#We can put our little animal crossing houses next to each others

[ja3hwa]

Ah, to sit in Hwa's bedroom for hours and do Lego's together.

[euphoricimagination]

Summary: As you continue your new journey in Nekoma High the chance to tour around Tokyo appeared; joining three cats (Kenma surprises everyone by willingly joining), and owl and Bokuto.

Kenma x reader; Haikyuu x reader [Platonic]

First Year: Inarizaki

Second Year: Part 5; Part 6; Part 7...

The first class passes like normal, leading into the first break, so you stand up to stretch your legs a bit. Kenma, like usual, was looking at his PSP, this time with a more concentrated look as he plays.

“Hi Kenma, want some cookies? I have a lot of them left. What are you playing today?

“Thanks. Mario kart” he shows you the screen “ehh… do you…” he stops as he looks around both of you, finding your classmates looking at the two of you with curious eyes

“Oh, you don’t like being stared at, huh? I’m going to go, sorry” you say knowing that the reason they were looking was most likely because the new foreigner girl was talking to the shy boy like nothing.

“No, no, it’s not your fault…want to play a round?” he asks you looking at his desk

“Sure, I like Mario kart. Let me sit by the wall so there’s less people looking at us” you pass behind him and sit, since there was some space between his desk and the wall. He passes you his PSP as soon as you sat, turning around a little to see you play “I’ve never use this, how do I do stuff?”

“Oh, yeah. With this one you move, this one you use the items, and with that one you use the turbo. The rest is pretty intuitive” he explains as you start the game, him staying quiet

“Yay! Look, I won!”

“Not bad. Do you like other games?” he asks with the biggest smile you have seen from him

“I used to like eh…” you try to answer while the next round starts, but end up staying quiet because you were concentrating too much. He doesn’t say anything about it, so you continue in a comfortable silence. You snap out of it once the game finished, finally looking at him “Sorry, what?”

“It’s okay, I asked what games you like”

“Oh, yeah, I really liked...Animal Crossing, I believe the name was”

“This one?” He asks taking the console and putting the game.

“Yeah! I loved that game”

“You don’t have where to play?”

“Nope, I was thinking on getting one of this tomorrow at Tokyo, but I don’t know anything about them”

“I can help you…If you want, of course” he looks at the floor once again

“Sure, how? You can come with us if you want”

“I don’t like going out that much”

“Oh, I get it, if this wasn’t my first time, I probably wouldn’t go out either. Why does everything has to be pretty here? It’s not fair”

“You sound like a foreigner” Kenma looks at you with a playful smile

“I wonder why, this is only my second year in Japan, and I was busy being a manager on my first one”

“You’re excited then”

“Very”

“Why don’t you come to my house after practice and I tell you everything I know, I can help you find a good price too. We live in front of each other anyway”

“Okay, I’m sure you know more about them than me. Can I see your island?”

“Sure” he passes you his PSP once again, the soft smile appearing.

“Eat something meanwhile, I barely see you eat”

“…Fine” he takes a cookie out, starting eating while you were walking around and he was explaining some things about it. You were having so much fun that you didn’t notice Yamamoto, Yaku and Kuroo outside of the classroom, looking at you with smiles on their faces.

The next classes pass quickly, now you are going to the table to eat lunch with Kenma looking at his game.

“Yn-chan! Hi” Lev calls you excited; Kenma scrunches his face at the scream, so he slightly pushes you so you sit next to the tall boy instead of him.

“Hi Lev, how are you?”

“Good! I’m excited, you’re going to see our team play!”

“I’m excited too. Don’t spoil anything though, let me enjoy the surprise for once”

“Why are you excited anyway? You’re not playing, you barely can receive the ball” adds Yaku

“Don’t say that in front of Yn-chan!! I’m working on it!”

“I’m going to know anyway, you know?”

“I bet even Yn-chan can play better than you, Lev” says Yamamoto sitting with his lunch.

“Do you know how to play chibi-chan?” asks Kuroo

“Yeah, the basics at least, Tsumu wanted to teach me; and if I didn’t say yes, he would have whine until I did it”

“Wait, Miya Atsumu taught you?” you nod while drinking some juice “Damn, then you’re miles better than Lev. Can you join the team instead of being our manager?”

“Nah, I like being on the side, I learned a lot and that helped me to break down the other teams plays”

“So this means we have two brains in the team now? Kenma-san plans strategies and Yn-san can figure out the way the other team play” asks Inuoka

“Sounds like it, but that’s only if chibi-chan joins, she still isn’t our official manager” says Kuroo looking at you

“I thought it was obvious that I wanted, I wouldn’t be here otherwise”

“And with who would you be eating lunch then? You only know Kenma and I, and that’s because we’re neighbors”

“I don’t need to hang out with someone. I’m not an extrovert, I like being alone”

“Wait, really? It’s so easy to talk to you, it was so hard to make Kenma talk to us” adds Yamamoto as you shrug

“How did you become friends with the Miyas and Suna then? You four sound inseparable” asks Yaku

“I think that the only reason they insisted so much was because they thought it would be cool to have a foreign friend. And then we kinda just…clicked”

“And now you can’t escape from them?”

“Pretty much. But I love them a lot, I wouldn’t escape anyway” You continue talking comfortably with the whole team for the rest of the lunch break.

The bell sounds indicating that classes have ended, so you pack your things up and go out with Kenma, arriving at the gym going to change into your gym clothes. When you go out, you started doing the typical manager things, filling bottles, taking things out, etc, when the coach calls you, now with Kuroo, Kenma and Kai by his side.

“Yn-kun, the other team should be arriving really soon. I know that you have done this, so I don’t need to explain anything, right?”

“Nah, I got this. I got some notes from the teams we, I mean, Inarizaki played against, maybe they can help”

“You keep notes of every team?” ask Kuroo

“Not in detail, but the important stuff. I only go in detail when it comes to my team”

“So you have Inarizaki’s info in there too. Interesting, interesting” says Kuroo

“I’m not giving you information on how they play until you actually play with them. Anyways, who are you playing against today?”

“It’s a really good school, one of the best in Tokyo actually…”

“CHIBI-CHAN!!” you hear a scream, making you turn around only to find Bokuto running to you with his arms open.

“BokutoAghh” you were lifted from the ground before you could finish, you grabbing Bokuto’s shoulders to stabilize yourself while laughing.

“Bokuto-san, we talked about this. Don’t squish her too much” Akaashi appears behind him

“I know, I just miss you, chibi-chan” he squishes you into his arms before putting you down

“I missed you too, but you don’t have to twirl around every time you see me”

“Sorry” he pulls you for another hug

“Bokuto-san, let me say hi to the rest”

“Okay, okay. Kuroo! How are you? I heard-” Bokuto moved away to talk with your captain while you go to Akaashi, the girls and the rest of the team before your coach calls you, all of Nekoma waiting alongside.

“Well, I was going to tell you who they were, but it seems that you know them already. Nekoma and Fukurodani have practice matches regularly, alongside other schools, so they all know each other too. I’m going to talk to their coach before starting. Excuse me”

“How do YOU know them?” asks Kuroo

“They went to Inarizaki for a practice match”

“You seem close to Bokuto”

“It’s Bokuto-san, it’s hard to not like him”

“Chibi-chan!” Bokuto passes his arms through your shoulders, back hugging you “We totally should go to Tokyo now. Akaashi, the girls and I can show you around! You guys should come too!”

“I’m actually going tomorrow with my family”

“We can join too!”

“Bokuto-san, we can’t just join a family outing like that”

“Akaashi! Don’t be so pessimistic. We can show them around! Right Chibi-chan?”

“You can join if you want to”

“SEE! Our Chibi-chan is the best” says Bokuto while lifting you one more time “are we all going?”

“We can’t, sorry Yn-chan, Kaori and I already had plans, we reserved and all” Yuki says apologetic

“I’ll go, I need to make sure Yn-chan and her family don’t die” Akaashi jokes

“AKAASHI! I wouldn’t let that happen” he pouts “Anyways, you guys?”

“Why does it feel like you’re the one visiting Tokyo and not Chibi? I’m going, if you want to be there by 8 we need to leave earlier than that. Plus, I need to make sure you actually arrive to the city” Kuroo smirks at you

“What makes you think I need your help?”

“You will get lost without any of us” you knew that he was right, and he clearly knew it too

“I want to go too!” Lev adds

“Can you even wake up that early on a weekend?”

“Kuroo-san! I will be there Yn-chan, I promise” Lev looks to you excited. The rest of the team excuse themselves, since they had stuff to do or just wanted to rest.

“So, Lev, Kuroo-san, Bokuto-san and Akaashi are going?” you ask confused

“I’ll go too” Kenma whispers quietly, he was looking at his phone the whole time, not saying anything

“KENMA?! You…you are offering yourself…to go out? That early?” exclaims Kuroo surprised, everyone on Nekoma, even some of Fukurodani, had shocked faces

“I promised to help her with something” he looks at the floor, in an attempt to hide from the eyes on him

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Ken. You already told me that you don’t like going out” you say to him in a soft, understanding voice, making him look at you with a little smile

“It’s okay, I want to…your face will be funny”

“Oh, so you’re just going to make fun of me. I see how it, sorry for wanting to get to know your country, you ungrateful bastard” you pretend to be offended and making him chuckle, action that makes everyone on Nekoma even more shocked.

