when he's there beforehand to give you a peptalk.

He was halfway across the country right before championships and he knew he wasn't going to make it so he slipped away for five minutes to call you.

"I'm always with you, little baby girl. You can do this."

The photo of you holding up your champion trophy/metal sits on his desk.

Garcia is baby girl and you're little baby girl even if you get taller than her when you start to grow.

He got you guys tee shirts with your nicknames on them.

The older you got and the more you could understand things the more inside jokes you would have.

When you go on your first date Derek pulls the big scary FBI agent dad act and Garcia has to tell him to chill.

And when you have your first heartbreak he doesn't get angry and want revenge for you. He just holds you while you cry and tells you that it's going to be okay.

Penelope on the other hand absolutely makes that person's life a living hell for a few days by inconviniencing them online in anyway possible.

She may or may not have changed the passwords to all their social media accounts and signs them up for every spam email possible.

He helps move you into your dorm room/first apartment at college.

When it was time to leave he cried more than Penelope.

She had to be the driver home because he couldn't keep it together.

"my dear chocolate thunder, she's only a two hour drive away. She can visit on the weekends."

When you've been dating someone for a while and you bring them home you know Garcia will love them, but you really hope that Derek doesn't scare them off.

He doesn't.

A few years later when they want to propose they know they need his blessing too.

He cries when he walks you down the isle.

He cries during the dad daughter dance too.

"I don't care how old you get, you'll always be my little baby girl."

[sweetangelanon]

I've talked about William before in the new time line being kind to the kids he previously killed. That at first it would just be a boss being seemingly extra nice to random customers.

I feel like, given this is his second chance and he def believes in superstitions if any of the previous kids are friends with his kids or Henry's kids he'll find new ways to... metal in their lives (for what he assumes in the better.*) and give gifts or just talk with the parents. Which is honestly sickening because he so clearly remembers what it was like to watch these families fall apart. In the past he was there patting their shoulders, comforting them, speaking on how they would find who did this and bring them to justice. And here he is again a fresh clean slate. Worming himself into their lives again but for a whole other purpose. One of the thoughts I had was with Fritz where he needs eye surgery done or something and his parents can't afford it. But, you know who can? William Afton baby and he pays for that shit. And Fritz dad is so tearful, thankful to him, begging him to just let him pay William back. Will just smiles like a kindly God, resting his hand upon the other man's shoulder and telling him he couldn't even think of accepting the money. He's just happy to know Fritz is okay. He still has beef with Cassidy though because of the bullshit she put him through LMAO. Mixed with him wondering if he could nurture her hate/rage to make her his new protegee.

Thinking about Oz who recognizes these faces, is meeting these kids that he read about in newspapers back in his time. Sometimes looks at them and remembers the gory descriptors on a radio recording he found on youtube. Between blinks he only sees dead bodies standing in front of him before they seem normal again. I don't know if he could ever really be... friends with any of them. I just feel like he'd freak out to much in front of them to the point all of the kids in the MCI are like "this kid is super weird....." like GOD GOD YOU DON'T KNOWWW YOU DON'T KNOWWWW. I can't get into charlie, I mean i can but also that is even worse. Because we know he kills Mary Ann, makes it seem like she disappeared/ran off. Henry falls into a depressive state, William convinces this man to move in with him an his family WHICH WAS ONE OF HIS BIGGER PLANS FROM THE START. He wanted a reason to move house so that his family wasn't in the same house that their life went 'wrong' at. He wanted a clean slate, a fresh start. And Henry's like "but Will I- I can't impose like this I just-" and Will just puts a finger to his lips going "shhh shh it's okay henry," brushing back a bit of his hair while smiling going "what are friends for?" and henry cries while william is inwardly like yess tehehe the man i've been obsessed with for years lives under my ROOF NOW YIPPEEE HE'S MINE FOREVER!!!!!!!

Which means he can get his hands on charlie and sam.

He didn't get sammy before because after mary ann died in the first timeline and henry kinda lost his mind folks were like "yeah we just don't think u are fit for taking care of a kid' and handed him off to his aunt.... Which aunt idk man not sure if I want to give henry a sister like he had in the books.... will have to think about it. Anyway they all get a bigger house obviously and while Oz is like "thank god I don't have to share a bedroom with Evan anymore" he's also like "oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck" as there are now MORE people in the house and his autistic ass can NOT HANDLE CHANGE HE IS FREAKING THE FUCK OUTTTTTT. IT'S SO LOUD IN HERE HE'S SCREAMING FOR HELP HE'S BEGGING LET HIM OUTTTT. anyway yeah so like Henry basically becomes third parent. There's nothing romantic going on btw William's just obsessed with Henry and gay about it. This time around Amee is AWARE of these feelings since Will sat down and told her about how he felt/ that he was queer and it's a whole cry moment cuz he had never gotten around to really telling anyone back then about THE GAY THOUGHTS!!!!!! Henry sorta had an idea, the vibes you know but it was never openly discussed like it is in this new timeline. And she kisses him and tells him this doesn't change how she feels about him an that she still loves him to the moon and back an im gonna YARF over how sickly in love she is with him UGH.

Anyway this change brings upon the him nurturing the traits he sees as 'Henry's' in Charlie and Sammy so he can forget about Mary Ann ever being a thing. Everything is awful as the kids are unknowingly lead down a particular path that Will thinks is the right one for them and finds himself able to actally love them this time around. (I hate him!!!!!) Though during the process of trying to squish these two into his heart in the beginning if anything happened that didn't go to plan or he was annoyed he'd just close his eyes and think about how he murdered Charlie in the alleyway yikes.......... as a way to calm down..........

