#The other reason i know is my brother brings up things during my teenage years that i just /Do Not Remember/. Which startles me bc i didnt

[iamthepulta]

Sometimes I really want to think about religious trauma, but that's the theme of New Braemar and we've only played one session so there's nothing to think about. And I didn't include religious themes in Ellenville because it's not important to me/I don't know what I don't know.

Despite that I still have a lingering 'I know this really fucked me up and I should unpack it' feeling combined with a 'I've mostly healed from it, but by actively erasing everything that hurts from my mind'.

[sourpatchys]

You write Daryl so good, do you have anything you could feed my tiny baby brain? I crave nourishment, please and thank you

I do have something I haven’t posted here, it’s Daryl and reader in highschool together lmao. It isn’t the best, so I apologize in advance!!

Warnings: none!

A/n: If you’d like to see more pre-apocalyptic Daryl learning how to love, then just let me know because I’m down to write a whole saga

Guidelines masterlist Daryl!masterlist

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School was never really Daryl's thing. He'd be there one day, and be gone the next.

Sometimes he'd go weeks without showing up.

No one really bothered to look for him, maybe he'd get a flash of concern from a teacher or two but it was a grimy high school full of troublemakers— tons of people didn't show up for every kind of reason.

That's just how it was.

At least— that's how it was until you showed up.

It'd been a day just like any other— apart from the fact Daryl had actually decided to show up that day, his backpack hanging by a thread over his shoulder as he slumped through the halls.

He could hear vague teenage gossip and love stories being whispered among friends as they started to part ways— loud giggles bouncing around the echoed halls, breaking off into smaller and smaller groups as the bell got closer to ringing.

He walked alone, Merle had dropped out right before his senior year, opting to move a few towns away, leaving the younger brother on his own.

And Daryl wasn't exactly good at making friends, so his lonesome nature stayed just as it was, fighting off anyone who even dared look in his direction.

Walking into home room, something was off.

The atmosphere was almost lighter, and the room itself seemed brighter in comparison.

There was a group of people surrounding his desk, poking and prodding at something unseen.

He could hear laughter, and he could see the questioning looks everyone was making toward the object in question.

What the fuck was on his desk? And why the hell was everyone so amazed by it?

He wasn't one to bring booze to school, he had all of his hunting knives packed and secured at home— and he would've known if he'd left a pack of cigarettes behind.

So what the fuck?

As if god himself had heard his questioning thoughts— the bell finally rang, leading to everyone slipping away, leaving sideways glances towards whatever had peaked their interest.

And then he saw you.

As it turns out, his classmates weren't infatuated with something he had left in his desk— they were infatuated with the person sitting next to it.

That bullshit hadn't been about him at all.

For some reason— that pissed him off.

He had half a mind to turn around and leave, but he stayed. As pissed as he was, he'd come to school on his own accord— and if nothing else he was a stubborn bastard.

Scoffing at little, he marched over to his desk, flipping in his chair— his bag banging against tile floor with a loud thump.

He could tell you were side-eyeing him as the teacher pulled up her schedule for the day, greeting the class in a silent, yet stern, voice with pointed eyes in his direction.

He didn't really care.

And he continued not to care for the next two weeks.

He didn't care that you had 6 out of 8 classes together.

He definitely didn't care that you sat next to him in half of them.

And he'd be fucked if you were the reason he started to actually show up.

He did whatever he wanted to do. He didn't care about you.

But then you stopped showing up.

Three days had gone by without you there.

And suddenly he cared a little bit.

Well— he didn't care. He was just curious. That's what he told himself.

And that's what he continued to tell himself as he mustered around during his free period— completely unable to pay attention to anything without your stupid music humming out of your earbuds.

He was just curious. Nothing more. Nothing less.

So what if he snooped around to figure out where you lived? And so what if he walked himself over there after school after another day without you.

He did whatever he wanted to do. He didn't need a reason. He was a fucking Dixon.

It was on his way anyways. (It really wasn't)

He stalked up to the house, it's dirty white exterior showing it's age. He found it a bit odd— because as far as he knew you'd only been around for a few weeks— yet the dirty white siding told a much different story.

Walking around the house he saw an open window, it's chipped panels making way to showcase a room with painfully bright blue walls.

It was the same blue hue you wore on your nails every day.

Not that he paid attention to stupid shit like that.

And now that he was here he wasn't really sure what to do.

He could just leave— but then that would mean he came all this way for nothing.

And Daryl Dixon was not a quitter.

Sighing, he grabbed onto an old banister that held up a portion of the roof, climbing his way to the top through all the disgusting unkept cobwebs and dust no one had bothered to brush away.

Pulling himself on the roof, he crawled his way over to your bedroom window— taking a peek inside.

He saw you laying there, hands on your stomach, staring at the ceiling. None of your shitty music was playing, just a quiet hum of silence circling through the air.

It looked like you'd been crying— part of him wondered why.

Before he could even stop himself, he was yelling at you.

"Hey!"

He'd never seen someone jump so badly. It was honestly pretty funny.

The puffiness of your cheeks and the redness of your eyes fully in view as you stared him down, questioning his presence.

"Daryl?"

He'd never actually heard you say his name before. He didn't like the way it made his ears burn.

"Where ya' been?"

He could tell you were confused by his sudden appearance— your nose was scrunched up, and he swore he could see a faint smile ticking your lips.

"What are you doing at my window?"

Letting out a chuckle, he adjusted himself so he could point an accusatory finger in your direction.

"I asked you first."

You turned your head away from him, sucking in a breath.

You didn't want to answer, and for some reason he didn’t want to push.

A quiet understanding stood between the two of you.

"Wanna get outta here?"

You looked at him again, your eyes still full of unanswered questions— Daryl wasn't sure if he could answer them.

"Yeah, let's go."

__

Graduation was bittersweet.

Daryl had managed to keep his grades up.

But he wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to walk a stage.

Turns out neither were you.

"I would've loved to see you in a gown Mr.Dixon"

He hated when you called him that, but with the chill air on his skin and the sunset just peeking over the horizon— he decided he didn't mind so much— just for today.

"Shut up."

After that first night, you'd become inseparable.

Daryl really wasn't sure why.

But he couldn't say he minded.

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 2

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"I hate my kids."

"What?" I laugh.

"I hate them, Val. They all are so… so… annoying."

"You've only been with them for three hours, Emma."

"Enough to know that I hate them" she sighs. "What about yours?"

"They seem lovely so far. We've been playing some games to get to know each other and they all were really into it."

"Lucky bitch."

"Hello, girls" says Beth, the headmistress of our school,  as we walk into the staffroom. "How's the day been so far?"

"Good, good" I say, stopping Emma before she says something she shouldn't.

"That's wonderful" Beth smiles. "Oh, Valeria, this came for you earlier" she says, giving me a big bouquet of flowers.

"These are for me?"

"Yep. And there is a note too."

"Why hadn't you told me you have a secret admirer?" Emma says.

"Because I don't" I reply, opening the note.

Hope you've had a good first day and that you don't need these flowers to cheer you up, just to remind you of how cute I am. -P

"P? Who is P?"

"Just a friend" I quickly say, hiding the note.

"He must be a special one. Look at that smile and the colour of your cheeks" Beth chuckles.

"We just met, it's nothing serious."

"But if he is already sending you flowers, that's because he likes you. Luis, why have you never sent me flowers?" 

"What?" Beth's husband says, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. One where Pedri is on the cover, a big smile on his face while joking with Gavi during training. 

"You've never gotten me flowers on my first day of work."

"What is the point? We've been working together since we got married" he shrugs, hiding once again behind his newspaper.

"See what I have to deal with?" she sighs. "Your boy is a keeper."

"I agree" Emma says. "And if he has a brother or something…"

"I'll let you know" I chuckle, my eyes fixed on the newspaper, on that smile I've gotten to see almost daily for the past couple of weeks. 

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Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful.

You're welcome 😊 

But wait, why are you texting me? Shouldn't you be in class?

I am, but they are busy painting, they aren't paying attention.

Naughty, naughty 😜 

Are they good kids?

They are. I am really lucky this year.

But I am your favourite kid, am I not? 😇

I thought I had upgraded you to young man 🤔

Is that still standing?

It is. Thanks to the flowers you've earned yourself to keep that status 😜

Thanks to being cute, you mean

Yeah, that too

Do you give your kids a sticker or something if they behave or get good grades?

I do, yes. Had to buy some Barça ones and 🤢

🙄 

But I think I also deserve something 

You get to keep your status Also have I told you yet how stupid you look on your profile pic? 😂

Always so nice, Val 🙄 

I look cute, which is what I am, and the reason why I think I deserve a kiss

Are you free this afternoon to give me the one from today?

Not really. Still have to prepare some things for next week.

What if I stop by your house?

That needy are you for a kiss? 😂

You can't even imagine 😩

Then ask one of the many teenagers who slide into your dms 🤷‍♀️

But I don't want their kisses. 

I want YOURS

I'm busy

C'mon, Val. You know like them too 😏

I can't today, I'm busy

It'll be just a kiss

No

A teeny tiny one 🥺

We don't do that type of kisses and you know it 😂

We don't, no 😏 

But c'mon 🥺 

No

And if I buy you one of the cookies we ate the other day on our way back from the beach?

🤔…

Is that a yes? 👀

It's a maybe. Let me think about it

Yes! 💃🏻

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"Hello."

"Hi."

"Aren't you going to ask me to come in?"

"You came here for a kiss, didn't you?" I say. "You don't need to come inside for that."

"What if your neighbours see us?" Pedri asks.

"They aren't home right now."

"Are you sure?"

"I am. Did you bring me the cookie?"

"I did" he says, showing me the small paper box. "But my kiss goes first."

"Fine" I say, giving him a peck.

"That isn't a kiss."

"It is."

"Not for us. I deserve one of our kisses, I got you flowers and a cookie, remember?"

"Ok, fine" I say again, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You are so needy, Pedri." 

"As if you didn't enjoy it" he smirks. "Kiss?"

"Shut up" I say, kissing him like he wanted me to while he hugs me against him, leaving no space between our bodies. 

"Someone is coming" I whisper against his lips when I hear the lift.

"What?"

"Inside, now" I say, pushing him in.

"Careful, Val! What if I get injured?"

"Not sorry. Last time you were out Barça played like shit, so" I shrug. "Can I get my cookie now?"

"You have a really nice place" he says, completely ignoring me.

"Thank you. My cookie?"

"Which one is your room?"

"Pedri…"

"This one?" 

"Can I please get my cookie?" I insist.

"Nah, this isn't yours. This one, on the other hand…" he says as he walks in.

"Hey!" I say, following him.

"Nice bed. Very comfortable."

"Get up from there."

"Why? Haven't you thought about me laying here?" he smirks.

"I haven't. Now get up."

"Liar."

"Pedri, get up from my bed."

"No."