“They grow up so fast” Yaku puts a hand on his chest, Kai agreeing silently

“Ok, so 5 of you are going then. Anyways, go stretch, you came here to do a practice match. Go, go, go!”

“You heard our manager, let’s go!” adds Kuroo

Both teams start going to stretch, Kenma asking you to take care of his phone before going. When the coaches are back from their talk, the girls and you had everything ready, just were just waiting for them to start.

“I should have expected that everything will be ready, Yn-chan, you’re already exceeding my expectations” says the coach arriving to the team “You guys already know that this is a strong team. Like always, remember to connect. Yn-chan, do you want to say something?”

“Me? Ehh…the last time I saw them play was at last year nationals. I’m sure Bokuto-san got better at line shots; he was quite inconsistent with them. I haven’t seen you play properly, so I can’t say anything about you”

“Got it Chibi-chan, we can cut his angle shots to see how good he has gotten”

“Sounds good”

“Let’s get together guys!” says Kuroo, the team making a circle putting their arms at the center, looking at Kenma “We are like the blood in our veins, we must flow without stopping. Keep the oxygen moving so that our ‘brain’ can operate at his best!”

“Ooh you have a speech! Cute!”

You knew that Nekoma was known for their defense, but it still surprised you how Yaku was able to dig a powerful serve like nothing, sending it right where Kenma was. Kenma stays there slouching while waiting for the ball, setting it to Kuroo for a quick pass and scoring a point. A few points later you noticed Nekoma’s way of playing, they always find a way to dig the ball, sending it perfectly to where Kenma was; their blocks, while they may look basic, where in really specific places to help Yaku receive.

“So…Kenma doesn’t move that much?” You ask the coach

“No, unless it’s fully necessary to keep the ball in the game. The team always try to send the ball to an ideal spot”

“Their defense it’s amazing, even the ones that they can’t properly dig they are in the right place”

“Have you notice something about Fukurodani, Yn-chan?”

“They seem like usual, Bokuto-san seems to be in a good shape today, he seems a bit anxious though, probably wants to start using line shots” And like he was hearing you, Akaashi sets to Bokuto, who does a really amazing line shot that ends up barely being out and making the coach call for a time out.

“That was so cool” you whisper while waiting for the boys come back. You give them their bottles and some towels before reaching Kenma, giving him his bottle “so you don’t like moving even in games, huh?”

“I don’t have the biggest stamina” he sat on the bench while sipping his water

“Yn-chan tell them what you think” calls you the coach

“Bokuto-san seems to be in a good form today, but he’s a bit anxious, probably wants to do line shots now, I know he’s been practicing them a lot lately and wanted to use them in a proper match. The last one would have been an amazing one if it wasn’t out. Also, he seems to be pointing over Kenma’s head on the blocks”

“I noticed that too, let’s wait for him to get used to point over my head, then Kuroo and I could change places to block him. Also, we can continue to block only his cross shots for now and then we change into blocking his line shots"

“We got plan then, let’s go!”

The match continues, Nekoma being a point ahead at 19 – 18. The guys execute the plan perfectly, blocking Bokuto a few times making the first set go to Nekoma. You went around with their bottles while Kenma sits down one more time in the bench.

“Have you ever thought of putting your hair up when you play? So, you know, more air comes?”

“I don’t like when my field of view is too wide… I mean... don’t like when… when”

“I know what field of view is. Let me throw some air to you” you say fanning him with the notebook

“Thanks”

The second set starts with Kenma serving, his serve is normal but it always goes to a tough spot to cover. Despite being really good at defending, their offense was quite average, not bad but not the best; but they seem very aware of it, because all the strategies are made to use the best of their strength. The second set goes to Fukurodani, ending it with an amazing cross shot by Bokuto.

The third set goes similar to the last one, both teams playing at the best of their abilities. Fukurodani has the set point now, Akaashi gives the ball to Bokuto, who does a cross shot but it’s stopped by Yaku, who digs it a little shorter than usual. Kenma has to move to set it up and gives it to Fukunaga, but Fukurodani's libero digs it again. Suddenly you notice that Bokuto's aura shifted, silently demanding the ball. Akaashi noticed it too, setting for him and making Bokuto do an extremely sharp line shot, marking the win for Fukurodani.

While you go your team, you hear Bokuto talking “OOHH! Akaashi did you see that? Wasn’t that cool?! Chibi-chan!! Did you see that?!” Bokuto looks at you like an excited puppy

“That was soo cool Bokuto-san!”

“I know, but it was pure luck this time!”

“Don’t take it away from you, you still did it” you continue to fan Kenma, who looks just exhausted

“Thanks, chibi-chan!!” he gives you a tight hug

“Aghh Bokuto-san! You’re sweating!”

“Stop trying to steal our manager, you owl! If anything she should be hugging us, we lost” adds Kuroo, pulling you slightly by his side

“Well, I met her first! I deserve the hug!” Bokuto holds into your other hand

“Bokuto-san, your team is waiting for you” you say before the tension rises

“Ah yeah! Talk to you guys later!”

“Well done boys, you did pretty good today; it’s hard to win against Fukurodani, but you did amazing giving them a good fight. I’m surprised by the strategies that came up and how good they worked, which means they will work in future matches too. Yn-chan what did you think of the team?”

“I knew that Nekoma was good at defense, but I honestly never expected to be this good. You guys receive spikes from Bokuto-san that are really hard to receive. Also, it’s amazing to watch you keeping the ball alive no matter what. Although I do think that the offense could be better... It wasn’t weak, please don’t get me wrong but…”

“No, no it’s good to be honest Yn-chan” the coach interrupts your small rant “it’s good that you tell us this, you were the manager of a really strong team. In a way I do agree, while our defense is really good, our offense stays short if we compare it to Fukurodani, for example. It’s not something that we can change from one day to another, however when new bloods come in, changes will too. For now, let’s continue perfecting the plays that we have and make the best out of them”

“Yes sir!”

“And Yn-chan, at first I was hesitant to have a manager because we don’t really need one, but you were able to prove me wrong. You and Kenma can be perfect duo to help us win. So, if you want to be our manager, you’re welcome”

“Of course I want to, it was my intention from the beginning”

“Then I officially welcome to our team chibi-chan, although I already consider you one” Kuroo ruffles your hair

While the teams were stretching, the girls come by your side, talking about everything that you missed since your last meeting. It's was already late when the match ended, so you quickly organized everything to wrap up.

“Bye chibi-chan! See you tomorrow!” Bokuto hugs you one more time

“Bye Bokuto-san, see you tomorrow Akaashi”

And with that Fukurodani enter their bus and leave.

After that Nekoma takes their things leaving the school, not before giving you a warm welcome. Kenma, Kuroo and you start walking together to the nearest station, Kenma on his game while you talk to Kuroo. You arrived at your house at around 7:15 pm, Kuroo leaving right away to help his grandma, leaving Kenma and you behind.

“Do I still go to your house?” you ask

“If you want to…we can still browse stores for the best price” he says when you go to his front door “I have everything on my room”

“Let’s go then…you’re alone?”

“Yes, my parents work until late” you enter his bedroom, which had a bunch of stuff on it.

“Damn, you have so many games, another console, and a computer? How do you have so much money?”

“My parents bought me some stuff, since you know, they aren’t at home that much. I also earn some money doing some videos and uploading them to YouTube…”

“Ahh, I see…wait, how do you put games into the psp?” the question pops up at seeing the whole collection he has. His soft smile appears again while explaining you the basics of the console. You sit near his computer when he browses around the stores looking for the best deal.

“This one is more expensive, but it has more memory which is useful in the long run. I don’t know if your parents will be okay with the money though”

“Let me ask. But even if they think it’s too expensive I can buy it myself, I also have some money. They’re much cheaper than in my country anyway”

“I can put some of the games I have too, so you would save a lot more with that”

“I was already counting on you for setting it up. Ken, you sure want to go? You told me you don’t like people; I don’t want you to be uncomfortable” you ask carefully

“I’ll be fine, I can deal with it once in a while. Thanks for worrying though”

“If you say so” you say. You stayed in silence for a few seconds, but you could feel his eyes on you. You caught him off guard when you turned around, making him look away to hide his face. For some reason neither of you feel uncomfortable, the only thing interrupting your trance was the ring of your phone “...my mom says that it’s fine”

“That’s cool…want to play something before going?”

“I thought you’ll never ask, any idea?”