**When I was writing this out I had an example of an idea of what type of metaling he'd be doing. As we all know Fritz mom hates his ass rip. I'm thinking she's flat out cheating on her husband with another man because she hates the way her life is going and hates her 'defective' son. So yeah anyway William metaling and gives Fritz dad bread crumbs leading him on this hunt where in the end he finds out his wife has been cheating on him. So much upheaval happens because of it. William's like "well it's better like this she hated her kid anyway and was nothing but trouble I'm def making Fritz life better" and like yeah okay you have a point but also you do this in the meanest way possible dragging out this whole thing instead of just telling it to this man STRAIGHT. you could've come up with a lie that you saw her kissing some other dude while you where out BUT NOOOO NOOO HE JUST DRAGS IT OUT LIKE A LITTLE GAME AND IS GOING tehehe ur getting closer buddy!!!

[polyhexian]

Ive been wanting to know what you think about the possibility of alajasrius VERY FAR INTO THE FUTURE most likely if ever even possible, it took the aladarius ship 4 YEARS to be just hinted at becoming canon. Jasper is a very complicated character, he and Darius love eachother a lot but he also just HATES him he cant not, he ignored his baby for his whole life and only regretted it later on and after everything had gone down. All of his emotions are extremes. Alador and Darius have always just had a Thing, I could see Alador and Darius slowly getting closer and Als just wondering what the situationship with that jasper guy and darius is?? Their entire relationships just forever screwed and it just SUCKS for them! Everyones trying their very best (for Hunter of course)

Jasper needs a support system so badly, too, the most recent chapter was such a perfect example of that

god you know before i got to post canon eventually i was like "this is the one where im finally pulling the trigger on alajasrius" but ive now made darius and jasper so unbelievably obsessed with each other i forgot to even mention alador existing.

yeah i need to actually WRITE it but i have notes on it. luz took one look at hunter and said "my brother now" and i wanted to show thats a trait she picked up from her mother lol, camila takes one look at this fucking walking disaster and shes like "my brother now" or, well. friend, you know. its for the bit. but shes takes a distinct interest in "get out of your stupid cave and come to wine and soap opera night" vibes. i mean, hes her sons dad, and like, i think its hard for a parent not to sympathize on some level with him as a parent so fucking desperate to keep his baby safe. and like shes also been in a position where she lost luz, and she lost her because she failed to provide her a life she could live in. and she could have died because of it. and now luz is living with someone else, a new parent she found, because thats where shes happiest and healthiest and because she loves her she has to let her go live that life shes actually happy living. and SHE is parenting a kid now whose parent is in a similar position. he cant provide him a life where hes safe and happy so hes found a new parent. in another dimension, even. and again like. luz gets her overwhelming empathy from her mom. theres this guy here and hes suffering and sad and he has absolutely no one. she moved out here with her son and her husband and her husband died and she didnt know anyone in town and. she was just alone. she didnt have a support structure or friends or help. just a kid she grew farther and farther apart from. nobody was there for her then and shes damn well not going to watch someone go through something similar when shes right there and can do something about it.

also she doesnt really like darius either because of how he treated hunter in the past and shes not particularly a fan of the fact hunter lives there sometimes and she kinda thinks he should fuck off so they can complain about him together

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Your book sounds so cool!!!

AAAAAA, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It's called The Tale of the Evil Sorcerer/O Conto do Feiticeiro Maligno and it's free to read over Wattpad, but there isn't an english translation and I prob won't do that any time soon, as I'm going to rewrite it someday.

It's about an "evil" sorcerer who kidnapped a princess by accident, only to fall in love at first sight with the knight who came to save her. Things become worse when the princess figures out the sorcerer was never evil at all, but he's so bad at communication that he just let the rumors spread because it was easier than dealing with them, so she decides to strike a deal: She'll help him try to talk with the knight, who also happens to be her BFF, and in turn he will teach her how to be a sorcerer. And no, the knight has no idea what's going on, and he's also been indocrinated his whole life to beliefe that magic = SUPER BAD.

I love these three idiots so much. The sorcerer is called Meia-Noite (Midnight in english), princess is Valentyna, and the knight is Edgar. They share one (1) braincell and are all doomed by the narrative, except the story has a happy ending for everyone. The only villain who's not sympathetic is a transphobe named Joanne Atropa and she's english-coded. This is not a reference to an IRL transphobe/neonazi author, uh-uh, never! Infodump under the cut:

Meia-Noite is a gay disaster who lives in a fortress he found at age 13 in the middle of a jungle. Goth, anxious, and is actually a healer and not a shadow manipulator like the rumors say. He helps people if they get lost and need someone to treat their injuries because his duty as a healer is capable of overtaking his fear of strangers. He's tall with long dark hair but if the wind hits him a bit too hard he goes flying with it, the guy is a STICK.

Edgar is a bi knight who has trained his entire life to protect the girl he sees as a sister. He's autistic, albino and is REALLY serious about his duties as a knight (he's 17) to the point he forgot about everything else. Outside the harsh exterior he's actually a huge sweetie who loves photography and is super curious about magic, but feels super guilty and bad about it.