"You asked for it" I say, grabbing him by the ankle and trying to move him, but he is way heavier than he looks.

"You are gonna end up hurting yourself" he chuckles.

"Then move!"

"No" he says, quickly sitting up and grabbing me by the waist, making me lay down with him.

"What are you doing?" I protest.

"Cuddling" he says with an innocent smile.

"I don't want to cuddle. I want my cookie and for you to leave. I have work to do."

"All that can wait" he says, moving us so we are spooning.

"Pedri…"

"That's my name, yes" he says while kissing my neck, the feeling making me shudder.

"You have to leave."

"No" he whispers, kissing my neck again as his hand moves under my t-shirt.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"Pe…" But I can't keep talking, the feeling of his thumb over my nipple and his lips on my neck making me moan.

"Were saying?" he chuckles against my skin. 

"I… want…"

"Yes?" he says, kissing me and moving his thumb once again. 

"I want you to leave."

"No, you don't."

"I… I do. Leave."

"That's not what you want and you know it" he whispers in my ear while still moving his thumb, my hips unconsciously moving against him. "Tell me what you really want."

"I… I want…"

"Yes?" he whispers.

"I… I want you" I say, finally giving up.

"Didn't you want the cookie?" he teases me.

"No" I say, turning to face him. "I want you, Pedri. Now. Here. Naked and all over me, on me, inside me. I want you. All of you."

"Thought you would never ask, Valeria" he smiles before kissing me. 

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"Val?" Silvia says, knocking on the door. "Val, are you awake?"

"Kind of" I grunt.

"You left your phone in the living room and your alarm has been going off for a while. If you don't get up you are going to be late for work."

"Just five more minutes."

"Ok… I'll be back in five minutes" she sighs. "Don't fall asleep again."

"I won't" I yawn.

"You are definitely falling asleep again" someone chuckles next to me before kissing my neck.

"Fuck!" I scream, sitting up on the bed.

"Or maybe not" Pedri laughs.

"What… What are you doing here?"

"That wasn't the first thing I expected to hear when I woke up today" he laughs again.

"What?" 

"I expected to wake up to something like good morning, handsome while we cuddled for a bit."

"Not happening" I say, leaving the bed.

"Next time then."

"There won't be a next time, Pedri" I say while looking for my underwear among all the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Ha!" 

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I don't believe a word you just said. And neither do you, to be honest."

"It won't happen again" I insist. 

"Sure, Val. Sure. And they are here, by the way."

"What?" 

"Your knickers" he says, nodding to his left. "I know because I threw them there. They are really cute, I like them."

"Shut up" I say, quickly picking them up and putting them on. "What time is it?" I ask while looking for something else to throw on.

"8:05."

"Fuck."

"What time do the classes start?"

"9:30."

"Then you still have time for some cuddles" he says.

"No, I don't. Because yesterday I should have washed my hair, and now I have to do that today. And shower. I'm all sticky."

"We had a good workout yesterday, didn't we? Or a few workouts" he smirks, putting an arm behind his head, his biceps popping. Focus, Valeria. Focus.

"Whatever" I say, managing to look away. 

"Why don't you come back here?"

"I've told you I can't! I have to shower, and get ready, and then it's Friday today, which means that there will be more traffic and the tube will be packed, and I'll probably be late. And it's all your fault."

"Mine? Why?"

"Do you seriously have to ask?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"It's not my fault I'm irresistible."

"Irre… whatever. I'm going to shower" I say after finally finding something to wear.

"Do you want compa… Ok, ok" he laughs after I give him my most murderous look. "But that t-shirt you are wearing is mine."

"Not anymore" I smile before leaving my room. 

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"Why are you still here?" I say, walking into the kitchen after finishing getting ready.

"Val, manners!" Silvia scolds me.

"Why are you still here, Pedri?" I repeat, completely ignoring her.

"One, because I don't have a t-shirt and I can't go outside half naked, and two, because your lovely flatmate invited me to have breakfast with her."

"You did?"

"I couldn't let him leave on an empty stomach after all the exercise he did yesterday. He is a professional athlete but he also is human, you know?" Silvia says while sipping from her cup and trying to hide her smile. 

"Urgh" I groan.

"Where are you going now?"

"To find your t-shirt so you can finally leave!"

"And your breakfast?" Silvia asks.

"I'm not hungry!"

"But Val, you can't leave on an empty stomach either! You need to recharge your energy!" 

"I'm fine" I say when I'm back, throwing the t-shirt at Pedri's face. "And now you can leave."

"I'm not leaving until you eat something" he says.

"You two are so annoying."

"We just care about you. Don't we, P?" 

"We do."

"P?" I laugh. "Since when are you bffs?"

"Since we've been chatting a bit and getting to know each other. And I've also seen him shirtless and heard him while practicing a very intimate activity, something I didn't ask for despite wanting it to happen, but oh well. At least you guys had fun."

"We did" he smirks. 

"Well, if you aren't leaving, I am."

"Oh, c'mon Val" Silvia says. "Don't be like that."

"I can't be late on my second day of work."

"You can't and you shouldn't. But wait" Pedri says, quickly leaving the kitchen.

"Where is he going now?"

"I don't know" Silvia shrugs.

"Here" he says when he comes back.

"My cookie?" I chuckle.

"You didn't get to eat it yesterday. It may not taste as good, but at least you will be eating something."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" he smiles. "Can I get a goodbye kiss?"

"A kiss is what got us into this mess, so no, you can't. Goodbye."

"Ok, fine" he sighs. "I'll text you later."

"I won't reply" I say, opening the door.

"That's what you always say, and then…" Pedri smirks, his smile being the last thing I see before I leave. 

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Were you late for work?

Nope

Thought you weren't going to reply to my texts 🤔

🙄

🥰 

What are your plans for the weekend?

Work

Boring

Not for me

I'm alone in the house this weekend

And? Are you scared? 😂

I actually am, yes. Will you come and make me company? 🥺 

Pass

I could show you around the neighborhood. And the weather still is nice, we could swim in the pool. And while I'm at training you can work. And then on Sunday you could come watch me play, it's the first game of the season. 

I'm not setting a foot on the Camp Nou 🤢

🙄🙄 

C'mon, Val. It'll be fun. A weekend just for you and I, getting to know each other. 

And you don't have to cheer for me. You can boo me if you want

That's what I'll probably do, yes. But from my sofa

Please, Valeria 🥺 

I would like to have you there

The game is at 9, I have to work on Monday

I'll drive you home after the game and then leave, I promise. 

No

Please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Fine 🙄  I'll think about it

I'll pick you up at 8 😊

Wait, what? I didn't say yes

When you say you'll think about it you always mean yes 🤷🏻‍♂️

I don't

Yes, you do 😊 

Pack some comfy clothes and something nice for the game. The pyjamas and the bikini are optional 😏

🙄

See you at 8! 🥰

[halfmoth-halfman]

do you have any headcannons about designer dress you can disclose? every now and then i create some of my own, but it's great finding out about the "official" ones, like why did you choose canary as mc's moniker? are we going to find out more about laswell and price? maybe gaz's mom? she seems important... what about farah's relationship with john? and some tidbits as well, like why blue? why valeria's "day job" is fashion designer? sorry the questionnaire, any piece would be great! i'm just in awe with the whole ambience you've created. much love! xx

oh i’ve got plenty of headcanons. some i won’t go into too much detail about because it would dipping into spoiler territory, but here ya go:

gaz was a big momma's boy as a kid, and when she died so soon after his father it left him with a lot of big, confusing feelings for an 8-9 year old

he was angry at price for a long time after his parents' deaths and it wasn't until well into his teenage years that he started warming up to price

farah was adopted after gaz, when her parents were killed during price's and the 141's first go around with makarov when they were both building their "empires" (we'll go more into that in the next few chapters)

gaz and farah took to each other easily, often finding comfort in their similar struggles and complicated feelings for price

price does everything he can to help gaz and farah remember their parents, mostly out of respect and love for them and their parents, but also due to that quiet guilt that he's the reason their parents are gone

gaz goes back on forth on calling price dad, but always refers to farah as his sister

farah does not call price dad, it’s always either old man or price

farah does think of gaz as a brother, but can’t bring herself to actually call him that because it makes her think of hadir

farah and gaz are best friends through and through tho

price cannot visit their parents' graves with them, he doesn't feel he has a right to, and if he goes with one of them he’ll wait in the car until they’re done to go to the grave himself

price has talked about canary to gaz’s dad’s grave

i hc price's favorite color as blue in general, hence all the blue he puts his women in

there is a difference between the blues when he gets canary a dress vs when valeria makes her one

valeria's come in various shades of blue while price's are always the same shade of blue as his eyes

he is absolutely doing it as a way to mark his territory

graves loves his women in gold and jewels and designer, it's a way to show off his wealth and status and how much he spoils them

it's all part of a carefully put together show to make himself look good

makarov does not give a fuck about any of that

his women are on display as a way to taunt and tempt his enemies because they know better than to touch what's his and he drapes them in blood-colored fabric as warning

price had a playboy phase after his (amicable) divorce from kate and it only got worse when gaz’s parents died

he never loved or really cared for any of his significant others, knowing most were just after his money, status, or bragging rights - they used him and he used them as a stress relief

when gaz moved in to the manor, he tried a few short-lived relationships that never lasted more than a few months

he stopped completely when farah moved in

price tried dating once or twice when gaz and farah were older and things were more stable but it was never anything serious until canary

price has never been in love until canary

price, nik, and gaz's dad were bffs with farah's dad joining later, and nik loves gaz and farah like his own

at one point, shepherd was included in that little group

alex and farah had a romcom-esque meet-cute at a 141 gala where alex was a guest of kate's

alex fell first, farah fell harder

price, and the rest of the 141, are good friends with kate's wife, but they don't see her often since she's not involved in their business

kate tries to keep her wife separate from that side of her life for her own safety

roach, könig, and horangi live in a three-bedroom apartment because the third bedroom was originally ghost's

outside of soap, ghost is probably closest to roach and sees him as a younger brother

no one except ghost knows how old roach is, he changes the answer every time someone asks him

roach was not born mute, it happened during a bar fight where he shielded ghost from someone with a broken bottle

ale/val/rudy have known each other since they were kids

rudy always had feelings for alejandro but never said anything, content to be friends

alejandro and valeria dated first, they broke up when valeria and alejandro disagreed with how to run the vaqueros

alejandro and rudy started dating in that time, but rudy broke up with him when valeria came back and rudy felt like alejandro wasn't over her

it was a lot of drama and feelings being shoved down that culminated in one night of drinking, arguing about emotions, and eventually a threesome

the three have been together ever since

alejandro and rudy do not necessarily approve of what valeria does with her own business - she takes a very jason todd approach to it all (aka "you can't stop crime, but you can control it") - but she does get positive results so the arguments are few and far between