“Mario kart? I want to beat you” he smiles playfully

“Excuse me? Rude. I don’t know how good you are, but don’t you dare to look down on me” you joke

“I’m not…I just know I’m better”

“Oh, fuck you” you make him chuckle. You stayed there playing for a long time, lots of laughs from both of you until you decided to put your controller down while looking at him, who had a relaxed smile “how much do you play this? It feels like you know every detail in the maps”

“Just admit that I’m better”

“No”

“You are good though. Second is not bad, you will definitely beat Kuroo”

“I’ll take that, I guess” you straighten your legs, staying in silence for a minutes

“This is nice” he says, making you look at him confused at the sudden words, he blushes a little and looks at the floor, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud “Sorry…I didn’t…”

“It is nice” you whisper before looking at your phone to see the time, 9.20 pm “I need to go though”

“Yeah, yeah” he stands up, going to his front door “Tomorrow at 7.00 then?”

“Yeah, that’s what Kuroo said. See you tomorrow, Ken”

“See you tomorrow, Yn”

You cross the street to go to your house, your mom making some snacks when you arrive. “Did you go to…Kenma’s house?”

“Yeah, he helped me find the console that I sent you”

“Kenma is the one with yellow hair, right?” you nod eating some fruit “Ahh, he seemed quiet. You were similar to him before the twins and Suna made you more comfortable talking”

You go to your room and look at your phone while laying down, noticing that you were added into two group chats, one of the Nekoma team, and other with the guys that will go tomorrow.

The messages continue to appear, mostly from Bokuto and Lev about places you should visit.

+++

You woke up early the next morning, but despite being so early, the weather was already hot, so you decided to put some shorts and a t-shirt on. The whole reason to go there so early was to avoid as many people as possible and to come back relatively early.

“Man, it's 7:00 am, how the fuck is so hot already?” You mutter while waiting outside

“Hi chibi-chan, looking good”

“Hi Kuroo” you say noticing his eyes moving up and down “don’t look at me like that”

“Sorry, sorry. You look really pretty today chibi-chan”

“Today?” You joke when you noticed his red ears

“Extra pretty today; sorry, got distracted” adds with a cheeky smile

“I’m regretting letting you go”

“Don’t be like that Chibi-chan, it’s all with good intentions”

“How are the two of you not tired?” You hear from behind Kuroo, Kenma appearing with his eyes barely opened

“It’s called sleeping Kenma, maybe if you didn’t stay up until so late playing games you would know that” Kuroo says making Kenma roll his eyes.

“Did you sleep last night Ken?”

“Yes, I did”

“How much?”

“…2 hours”

“2 hours? When you knew you had to wake up early? No wonder you’re tired”

“I’m not…” he starts, but stops when he finally looks at you, his eyes widening and a hint of blush appearing on his face.

“You’re not what Kenma? Looks like someone got speechless” Kuroo smirks at Kenma’s reaction

“Should I go to put some pants on” you ask to yourself

“You look...Pretty Yn” Kenma says looking away

“Thanks Ken. This is how you compliment people Kuroo”

“I said the same thing!”

“Ok, we can go. Hello guys, thanks for coming with us” Your mom says coming out with your brother

“Hi miss, it’s our pleasure” greets Kuroo before you start walking, Kuroo talking with your mom while Kenma talked with your brother about a new game

“YNNN-CHAN!” you heard a scream that made everyone flinch. You saw a tall, grey hair boy coming towards you running, crushing you into a hug “Yn-chan you look so good! It’s this your family? Hi, Kenma-san, Kuroo-san!”

“Relax kid” says Kuroo, slightly annoyed. Kenma face just scrunches while moving behind you

“Thank you Lev, but you don’t have to scream; and yes, this is my family”

“Hi, I’m Lev, nice to meet you” he greets with his puppy like energy, making your mom laugh a little

“Is it too late to back out?” whispers Kenma next to you

“Yes, I asked you yesterday”

You enter into the fairly empty train, Lev and your brother talking about something while Kenma, Kuroo and you are standing by the door side by side. You arrived at the station and went out, seeing the two owls standing right outside besides the stairs.

“CHIBI-CHAN!” as soon as you step outside of the station Bokuto moves to give you a hug

“Bokuto-san, you saw me yesterday”

“I’m excited to show you around! Hi guys, Hi chibi-chan family! I’m Bokuto!” Bokuto goes to say hi to your family

“Sorry to drag you here Akaashi” you move next to Akaashi

“I offer myself, don’t worry”

“Chibi-chan! You brother is my fan!” Bokuto screams

After all the introductions were done, you’re ready to go out. Your eyes go wide the moment you step outside, amazed since it was your first time seeing it live. Bokuto, Kuroo and Lev drag all of you through the city, making you take photos and selfies with different things; while Akaashi and Kenma make sure that it doesn’t go out of control. At some point you and Kenma entered the store where the console was while the others went to find a place to eat before going back. You had never seen Kenma so comfortable, smiling while he showed you some games.

After lunch you head back to your houses, saying bye to everyone as you and the two cats walk towards your houses

“Thank you for coming with us guys”

“Of course, chibi-chan, it was a fun time. It’s fun to see how a foreigner reacts to something that we’re used to see”

“You have no idea how different it is. It was so pretty” you look at Kenma, who already was looking at you “thanks for going out Ken”

“It was annoying, but it’s okay, it was fun seeing your reactions. I’ll set the console up and give it to you tomorrow”

“Sure”

“By the way, we have practice tomorrow, Saturdays are our day off” adds Kuroo, his eyes lingering to the blonde ones

“The same schedule that I had before, nice. Now go, you guys are probably tired. Ken, try to sleep a little, okay?

“...I’ll try”

“See you tomorrow chibi-chan”

A few hours later, after a nice shower, you sit on the floor putting some things that you bought for your foxes on a package to send to Hyōgo. The last time you were here with them, they couldn’t really go outside and see things that much, so they were just as excited. While doing that a message appears on your phone.

While you don’t remember telling him that you do videos, it somehow doesn't surprise you; after all, the twins and Suna had appeared many times. You continue talking for a while before getting ready to sleep, closing your eyes with a smile on your face.

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Short Reflection: Princess Jellyfish

Let's be honest: we're all a little weird. Nobody fits perfectly into the role society expects from them, and pursuing that ideal is often a losing game for a booby prize. As a certified genderfluid Aspergers' gremlin, I've been painfully aware all my life of how impossible "fitting in" can be when society's view of normal is far out of reach. But I've also been aware of how rewarding it can be to find your own version of normal out on the margins, finding a happiness all your own that doesn't need anyone else's approval to be real. And above all else, Princess Jellyfish is a celebration of exactly that kind of next-to-normalcy. It's a love letter to all of us who fell short of the scripts we were given but found something far more worthwhile along the way, all the freaks and weirdos and washouts who came into our own by leaven the beaten trail behind and charting our own quirky course through this wonderfully strange world we call home.

Our setting is Amamizuku, a boarding house for women who've slipped through the cracks of society. Chinese history nuts, train otaku, doll obsessives, women who've "failed" to live up to their expected role of finding a husband and becoming a doting wife. But that suits them all just fine: they've found their own kind of family among each other. A bizarre, constantly broke family prone to fits of geeky infodumping about their preferred hyperfixations, but a family nonetheless. All except for the youngest among them: Tsukimi, a girl still coping with the death of her mother and struggling with crippling self-doubt. Her mother always told her that all girls grow up to be princesses, but every time she sees her geeky, chubby, socially awkward uberdork self in the mirror, she sees the furthest thing from a princess she can imagine. And as happy as she is among her new friends, part of her still feels inadequate for not living up to the ideal of femininity she thinks she's supposed to fulfill.

That all changes when someone who does embody that ideal of femininity waltzes into her life. The only catch? It's actually a guy! Kuranosuke is a politician's son who's taken to cross-dressing as a way of distancing himself from his stifling family and social role, staking his own identity as a glorious drag queen in defiance of what someone like him is expected to be. And when he puts on the makeup and dresses and boob pads, he's a more womanly woman than most actual women around him. A chance encounter brings his life and Tsukimi's crashing together, and when it becomes clear that Amamizuku may be in jeapordy due to an urban development project his father is invested in, he decides to partner with her and all the boarding house girls to find some way to save it, preserving the community they've carved out for themselves in defiance of a world that wants to drag them back into "normal" society. Provided his little secret doesn't get out, of course.

It's a wonderfully quirky little show, bursting with the kind of lived-in detail that shoujo anime so often excel at. Amamizuku is a wonderfully realized community of oddball losers, and while some of the characters walk the line between amusing and annoying at times, you really come to adore all of them for their eccentricities. Tsukimi in particular is absolutely adorable, a perfect bundle of nerves and anxiety brought to life by Kana Hanazawa's stammering brilliance. She takes you through the whole gamut of emotions from quiet sadness to freaking out to hyperfixated intensity without ever missing a beat. And seeing her play off Kuranosuke as they help each other understand their own hang-ups a little better really put a smile on my face. Neither of them fit the image of what a man and woman are supposed to be, and in that mutual defiance (albeit far more purposeful on Kuranosuke's part), they're able to see the best in each other that they're not always able to see themselves.