Valentyna is a lesbian princess who's a prodigy at almost everything she does, but her parents refuse to teach her light magic and she's desperate to help the people of her kingdom. This girl punched Meia the SECOND she was able to do so during the kidnapping, she may not know what she's doing but somehow she is winning the game. She cares so much about everyone around her! Also adopted an albino snake and named it Açúcar (Sugar) 15 seconds after finding her in the palace's gardens.

My girlfriend also wanted to say this:

[image id: "ALSO YOU NEED TO MENTION AÇÚCAR. lovely baby, has never done anything wrong, most important character". end image id]

Some other characters include:

Olhos de Fogo (Fire Eyes), a HUGE dumbass who's also a sorcerer. Pan king, ranked #1 arsonist over three different kingdoms, also ranked most handsome character by the readers (somehow!!!!! People love to thirst over him!) and has a "very gender" title given by me. Doomed by the narrative except unlike the trio he just accepts his fate because he's a huge loser. If this will end well for him or not it's something everyone has yet to see. My girlfriend has this to say about him:

[image id: "i love my terrible slutty son tho". end image id.]

Angélica, Meia's adopted sister, can see the future sometimes and is also a fashion enthusiasts. Use the people in the "fortress" she lives in as test subjects for her clothes, girlie is always tired and a bit terrified of the future ahead but trying her BEST to stay positive. And failing. I want to give her a special treatment in the rewrite because I think she deserves it.

Comandante (Commander), has this name because they're the commander of the non-binary nation. Accidentally misheard Meia-Noite and thought they were supposed to KIDNAP Valentyna instead of politely taking her over for a conversation about why her parents are incompetent at their jobs, now must be the parent friend to everyone. I love them so much, they're an icon to me.

Elisabeth, a princess from a rival kingdom who may or may not be Valentyna's crush. A bit more on the gothic side, had a pretty unusual childhood and her tweenhood was pretty hard. Tries her best to look eloquent and always knowing what to do, but really, REALLY wants to be a bit more loose. She and Tyna will have an enemies/rivals to lovers arc in the rewrite bc why not.

IT/THAT THING/ANYTHING/THE ???????????. A creature that's always watching. Also may be the guy that gave Meia half of his trauma.

The NARRADORA, AKA Narrator, the girl who's telling this story. It's her first big assignment and she LOOOVES saying her opinions about what is going on, much to her professor/adopted father's dismay.

THE NARRADOR, AKA Narrator but masc, is Narradora's older brother and a lot more kept-together than her, except it's all a facade for an equally chaotic creature. Loves gossip.

THE PROTAGONISTA, AKA Protagonist, who's ALSO another narrator. Super insecure because he's still training to be a storyteller, but he has his boyfriend (Narrador) and best friend (Narradora) to help.

THE LOCUTOR, who only appears to narrate like three times max. Older brother figure of the group, a huge cryptid who seems to be the coolest thing ever until you discover he stole an one-night-stand's head for funsies and is yet to give it back.

THE HOMEM VELHO, AKA Old Man, the professor of the group. Never makes a proper apparition but I want to mention him because he's a tired dad, someone PLEASE give him a break.

[canarias-stuff]

Phases of Love / Kuroo Tetsurou X Fem!Reader - Chapter 4

Summary:

One thing that Kenma hates more than people staring at him, is boredom.

He doesn’t like when his games are too easy or too predictable.

You aren’t like that. Never boring, never predictable.

Kuroo is the same, Kenma was sure of that when the older kid ran to his own house to bring back a volley ball.

Author's note:

Hello!!!

I'm sorry, it took me some time to write the chapter.^^'' But I hope that you enjoy it! This chapter will be from Kenma pov's, because...why not?^^

Tags: Romance; Eventual romance; Slow Burn; cross posted Ao3.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Elementary School (but from a different point of view)

Kenma knew you for his whole life. Not that he had lived long, he was just a seven year old kid, and you were just a year older.

Your houses were close and his mother was kind of best friends with your mother, so of course they wanted the two of you to be friends by the moment that you met as babies.

And really, as you grow up together, Kenma realized that instead of a friend, you were more like an older sister to him, always taking care of him, never leaving him behind while playing with your other friends. Sometimes you would even bring his favorite dessert, apple pie, so you could have a small chat and make him forget for a few minutes about his video games.

However you never really forced him to go out of his comfort zone, at least not enough to make him uncomfortable, you knew him well enough to not push boundaries, but you would always try to include him in whatever you were doing. It was good and bad, good, because Kenma felt like you wanted him to be there with you, and bad because you were a troublemaker and would include him in your crazy antics.

But Kenma wouldn’t really choose his video games over your company (not that you would ever hear that coming from his mouth anyway), you were his first friend and a sister figure, so yeah, he could try a little harder for you.

So, yes, when Kuroo arrived at the neighborhood and you told him to try to befriend the older boy, he decided to listen to you.

And he is glad that he did.

One thing that Kenma hates more than people staring at him, is boredom.

He doesn’t like when his games are too easy or too predictable.

You aren’t like that. Never boring, never predictable.

Kuroo is the same, Kenma was sure of that when the older kid ran to his own house to bring back a volley ball.

…

Kenma didn’t regret befriending you or Kuroo, both of you were nice and fun,…but well, he won’t lie, sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve not one, but two over-excited, too energetic and troublemakers of friends

Emphasis on troublemakers.

Thinking about it now, how many times have you all been scolded for coming home dirty from head to toes after playing volleyball by the riverbank or for getting lost after chasing a stray cat?