rudy is a doctor first and foremost, but he's always enjoyed cooking (something something cutting into meat the same way he'd cut into a body something something) and it was his own suggestion for him to be the club chef

valeria never intended to do fashion design, but she enjoys the finer things and has specific tastes for how she wants to look

since every tailor/designer she had hired eventually ended up disappointing her, she took up the job herself

running a club was nik's idea, and it took him a few months and a lot of badgering to convince price to go along with it

price agreed only because 13-year-old gaz mumbled that "it'd be kinda cool" one night at dinner

the singer position at the club was made specifically for farah because she found comfort singing songs her mother used to sing to her and hadir when they were little

on special occasions, soap will take over at the bar and alex will get on stage and play guitar alongside farah as she sings

soap was gaz’s friend that he introduced to the club and he became fast friends with everyone

eventually price hired him after recognizing how smart and perceptive soap was

soap is in his position for a reason, the guests are more than happy to ogle the handsome server with too many buttons undone and not notice that he's watching them back with a far sharper eye

soap and ghost were supposed to be a one-time thing meant for stress relief but ghost caught feelings and kept coming back

it took ghost ages to admit he cared for soap and when the realization hit, it scared the hell out of him but roach convinced him to talk it out with soap

soap is the only person ghost would ever disobey price for, but he would never admit that

alex gushes to gaz about farah nonstop and talks about how he knew he was going to marry her the moment they met

gaz was happy for them, but he never really got it...until he met tabby

nik sometimes gets too drunk and reminisces about his wife back home

no one knows if he actually has a wife, or where “back home” is, his stories are all the same, but the little details change every time

könig and horangi were together before they joined the 141, and könig moved in with roach and ghost completely unaware that they worked for price

the 141 refers to kortac as "könig's people" because it's a far more complicated system of contacts and connections that would take a week to describe

ghost’s entire spine pops when he gets out of bed in the morning, and it freaks soap out

roach was a track star in highschool

price has the highest kill count in the 141, soap and valeria have a not-so-friendly competition going for second place

canary got her nickname from her father

graves did have romantic feelings for canary at one point, but that quickly got overshadowed by his want for adler to recognize and approve of him

adler only approved canary and graves’s marriage because canary asked him to - the contract was his one condition for that approval

russell adler died two days after canary and graves got married

graves only has two preferences when it comes to his women: rich & powerful

price cares about his people, but it borders on a possessiveness that he keeps very well hidden

price has built a very strict set of rules about who his people kill and how far they can and cannot go

he will end business relationships if someone steps out of line

valeria has come close on several occasions

makarov does not care - he will kill men, women, children, old, young, pregnant, etc. blood is blood, it doesn't matter who it comes from

that’s not say price wouldn’t do what needs to be done to protect his people

price cares about family above all else, and he will go scorched earth on anyone who would dare to threaten or hurt them

[teeth-cable]

Im the CSA victim from UniformedArtists blog and I agree with you 1000% dropping everything Vivziepop.

Like I only watch Helluva even after the shit she's done to see how far it would sink but jesus christ.

You know her just saying the counselor is 18-19 isn't fucking good enough because the show says a different thing.

Like before people bring up the argument counselors can be adults... Most TV shows in media actually have minor counselors and we know Vivziepop doesn't research shit about hell or actual royalty so why the fuck am I supposed to believe Adam or her researched counselor age ranges.

Also nobody should have a twitter to figure out if you did or didn't make a grooming subplot.

You know in Curse of Strahd there's a controversial character Gertruda who 50 (500) year old Strahd is implied to planning take as another bride because of where you find her and in the book it states she's recently a teenager. However as much as I hate this plot line due to trauma I understand why it was added because WOTC portrays Strahd as a piece of shit. Like his goal is to chase down the reincarnation of his brother's fiance throughout time until he catches her, makes her a vampire and possibly brainwash/assault her to make her love him. Strahd is meant to be a gross creep. I as a DM and many other age Gertruda up to 18 because we don't want a pedo plot line and it keeps the predatory nature of Strahd intact.

Barbie seems to be portrayed in a significantly more positive light and her grooming behavior is never called out as a bad thing. Like Moxxie should say something at god damn least since he has morals.

There are so many things wrong with the EP. What gets me is writing has multiple stages, first the person needs to come up with the EP pitch, get the directer or network's approval, finish the first draft, then revisit it for grammar mistakes and continuity, then revise it a few more times for a stronger script, and send it to the directer or network again to approve of filming the finish script and that's not even counting how long animation takes too. So during the process of writing to animating, did no one at SpindleHorse see how weird and problematic the script was? The camp for pre-teens is called, "IWannaKumMore"(Their logo being a cum splat), Millie and Moxxie's human backstories of being siblings then making out at the end was unnecessary because they could have just been good friends whose mothers sent them to the same camp, Moxxie this grown ass adult who pretending to be a pre-teen is acting sexual and wants the kids attention, Millie who everyone else thinks is a young boy is getting sent nudes from kids and adults, and Barbie saying how easy teenagers are to manipulate then flash her ass to a boy is implying she grooms kids.

To be clear, I don't have a problem when a dark comedy make these types of jokes as all as they portray the topics and groomers as bad and show they understand that. SpindleHorse did not, like you mentioned they portrayed Barbie in the positive light and Moxxie never calls out her behavior despite being the voice of reason. In fact the tone of the Barbie's scene was supposed to funny but not in a dark ironic way. I don't understand why the camp couldn't be for college students and the consolers are stated and look like actual adults. Everything about the canon camp is childish and filled with teenagers, it's very uncomfortable to see them in sexual situations. In America the youngest a camp counselor can be is 15 y/o but that changes from states to states so no body has a clue, also with the camp counselor having a pitch voice, Barbie referring to him as kid and teenager and him, not once trying to correct her about his actual age, I'm convinced he was kid but Viv had to age him up for damage control.

I'm sorry if this response is all over the place because I'm having trouble describing my thoughts but the writers are in their 30s, and they saw nothing wrong? The writing for HB has been going down for a while now and it was fun to see how the writing could get worse but never in my years of watching awful shows did the writing get so bad, the writers had to resort to terrible jokes about sexualizing teenagers, making an incest joke, and a minor getting groomed unironically. I can't support a person or company that are fine making content like that.

"Unhappy Teenagers" was the first time, I have watched a show and felt a sinking feeling in my gut so much so it still lingers even a day later. I never felt so sick from watching a show and I'm sorry writers and companies think making this type of content and jokes of your trauma and abused experience is okay to do.

[damallarky]

Ok. So I got my Rook’s backstory planned out guys.

His name is Renan. He’s a Mage and a traveling musician who busks in and around Minrathous. Rook is his stage name.

He is the brother of my canon Inquisitor, Aisling Lavellan. There are five siblings in total. Ren is the oldest, and Aisling is the middle child.

His surname isn’t Lavellan, though. Gotta see what the names are in DA:V.

More under the cut!

His father was a former circle mage and his mother was a Dalish hunter.

Morag, Ren’s father, was part of a team of four mages given special permission from their circle to study ancient elven ruins to “further enhance Chantry understanding of Thedas and its history.” Jokes on them because the four Templars that were assigned to babysit the group were all mage sympathizers (one was in a relationship with one of the mages in the group, one had a mage sister who he cared about deeply, the youngest Templar was a good friend of Morag's and the last one just didn't care lol) so they basically let him get married and have kids while he was still technically doing what he set out to do.

The family traveled a lot from ruin to ruin. At some point, the group is called back to return to the Circle, but everyone decides to lie and say Morag "died" so he can stay with his family.

The good times don't last, though. Eventually, word gets out that there is an apostate running around, and Templars are sent to bring Morag back. During the process, their parents are killed, and the kids get separated, with Ren being caught by slavers and sold to Tevinter and the rest of his siblings being adopted into Clan Lavellan.

(Consequently, the reason Aisling begged to go to the conclave was because she was hoping she’d find Ren there, not realizing he never made it to a circle.)

Ren spends four years as a slave. His master's wife notices that he has a lovely singing voice and a talent for music, so she teaches him how to play the lute, harp, harpsichord, flute, and anything else she wants him to. He enjoys it because he loves music, but he knows that he is basically being kept as a pet to show off when the mood strikes.

(This is also when he meets the spirit Hope, who ends up taking the form of a Rook. She is also the inspiration behind Ren's stage name.)

At seventeen, he had a clandestine affair with his master's daughter, who was the same age as him. I think they were friends, and they cared about each other, but their relationship was more about teenage lust and Ren's cockiness than anything else. There was also maybe a little bit of a power imbalance that Ren doesn't really consider until much, much later in life. When his master's wife finds out, she is furious and orders Ren whipped within an inch of his life. He probably would have died had the daughter not begged her father to intervene. Ren is sent off to work with the rest of the household slaves. The other slaves were delighted to learn that the golden boy wasn't so golden after all, and they made his life hell.

Nine months later, Ren is summoned by his master. He learns that he has gotten his master's daughter pregnant. On her request, Ren is given his freedom on the condition that he takes the child (a boy) and never speaks a word of it to anyone.

He accepts and leaves a free man. He names his son Morag, Mor for short, after his father.

Except now he's a kid with a kid, with no money and nowhere to go in a country that actively treats his people like chattel. He's scared, and as a result, he does many things he is not proud of, things that he ends up regretting later in life, like drinking heavily and not being as good of a father to Mor as he should have been.

To support himself and his son, Ren becomes a musician and plays at bars and brothels, wherever he can get work. While busking, he meets an elven woman named Leena. Their relationship is difficult at first, but eventually, Ren decides to get his shit together, and the two eventually fall in love.

They get married, and after a while, they have their daughter, Esana. At some point, they both join the Shadow Dragons. During a mission, Leena is badly wounded and later dies of an infection. This almost causes Ren to fall off the bandwagon and back into his addiction. He, through great effort, manages to stop himself for the sake of his children who need him. The withdrawals were horrible, and it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, but he did it because he loves his kids so much, and he wants to be a good father to them.

This is why he only drinks water, juice, or wine occasionally.

He still works for the Shadow Dragons, and now his son is beginning to work for them, too, despite the fact that Ren would rather he not put himself in danger.

More Facts

Ren is either 36 or 38, depending on how long it's been since Inquisition.

That would make Mor either 19 or 21.

Whatever the case, Esana is 13.

Mor is a mage like both of his parents. He fights more like a rogue, however. Veil ranger perhaps?

Esana's magic hasn't awakened (yet) but recently she has been having nightmares of monsters wanting her to "let them in".

Ren is a Dreamer like his father! He finds the Fade slightly annoying.

Mor was originally going to be revealed later in my Rook's story, which is why he didn't show up in my Rook's prologue fic.

Ren uses humor so he doesn't have to think about his emotions. It drives Hope nuts.

Hope is the GOAT of the bunch. Mor probably wouldn't have survived to young adulthood had it not been for Hope.