But its in the moments where the woman of Amamizuku crash up against "normal" society that Princess Jellyfish really shines. This show is deeply interested in the connections between the marginal and the mainstream, what it means to be "normal" and what so-called normalcy takes for granted in trying to impose a universal standard. There's a great moment where Kuranosuke's giving the women glow-ups so they look trendy and fashionable in order to infiltrate a board meeting about the redevelopment, and she says, "I won't tell you to change your personal style or fit yourself into their boxes. But if you want to take on this shallow world, you have to fight on terms that shallow people understand." It's such a great summation of the pointlessness of our image-focused culture, how a little lip gloss and Coco Chanel can transform someone's perception from a layabout spinster to a glamorous socialite without changing the person at their core. And in playing with those expectations, Princess Jellyfish is able to draw out a much deeper, more honest beauty from its characters, a beauty that shines just as brightly in a pearl necklace or ratty tracksuit.

The one sour note throughout the show is a subplot involving Kuranosuke's older brother Shuu, a much more politically-minded and traditionally masculine man who gets involved with the woman in charge of pushing the landscape development. She drugs Shuu and takes pictures to make it look like they had sex when he was drunk, blackmailing him in order to get closer to his father and influence his support of her project. It's a deeply disturbing event, and it's really unclear whether or not Princess Jellyfish realizes how messed up it is. Like, this woman essentially makes Shuu think she assaulted him when he was blackout drunk, and it's clear he walks away from the encounter feeling violated (He even says out loud that he was taken advantage of!). But the show pretty much puts all that messiness aside for the sake of fast-tracking a romantic subplot between them that, I'm sorry, is just the most forced thing in the world even without the not-actually-rape hanging in the background. It feels grossly nonchalant about such a serious subject, and while it far from ruins the show, it makes every scene involving them a chore to sit through.

Perhaps that all comes to a much more satisfying conclusion later in the manga. Sadly, this eleven-episode adaptation comes nowhere near close to an ending for any of the threads it sets up, leaving a distinct sense of anticlimax when all is said and done. But hey, if Kimi ni Todoke can somehow wrangle a sequel over a decade later, perhaps there's still hope for a second season of Princess Jellyfish yet. Until then, though, we'll have to remain content with this unfinished but still incredibly enjoyable taste of life on the wrong (but actually right) side of the tracks. And I give it a score of:

7/10

And now to re-watch Kimi ni Todoke and continue reveling in the joys of 2010-era shoujo anime. See you next time!

[cherubchoirs]

I'm here to ask the important questions, What games do they like best? We all know in our hearts that V1 has 100% completed the Crash Bandicoot trilogy but what does Gabe and V2 enjoy?

GAMERS......................

hope it's ok i'm putting these two together bc i love that they came in right next to each other and we can talk gamers!!!! i BIG agree that v1 actually plays a lot of nonviolent games weirdly enough - it has an absolutely wild and hard to look at animal crossing island (all the robo villagers live there......the dream......) and has logged a disgusting amount of hours into like. fishing sims. it also definitely plays goofy shit like crash bandicoot and gex (like just weird 90s and 00s games), plus whatever genre of game things like catlateral damage are. so it has a WIDE pool it picks from, although it does play some fighting games to develop new and ridiculous strategies. v2 absolutely loves playing challenging games like dark souls to full optimization and it has an official gamer card. i absolutely agree that it's competitive about it, unfortunately v1 would be the best rival for it but it's just. complete garbage at any competitive game and it doesn't care to get better. basically all i can say about v2 is that it plays all the games that i can't bc i'm,,,i'm terrible at games!! gabriel is the hardest one to place imo, but i've always liked the idea of him playing strategy-based fighting games like fire emblem, because as an angel he's very wrapped up in his role of warrior and general. MINECRAFT THO....it's so funny to me bc i imagine he has very little creativity (again, angels are sort of rigid and don't have that divine spark the way humans do), but imagine him trying to build and make his own things ;A; it's actually really cute!! he can make a house,,,,it's not very good, like it's just a box, but he made it!! he created a minecraft!!!

[whypolar]

Gundam Unicorn OVA 2: The Second Coming of Char

It's time.

Here comes a special boy!

If you don't cheer and clap for him I'll blow this whole building up.

(You can read my previous post here, if you want.)

I was grinning every time Frontal was on screen. I'm so easy. He's perfect.

The music continues to be excellent.

The percussion in Frontal's theme is fucking crazy. I don't even have the vocabulary to describe what is happening here musically, but I like the aggressive synth and that there's a xylophone. Maybe multiple xylophones. Imagine.

I also particularly liked this one track with the chanting vocals before the hostage negotiation-- apparently it's the Sinanju's theme.

The main theme associated with the Unicorn itself keeps getting caught in my head.

The robots remain very cool.

Combat plays out almost beat-for-beat as described in Novel 3, right down to the automatic cockpit functions and Banagher throwing up in his helmet. Gross.

Environments: effectively conveying information.

The backgrounds in this one didn't wow me as consistently as the first one, but that's fine. They're in space. They're on closed ships. They have other, more important things they want you to look at. Sterile corridors communicate information about the setting, even if they're not necessarily exciting.

They do some cool stuff with the lighting on the bridge. I also like that they have an inexplicable vaporwave room to put the civilians in.

I'm pretty sure I have this exact room in my house in Animal Crossing.

After Banagher gets captured we start seeing more variety again, since there are more different places for us to visit.

Those are my big surface-level impressions.

From this point on, there will be novel spoilers up to the equivalent point where this OVA ends (which will include some things that I assume will show up in OVA 3).

One of my favourite background nobodies, Lieutenant Commander Liam. I love that the main thing we know about her is that she's big and constantly side-eyeing her blustering boss.

In terms of novel comparisons, there's a lot more I can potentially talk about in this one than the first.

Judging by these first two, it seems like each OVA covers about 1.5 novels worth of material, which sounds about right to cover all ten in seven episodes.

They swapped a number of scenes around. They've been skipping over a lot of little Vist family stuff that will have to come up later. I don't think that will be a problem. I assume they had two priorities:

Establish key details of Frontal's character, such as his self-identity as a vessel and his ambiguous relationship to Char, in the same OVA where he's introduced

Set up the hook of Banagher getting rescued for OVA 3

They've held off on introducing Martha for now, which is fair. She hasn't really done much by this point, she just exists as a vaguely menacing figure. I assume she'll be in the next one. Please?

They also skipped over Cardeas' memories of Syam arranging to have Cardeas' father killed. If they intend to tell us that later, it will probably be through another character, such as Martha or Syam himself.

Alberto hasn't figured out Banagher is his half-brother yet. Martha is the one who tells him this, so that makes sense. I could see them making that scene Martha's introduction.

Have I mentioned I love Alberto? I really do. I like him even better without a judgmental narrator describing his fatness, so there's an unambiguous point in the anime's favour, lmao.

Banagher

I'm glad they kept the flashback of Banagher's childhood 'training', but disappointed that they cut off the nightmare at the end. I wanted to see how they'd do it.

Caught my not-husband zapping our son so he'll be good at killing people in the psychic death machine when he's older. He does it in the piano tapestry room, to make sure the repressed traumatic memories are as poetic as possible.

We don’t get to hear Banagher's mother confront his father about putting him in the newtype pilot torture simulator, so we miss out on Cardeas' incredible defence of "don’t worry, I'm not using drugs on him in the tests." Father of the year.

In the novel: we hear the fight, it moves on to memories of Banagher leaving home with his mother, and then it eventually degenerates into the horrible withered body of Banagher's dead father grabbing his ankle and trying to make him go to the Gundam. The Gundam is described as a giant bleeding demon that wants to eat him.

It's important to me that a Gundam should always be at least a little monstrous. They should let the Unicorn be evil. As a treat.

At this point, I think anime Banagher comes across as mostly in line with his novel counterpart's characterization. The change in situation means a change in behaviour. Events have forced him to start openly expressing his doubts and fears-- which means the audience can actually know what they are.

There is still one difference that stuck out to me, because they chose to cut a particular scene:

OVA Banagher feels less genuinely attached to his friends.

I don't think this is a worse characterization. It's interesting in its own way. It's just like... a notably different one, imo.

There's a very sweet scene in the novel of him reuniting with Micott and Takuya. They're all overjoyed to see each other again alive. They hug, floating through the air in low gravity. Banagher feels warmth and a sense of belonging, and seriously considers never getting back in the Gundam again. They get so caught up that they end up hitting a wall and getting grabbed by gravity again, so they all collapse and start laughing. Then Audrey comes in, and the moment ends, as Banagher is compelled to go to her instead.

In the anime, they're all at his hospital bedside when he wakes up. Micott directly calls out to him in concern. He totally ignores her and addresses Audrey instead. Bro???

Given that he mostly ignored the other students and stared into space for a lot of the previous OVA, because they cut a lot of their casual school interactions from that one, too, well... Audrey doesn't just feel like Banagher's most powerful connection, but possibly his only real connection.

They also cut Micott being the one who approaches Mackle about Audrey, which makes him decide to look her up. Instead, he recognizes her face on his own. I was surprised by this one, since it felt like they were setting it up, but I guess not.