Sincerely? He lost count.

You and Kuroo were the older ones, a pair of 10 year old kids, so why Kenma himself was the one who had to scold you two everytime that you got lost?

Like now.

“We are lost…” Kenma started, staring at you and Kuroo, who were on your knees, foreheads on the floor in a dogeza pose. “...again.”

“We are sorry!” You and Kuroo answered in unison.

They were currently in a desert park, how was that possible Kenma wasn’t sure, after all, even if they live in the suburbs, it was still Tokyo, a place supposedly to have a lot of people wandering. So…that would mean that they were in a really secluded area, or they really got far away from their houses (maybe neighborhood), not that any of the options were good anyway.

Kenma couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped his lips. He was so tired already, but they needed to do something, they couldn’t actually stay there forever, and if possible he would like to go back home before one of their families realized that they weren’t coming back at the curfew time. His parents were the “Just be careful the next time” type, so Kenma wouldn’t be lectured so hard, Kuroo’s father and grandparents were probably okay as well, a “Don’t do it again” and that’s it…but (y/n)’s parents, no, your father was fine, but your mother…

The dark brown haired boy shivered at the thought.

For some reason, wherever you three get in trouble, not only you would be scolded by your mother, but also him and Kuroo. His parents, Kuroo’s father and grandparents, and your father would just stay behind with smiles on their faces, nodding their heads once in a while.

The once orange sky was giving space for a dark blue and purple, and soon the world would be pitch black with only the street lamps to light up the path. So what should he do?

Keep walking around was out of the question, but waiting for their parents to find them was also scary…should he ask for directions? But at who when there was no one but them there? Also, he once saw on the news that a kid got abducted by some crazy granny when they asked for directions…and his mother told him to not speak with strangers…

Kenma frowned.

“Ugh…what should we do…” He muttered.

“You think too much sometimes, Kenma.” Your voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Well, he is the brain after all.” Kuroo commented.

Suddenly Kenma felt his hands being held, you were holding his right hand, and Kuroo the left one, and before he could ask what was happening, they pulled him with smiles on their faces.

“Let’s go!” You said.

“Where to…?”

“Tetsu says that he remembers some paths that we took.” You explained. “So we just need to follow them back, right?”

“Well…maybe?”

“Don’t worry Kenma!” Tetsurou reassured. “We will get home soon!”

Kenma smiled.

“Okay.”

…

Here comes a spoiler.

They did find their way back, it just took them two hours and a lot of wrong turns here and there. By the time that they arrived at their houses, all their families were yelling their names on the streets.

This time each adult had a turn to scold them.

However if Kenma was asked if he regret befriending you and Kuroo, his answer didn’t change. Both of you were chaotic, too easily excited children, but both of you still held his hands during the scolding session.

It was warm and reassuring.

So no, he didn’t regret being yours and Kuroo’s friend.

…

Kenma was 10 (and the two of you 11) when he started to notice insignificant, but still, small changes in your and Kuroo’s behaviors. He wasn’t sure if the two of you were aware of the changes, even he wasn’t sure if he would have noticed if someone from their neighborhood volleyball teammate hadn’t voiced that comment.

“Isn’t (y/n)-chan cute?”

Kenma saw for the first time in a while Kuroo miss a receive.

It was Saturday and they were at the gym, training with the other children for an upcoming tournament against another neighborhood association. As always, you would tag along to play volleyball (to train and also to have some fun) with the other kids who were also there for the fun of practicing a sport instead of staying at their houses.

“And she plays well too.” Another boy said. “Her receives are good, she would be a good libero.”

“A cute libero.” The first boy said again.

Kenma flinched when he saw Kuroo receive a ball with his face.

“Are you okay, Tetsu?!” You yelled from the other side of the of the gym.

He groaned, helding a hand to his nose that just started to bleed.

“...Nice receive, Kuro.” Kenma said while crouching down beside the black haired boy, offering a tissue.

“Oh, shut up.” He muttered.

…

After that day, for some reason Kuroo started staring at you more than normal (and polite) people would do, and really, if someone started to stare at him like Kuroo was doing with you, Kenma was sure that he would be uncomfortable and running away by now.

“Do I have something on my face, Tetsu?” You asked, a frown on your face, clearly annoyed.

Kenma never saw someone’s cheeks going red so fast.

You three were doing homework at the Kuroo’s house, and the stare-thing was happening for a while now.

“N-no!” Kuroo denied so fast that you arched an eyebrow, not buying the answer.

“But you keep staring, and you’ve been doing it since our last train at the gym!” You accused, putting your pencil down. And really, Kenma wanted to clap his hands for you, because if you, of all people noticed, it was because Kuroo was doing a poor job.

“I-I’m n-not!”

“Creepy…” Kenma muttered.

“I heard that, Kenma!” Came Tetsurou’s protest.

“So?” You crossed your arms and waited.

Golden eyes shifted between you and Kuroo, waiting for a reaction, but neither of you seemed to give in. Another detail about you two was that both of you were pretty stubborn when you wanted to be. If you two were like that at the age of 11, he didn’t want to know how it would be some years from now.

“It’s nothing!” Kuroo insisted, face still red.

Kenma had a guess of what was actually happening.

“No one stares at other people because of nothing!” You rebutted.

“Well, I do!” Kuroo said without really thinking.

“So you admit that you were staring!”