Hope is still relatively new to the whole "not being an actual spirit" thing. Like Cole, she still feels fairly compelled to provide hope to those who need it. Except now, she also eats mice and steals shiny things.

Esana unfortunately inherited her father's lack of self-preservation.

Esana and Mor are close despite their age difference. Mor is the best big brother.

Ren and Solas are going to drive each other insane. Especially once it's revealed just who the Inquisitor is. Ren and Solas will eventually find they have a lot in common and will both help each other heal in the end.

Idk where it will go in the actual game, but for now, I'm deciding that Ren and Solas will become very dear to one another. Bestie-in-Laws.

The family sitcom is called My Brother-in-Law the Dread Wolf.

Ren is very jealous of Solas's Dread Wolf form. Solas delights in this fact.

I also do not know who Ren is going to romance. I have never struggled so hard to make that choice.

[maria-slice]

It was so hard for me to articulate this so I'm sorry if I make no sense.

I completely agree with Murasaki having some disdain for Ichiya. Like, from his perspective, Squid Squad broke up because of the fight between Ichiya and Ikkan. And Ichiya, to me, is kind of a hard headed person who isn’t good at apologizing to people (Beika, Ikkan) and I think that he sort of stayed that way up to the point where he starts talking to Namida and Murasaki again. I also think that he hasn’t spoken to Murasaki specifically for the entire duration of Splatoon 2 to add insult to injury. (I think he spoke to Namida infrequently during that era because I picture them as ride or die besties, and Murasaki isn’t on that wavelength for multiple meta/personal reasons😓)

 In contrast, Murasaki changes a lot during the 5 years they don’t see each other at all. In my headcanon he was still a kid during Squid Squad, and even adults change a lot over several years. Imagine talking to someone you haven’t seen since they were a younger teenager. So like, Ichiya would still approach him as if he’s the exact same person, and he ends up patronizing him unintentionally because Murasaki was like his little brother. He was like this punk-ass kid who had a lot of potential but zero support so he invited him to his friend's shitty band even though he doesn’t fit the naming scheme at all. So, in Ichiya’s head there is no reason for Murasaki to be mad at him because he kinda gave him everything! “Why would Murasaki be mad at me? He loves me!” And he’s right because he did love him, he worshiped him! He was the coolest person he’s ever met because he was way cooler than Murasaki himself. But Ichiya (and Ikkan I guess) also took away all of those things. Because yeah, Murasaki was the drummer for the most popular band to ever hit Inkopolitan history, but he stopped being that drummer when Ikkan and Ichiya had a spat all by themselves and left him and Namida in the dark. So yeah, I think that would kind of breed resentment in him. I don’t think he truly hates him, but it’s really complicated xd. I don’t think Murasaki would know how to bring this up to him so, It would sort of bubble up inside of him until he breaks and they’ll be forced to talk about everything. But it would get better eventually 😊

Anyways, sorry if this is too much. I like to be mean to my favorite characters (Murasaki is my number one splatband character and Ichiya is definitely in the top five) but I understand not a lot of people are comfortable with that. 

Unrelated but happy you mentioned his "😒" face because I love drawing him like that. It’s like when a dog sighs really loudly like what do you have to be mad about? Sorry for writing a fucking thesis lolz.

I shouldn’t be giving background characters (even worse than background characters honestly) this much attention but that’s what over a year of hyperfixation does to you. Have a nice day/night/afternoon.

ANON HOLY SHI- Please tell me who you are, following you is A ESSENTIAL NEED!! Don’t apologize for this beauty of a ramble! I really wish I had the words to describe how much I love this because you deserve all of them!! Everything is just so correct!

“Sorry for writing a fucking thesis” my ass. WRITE MORE PLEASE!!!

[faintvibes]

Your ninjago oc's seem interesting.

And I'd like to know more about your oc's that knew the Spinjitzu family.

Can you please tell me more about them?

Thanks for being interested! I'd be happy to do so :)

I should clarify that not all the three are my ocs- the middle and left figures are intended to be Garmadon and Wu (respectively) during their teenage years. Apologies if that wasn't clear!

The girl on the right is Menodora, their sister. In my AU, FSM's experiences growing up amidst the war between the dragons and oni made him wary about recreating that divide. Therefore, when it became clear that Garmadon only wielded destruction, and not both abilities, he sought to not only create two more children instead of just one, so that there would never again be the risk of creation and destruction put at odds without something standing between them to prevent war. To his relief, Menodora didn't come to wield either the essences of Creation or Destruction, but instead an entirely separate power: she can manipulate fibres of any kind (plant or animal). This fit into her father's narratives quite well. Her role as the only daughter (in The Past) made this seem to fit even more. Ultimately, though, this only led to a false sense of security.

So, while her brothers were meant to embody the two most powerful abilities to exist, and were increasingly considered powerful ninja in their own rights, she wasn't given the opportunity to shine in the same way. Instead, because of her role as the middle ground, she was seen as the most average/the least exceptional. They were allowed to define themselves, to go on adventures, to learn Spinjitzu and to become characters in their own lives. Menodora, in comparison, was only ever allowed to be defined by the men in her life. She was expected to pacify Wu or Garmadon when they were upset, keep the Monastery clean and tidy, and fit the model of a noblewoman of her time. She had strict lessons going over the Monastery's archives, and learning the art of healing, but she'd be punished for ever picking up a sword, or attempting to form her hands into a fist. Her brothers were given free reign to travel across the continent, but she wasn't allowed to leave their home without an escort. She was taught to use her powers to sew, but forbidden from utlising them to protect herself or others. While all the siblings struggled under their father for different reasons, Menodora's struggles were particularly invisible to her brothers, creating a rift between her and them. Where Wu and Garmadon more-or-less experienced their struggles side-by-side, Menodora was always alone, unable to voice her feelings. As a result, her brothers never had reason to think that she was unhappy.

The art depicts them as teenagers, when they each are reckoning with their roles and destinies. Wu is largely satisfied with himself, Garmadon is being crushed by the pressure of being his father's eldest son (and thus presumed heir) while also knowing he will one day betray everything his family stands for, while Menodora is growing more and more disillusioned with the roles she is forced to play, unable to pursue her own personhood.

This came to a head shortly after their father's death. (Or, at least, shortly after they knew for sure he was gone for good, since Wu not knowing the sight of his tomb seems like a pretty clear indication that he didn't give much warning to his children.) Despite their respective issues with their father, this was of course a devastating, and entirely unprecedented, revelation for all three. It did, however, bring them a freedom that they hadn't had before. Menodora, therefore, assumed that she for once had the opportunity to do all the things that she'd been prohibited from all her life. So she mentioned the idea of going on an adventure of her own quite casually, perhaps a couple weeks later. Not as a definitive plan, but as something she definitely wanted to get started on planning. Rather than be supportive, however, her brothers saw this as abandoning the duties their father had left to them. After all, in their eyes, she had always taken to caring for the Monastery while they were away. Such a sudden divergence from what they knew of her struck them as a betrayal. Similarly, their reactions struck her as a betrayal, and so they got into a massive argument which led to her just straight-up leaving the Monastery.

This is the last time her brothers saw her. They never knew what happened to her (however, after Morro, it certainly continued to haunt Wu). Over time, with age and experience, they came to better understand her point of view, and regret the argument. However, without any knowledge of where she was, or if she were even still alive, they didn't have much hope of reconciliation. She became something of a faded memory, and they don't often speak of her. Lloyd does actually know of her existence, though only due to an off-handed remark from his father in s4, when they were walking through the rainforest together. Otherwise, she simply hasn't come up.

She did survive, though, and has been on an unending adventure traversing Ninjago ever since storming off. She went through a hard learning curve experiencing life outside of the bubble in which she was raised, however she came to thrive as a nomad. Over the centuries, she established many friendships and family bonds, even finding her own love and having a daughter named Mareva. (Her husband died more than 600 years ago, having a substantially shorter lifespan.) Though Menodora's feelings of hurt and betrayal would too soften with age and wisdom, as she came to see her brothers' perspectives more clearly, she remained afraid to return, in case they would remain steadfast in their stances or attempt to restrict her freedom. Her opinion wouldn't change until the Merge happened, splitting up her family circle. She recognised the event as something her biological family must be involved in, and its effects were the last straw. Of course, upon her arrival, she found that she'd waited too long, and both her brothers were unaccounted for.

And that nearly catches us up to the present! I'd rather not detail the points beyond her return to the Monastery (which happens between the two halves of season 1) for the moment, but if there's anything else you'd be curious to hear in more detail, I have no problems expanding on it :)

[another-trans-puppygirl]

I have been out for 4 years and never gave myself the space to express myself properly so i am making it for myself today

(first vent post so apologies for messiness lol)

tw// r*pe, transphobia, parental trauma, not sure what else but idk its heavy for me so just heads up

since i came out my life has changed insurmountably and it has all been terribly overwhelming. ive never really been one to use social media aside from horrifically embarrassing teenage shitposting, so ive just sort of let it all mount up and carried it around. i have a couple of transmasc house mates who i am terribly grateful for and consider them to be family but it has ultimately been terribly lonely not being aroud or talking to other transfems.

i will almost definitely talk about it in more detail on here at some point, but to keep things simple for now, i had very little control over how i came out to my family. it just sort of got revealed to my mum who insisted that my dad and brother (who didn't live with me, messy divorce) would never accept me and otherwise she was very unreactive initially. she feigned support whilst keeping it a secret from everyone in our immediate family but told lots of her friends for about 3 months but had expressed very negative views of trans women before so it felt very false to me. in january 2021 she decided she didnt support my "decision", as well as shouting at me for not telling her i had been r*ped and blamed everything on my dad. i didnt feel safe in her house anymore, so even though it was the middle of a covid-19 lockdown in the uk i had to take all of my belongings with me across almost the whole of england to get myself back to my uni campus. it was easily the worst day of my life and the hardest thing i ever had to do and i havent spoken to her since. i broke my collar bone as a young teenager and carrying all my stuff like that has made it hurt all the time, and i find it so hard not to think about it all whenever the pain is really bad. i was at university for animation, something i had always wanted to do my entire life. i could not bring myself to go to classes for the entire year so i deferred to the next. then i still couldnt bring myself to come in for most of the year. for some reason they didnt kick me out despite my attendance so i tried again the second year, and it went better but i was still really disappointed in myself. in my third year, things got complicated. i started to try really hard and believe i might be getting somewhere. i was the only person in my whole course that was doing traditional animation, my course was advertised as supporting traditional animation but i was not given a tutor so i was totally alone to try and fit my assignments to my limited skillset and resources. i had some ideas for projects i was really passionate about and started to develop and then it happened again and i got overwhelmed and decided i really couldnt do it anymore so i stopped going entirely. during this time i have also wrestled with the fact that i knew deep down that i am a lesbian. recently i have given up fighting it and have accepted that i am a lesbian, i think being on estrogen for one month as of today has played a big part in that, as it has rekindled my emotions and i just cannot fight that feeling anymore. but it has also brought on a terrible loneliness that i think i was suppressing beforehand too, and it has just made me feel incredibly lost. i am really happy somewhere in there about it, but it is overshadowed by a terrible sadness that i have let myself hide away this whole time. it has filled my heart to the brim with love and i feel like i have nowhere to put it and i just want to scream. i have been so scared to say any of this anywhere to anyone for fear of burdening people but i cant keep it inside anymore so i want to shout about it here because i have nowhere else to do it. so if youre reading this i am sorry for taking your time, just know it means the world that anyone even knows any of this and that bending your hypothetical ear will hopefully ease the load even if just for a moment.