Audrey / Mineva

Mineva translates flawlessly to the screen. It helps that she's central both to the plot and to our protagonist's motivation. An element of mystery is also already important to her portrayal, so not getting direct glimpses into her thoughts doesn't feel like losing something. Much like last time, we basically know what the protagonist knows, and it works.

This is the best case scenario, but it also gives me less of an excuse to talk about her. Now I have to talk about Riddhe instead. I can't even believe how much I feel the need to talk about Riddhe. I did not think I cared about Riddhe.

And yet.

Riddhe

We find out who he is by the end of this one. Kinda. Depending on how much attention the viewer pays to character surnames, they may have figured it out earlier, or might even still not have grasped exactly what was being implied.

Again: I don't especially care about Riddhe, so I'm hesitant to say I want them spending time on him that could be used elsewhere, but the thing about reading the novels first is that I know his significance to the plot going forward. I'm worried things might end up more frustrating in the long run if they don't do enough with him early on.

When I think about scenes centred on Riddhe from the first 4 novels that I found particularly memorable… a lot of them were removed!

That good luck charm he has? In the novel, he doesn't have that. He has model biplanes, like actual hand-sized toys. In his introductory scene, he's sitting in a cockpit with one and basically zoning out, pretending to make it fly around. He thinks about wanting to be a pilot growing up, and it really gives the distinct impression that he's a bit mad that planes are mostly obsolete and he has to fly in a mobile suit instead. People roast him for being a rich kid playing with his toys.

That's the kind of idiosyncratic and slightly cringe enthusiasm that makes a character feel real to me. I don't even know if it would have been better to keep that in, I just know that I personally would like it.

The little things are what let me engage with him as a specific character, as opposed to an archetype I'm not personally invested in. I'd rather have a more detailed character than a guy who feels like nothing, whether I personally like him or not.

This is how the novel version of Riddhe meeting Banagher played out:

After the battle, Riddhe is feeling survivor's guilt, since they lost a lot of pilots during the battle. He goes to check on his machine. The mechanic inside is one of the older crew members, and he's crying.

When Riddhe tries to speak to him, he turns around and screams at him. He found the airplane model in the cockpit, where Riddhe accidentally left it. He's furious that Riddhe brought a toy onto the battlefield. He tells him to his face that he wasn't taking things seriously, and that's why they got massacred in the battle.

He throws the plane out of the cockpit, Riddhe chases it down as it glides through low gravity, and Banagher ultimately catches it, which is how they meet for the first time.

It's just much meatier than what we got.

I also feel like we've seen less conflict with others and emotions from Riddhe about his family so far. We don't know what his relationship to them is like at all, really. We miss the scene of him biting the bullet and asking his father for help, even though he really doesn't want to, because he believes it might save lives.

Maybe that will feel more present going forward, now that Mineva knows who he is?

Still, it's not like we didn't get any character moments for him. We get a bit of banter between him and other members of the crew. He reacts to stuff. I thought the scene where he confronts Mineva about Zeon and recalls Garma's funeral was very good.

Just... I want him to be interesting enough for me to get something from his arc.

Imagine me pacing around my room and gesticulating wildly for this next part, because I finally get to talk about Full Frontal

This scene. This specific scene is the one I most want to talk about.

First of all, it has Frontal in it. Second, there's a lot of information conveyed in the novel scene that does not make it to the screen at all. Third, the anime makes its own strong visual choices that are entirely original and not drawn from any kind of novel description.

This shot of Frontal's mask is downright fascinating to me. The outside of the mask is pristine and smooth, but the inside has all these gnarled ridges. The lines around the eyes remind me of wrinkles on an old man's face. In-universe, someone decided it was important to make it look like that, where nobody but Frontal himself will see it. Was it designed this way at his request?

This scene in the novel is written from Banagher's perspective. There is no camera, it's just Banagher pointing out whatever he thinks is important to comment on. When they decided how to frame it in the anime, they pulled the camera way back, for all these extreme distance shots in this huge room. Everyone looks so tiny. This is, obviously, an unusual framing for an intimate conversation between three people.

There were so many cool and very deliberate shots in this scene; I'm kind of obsessed with it. The separation of spaces in this massive room and how they kept showing Frontal moving back and forth between them... I wish I could include them all, but tumblr has a 30 image limit per post.

When Frontal is wearing the mask and sitting next to Angelo, he is visually separated from Banagher. When he moves to speak to Banagher, he is then separated from Angelo. This is a sentiment that Angelo expresses in the novel-- that when Banagher was around, Frontal suddenly 'left him out of focus'. This is one of the things that drives Angelo to fixate on Banagher out of jealousy going forward.

Aside from depicting emotional distance between characters and showing off the absurdity of how big the room is, it's possible that the camera choices are meant to evoke another detail from the novels.

There is something very important we learn about Frontal that is conveyed solely through narration, and which has not come up at all yet in the OVA: the way characters describe his appearance, and the emotional response they have to it.

Specifically: Full Frontal looks exactly like Char Aznable, but he doesn't look like a convincing human being.

How does Banagher describe Full Frontal in this scene?

Well:

Is he a human? This was the first impression Banagher had. He could not detect any sense of life from that man, not just from the mask covering his eyes, but also the vibe that he was artificially created. He stared at the masked man who sat on the Mahogany made office table, and seriously thought that it might really be part of the decorations in the room.

The hand under the glove felt rather hard, causing Banagher to remember the first impression of a puppet ...

Perhaps I might not have seen the true appearance of this man? Banagher recalled the beautiful blue eyes, and felt that he was following an illusion ...

He also describes his stare as "machine-like" at one point.

After removing the mask, he describes Frontal's face as handsome and without identifiable flaws. "His cheekbones did not reflect his age" -- he looked younger than expected based on the age of Char Aznable, I think is the implication.

Anyway. The point is, he's good-looking and there's nothing specific anyone can pinpoint that's obviously wrong with him, and yet this is a consistent reaction characters have to meeting him. He doesn't feel real.

Honestly, this is one of my favourite things about Frontal, and it makes me a bit sad that it doesn't translate at all. I'm sure it would be difficult to visually convey-- any attempt runs the risk of looking like an error, or just 'bad'. It could also be they were worried about going too hard with it and making him read like a monster, rather than someone who could plausibly be a charismatic leader.

I get it. I just miss it, man. It's such a good little detail. He'll always be a beautiful creepy puppet to ME.

I love that Angelo's always two seconds from going on the attack. He's like a beautiful fluffy dog that's human-aggressive and keeps biting people. He's Frontal's feral rescue persian cat.

Angelo doesn't go for Banagher a third time in the novel. In that version, these lines are delivered (less violently) by Frontal himself.

The change makes sense. It's in character for Angelo, and it still implies something about Frontal-- he speaks about Banagher sympathetically, but he pretty much just lets Angelo do this, not even chastising him or telling him to stop like the previous two times.

Banagher still falls over in the novel, despite not being physically assaulted. He almost passes out from the horror of realizing he killed someone, and then he spends the entire rest of the scene dissociating and feeling physically ill. Marida and Zinnerman pretty much have to drag him out of there.

The scene with Angelo and Frontal on their own discussing the possibility of an attack on Palau is gayer in the novel. Being inside Angelo's head is always gayer. We might get the full version of this scene in the next one, since they started talking about certain exposition-related things before getting abruptly cut off.

Concluding scenes

I really like this scene with the family. The designs of these characters and how they interact with each other is very endearing. Marida casually holding the little girl upside-down and handing her over to the mother is unbearably cute.

They don't fully explain the logistics of where and how Banagher is being held prisoner, leaving it to you to intuit what the arrangement is. This works just fine for me, but I did wonder if it might throw some people off. Maybe not-- I feel like most UC Gundam stuff I've watched occasionally leaves gaps like this and trusts you to connect the dots on your own.

It's just very different from reading the novel, where it leads you through the whole process of him being kept on the ship, brought to Palau, being taken to see Frontal, etc. It gives a history of Palau as a mining colony, including how and why it was built, why the guy who bought it most recently renamed it Palau, the population size, the dimensions in kilometers... you get the idea. Completely different approach.

Marida.... the next one should have a lot more of Marida, I think. I'm glad. I want more Marida. She's one of my favourites.

Her big scene in this one is a good one with a lot of thematic and emotional weight, but the reordering of scenes did skip over a lot of smaller moments between her and Banagher that I really love-- big fan of her grabbing his face to check his eyes and then telling him about the effects of g-force on the human eyeball.

I'm hoping at least some of those casual interactions make it into the next one. They can be shifted around pretty easily, so long as it's before the attack on Palau begins.

I think that's everything I wanted to go over... either way, I'm done. This post took me a lot longer to edit than the first one.

I can't believe they made me write fifteen paragraphs about Riddhe.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 19

���Last time on Total Takes Island: we scared our remaining campers half to death in a horror-movie themed challenge. Ass sacrificed their “friend” Julia, and horror-nuts Bonnie and Patrick were also the first to go, but not before meeting up with a few old friends along the way. In the end, Michael sacrificed herself for Max, who then sacrificed himself for her, taking the walk of shame so she didn’t have to. Will the campers survive another evening? Will Staci ever go bald? Find out now- on Total! Takes! Island!”