“I wasn't staring at you, (y/n)!”

“But you jus-”

“I said that I stare at people without a reason, not that I was staring at you!” He cut her.

And isn’t it just getting irritating? Kenma couldn't help the thought, and before he could stop himself, he deadpanned:

“Someone said that you are cute last training.”

The room went silent for a second.

“...what?”

“Kenma!”

“That’s probably why he messed up the receive too…two times.”

“Hey! I just got distracted!”

“Yeah, by the ‘Isn’t (y/n)-chan cute’ or by the ‘a cute libero’ comment?” Where was his brain to mouth filter again?

Kuroo jumped on Kenma, trying to cover the younger boy’s mouth, and even if Kenma was battling the black haired boy, he couldn’t help but notice that your cheeks were pink, (e/c) eye wide, and that you went silent.

Oh.

That was an interesting reaction, one that he could use to tease you and Kuroo in the future, when the two of you were too annoying to deal with.

“So…you think I’m cute?” Kenma never saw you looking so embarrassed.

Kuroo stopped his attacks and turned his back to both of you, but even if his face was hidden the red tips of his ears were still visible.

“S-so what?” Kuroo muttered.

Oh, and wasn’t he sincere?

…

It wasn’t unusual that Kenma didn’t want to go to school, but today was worse than any other day.

Spring just started, it was still cold but the cherry blossoms were already in full bloom, and it also meant a new school year started, a school year where neither you or Kuroo would be attending the same school as him.

Being a year younger sucked sometimes.

He finished his breakfast and went upstairs to brush his teeth and get his bag, maybe he could feign a cold? But his parents already saw him up and well, so there was no way that they would buy it.

Kenma sighed while putting on his shoes.

He shouldn’t have complained so much about yours and Kuroo’s energetic presence every morning for the past years.

But as he opened the door to leave his house, his golden eyes stared at the two familiar figures talking with each other in their new school uniforms.

“Morning Kenma!” Came the unison greet.

“...morning…”

The surprise was probably showing on his face, because you smiled and Kuroo laughed.

“Why the surprise?” Kuroo asked in a teasing tone. “Our schools are still the same way.”

“No…it’s just that…” Just what? Kenma himself wasn’t sure, he knew that they would still be walking together, but… Oh… he was kind of feeling lonely now that you and Kuroo wouldn’t be there (almost) all the time, wasn't he? “Nevermind, we should be going.”

“Kenma! Look, look!” You said excited, twirling around to show your uniform. “The uniform is cute!”

He smiled and closed the door.

“It looks good on you.”

“See Tetsu!” You suddenly pointed a finger at the taller boy. “I told you that the uniform suits me!”

“Hey! I never said that it didn’t!” Kuroo said, defending himself.

“(y/n), he already thinks that you are cute, so it doesn't really matter what you wear.” Kenma deadpanned.

The two of you blushed, and Kenma couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips. He was in a different school, but it was good to know that he wasn’t alone after all.

“KENMA!”

Ao3 Link

[crosscalipso]

South Park Character Headcanons (Tweek + Craig)

Tell me if you want me to do more of these

Craig ★

• Transgender FTM (He/Him and It/Its Pronouns)

• Autistic

• Literally so gay, like, man has never liked a woman

• Peruvian + White, was darker as a kid but his skin got pale as a teen since he didn’t go outside much anymore

• Ayesha Erotica fan

• He’s chubby!!!

• In elementary school he’s the tallest boy, and second tallest kid overall behind Bebe, but once they hit high-school he’s mid-way between tall and short. Tweek is taller than him.

• Other than Guinea Pigs he really likes cats!

• Chronic pains in his back, hips and legs

• Wants to be an astronaut, ends up being a veterinarian

• Can’t draw to save his life, still draws silly pictures for Tweek

• Calls Tweek the dorkiest of pet-names like “Honey, Cupcake, Pookie” etc

• Love language is Physicalness and gift-giving

• Adopted

• Was four when he was adopted by Laura and Thomas

• Thomas gave him his hat when he first came home, and now he never takes it off

• Came out as trans at 7, started his social transition soon after

• Gets top surgery in his late 20’s

• Decides to not get bottom surgery

• had braces his entire childhood all the way till he was 20, his parents didn’t have the money to get them removed so he suffered, had to get them again at 25 but they still wouldn’t straighten.

• Crooked teeth for life

• tooth gap!!!

• Doesn’t smoke like the fanart shows, this kid would vape

• An utter dork, literally obsessed with Space his whole life

• Hyperfixations switch every 2-3 years

• Has a crooked nose, he broke it during the fight he had with Tweek when they were kids

• Can play the piano a little bit, he learned from Tweek

• Has a flat affect

• Picks up in Tweek’s vocalizations and makes them himself sometimes, not noticing where he got it from

• twitches his nose like a bunny

Tweek ★

• Gender-fluid (He/They/It pronouns)

• Identifies as Queer, has only ever had feelings for Craig

• White

• Autistic

• Pulls at his hair so much that he starts developing bald spots in middle school, Craig buys him a hat that looks like his own for him to wear when stressed

• Can’t button his shirt well due to shaky hands and disoriented vision, so Craig does it for him their entire lives

• Picks at his skin, eyelashes, eyebrows and finger nails, lots of scars and scratches

• Gets clean of his meth addiction at 19 after going to rehab as soon as highschool lets out