[hopelessromantic5]

I become emotionally attached to these drafts like they’re my children.

Letting them go is always hard for some reason.

Anyway this is a Starchaser post-Hogwarts snippet. Harry is a teenager and James feels like he’s failing every time he tries to comfort his son.

James needs a hug.

Good thing Regulus is on his way back to London.

Thanks for reading. ❤️

James was raising Harry, alone.

After he and Lily decided it wasn’t working anymore, if it had ever worked at all, she moved to Scotland, to be closer to Hogwarts, teaching potions.

When the teenage rage began, Lily wasn’t there.

He could forgive a missed Easter, only a quick pop in on Thanksgiving. Even that one Christmas when Harry was seven, and she firecalled at the last minute explaining that she wouldn’t be able to make it, work was piled up from the end of term.

And at the time, Harry only nodded and asked his mother to visit when she got the chance. She, of course, agreed.

When James needed her most, he was alone. (Minus his discussions with Sirius and Remus, of course. When Harry was in a mood they wouldn’t come near the house, for their own sakes. ‘With all the love in my heart, of course, he’s my godson. Hes just an angsty teenager.’)

It didn’t help that Harry so starkly reminded James of someone that had only existed in his memories for years.

Harry’s mannerisms, his cold shoulder, the completely blank stare he was able to produce, all with Lily’s eyes. It was unnerving at times, frustrating at others. But mostly, it truly sunk in how much James missed him.

They hadn’t spoken since Harry was four. He came for Christmas with Sirius and Remus, as he had every year before. But whatever he saw that night made him decide to never came back.

Never another Christmas after that, never another haphazard owl asking after James and Harry. James noticed he never mentioned Lily in those letters, but he didn’t know what it meant.

And Sirius never mentioned him.

What would James look like bringing that up to him? Obviously they still spoke, if Padfoot were on the outs with his brother, everyone would know.

Harry was fifteen and home for Christmas when James almost caved and wrote to him, until he found out he wouldn’t have to.

His son had been practically mute since James greeted him at the station.

“Hi, stranger.” The proud father greeted with a grin. “How was it?” As his son approached, he could see that the proverbial walls had already been put up, and nothing from the outside world was getting them down.

“I see.” Is all James said to Harry’s vacant shrug. He moved to take Harry’s bag. “I’ll carry this, we’re taking the port-key home.”

Another nod.

Finally, they arrived in the sprawling front yard of the manor.

After finding their balance, and readjusting jostled clothing, neither of them moved to enter.

James was the one to speak into the silence.

“Does it have anything to do with your mother?” He asked, gently, thinking they may have had a row during the term.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. As Harry just gave him an incredulous look, nearly identical to one he’d seen before, and huffed off into the house. Slamming the front door.

Great. He thought. I’ve really screwed it up now.

Sirius shows up in the floo, two hours later, with Moony in tow. Harry had been locked in his bedroom since they arrived.

James hadn’t heard a peep.

When Sirius stepped through he had a bright boisterous smile.

“Alright, where’s my godson?!” His voice echoed through the manor.

James, rubbing his temples, begging the stress-induced headache to leave him, could only point upwards.

Not two seconds later a door was swung open at hyper speed, then slammed closed.

Quick footsteps made haste on the stairs, and then the boy appeared.

James couldn’t help but sigh in relief. No one could blame a father for worrying when Harry locked himself in his room the way he did.

The sullenness was momentarily put to the side when Harry’s eyes landed on Sirius.

“Padfoot!” Harry beamed.

He raced across the room and tackled Sirius in a hug.

“Godric, you’ve grown a foot and a half since I last saw you.” Sirius always did this. James couldn’t take it away from him when it brought his best friend so much joy to pester.

Harry rolled his eyes in good nature, still smiling.

“You saw me three months ago.” His attention turned to tall figure, leaned on the wall, allowing them space for their moment. He really was the best of them.

Harry seemed surprised to see Remus.

“Alright, Moony? I thought you might be resting.” Ah, James thought, there’s a moon tomorrow night. He’d nearly forgotten.

“I’m fine, Harry. No need to worry.” Remus gave him a reassuring smile, before settling into the cushioned chair by the fire place.

Sirius always looked at Remus with hearts in his eyes. But he seemed to remember very quickly that Harry was standing beside him.

“So…tell me. How’s school? They treating you alright? Cause if not, you know I can find my way in, one way or another.”

James piped up for the first time.

“I think you’re just looking for any excuse to go crawling around our old haunts.” He shook his head chuckling.

Sirius waved him off, still focused on Harry.

Who blanked his face and said,

“I’d rather not talk about school, at the minute.”

Sirius was well-versed. He took it in stride, distracting Harry with anything he could.

“Alright. Do you wanna see the really cool toy Remus brought me from his job?”

“It’s not a toy, Sirius.” Remus sighed. “It’s a heartbeat sensor.”

Sirius ignored him also, which James and Remus share a very affectionate look about. Sirius had loved Harry from the second he laid eyes on him.

“Muggles use when it when they question criminals, to tell when they’re lying.” Sirius whispered conspiratorially.

“I want to see it.” Harry’s eyes were alight with curiosity. James knew that whatever he asked, he’d give him without a second thought. Because he was his son, and he loved him above everything in this world. He wished in that second, for his son to remain so unburdened and happy.

“Jamesy, can my godson come visit for a few hours so I can show him the cool thingamajig?”

James rolled his eyes but smiled at them, with his arms crossed.

“I suppose.” Sirius and Harry celebrated, quietly.

“But have him home before dinner, please.”

“Of course.” Sirius smiled at him, then seemed to remember, “Oh, I have something I need to discuss with you later.”

James’ eyebrows pulled together.

“What is it?”

“We’ll talk when I deliver Harry back home.”

His voice was sober and decidedly not joking.

So James just nodded.

“Alright. You boy’s be careful out there.”

Harry went first. Then Sirius. Then, tiredly, Remus, who smiled sadly at him before he left.

Almost like he knew. Maybe he did. Maybe it could only be known and seen by another soul tortured with loving one of the Black brother’s in secret. Remus knew, because he was James, all the way back in third year. A love slowly, silently growing underneath his robes, taking over every inch of him. Vines crawling right over his heart, encasing it forever.

After Harry returned and went directly back to his bedroom, though with a small smile on his face, Sirius wasted no time.

The three of them settled down with tea in their mugs, and Sirius blurted out.

“Reggie is on his way back.”

James had to fight not to choke on the hot sip he’d just taken.

Had he gone somewhere? Why was he coming back now? Why did he leave? Why did he stop coming? James’ head was spinning with too many questions and absolutely no answers. His mouth was dry.

Oh Godric. Was the room spinning? He thought the room might by spinning? Was he blacking out?

No. Unfortunately, he was very much conscious for this.

“James? Did you hear me?” Sirius asked, raising his voice.

“Yes, I heard you, don’t shout.” James almost flinched. He was already over-sensitive, overstimulated. Just like he knew he would be, when this inevitably occurred.

It was sixth year all over again.

“Well?” Sirius’ eyes watched him.

James flicked his eyes to Remus in a silent plea for help. Remus simply sipped his tea, watching him with curiosity.

What a friend, he was.

“I’m happy, Sirius. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him.” James settled on.

Good, it was true. He was obscenely happy. Just not in the way Sirius might assume, should he be so, outwardly. Of course, he wouldn’t know how to express what’s happening on the inside, other than, perhaps, spontaneous combustion.

“Where was he?”

“I never told you?” Sirius asked incredulously. James shook his head.

No, Sirius never told him, because James never asked. It hurt too much.

“He was in France. He followed Pandora, years ago, when she went over for some divinations thing they have over there. He would write to me, every once in a blue moon.” Sirius smiled softly. “It sounded like he really loved it there. I think he had fun.”

James couldn’t help but mirror his smile. The thought of Regulus actually out there, living a life, having a good time. Laughing and eating good food. Drinking old wine.

James could see it very plainly, and it was a sight out of a dream.

And if anyone deserved it, it was Regulus.

Sirius spoke and interrupted his daydreaming.

“I actually invited him to come with me to Christmas dinner. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

The response came without thought.

“Of course I don’t mind, Pads. He was always welcome.” Before he could overthink it the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I don’t know why he ever stopped coming.”

The silence afterwards was deafening.

James couldn’t look at Sirius, deciding to stare at the wood of the kitchen table, hoping it would give him answers.

Remus spoke first.

“Maybe you should ask him.”

“I can’t do that. I won’t risk him leaving and never coming back again.” James said, taking a gulp of his now cooled, tea.

“I’ll ask him, then.” Sirius said with a smile on his face that said trouble. It said meddling in places he didn’t belong.

James and Remus simultaneously said,

“No.”

“Let’s just leave it for now.” James offered. “It’s a lot different than the last time he was here. Harry is older. It’s not as…loud as it used to be.”

He would never say what he secretly hoped was the case. Even to himself, because secretly hoping that’s the case means owning up to his years of fuck ups and detrimental miscalculations.

He wasn’t ready for that quite yet.

“Speaking of Harry, do you think we should give him a heads up?” Remus questioned allowed.

“Probably.” Sirius nodded. “I don’t know how much he remembers from…before.”

“I’ll do it.” James blurted on instinct.

They both widened their eyes as if they hadn’t expected it. As if James wouldn’t want to be the one to talk to his son.

He understood why they would think as much. James avoids the topic of Regulus Black like the plague, because he knows he cannot control his expressions to save his life. He knows the misery and the heartache will be written into the lines of his eyes. He should know, he sees them every morning staring back at him in the mirror.

Thankfully, neither of them voiced their surprise, eventually they nodded.

Now James just had to figure out what he was going to say. How did he explain Regulus Black to a boy who probably doesn’t remember him?

[chaotic-nick]

Collector's item || Miche Zacharias x reader

Here's another fic for my 400 follower milestone fic specials with the theme '[Un]learning' where my favourite life lessons are used for in fics.

Plot: eleven years ago you confessed your heart out to Miche in a poem. Eleven years later, he's reminded of how valuable it is to him.

Lesson learnt: the puppy love you show someone sticks with them in a different way and van mean something bigger.