The remaining campers walk out to the grassy knoll by the docks, where they’d been instructed to meet this morning. It’s mostly silent, aside from McLovin’s occasional sneeze and sniffle from the small cold he caught during the overnight horror challenge. 

Staci and Bonnie- even Julia and Patrick- and occasionally Ass look back to Michael sulking behind the group, looking tired and dejected. Bonnie bites their lip and looks at the ground nervously. 

---

BONNIE: “I usually try to avoid empathizing with people, but... I know what it’s like to have your only friend taken away from you when you need them most.”

---

“I’m going to go talk to her,” Bonnie says, chewing on a fingernail. 

Patrick raises an eyebrow. “You sure that’s a good idea? She was almost sent home last night. Fraternizing might put a target on your back,”

“No. Besides- if I can get Julia first, then we can collectively vote Ass out next time,” they say. “No one likes them, anyway. At least Michael is nice.”

He shrugs and rolls his eyes, and Bonnie slows down to walk backwards from the rest of the group, stopping and resuming walking forward once they’re side by side with Michael. 

“How’re you holding up?” they ask, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

She sighs. “Not well. I still feel really guilty,”

“Hey, Max volunteered to quit. That’s not on you. Honestly, I wish Caesar or Courtney had chosen to leave instead of being voted out by that witch,” Bonnie offers. “And he did it for you. That must mean a lot, huh?”

“Yeah… it just feels unfair to him,”

Bonnie sighs. “Listen… I don’t like to extend offers for this, but if you ever need to count on someone’s vote, I’m open. It's the least I can do,” they pause to look at Ass and Julia, who are walking arm-in-arm. “And I think I can guess who you’d go for next.”

Up ahead, a large wooden cage falls over the group of campers. Bonnie and Michael stop, watching the scene as their fellow contestants shout in annoyance, and then a large net is thrown over them as Chris steps out holding a beaver. 

“Good morning, campers! Ready for today’s challenge?” 

“Um- what’s with the prison cell, McLean?” Ass asks, hands on the wooden bars. "What is this, the Shaw-lame Redemption?"

Julia rolls her eyes.

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JULIA: "That's not even clever!"

---

“There are only seven of you left on the island, as I’m sure Michael is well aware,” Chris smiles. Michael glares at him. “After tonight- six! We’re nearing the end, kids! So, today’s challenge is a Canadian favorite- trapping!” 

“What?” Bonnie asks, squinting at him suspiciously. 

“You’ll be trapping wild animals and bringing them back to the campfire. They must return unharmed,” he says, staring at Ass. They roll their eyes. “The reward for winning today’s challenge is a meal of epic proportions!”

The campers' eyes widen and they look between each other. 

“Real food?” Julia asks. 

“Real food. Your favorites, in fact,” he chuckles. “Made on the house by master cook, Chef Hatchet!”

Chef waves from the kitchen with a smile. The campers gasp. 

---

ASS: “Okay, so we have to trap a few wild animals. So what? I’ve been brushing up on my zoology since I returned to the island- I’ll just catch a dragonfly or something easy.”

---

“Ooh, a little bounty hunting, how scary!” Ass smiles, crossing their arms. 

“Glad you think so, Natalie,” Chris grins, holding up a bucket. “Time to choose your animals!”

Bonnie steps up first, pulling a piece of paper from the tin and smiling. “Duck. Okay, not bad,”

Michael goes next. “Deer? Oh, man,” Bonnie places a reassuring hand on their shoulder and tries an empathetic smile. 

Ass rolls their eyes and shoves them apart, reaching into the bucket and rifling around for a good card for at least three minutes while the other campers watch in annoyance. 

“Just pick the damn card already!” Patrick shouts. Ass turns to shoot him a glare and he whimpers. 

They pull out a slip of paper, smirking back at the crowd. “How hard could it be- probably just trapping squirrels- Oh,” their smile drops as they read their card- bear. Chris chuckles. 

“Ooh, me next!” Staci says, rushing up and grabbing a card from the pile. “Beaver! Aww, they’re cute.”

The Canadians in the group wince at her. “What?”

Julia gets a frog- McLovin gets a chipmunk (much to his relief)- and Patrick gets a raccoon. Chris leads them out to the boathouse to gather supplies. 

“You get 60 seconds to grab all the things you might need to trap your animal,” Chris says, gesturing to the boathouse. “Then you’re off! Oh, and loser gets to clean the communal bathrooms.”

The campers gasp and run into the boathouse, digging through it frantically. Ass drags Julia in and forces her to carry out a few crates, dumping them on the sand outside. Michael scans the room, thinking to herself before spotting the deer outfits from earlier that season. Bonnie finds another net, but Patrick snatches it before they can. 

“Ooh, almost got it,” he taunts before running outside. Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

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BONNIE: “I like Patrick. I do, honest. He’s really funny, especially when he trips on stuff and then cries about scuffing his fancy leather shoes. But he’s definitely not what I’d call ‘friend material’.”

---

“Here,” Michael offers, holding up a purple tin of duck bait. 

Bonnie’s eyes widen. “Oh, nice find!” 

“Coming through!” Staci yells, barrelling into the boathouse and grabbing everything she can in a flash of pink. Before Bonnie can even accept the duck bait, it’s gone from Michael’s hand. 

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STACI: “I know nothing about beavers besides those cute little informational brochures from the petting zoo. But I do know that now that I’ve lost my chance to be first boot, go bald, and I keep forgetting stuff about my family tree, it’s time to focus on winning,”

---

Bonnie leaves the boathouse empty handed and sighs as they see Julia and Ass digging through a few crates of supplies that they’re hoarding like dragons, hissing at anyone who gets close. 

Patrick walks away with his net, smirking back at the crowd as they dig through what they found. Michael walks in the opposite direction, holding the deer gear and a box of sugarcubes. She stops just before she leaves, seeing Bonnie empty-handed, and backtracks a little. 

“I know you work alone and all, but I could probably help you get a duck, it's the least I can do,” Michael offers. 

Bonnie shrugs. “Fair enough. But let’s deal with you deer problem first,”

“Ugh, all of this is useless!” Ass says, throwing away a shovel. “How does Chris expect us to trap a bear with this junk!”

“Um, us?” Julia almost laughs, picking up a bucket and a tin of live bait.

“Yes, us. This is what friends are for, remember?” They snap. Julia has no reaction. “Okay, fine! Go trap your dumb frog and meet me back at the mess hall in thirty minutes.”

Julia shrugs and walks off. 

Staci sorts through their pile of goodies, humming to themselves as they set off a few wooden planks to the side. Ass leaves, making them the only camper remaining at the boathouse. 

“Um, dude, you better get going,” Chris says. “Everyone else left ages ago- don’t you have a great-great-great-whatever trapper in your family?”

She rolls her eyes with a smile. “Probably. But I don’t know anything about that, I’m an engineer,” she holds up a hammer. 

---

McLovin stumbles through the woods, looking around for any sign of life. He doesn’t seem too worried about his assigned animal- after all, it’s just a chipmunk. Instead, he takes his time, swinging around the plastic pail and dragging the garden hoe he’d picked up from the boathouse while whistling a tune. 

After a bit of walking, he steps into a clearing. “Perfect,” he says, and drops his supplies. 

---

Michael and Bonnie sit in a tree branch somewhere in the woods, swinging their legs back and forth and chatting idly. No animal has come by in some time, but the two have already forgotten about the challenge anyway. 

“And I guess I was just like, so desperate to escape my crappy home life that I just threw myself at anyone who gave me attention, good or bad,” Michael says, plucking a leaf off of the tree and running her thumb over the smooth surface. “I got lucky with Max, but I dealt with a lot of nasty people along the way.”

“I’m like, the complete opposite. I was so against the idea of making friends that when Caesar came along, it took me completely by surprise. It’s why his elimination was so hard for me- I hadn’t even fully processed having a friend at all, let alone was I prepared to lose one so suddenly,” Bonnie sighs. “I’m trying to be more open, though. And like, nice, I guess.”

Michael smiles. “You have a lot of internal walls built up, huh? Avoidant attachment style?”

“I have no idea what that means,”

She shrugs. “I don’t really, either. Max throws around a lot of psychology terms I don’t fully get. It’s kind of cute,”

“I personally don’t see it, but whatever makes you happy,” Bonnie says. “At least it’s not that pool noodle everyone else is drooling over.”

Michael goes pale for a moment, and then laughs nervously. Luckily, a rustling from the bushes below puts a halt to the conversation and they both look down as a deer steps directly under the tree to get to the pile of sugarcubes below. Bonnie nods, and Michael stands on the branch before jumping down onto its back. 

It huffs and begins bucking its hind legs, throwing Michael around. She tries to hold on for a few minutes, but it eventually throws her off. Bonnie winces and hops down as the deer runs away, helping Michael up from the bushes. 