• Ends up owning a bakery

• Despite being clean he still lets out grunts and vocalizations at random times

• can play the piano exceptionally well

• Love language is words of affirmation and gift-giving

• Can speak English, Dutch, German and French

• Bakes things and does chores for Craig all the time, usually when he’s asleep and can’t protest

• Chubby!!! He gains weight after being clean and is very happy with his build

• Takes up boxing in middle school, helps get frustration out

• Feels terrible for breaking Craig’s nose, but finds the after affects cute nevertheless

• Wakes Craig up by peppering his face in kisses, Craig doesn’t oppose

• Uses “Dude, Man, bro” on Craig until they’re engaged, then he uses cuter nicknames like “Honey, Baby and Puppy”

• Had bad baby fever from 22 and onward, constantly wanting to have kids with Craig

• Has a collection of glued together Lego sets from his childhood, he keeps them down in the basement on a wooden table he built for them

• “Death metal soothes me to sleep!”

• one if his vocalizations is whistling and then making a *pop!* noise with his mouth

• Lost one of his incisors during his fight with Craig, got a fake one pretty quick, he wore the actual tooth on a necklace for a while

• They still have that tooth somewhere in their house

Silly Quotes I think they’d say

Craig : “The hat stays on during sex.”

———

Tweek : “Dude can I turn on some white noise, it helps me sleep.”

Craig : “Sure honey.”

Tweek : *Turns on Cannibal Corpse*

———

Craig, happily : “Honey I made you cupcakes!”

Tweek, chewing a cupcake that’s practically still batter : “They’re great honey.”

Craig, offering him another : “:]”

Tweek: *Bites into it and it’s rock hard.*

———

Tweek : “Craig you can’t keep eating candy all the time! It’ll rot your teeth.”

Craig : “So does coffee and meth.”

Tweek : “Touché, fucker.”

[midweastindigo]

i have covid and watched ella enchanted for the first time in years. here's how a buddie au can still win

buck isn't a people pleaser by choice - he just doesn't know it. his parents prayed and pleaded with doctors, nurses, with gods, and witches, and the universe itself, to save their eldest son daniel. and so the universe gave them evan buckley. he was able to save daniel, but it wasn't enough. daniel buckley still died. and as curses, or gifts, or forces of good versus evil, go, they went wrong. evan buckley's purpose was to save his brother and he was unable to fulfill that purpose so the buckleys wanted to give him back. but the goddess that gave them a second son does not go back on their gifts, so a deal was struck. how dare they question the motives of a force of nature? how dare they try and return such a perfect gift? they shall keep the child, and that child will listen to them. a pink mark on his face to forever haunt the buckleys of their choices, and.

a most obedient son, indeed.

now, evan wasn't told of this gift, or curse. the only other person who even knew about it at all was his older sister of 6 years, madeline. and she was never to utter a word to her baby brother, lest she be cursed with the same misfortune, or so the buckleys say.

so, evan cannot say no. children exploited it without knowing. teachers made an example out of him. evan's second home was the emergency room.

he leaves, but it is because he is told to 'get lost!' by his father. not because he chooses to escape his prison.

evan buckley is lost when he stumbles into the fire academy, and from the ashes comes buck. and robert nash sees this. when he fires him on the rooftop, bobby finally understands. 'it's like. i don't-bobby, wait. bobby, like i couldn't say no! i've never told anyone 'no' my entire life!'

bobby knows what it sounds like. buck is cursed.

bobby knows cursed people because he is one. in fact, he prides himself in recruiting people who are cursed, whether they know it or not. buck clearly does not.

'buck,' he says. 'i think you're cursed.'

'cursed? like in fairytales?'

'yeah but in real life. i'm not going to fire you, i think you belong on this team.'

'because i'm cursed.'

'precisely. everyone here is. i'll reintroduce you, c'mon.'

and so there are the introductions.

henrietta, cursed to never be on time by her ex who was never satisfied with how much time they spent together. 'sometimes they aren't so bad. the worst was when i was late to my wedding. karen damn nearly called it off!'

howard, cursed with always having love slip right through his fingertips, just out of reach. 'the one who cursed me said it could be broken with true love's kiss. seems i haven't found it yet.'

and bobby, cursed with knowing that everyone he loves will die by his hands. 'my in-laws did not think my punishment of living every day without my family was enough.'

'and me?'

'buck, we think you're cursed to obey.'

'no, all of this is just bullshit, you can't really think-'

'stop talking.' buck stops.

chim says, 'ooh, do the chicken dance!' hen hits him over the head as buck does what he's told.

'you can talk again.'

'- i'd actually believe.....'

the team agrees to never demand anything of buck, even captain's orders are phrased like a choice. buck learns to live with his curse, and is better off for it now he knows what it is.

until abby. abby never figured it out. so when she said 'stay at my place. keep it waiting for me.' she didn't know he would. that he'd have no choice. it took the power of the whole team commanding buck to come to the station for him to leave after four days. even longer, a 'call me' written on a note for buck to stop waiting for abby to come back.

he wanted her to come back, is the thing. he knows the difference between wanting and being forced, and he wanted, hoped, begged abby to return to him. but she didn't. 'no true love's kiss to break this one, huh, chim?'

and then bobby recruits eddie diaz: cursed to never lie.

he's found ways around it, though. fought hard against the gift given to him by a distant relative that thought it would do the diaz family some good. eddie's father taught him that skewing the truth did not equate to lying. and if there was a bit of truth within, eddie could get away with only a minor headache.

or a child and a marriage he was not prepared for.

so instead of having to share all his truths, eddie runs.

and he ran straight into the 118.

bobby, now curse-free thanks to his witch of a new wife, athena, sees eddie at the academy and recruits him. not because he's cursed, though, that's a bonus. eddie is a damn good firefighter. and his curse only aids in his abilities.

his bluntness is no match for buck.

and when he says, 'you can have my back any day,' he means it. it is not forced out of eddie just because it's the truth. and there is no skewing the fact that he will trust buck with his life again. over and over.

he doesn't yet realize how deep that statement shall run. eddie, not yet knowing of buck's curse, presents him with an option. a choice. not an order.

buck wants to have his back. there is no force behind it.