+ note: This is how I told my ex I liked him. I wonder where all the stuff I wrote for him went. So it's a very personal fic 🥲

++ did you know that Miche's English dub actor is the same as Kishibe's [I just had to add this in the fic]

+++ what do we think about the pictures in the stories 😗👉👈

— 11th Grade

The winter’s harsh winds hitting their faces and her eyes that she refused to blinked wasn’t the reason why (Y/n) looked like she was about to cry. Staring up at Miche as the weight of her bag dug both her shoulders and the tote bag heavy with economics textbooks while she waited for Miche to finish her confession poem brought on a screen of tears.

He lowered the ruled papers she tore out from her notebook, the one where she wrote all of her fanfiction in during class, with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, “Really?” Miche’s bushy eyebrows rose and his hand combed his hair back.

“Wow,” he breathed when she nodded. “No one ever told me this way.”

Feeling everyone’s eyes who waited for the bus on her, (Y/n) was reminded that Miche had too many confessions throughout the start of High school. Pride fueled her to reach her arm up at him, crumpling the paper in the middle as she snatched it away. 

“That’s my bus!” She yelled, hoisting her bag up as she ran away, a stray tear from embarrassment falling. “That was so stupid, what the fuck, (Y/n)?”

— Eleven Years later

“Paper,” was what his niece said she needed when he peaked his head into her room to ask what she wanted from his grocery run. Being the guest in his brother’s house— and wanting to compensate for the time he didn’t spend with his nieces, Miche spoiled them with snacks. Teenagers always wanted snacks.

And, “Paper?” He asked that to Marielle who was crouched over the textbooks that guaranteed a passing score in the country’s top universities.

“Just paper.” She mumbled. “Thank you uncle, Miche.”

“No problem,” he took in one last look at her before he crouched down to his brother’s last addition. Three year old Sylvia who’s had him thinking of settling down to start a family. “I can’t take you with me today, I’m buying many, many things.”

She was a smart kid like her sisters that’s why her eyes watered at Miche’s gentle tone, and turned around calling for her,“Mama!” 

It was those little moments in the household when his mind began to dream of what it’d be like settling down in Paradis with a house across hsi brothers. Followed by the many what if’s of (Y/n)— whose heart loved him so much that she wrote him a confession in class. A memory that made him chuckle now.

And bring in rage and the want to punch his younger self for thinking that she’d beg for him to look her way.

A hand deep in his pocket and the other pulling the basket with his groceries, Miche stood at the end of the stationery aisle. As he waited for the woman crouched in front of the packed papers to stand up before he made his way to it, when his phone buzzed.

A senior who only began the year and she’s already preparing herself for college entrance exams for next year. He still remembers being told not to carry her too much on the night she celebrated her fifth birthday . . . right. Miche carried her to distract himself from the confession letter (Y/n) tore out his hands that afternoon.

“You have a senior in high school, too, miss?” He started when he joined her in looking at the variety of packed papers. “My niece wants—”

Turning to him, her hair swayed to the side and eyes without a thought stared straight up at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

Again, Miche towered over (Y/n). This time he really felt his heart swelled with a sense of familiarity and the memories that came to his mind all at once.

— That night

His heart had never beat too fast when he talked to a girl, sending messages were easy. Especially when he knew what type of effect he had on them. Though this time while Allie’s fifth birthday party continued outside, and the possibility of being walked in on during a what would be heartfelt call made Miche nervous.

Heart beating at a new pace where he felt it in his fingertips. It sped up after every ring. “Hello?” Came a younger voice. Probably one of her brother’s, who she calle dher dogs.

He picked up the cord, twirling his fingers to take away. “Can I talk to your sister?”

“She’s napping.”

“Uhm,”  he swallowed, “Can you tell her that Miche Zacharias called?”

“Are you a boy?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll tell her that.”

“Thank you. . . I think. And tell her I need the paper, too.”

“Okay, bye.”

— Present Day

Looking down at her made him wonder if she still wrote with so much love in her heart. Or if the heart that he broke found someone else to write for. Miche’s throat dried at his mind wanting to tell her that the poem was safe in his wallet.

That it’s always been with him. It was a reminder that love— no, someone had loved him that way. Instead he only said, “(Y/n)! Long time no see, how . . .” his eyes trailed down to the wrist brace she wore as he stepped back.

“Life’s definitely life still.” She nodded. “Mhm, it’s definitely life. I’m alive.”

He pointed at the paper packs she tried to balance against her hip, “Do you need help with that? Not really in the best shape.”

“I’d actually appreciate that, thank you, Miche.”

“Ey, you still remember my name.” Of course she does. She wrote him poems. One after another and gave it to him at the end of the day.

She only smiled. Careful not to bump against the other shoppers, she looked up at him, “So what . . . happened— no, what do you do?”

“Continued engineering,” he replied with a shrug. “I just got back from Hizuru.”

“Ah, so you were based there like everyone?”

“Yep! I was there for five years. I was the first batch actually.”

“That sounds nice.”

His next question brought the idea of asking her out to coffee, “And you? Still writing?”

“Sort of—” She turned to the display screen with her card in hand, ”how much?”

Turning to Miche who handed the bag of papers, she almost laughed as she waved her arm up. “I write for shows these days, that’s why this happened.”

“Sounds serious.” His basket still at the starting point of the cashier, he was pressured to ask, “Will I see you around?”

“With my fiancee.” She smiled, pointing at the man who had just entered the store with a phone pressed up to his ear, “we’re filming around the area. Maybe you’ve heard of the show? 

Chainsaw man?”

“No,” His hope was washed away. Still, Miche looked at her smile longer despite it being for someone she loved. He’d look at it when he went to sleep with a broken heart later. “Welcome back. Or welcome home?”

“He’s home,” hshe controlled her grin and turned to him one last time, ”my home. But, welcome home to you too, Miche. Thank you so much for helping.”

“Mhm.” He nodded, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Sir, do you have a bag of your own or?”

— That evening—

“Where’s the paper?” Asked Allie after she rummaged through the bags Miche set down on the table.

His older brother busy with cleaning the meat froze. “Miche,” slowly turning to him.

“My ex . . .”

“Allie, we’ll get you paper.”

“Nah, you can listen kid.” He sighed, pressing on to the news channel. “I saw her at the paper aisle and,” pinching the bridge of his nose, Miche exhaled hard. “She was our school’s writer and she used to write me stories.”

“Is it (Y/n)? She’s on the alumni wall.”

“Hah,” his brother recalled, “You used to laugh at them. Your uncle led the poor girl on.”

“WHAT?”

“And she’s engaged now.” Miche sighed, “I just felt stupid there.”

“Because you thought you could ask her out again?”

“Technically she dod that first, but,” he slumped further into his chair when the TV showed her picture on the screen.

Scriptwriters of your favourite shows are cooking forward and selling their first drafts to raise funds for the Hizuru Disaster. One of it going for as low as eight hundred thousand.

“You still have some of her poems with you?” Joel joined him at the table. “Those are collector's items now.”

“And it’s all mine.”

Calling all Miche lovers: @ririthu @1252291 @mightshad0w @bouquetoutlaw-blog @nathalunalune @shrekisshrimpthesimp @barbossa2319 @cocobird09 @aizenhours

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[dragongutsixofficial]

You mentioned that you tend to work through a Nobody Dies lens. Does that apply to Dimitri, and what is his relationship with the Hresvelg siblings?

Thanks for the ask !! ^^ It took quite some time for me to make up my mind about this specific thing and yes, that lens does apply to Dimitri. There's a few reasons to this decision, which I need to recontextualize a bit in regards to the Hresvelg siblings:

I'll start by this: Aline and Adel do not consider Dimitri as their sibling at all. This isn't due to the fact that they are not related by blood (they both have different mothers than Patricia), but rather because they have basically never met before the Academy nor developed a meaningful relationship during their time there. Both of them always had in mind that they would end up betraying and declaring war on everyone in Garreg Mach, and that Dimitri would end up being one of their fiercest enemies as King. Moreover, Adel has never liked him because they are both faced with very similar mental health issues and he has some internalized trauma that he doesn't like to see reflected in someone else. As such, if it had only been for the two of them and Edelgard, Dimitri's death, although incredibly sad and unfortunate, could have been a logical conclusion to his arc in Crimson Flower.

The real issue here is Loki. For some context (although I just linked his character sheet), he is Patricia and Lambert's kid and since their couple was already Going To Shit™ by the time he was a toddler, he mostly stuck to his older brother's side. However, during the events of the tragedy of Duscur, during which he travelled with his mother, TWSTID decided to abduct him rather than kill him, and raise him to be a puppet with a legitimate claim to rule Fodlan in case Edelgard ever decided to rebel against them. And although he got brainwashed by his uncle Thales/Arundel, he never forgot about Dimitri and deeply wished to reunite with him; this also means that when he first got to meet with and learn about the existence of the rest of the Hresvelg siblings thanks to Kronya (I'll go over this in a later post) as a young teenager, his whole world was completely shattered. Long story short, that led him to join the Hresvelg siblings and get to be part of a family again. However, Loki never once forgets about Dimitri, on the contrary: realizing that Edelgard and him are on their merry way to fight each other to the death only amplifies his wish to see him again after all those years and convince him to make peace with her, because he just wants to have his whole family back and alive. As such, seeing any of his siblings die would absolutely destroy him.

That means that Dimitri could survive in Crimson Flower. and if he doesn't Loki might never recover. But then, how so ?

Sadly, it is in my own opinion unlikely that Edelgard and Dimitri could ever see eye-to-eye and become allies, even with Loki as a middle ground. Especially since Loki doesn't care for the Kingdom per see and feels a lot closer to his Agarthan culture of adoption and his focus is on bringing TWSTID down. Any attempt at discussion would just end up being a repeat of their Azure Moon talk at best, because their world visions are just too different.

This entails that any of Loki's attempts at convincing Dimitri to make peace with his sister would be unfruitful. First, because Dimitri would've thought Loki had died a long time ago, and finding out his little brother is alive would be a pretty big blow: but you know what would be an even bigger blow ? Finding out that he was raised by and thus, helped TWSTID, the same people who are responsible for the genocide of Duscur and their parents' death. And that he is still technically helping them by standing at Edelgard's side, the very person who betrayed all of them. The only way they could rebuild a stronger relationship would be if Loki decided to join his side, something that he is unwilling to do since A) he has three siblings on the imperial side and B) all four of them are planning to take down TWSTID. Unfortunately, this means that all of Loki and Dimitri's interactions post-timeskip end up in disaster- although none of them ever physically hurts the other in battle. This depresses Loki quite a bit, and enrages Adel, but he eventually accepts that he cannot take responsibility for his older siblings' actions and settles on one goal: keeping them from beating each other to death.