“Okay, ow,” she says, picking a few thistles from her skirt. “That was harder than I thought it’d be. I’m not getting out of here alive.”

“Hm,” Bonnie thinks for a moment. “I’m not super great at offering advice, but when I’m in a tough situation, I like to ask myself what Caesar would do. So… what would Max do?”

Michael sighs. “I’m not sure if that proverb is applicable here. Max would probably get so frustrated he’d start crying. But… maybe you do have a point,”

Bonnie watches in an awkward confusion as Michael closes her eyes and clenches her fists. “I want to win. I want to win. I want to win,”

She takes a few deep breaths and then opens her eyes again, smiling at Bonnie. “I think I have a plan,”

---

Julia steps into a swampy, muddy area, bucket in hand as she scans the area. She delicately steps around the large puddles of dirty water and mud to avoid getting her shoes wet. 

She has no way of checking the time, so she’s been counting down the seconds in her head. “One thousand two hundred and four, one thousand two hundred and three, one thousand two hundred and two…”

---

JULIA: “Okay, so I hate Natalie, and I hate their stupid "too cool for school" attitude. But look at who’s left- goth thing, terminally online, that green haired freak, the most pathetic man I’ve ever met, and McLovin, all of whom are gonna come for me first if I lose this alliance.”

---

“One thousand one hundred and eighty seven, one thousand one hundred and eighty six- hey!” Julia shouts in delight, spotting a frog embedded in a mud puddle nearby. “Piece of cake.” she smirks, creeping up to it, bucket overhead. 

She slams the bucket down, but just before it can hit the ground the frog leaps onto her face, sending her backwards and splashing her in mud. 

“Oh, great! This was my last clean shirt! You’re gonna pay for this!” Julia snaps, standing and chasing the frog as it hops away.

---

Patrick steps into an unfamiliar part of the forest, far from camp and far from where any raccoons might live. He sighs, folding up the net and slinging it over his shoulder as he walks, cupping his mouth to shout. 

“KITTY!” he yells. “KITTY!”

Nothing besides a flock of birds flying away in the nearby trees. He sighs again, slicking back his hair before brushing off a flat-ish boulder and taking a seat, crossing his legs and waiting in silence. 

After a few minutes, a skittering noise catches his attention and he smiles as Kitty pops up from the underbrush, shaking off a few roaches and ants like a dog. 

They stand on two legs and take a seat next to him, folding their hands in their lap and smiling. “Hiya!” they say. 

Patrick pats their head like one might a dog. “Hey, Kit. Happen to know where I could bag a raccoon?”

“Oh, yeah, they’re all over! Here!” Kitty drops to all fours again and rushes off into the woods, Patrick standing and following in close pursuit. 

---

Ass checks the time on their watch- it’s already been forty-five minutes, and nothing. They huff, kicking a rock and walking out of camp, grumbling about that no-good Julia. 

As they storm through the forest in search of their ally, they hear a faint giggling from behind a few bushes and curiously poke their head into a clearing. In it is an odd combination of items- a tiny pebble-lined path, an acorn, a garden hoe, and a bucket propped up with a stick. 

They raise an eyebrow. “Hello?”

Someone gasps in surprise and stands up suddenly, hitting their head on a low-hanging tree branch and groaning. Seconds later, McLovin stands, rubbing his head. 

“Oh, Ass. Hey,” he says. 

“Hi, MC. What’s this?” 

He looks around at the setup and then smiles confidently, crossing his arms over his chest. “My trap. Built it myself,”

“Okay… um, how exactly is this a trap?”

McLovin ducks out from his hiding spot and walks over to Ass’ side to navigate them through the course, pointing out the various fixtures. “Here’s the idea- the chipmunk will walk into the clearing, right? He’ll see the acorn and he’ll walk down the path I made trying to get it. When he has it, he’ll be so distracted eating that he won’t notice the hoe- when he steps on it, it’ll hit him in the face and he’ll either pass out, or get dizzy enough to trip and fall into the bucket, knocking over the stick and trapping him! It's fool-proof!”

Ass blinks.

---

ASS: “Look at who’s left- those two “alternative” things, crybaby Pattie, miss “thinks she’s sooo smart”, the pink chick and McLovin, who’s only still here because no one hates him enough to vote him out. He's kind of like the pet of the group. I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t died of tetanus yet,"

---

Ass smiles. “Seems like you’ve got things figured out here. Wanna take a break and help me out for a sec?”

McLovin raises an eyebrow. “What about Julia?”

“I gave her the day off, she’s been working so hard, you know? But I could really use some help,”

“Hm… well, if you’re sure! No way any chipmunk is getting out of my invention!” McLovin smiles confidently. “I’d love to help!”

---

Michael slowly backs out of the woods, tail and antlers on and palm full of sugar cubes that she’s methodically dropping. Bonnie watches from afar as a small doe follows her, trailing the snack. 

---

MICHAEL: “Okay, admittedly, I don’t know anything about deer, so I just kinda thought, how would I trap McLovin? He’s fragile and easily frightened, so I’d have to give the impression of safety. Secondly, he loves candy, so if I wanted to bring him somewhere, I’d have to offer a sugary reward. Third, he’s scared of loud noises and sudden movements, so I'd have to be quiet and predictable. Easy enough,”

---

“Open the cage,” she whispers to Chris as she approaches the wooden trap at the campfire pit. “Open the cage!”

The host shrugs and opens the door, allowing Michael to toss the rest of the sugar cubes inside and slam it shut. “Yes, yes!” she whisper-shouts. “I get the dinner! I won!”

Bonnie catches up with her, and the two high-five. “Okay, now let’s go get that duck,”

---

Staci hovers over the entrance of a beaver dam, holding a surprisingly complex trap made of wood, scrap metal, and netting up by a rope. By now, she’s been waiting for a few hours for the beavers to swim out from their underwater grotto, and so far she’s still patient and quiet. 

A small crunching of twigs has them hold their breath as a large beaver swims out of the hole- Staci drops the contraption into the water, covering it, and pulls out a remote with two large buttons. She presses one and a glass floor slides out, concealing the box. 

Staci pulls it out of the water with the trapped beaver inside, smiling. 

---

STACI: “I’ve learned a lot about myself on this show, honestly. Like, was the original Staci a mechanical genius? No, but I am! And that’s fine, I don’t need to be just like Staci to feel like myself. I can be a little bit of everything, even if that means just being another version of Staci, a mix of passions and interests and family history that makes me both!”

---

Staci jogs off into the woods back to camp, contraption and beaver in hand. They smile proudly as they run, giving a reassuring wave to the beaver inside. “Don’t worry little guy, I’ll have you back home in-”

They bump into something and stumble backwards, their heavy box causing them to drop onto their butt. “Hey!” they say, looking up to see Patrick and… someone else. As their eyes adjust to the contrast from the figures and the sky, they gasp. “Kitty?”

“What’re you doing out here?” Patrick asks sharply. There’s a sleeping raccoon in Kitty’s arms. 

“Patrick, how long have you known Kitty is still on the island- and- have they been helping you?”

Patrick glances at Kitty, then back to Staci. He sighs, taking the raccoon from them and shaking his head. “I was hoping no one would find us yet,”

Kitty starts stalking up to them, smiling. Staci’s eyes widen. 

---

“No hard feelings, right?” Patrick grins as he and Kitty walk back into the woods, leaving Staci hanging upside down from a tall tree branch in a makeshift trap. Their beaver cage hangs beside them, the creature inside chittering nervously. 

Staci glares as the two walk away. 

---

Julia grumbles, walking through the woods with a croaking frog resting on her mud-covered head. She’s coated in dirt and brownish water, soaked and caked in scum as she sulks down the trail back to camp. 

“Hey! Hey!”

Julia stops, looking around the path for a few moments before realizing the sound is coming from above. She looks up to see Staci, still hanging from the tree. “Um… got caught in your own trap?” she laughs. 

“Patrick put me up here. He’s been lying to everyone- he has a secret ally!” 

She raises an eyebrow. “Who?”

“I’ll tell you once me and Dawn are down!”

Julia blinks. “You named your beaver?”

“She needed a name. She’s an animal, not a prisoner,” Staci snaps. “Now help us down!”

Julia puts her frog in her pocket and begins scaling the tree. “Alright, alright,” she reaches the branch after a few moments of struggling to climb, untangling Staci from the trap and helping her and Dawn down. 

Staci takes a moment to regain their balance after being upside down for the past twenty minutes, and then immediately begins running back to camp. “Come on, we have to get there before Patrick!”

“Jeez,” Julia says, running after her. 

---

JULIA: “Okay, admittedly I haven’t been paying much attention to the more… sanity-challenged campers, but what happened to the cute and silly Staci?”

---

Patrick arrives at the campfire pit, Kitty gone and raccoon in tow. He opens the door and tosses in, but groans angrily as he sees a deer already inside. 

“Sorry, man, but at least you’re not cleaning the bathrooms,” Chris smiles. “Oh, and here comes Julia and Staci!”