'or, you know, you could have mine.'

[p1nkc4tb0t]

OK GUYS IMMA GO ON A RANT ABT THE NOVEL UNWIND, OK? OK.

HOLY SHIT.

guys it was so fucking good i swear.

ok so yeah, warning spoilers n shit. yeah.

ok so i really like the concept of the whole Bill of Life thing, unwinding especially.

like holy smokes was it good.

OK SO IK ITS NOT THE MOST POPULAR NOVEL I DONT THINK SO FOR MY MOOTS WHO R SEEING THIS THIS IS THE GENERAL CONCEPT: since abortions r banned pretty much, ppl either “stork” unwanted children or “unwind” children when they became unwanted. like the story starts off abt three unwinds, being unwound for completely different reasons. Connor was like, a troublesome kid and his parents just didn’t want that so they signed the orders to get him unwound. i missed why Risa was unwound but im pretty sure the state house just didn’t have much room for her anymore(she got storked there i think. she really didn’t grab my attention at the beginning sadly). Lev came from a Christian family, and churches make everyone sacrifice one of their children for God by unwinding them second they turn 13, Lev being one of them(it’s considered an honor)

OK SO the concept of storking is that, the mother delivers a child, doesn’t want it, leaves it at some person’s doorstep and then it’s “finders keepers.” however if they are caught they have to take the kid back and legally obliged to keep it. same with the finders keepers situation, got storked and ain’t no one at ur doorstep? legally obliged to keep it like it or not. however Connor’s parents once got storked and passed it into the neighbors house, and the baby rotated for a week and back to their house, but already sick and dying. Connor then gets traumatized and further on in the book he’s so overridden with the memory that when a bitch got storked she yell at them (Connor abd Risa) to take it back even tho the kid wasn’t theirs.

the concept of unwinding is that legally between 13-18 your guardians can send you to a harvest camp where you’re taken apart and given these parts to those who need it. like for example: you got unwound, taken to a harvest camp, they take your hands and give it to a guy who lost his across the fucking continent. ppl literally stopped trying to cure things, just replaced faulty organs with healthy ones. and no one really knows what’s going on in those harvest camps. do they kill you off immediately or do they wait and wait for weeks on weeks to get to you while you never know when’s your last day.

SO ANYWAY

I really like Connor’s relationship with Hayden, and tbh if they would make them canonically in love i’d be the happiest person on this planet. but again that would cause even further complications w the plot so i get it ig. but at the same time i don’t. Connor never really struck me as a cishet dude even from the beginning of the story, and though him abd Risa r a very good pair i’d just kinda like it more if they paired him up with Hayden. cuz first of all it would add on to tge reason he got unwound in the first place. abd like, i want a gay protagonist in a horror book is that really too much to ask?

same thing with Lev and CyTy, tho i see them more as moirails. yk, homestuck. heheh. no bc they’re so caring for eachother it’s crazy. but again i don’t see them in a romantic relationship, i just rlly like their dynamic. live laugh love how Lev was willing to go through with CyTy’s shit and vice versa.

Hayden and CyTy gotta b my fab characters frfr. anyway so CyTy’s name is actually Cyrus, but he has an eighth of a brain of a kid who got unwound and his name was Tyler. so like, he sometimes does things that Tyler would do but himself won’t, leading them to Tyler’s parents’ house and it actually made me tear up.

ALSO RISA IS AN EMO GINGER. NOT DEBATABLE. I DO NOT CARE IF IT CAN NEVER B CANON, I LIVE FOR EMO GINGER RISA.

GUYS THIS BOOK IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL GO READ IT

i NEED to make a Homestuck Unwind AU

(imma just tag 4 moots i think would find this interesting @hiddencattoes @kovuspams @r3z1l1c1ous @imgoingtoeatyourfirstbornchild sorry guys this felt necessary)

[siriusfelis]

Black Raisin stuff from ?my own personal canon? Ok so basically most of these have been sitting in my drafts for. Since the beginning of the year. Might as well post em cause I should actually talk about my ideas sometimes

Readmore cause long post

-Her beloved crow’s name is Oatmeal. He has one leg and she rehabilitated him. She magically is physically connected to him therefore he lives as long as she does. (Explained further below)

-She cannot actually see out of her left eye- the one that glows. It’s connected to Oatmeal’s vision so she can see through him. It’s the results of a magic-spell-gone-haywire (it was done in a desperate hurry and PV was probably quite rusty w/ his powers). It was done by Pure Vanilla Healer in an attempt to heal the injuries and save her eye. It didn’t really work as planned but now she has cool crow vision and can see better in the dark. She can’t control Oatmeal, just see through his pov but I mean. He listens to her so it works. Usually.