However, Loki brings something new to the table regarding Edelgard and Dimitri's relationships: memories. At his contact, El makes the connection and remembers the time she spent in Faerghus with the prince, which does make her take a step back. Although that is definitely not enough to make her negociate, it is to make her consider sparing him in battle- a bit like how in-game, Claude can be spared. Her unwillingness to back down from her ideals, though, makes it absolutely necessary that Dimitri is removed from any position of authority, else he could always rally support against the Empire. The Kingdom of Faerghus as a geopolitical entity may survive, but the Blaiddyd monarchy needs to go.

So... Where does that lead us ? To a rather bleak solution which is far from perfect, but has to make-do in their complicated circumstances where both sides can't meet in the middle. Edelgard agrees to spare Dimitri in the battle of Tailtean, and lets him go- letting Loki take the lead on this one. This means that Loki has to accept that he might never see him again, and that he might never forgive him. This can turn one of two ways:

I do believe that if Dedue survives and hasn't turned into a demonic beast yet, he can convince Dimitri to go without pulling a stunt similar to the one Edelgard pulls with the dagger in Azure Moon in a last desperate attempt to kill the Empress, because he still has him to cling to.

Otherwise, Dimitri truly loses everything and everyone: in which case convincing him to seize the opportunity to stay alive would be pointless. In that eventuality, Loki forces his hand and just teleports him out- making it impossible for him to make it back to the battlefield before all is lost. Which... is an even bleaker alternative.

In any case, that means that the Hresvelg siblings and Dimitri have to cut contact, at least for a good number of years. Maybe someday, when Fodlan (and especially Faerghus) is rebuilt, they might get in contact again- once both Loki and him can have some time to heal. Maybe slowly rebuild a semblance of a relationship, who knows ?

... Well damn. That was a BUMMER and incredibly angsty. Sadly, not all things can have the best ending for everyone involved. =(

=D Thankfully, Claude and Edelgard's relationship would be a lot better- no fucking thanks to Aline !

[jixiani]

Let me preface this with: I've never really done sequential work. I am not up to date on Dragon Ball and there are probably a lot of mistakes. The story was a cute idea I had at work and I don't know that I really conveyed it in a way that is coherent to others, and after staring at it every spare moment for nearly a week, I don't know that I actually like it anymore. But I wanted to do something. Dragon Ball was not my first anime, but it was the first that taught me how to draw anime. I still use the techniques I learned from copying Toriyama’s art. Dragon Ball Z was a favorite during my teenage years and my brother and I still bond over DBZ Abridged episodes. So it's a little late and it's not great, but thank you Toriyama.

(Description of each page because I am unconvinced that anyone who didn’t have direct access to my brain would understand what was happening.) It reads like manga: right to left. And maybe I’ll eventually add color or at least shading so it’s easier to see what’s going on…

Page 1, Trunks and baby Bra, who is chewing on a Toribot doll, are watching tv as the news anchor reads a (terribly familiar to most of us) death announcement. “...Has died at the age of 68. It’s our deep regret that…” Vegeta stares off contemplatively as the announcement continues in the background “He still had several works in the middle of creation…” until the tv is switched off. Bulma now holding baby asks “Vegeta are you ready to go?” Vegeta tells her “You three go on ahead, there’s something I need to do before the ceremony.” as he ties his tie. Bulma and the kids exit, as Bulma says “Alright, if you’re sure…Just don’t be late”. Off-screen Vegeta says “I’ll be there, I just need to pick up a few things first” while reaching for the dragon radar.

Page 2, wide shot of Goku's house with the main cast speaking in groups. Android 17 is chased by Goten and Trunks, Android 18 holding Mirin talks to Bulma holding Bra, Oolong talks with seated Master Roshi, Chiatsu and Tien talk with Yamcha, Krillin, Gohan, Videl and Piccolo are gathered together talking while Chi chi comforts Goku sitting in front of a grave marker. Details of groups surround an image of a tearful Goku, Chi chi’s hand on his shoulder. An image of Someone's feet as they land, having flown to the meeting place. They have collected all seven dragon balls. It is revealed that this person is Vegeta, and implied that these were what he had to pick up.

Page 3, Krilin says “Vegeta, that’s not going to work”, Piccolo explains that “He died of natural causes, a wish won’t bring him back”. Vegeta off-screen says “I know that” and Goku asks him “The why?”, why has he gathered the dragon balls then? Vegeta, against the background of his family, his most powerful forms, and the dragon balls explains his reasoning. “Because everything we are, everything we’ve become, the things we’ve done, and the battles we’ve fought, we owe it all to this man.” The dragon is summoned and Vegeta continues, “There is not a life he didn’t touch in some way not only in our universe, but in all the others as well. It’s my wish that everyone has the chance to say…”

Page 4, The last line of Vegeta's wish and the core idea behind the story is highlighted “Thank you Toriyama” as memorable characters from Dragon Ball, DBZ, and Super are all brought together to thank their creator. Clockwise from top: Cell, Kale and Caulifla, Launch, Hit, Dende and Mr. Popo, King Kai, Hercule and Buu, Beerus and Whis, fortune teller Baba, Yajirobe and Korin, Brolly and Cheelai, and Frieza.

[atlafan]

maybe i’m mistaken but i recall you saying something about having a big age gap to one or all of your siblings - if thats true, did you like having this age gap? i’m a bit worried about my kids having a pretty big age gap and personally don’t know many people who grew up with siblings who weren’t close in age

Yeah! So my oldest sister is 9 years older than me, my brother is 7 years older than me, and my other sister is about 3 1/2 years older than me.

I think with any family/siblings, age gaps don’t need to be a reason you’re not close. For a while, the four of us did a lot of things together. Like for holidays and whatnot. My oldest sister would babysit all of us, so we’d all go go for walks to Friendlys or go to the movies. My oldest sister also had to like change my diapers and stuff lmao so I usually call her my other mother. And I’ll always be her baby sister.

In all honesty, I went through phases where I was closer with each of them. Me and my sisters all had to share a room until I was about 10. Then me and the sister I’m closest in age with shared our attic as a bedroom up until she went away to college. We would play Barbie’s and stuff like that, but she also wanted absolutely nothing to do with me after a certain age. We were always getting lumped together and naturally she couldn’t stand it.

When I was really little, I hated sleeping in my own bed. So I’d crawl into bed with my sister im closest in age with. If she wasn’t having it, I’d go down the hall to my brothers room and he’d let me sleep in his bed with him. I don’t know why I was like this, but it took me years to be able to sleep by myself

My brother I was close with for a while because he would actually like sit and watch tv with me. Like we watched SpongeBob and a ton of Cartoon Network cartoons together. And my brother would actually listen when I talked and just sort of be there for me during a rough patch. But he’d also give it to me straight if he needed to. And he had the same like “do I have to bring her along” attitude when he got older which of course makes sense. What teenager wants to hang out with their baby sister when all they want to do is go smoke weed with their friends? lmao but my brother in general was always very good to me and I just thought he was this cool guy. He is my other dad much like how my oldest sister is my other mom

Now the sister I was closest in age with she and I have pretty much always been at odds like once we were a little older. Like I was in 5th grade when she was on 8th grade, so we were only in school together for like a year every three years. We fought the most. Even the summer my mom paid her to babysit me and do fun things with me, we barely did anything fun! It was really fucking annoying lmao and like not that we’re super close now but I am able to have a conversation and look to her for advice and she and I are just very similar in general which pisses me off sometimes because I’m like if we hadn’t spent so much time fighting we could’ve realized how similar we are so much sooner. I did everything she did because I looked up to her a lot. Like if she took an AP class, then I took an AP class.

Also..when things were bad between my parents, which was almost always, the four of us had each other. We could all huddle in one persons room and wait for the arguing to be over. We’d all take a bullet for the other. Like when my life fell apart and I FaceTimed my sister as Nick was walking out the door and I couldn’t even talk, she goes “do I need to come up there?” And I nodded, so she hopped in the car, grabbed my other sister and my mom, and they drove the two hours north to come be with me. Meanwhile, I was able to call my brother and talk to him and he helped me to sort of calm down a little. I would do anything for any one of their children. Like we can all count on each other you know?

Also my two oldest siblings are exactly two years apart and they’re not close at all lmao so age doesn’t have to be a factor for how close the siblings are. It really depends on the parents and like the kids themselves wanting to be around each other.

Long story short, don’t worry about it.

[kittifm]

hi loves ! gloom ❪  she / they ❫ here, bringing you my pretty girl, ireshi, who prefers to go by kitti ❪  pronounced just like ' kitty ' ❫ ! this isn’t my first time here at infinite — i had a previous girlie back when everyone was on tour — but i disappeared due to some life things and couldn’t cope. i'm here to stay this time, i swear ! nonetheless, i hope you love my sweet spoiled girl as much as i do ! ♡

⸻  welcome  to  infinite  entertainment !  it's  IRESHI  SAENGKAEW  ❪  KITTI  ❫,  who  is  the  MAIN  DANCER  of  BRAVEHEART.  i’ve  heard  whispers  that  the  24  year  old  is  pretty  CONFIDENT  but  lowkey  SPOILED.  also,  doesn’t  she  remind  you  of  NICHA  YONTARARAK  /  MINNIE ?

DOSSIER + KPROFILE + PINTEREST + CONNECTIONS + MUSE TAG

━━━━━━ ♡ ❪  UPBRINGING  ❫ … !!

from the moment she was born, ireshi was destined for something great. it isn't said out of cockiness, but in the sense that she never had a choice to be anything other than.

her family consists of her father ❪ owner of a luxury hotel & resort empire / chain ❫, mother ❪ renowned fashion designer ❫, and elder brother ❪ renowned actor & model in thailand ❫ — leaving ireshi as the youngest with high expectations to fill.

to her, it came easy, since at the age of three, she was enrolled in both dancing ❪ started with ballet, which turned into contemporary; later hip-hop ❫ and acting lessons at the wishes of her mother. vocal lessons came after she turned seven. it was obvious that ireshi was expected to fill the dreams of her mother — to be on television or on a stage.

as a child into her teens, she had minor acting roles, which gave her experience more than anything else. alongside that, ireshi had small modeling gigs for various things.

on the flip side of that, ireshi found herself in a dance crew with friends she made during her dance lessons; the group of three did covers or choreographed their moves to trending songs — often uploading them to youtube.

that was how she was originally scouted by vibe productions, more specifically after a cover she choreographed was uploaded.

after getting encouragement from her friends, the young girl went through the global auditions, and only then, did she tell her family that she passed — not wanting to disappoint them if she failed.

━━━━━━ ♡ ❪  TRAINEE PERIOD  ❫ … !! — mentions of bullying & mistreatment below ❪  continues throughout post  ❫

moving out to south korea was a scary experience for her. other than the basics of ' hello ', ' thank you ', and ' bye ', ireshi didn’t know any korean upon her arrival. at the time, she only knew thai and english. it was daunting.

being apart from her family was a challenge in itself, she'd never been away for more than a few days at most.

through the course of her cut-throat trainee days ❪  roughly 2 years ❫ ireshi struggled, but persevered. the time she wasn’t training, she was working through korean language workbooks, determined to hone the language like her developing skills. somehow, she managed to keep her school grades up, too.

in addition, she had to deal with bullying and mistreatment at the hands of fellow trainees, students, and even staff at the company, not because of her talents regarding her dancing or her vocal capabilities ❪ that came with its own bag of worms ❫, but for the reason of her being a foreigner. it was tough, the teenager constantly having to prove herself that she was going to make it; that she was worthy of this. she refused to phone home, to cry and beg to be flown back home.

getting the news that she'd made the lineup to debut, ireshi thought her worries would melt away. she was wrong.

━━━━━━ ♡ ❪  CAREER BITS  ❫ … !!

the whole process leading up to debut was nerve-wracking but a whirlwind. it came before she knew it.

she'd never been more excited, in all honesty. she was excited to be in a group with the hopes of friendship and sisterhood. ireshi didn’t want to be part of something that felt like business-only, like the rumors she heard about other groups.

shortly after debuting, ireshi's confidence in herself took a hit. netizens commented that she didn’t ' fit ' in with the looks or vibes of the group, and that while her vocals were ' decent ', it didn’t suit korean. it went as far as it trending on twitter for her to be removed, and was even a trending topic on naver. it didn’t help that the staff didn’t exactly ease up on her either, with remarks and fake compliments that were coated in honey but laced with poison.

thus, it led to her constantly pushing herself into exhaustion, from spending hours in the practice room in front of the mirror dancing too hard to straining her voice in attempts to make it sound ' better '; the rookie idol desperately trying to make up for what she was clearly lacking in the eyes of netizens.

she kept up such behavior until it got to a point where she could barely hold herself together on stage and the obvious exhaustion became apparent to fans.

it wasn’t until valentines had a hashtag trending of letting her rest and give her better treatment as staffs biasness became evident ❪ lacking stylist options, not allowing her to choreograph for songs, less lines, not as much promotional material, etc  ❫, that the company sat ireshi down — essentially telling her to get her act together.

even though it stung and she was at a loss on what to do, ireshi promised she would not disappoint them too. afterall, she was making the group look bad, right?

to quiet down valentines, the company pulled some strings and ireshi made her acting debut under braveheart in 2020 as the lead role / main character ' nanno ' in the girl from nowhere ❪  deals with / shows heavy topics, beware  ❫.

when the merger happened, the idol began to ease up on herself, even though she battled her inner-self to keep up her previous behavior, she knew she couldn’t. there are moments / periods where she does slip up and it takes a bit for her to reel herself back in from them.

━━━━━━ ♡ ❪  CURRENTLY  ❫ … !!

after the successful tour, ireshi is keeping herself busy by working on filming the second season of the girl from nowhere — as it was delayed after the merger due to the upcoming tour after.

things have seemingly improved for her, company treatment-wise, and it seems she has begun to win more hearts of the netizens over the last few years. regardless, there still seems to be a lingering hate train she hopes fizzles out over time.

in her spare time, ireshi uploads vlogs, song covers, and choreographies on her youtube channel — something she created on the 3rd year anniversary of braveheart, as a gift for valentines. the same day, she uploaded a song cover of ' first love ' by hikaru utada.

she has also been quietly working on songwriting, inspired by her group members to try it. she hopes that someday they will be good enough for a song on an album or even a solo, if she dares to take that chance. she just wants a new way to express herself outside of dance.

━━━━━━ ♡ ❪  TIDBITS  ❫ … !!

her stage name / name that she prefers to go by : kitti, comes from the nickname from her family — kitty. the reason? because her features remind them of a cat. it seems to be a good fit because netizens think she gives the personality of a black cat.

tends to be a bit of a heartbreaker. she doesn’t try to be, but it just happens that way. the root seems to be that she's too afraid of actual love, so when things get serious, she ends it.

ireshi was very spoiled growing up and still is; she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth after all.

all the bullying and mistreatment was and still is kept a secret from her family — though she tends to be very open in interviews, she sugarcoats a lot of her trainee / early career days when it comes up.

the aura of her confidence is more of a façade — her mind is still plagued by the idea that she isn’t good enough, yet.

ireshi has a tendency to be in everyone's business, curiosity always getting the best of her.

there was a period during when braveheart would have fansigns that she would not receive any gifts.

she has a real knack for film and hopes to pursue an education in film studies someday.

is known for having some upsetting fan call moments from early debut days.

ireshi also tends to be really talented at art; traditional mediums in painting and digital tend to be her specialties.

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || KIND HEARTED

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar error, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1339

| published : 14 november

| request : could i request an imagine w/ sukuna where itadori’s best friend is just so welcoming of sukuna and tries to include him when they do things? like they’re just hanging out and she goes “sukuna would you like to try this” and she holds up a piece of food to his cheek so sukuna can try it and it just warms the curse’s cold dead heart bc she’s genuinely trying <3

| barista’s notes : i kinda went a little off track with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and that you have an amazing day! please come back again soon ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

“You know, I think curses spirits have emotions”

“Mother, what in the world are you talking about? They don’t have feelings, they kill without remorse and try to gain power from their greed”

“Y/N dear, how are curses formed?”

“Negative emotions that results in cursed energy leaking from the bodies of humans”

“See ‘emotions’ is in the sentence dear”

“‘Humans’ mother, you forgot the word ‘humans’ was also in the sentence”

Back then you had no idea what your mother was suggesting or saying at that time. Curses having emotions? What was that all about? You knew from previous missions that some curses were intelligent from being able to take hostages to some being able to talk but other than that you still couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to communicate to you.

“You know the Legend of Sukuna?”

Looking up from your book, you stared at your mother - who was sitting on the opposite end of the room with a cup of tea in her hands - with a somewhat nonchalant but surprised expression on your face wondering why she brought up such a topic that was feared by most jujutsu sorcerers

“You used to tell me about it when I was younger, why are you bringing it up now?” you asked curiously, as you closed your book before gently placing it on your lap.

“We all know that the curse was a human before his fingers became cursed objects, don’t we? How do you think he felt when he was killed?”

You were about to answer her before you shut your mouth completely, not sure on how to even answer that question. How could you? No one knows the whole story to even come to a conclusion for that question, you have to interrupt the story in your own way to make one yourself? Wouldn’t he have been enraged when he was killed, annoyed at the fact that he lost in a way? Or was he unsettled? 

“Personally from my perspective, I think he would have been vexed at the fact that he somewhat lost, you mother?”

“I think the same as you, but I have a small feeling that he was upset for some reason, I’m not sure why though”

                                              ꕥ

You still have that assumption till this day. However, you were a little more open about your mother’s thoughts and took them into account sometimes when you were debating on the subject on your own. However, there was a slight shift in your opinion once Itadori Yuji unexpectedly came into your life.

The first time you meant the boy was when Gojo came back with him carrying him and Fushiguro back to Jujutsu high, confusing you completely on what was going on. For someone who was sent to just retrieve a cursed object, Fushiguro looked completely beat up and that worried you completely on what he had encountered during his time away. However, Gojo just couldn’t read the room.

“Yo Y/N, what is my favourite student doing at a time like this? It’s quite late you know,” he greeted you with a smile, before plopping Fushiguro on the ground.

“Sensei, now’s not the time to play with me, what the hell is going on?” you muttered annoyingly before using reserve curse energy to heal some of Fushiguro’s wounds.

After some time of your playful teacher explaining what was going on, you came to the conclusion that the boy ate the cursed object that Fushiguro was supposed to collect causing him to become Sukuna’s vessel as a consequence.

“So what you’re saying is that Fushiguro failed to get the object in the end,” you commented as you pointed at your close friend, leading to Gojo giving you an ‘okay’ sign telling you that you were technically correct.

“Was that all you got from the whole explanation Y/N?” Fushiguro irritatedly asked, causing you to lightly giggle before apologising to him.

                                              ꕥ

However, after that night, you made the decision to become friends with the teenager as you didn’t want him to feel completely isolated on his situation right now - he did leave everything behind to come to Tokyo - and with everything that was going to happen to him, you wanted him to live a happy life with people surrounding him before his execution after he ate all 20 fingers. What you didn't realise was this friendship would lead to you guys to have a sister and brother type of bond.

You and Itadori did everything together from going on missions together with Nobara and Fushiguro to randomly going out to do some shopping or showing him around Tokyo. As time went on, you decided to fully take in your mother’s opinion. You slowly included Sukuna in some of the activities that both of you would be participating in - usually this would involve you asking for his opinion on something, even if he sometimes gave a rude response.

“Do you think Sukuna is a pork or beef type of guy?” you randomly asked, as you lifted up your chopsticks that held a piece of cooked beef to Itadori’s cheek. “Sukuna, would you like to try this?” you kindly asked, leading to the curse to take a bite of the meat before his mouth disappeared like it didn’t appear in the first place.

“I never really asked, but why are you so kind to Sukuna? I mean he is a curse, after all, ain't sorcerers like you supposed to like, hate them?” Itadori asked in a confused tone, causing you to look up away from the meat that you were cooking to the boy that had asked you that question. 

To be honest, you weren’t so sure how to answer his question, just like the same situation that you were years ago when your mother asked you that question. How could you answer this time around? How could you answer this question now?

“Personally from my perspective, I guess I took in some consideration towards anyone’s emotions,” you casually answered, before going back to the meat that was cooking on the grill, leaving Itadori confused yet somewhat understanding what you were trying to say.

                                             ꕥ

Sukuna on the other hand was confused about what you were trying to interrupt to his annoying vessel as he sat quietly in his Innate Domain. Ever since the beginning of your friendship with Itadori, you had been nothing but kind-hearted toward him making him wonder what your intentions were from the start. However, over time he began to discover that’s what you were naturally. You were naturally just a kind-hearted person that was trying to become acquainted with him. You were generally trying.

It was hard to recall the last time he had someone to confide in - if there was anyone he even confided in at all - you were someone that took his emotions into consideration, you always question his reason for power, greed and destruction, instead of assuming that he was born with his sadistic nature. He still remembers that time you were able to somehow get close to him during his fight with Fushiguro and heal Itadori’s heart with no issues at all - making him intrigued on how powerful your reserve energy was. However, he remembers what you said to him as your hand was placed on top of the wound on his chest.

“Listen, I have no idea what caused you to become the man that you are today, I have no idea what pain you went through before your death 1000 years ago, I have no idea what you are feeling right now and I’ll try my best to understand” you quickly stated just as your curse began to revive his heart, “but right now, there is no way in hell am I going to let you kill Itadori, you got that Sukuna!”

That. That caused his cold empty heart to suddenly become warm.

Your kind-heartedness was the reason he began to reach out to you.

He wanted to cherish that trait of yours.

You were kind-hearted.