-Her arm was injured in the same battle where she lost her eye. It was later amputated because the infection of the wounds almost killed her. Despite everyone begging her to, she could not and would never allow herself to rest because she was the sole protector of the village.

-After her father died, she, alone, took on his role as the village protector. Her parents were Blackcurrant (father) and Pinot Noir (mother, who died in the war when Raisin was a baby). (There’s more to add here but idk how to articulate my thoughts on her parents yet). She had a hard time feeling like she could live up to him because she held him on such a high pedestal, so she pretty much worked herself and threw herself into battle until she was almost dead on many occasions.

-Black Raisin comes across as very distant and cold but she is genuinely an extremely caring, social, tactful (and very anxious) person when you aren’t a stranger. It’s hard for her to express that, because she’s had to have a tough unbreakable demeanor for most of her life. Once everyone moves into the Vanilla Kingdom and she can begin to put her guard down, this begins to show more and more. She cares and loves so strongly.

-Sometimes, she physically feels unable to rest or sleep on her own because she’s always had to stay on high alert. If she’s awake, she used to use this time to patrol the kingdom all night. As time went on and she felt safer in the Kingdom, she began to spend this time with other people instead. (Pure Vanilla and Espresso both sleep surprisingly little. And of course Red Velvet when he’s around eventually, his ass can’t sleep either. Strawberry Crepe gets forced to go to bed lol).

-She’s so proud of the Crows Nest Inn lol she loves that thing she spends like 70% of her time there just shooting the shit with people.

Also I think she gets into culinary stuff due to starting up the Inn. :] she enjoys cooking for people.

-oh yeah and she can understand crow language very well. Not in a literal “I can speak crow,” way she’s just worked with them and they’ve kept her safe basically her whole life and she perfectly understands their mannerisms. Also fun fact: crows have the intelligence equivalent to 7 year old humans and can mimic human speech (+ understand what the words mean). And she has an army of them that she brings literally everywhere. You cannot have Black Raisin without at LEAST 10 accompanying crows (and 40 more outside. Usually not her fault they just follow her everywhere and she’s definitely not gonna shoo them away).

-Her favorite weather is a cool cloudy day or partly sunny with a cool breeze. She doesn’t like the rain all that much, and she also doesn’t particularly like when it’s super hot. Her favorite season is Spring (particularly mid-late spring when everything is blooming but it’s not too hot).

(I’ll probably come back n add more I’m losing steam) I just love her so much and she always occupies my thoughts. Black Raisin my everything

[greatunironic]

Hi! So, maybe someone already asked you about this, im not sure, but I was reading The most remarkable thing once again, and it got me thinking, having in mind too your latest series Eating in the underworld, and I guess The other hand knocking too, in a way, but, like, you write a lot about grief, and loss. Or, like, it seems like is a common theme on your writting, and makes me wonder, is it a conscious decision? Why do you choose to write about that? it's just because as a writer, you like to explore the entire spectrum of human emotions, or there are more personal reasons? No need to answer that if it's too personal! Im just curious, thats all

It's kind of a risky emotion to write about, if you think about it, because anyone would usually associate it with pure, unfiltered angst, but somehow you manage to write about grief and make it feel healing, if that makes any sense? and it's so easy to relate to it, like Steve missing Hopp even before he's gone on Remarkable, or the way Steve's absence changes Robin and Dustin on Underworld, and the loss of innocence and missed chances on The other hand. It's like, you write about life, real life, but you never make it feel hopeless, or too much. it's just, i dont know. As I said, it's healing, in a way Anyway! It's perfectly okay if you dont want to answer this on public, i was just curious. In any case, I will see you on the comment section of your next fic! take care of yourself!

apologies for this getting lost in the inbox shuffle, but here's a (hopefully semi-coherent) answer for you!! (gonna put it under a cut tho because we might get a touch heavy)

part of it is because i do find it interesting, and the whole of human experience interesting; and grief is something that's there but never quite talked about, you know? we kind of sweep it and death under the rug even though it's something that we are all going to have to face at some point, in some way.

and i've talked before about how i have a lot of experience with cancer in my life (specifically with my partner and parents as survivors, with other family members lost to the disease), and i think a lot of my writing circling back to grief is because of that — especially my partner's, because i was relatively young for my mother's cancer + my father's was quite early and very contained, but my partner's second cancer i sat with them as they were diagnosed and attended chemo and had to sort of wrap my mind around this being a part of our lives going forward.

so writing about grief kind of became something i wanted to explore because it was this weird part of my life.

however more specifically to the story of "remarkable" — about six months before i started writing it, i unexpectedly lost my cat, who i'd raised from a baby, who predated my relationship with my partner, who kept me sane during grad school, who traveled across america with me twice — who was, for better or worse, in my heart, my son and the great love of my life. he was orange, and he was an asshole, and he was perfect, and he was eleven, and i had to make the decision to end his suffering when he experienced a massive stroke that left him almost entirely paralyzed.

i could barely write, after it happened. couldn't do a lot of things, actually. but writing "remarkable" was coming out of that fog, and finding joy again, if that makes sense. it was a way for me to tell myself that i was going to be okay, when i was ready, and that i would be okay in the future too. it wouldn't be great and it wouldn't be perfect, and i would never be the same person i was before, but i could be okay again.

(and i am! i still cry sometimes when i think about him but we're also starting to visit shelters and talk about adopting so!!)