Patrick blinks as he sees the two running up with their animals, both glaring at him. Chris opens the door, Julia setting her frog inside and Staci pressing the other button on their remote, opening the door and allowing the beaver in. “Both of you are safe from communal bathroom scrubbing!”

“OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” a distant voice shouts. Chris does as he’s told (for once) as Ass and McLovin come running, bear in close pursuit. The two manage to jump out of the way just as it runs inside, and Chris slams the door behind it, chuckling as Chef tranqs it with a dart gun nearby. 

“Wow, that’s a first. How’d you do it?” 

McLovin groans and collapses. Ass smiles. “Live bait,”

“Coming through!” Michael yells as she and Bonnie run up to the campfire pit, both trying to hold a very angry duck. It snaps and quacks at them until they toss it inside with the rest of the creatures, both panting. 

“Bonnie, looks like you were the last to get your animal inside the cage…” Chris says. Bonnie’s face drops. 

“...Is what I would say if I saw a chipmunk in there, which I do not. Which means McLovin will be on bathroom duty tonight.” 

McLovin’s eyes snap open. “My trap!”

---

Somewhere in the woods, a passed-out chipmunk lies beside a half-eaten acorn and a garden hoe skewed to the side. 

---

“Sorry, dude,” Chris chuckles, handing him a broom and dustpan. 

---

The inside of the mess hall is lively with chatter as everyone who Michael invited to join her dinner eats and talks over the amazing food Chef prepared, completely fish-free. 

Ass and Julia smile as they walk up to the door, but they’re promptly stopped by Michael blocking the entrance. “No way. This is a friends-only function. You two would be lucky if I consider giving you the leftovers,” 

Ass glares. 

---

ASS: “Okay, so, normally, I’d be convincing everyone to vote off Julia after what happened today. But I still need an ally and frankly, that Michael has been posing a big threat since losing that dweeb suddenly made her competent.”

---

“Okay, changed my mind,” Ass huffs, grabbing Julia’s wrist and dragging her behind them. “We’re not voting Patrick tonight. I say we target Michael.”

“But no one’s gonna vote for her. They’re all inside chumming it up,” Julia insists, jabbing her thumb backwards. 

“Not quite. We just need two votes to win the majority- McLovin will side with us no problem, he’s pretty easy to manipulate. Maybe we can convince Staci, too,”

Julia shakes her head. “Staci’s voting Patrick, like I promised I would, too. But maybe… maybe we can get him on our side…”

“Finally, a good idea from you,” Ass smiles. “I’ll go talk to him.”

---

Patrick knocks on the cabin door before entering without waiting for a response, looking around to make sure his targets are there. 

Sure enough, Michael and Bonnie are sitting on the bunks, talking amongst each other. They both raise an eyebrow as Patrick comes in. “What now?” Bonnie sighs. 

He smiles. “We’re voting Staci tonight,”

“Um,” Michael stares. “Says who?”

“Says Nattie out there, who’s rallying everyone to vote for her,” he points directly at Michael. “They’re not exactly happy about being snuffed, and they’ve already got Julia and McLovin on their side. I said I’d vote with them, but I have… bigger problems right now.”

“How is Staci a problem?” Bonnie asks, squinting at him. 

“It’s complicated. Point is, if you want to stay, you’ll need a tie. Staci’s already voting for me. If I get your votes, you and her will be even,” Patrick says. “Do we have a deal?”

Michael frowns for a moment, looking to Bonnie, who sighs. “Fine,”

“Excellent. I’ll try to, um, persuade McLovin to join our side, just in case,” Patrick grins, walking out into the night. 

---

“Most of you did a good job trapping your animals today- most of you. Some of you did a good job cleaning the bathrooms instead!” Chris smiles. McLovin’s head hangs. “But only one of you is going home, and oh, boy, do we have quite the show for you. Normally, I’d keep things anonymous, but the votes are juicy tonight, so I’m going to read them out loud!”

The campers look around uncomfortably. 

“Alright- let’s see…” Chris says, holding up a sheet of paper and putting on a pair of fake reading glasses. “Ass voted for Michael… Julia voted for Michael...” Ass smiles at Julia. “JMichael voted for Staci…”

Staci rolls her eyes, not surprised in the least until Chris continues. “Bonnie voted for Staci… Staci voted for Patrick… McLovin voted for himself…”

Patrick and Ass both turn to McLovin and glare. He seems to shrink in size as he cowers. 

---

MCLOVIN: “I was going to vote for Michael, I swear, but then Patrick came in and said all this scary stuff about twisting my limbs into knots. But Staci is still my friend, and I-I just couldn’t choose a side!”

---

“And the final vote from Patrick is for…” Ass returns to smiling confidently while Julia frowns slightly. “...Staci. Michael, you’re safe… for now.”

Staci sighs, standing. Patrick waves goodbye merrily as she begins walking to the docks. Ass stands and storms over to him, hands on their hips. “You no-good, backstabbing little worm!”

He shrugs. “Make crappy allies, win crappy prizes, your majesty,”

They growl before turning to McLovin. “And you- grow a goddamned spine already!”

McLovin winces as they storm off, dragging Julia behind them. 

---

STACI: "Okay, so, that sucked, but I guess I should've seen it coming. I have no idea how I made it this far in the first place! But I did learn, like, a lot about myself, and now I don't even need to bring up my relatives, or even the original Staci- I mean, I've eaten literal garbage, I invented a humane automatic beaver trap (which I'm totally patenting before this airs, by the way), I've competed in death-defying stunts and met some crazy people. And those experiences are mine, not Staci's, not my relatives or friends. They're Alex's, and you know what? I'm proud to be myself just as much as I am proud to be Staci." they cross their arms with a smile as the footage cuts out.

---

Chris pops up. “Who’s going home next? And who will pathetically wriggle their way out of making hard choices? Find out next time, on Total! Takes! Island!”

[quantomeno]

I was tagged by @speedygoreman to do this.

As far as I can tell, you're meant to pick from one of my favourite female characters. You can use whatever criteria you like, or just pick the only one you know.

I'll put info about them under a read me because some of them might be a bit not well known, in case you want to weigh up why I like them before you pick.

Also you can only put 12 options so not only have I had to pick only one character from each book/show/game, I have had to leave out a lot of really good female characters I love. This is cruel and mean.

Hahli: it was a toss-up between Hahli and Gali but ultimately I feel Hahli has better moments. Whether she's flirting with Jaller, facing down Karzahni, showing off her more brutal side in the Pit or sharing a quiet moment of reflection with Kopeke, she is amazing.

Clarice Bean: Lauren Child writes such fun characters and Clarice Bean is no exception. I also love the way she talks and I still say "etc etc non-non-stop" and "naming no names, i.e. Grace Grapello". If I were the sort of person who'd diagnose fictional characters, I'd say she comes across as having ADHD (to some extent) and her diary entries are full of little tangents and day dreams.

Bunnie: OK she's only on here because I used to pretend she was my girlfriend in Wild World. Then my younger sibling started a new game (in retrospect, giving a 5 year old (thereabouts) free reign of a DS was poor judgement, but still) and she was gone forever. Until she showed up in the campsite in New Horizons and now we are reunited and our houses are next door to each other. She's so cute and sweet and I love her.

Vera: she is a hard-nosed detective with occasionally unorthodox techniques and an intuition that never misses. She is also an avid birdwatcher and she loves a cup of tea. She calls everyone pet or love and while she might look a bit like a grandmother, you underestimate her at your peril. Also she said trans rights (I'm not joking about this).

Katara: I really like water-themed female characters and so I was drawn to Katara the instant I saw her as a child. I feel she was better in my memory of her than when I rewatched the show, but she is still so cool. Like Hahli, she is a perfect water-themed character: she can be both calm and soothing, but when she's angry she can bring the full force of the ocean.

Lynne: no one has faced death as much as she has and kept such a bright attitude about everything. She's fiery and I love her and Sissel's banter. I just really like girls with energy and she has it in spades.

Ema Skye: enthusiastic, aspiring forensic scientist Ema is fun and all, but jaded detective Ema who hates her job is better. I love her interactions with Apollo and Klavier and it's fun to see her become a little less grouchy as the game progresses. She hasn't quite lost the spark from her youth and I like when it bubbles to the surface.

Fluttershy: she's cute and I relate to her being pretty shy myself but also really wanting to be kind and help others. Fluttershy does have her ups and downs in terms of stories she gets saddled with, and I would say I prefer watching Rarity over her, but Fluttershy has my heart and she is just too cute.

Emmy: I think Level 5 made a good choice pairing her with Layton because she fills the willing-to-resort-to-violence-if-necessary niche that Luke and Layton were missing. Also I love how she teases Luke and is competing with a literal child. She's strong, clever and even has a tragic backstory. What's not to love?

Josie: this book has a special place in my heart and so it was inevitable that I put Giuseppina on this list. I love her introspection, and I relate to her feelings a lot. I'd say more but then I'd start talking about myself too much. But she's such a romantic and it is such a joy to watch her develop her sense of self as the book progresses.

Elaine: I want to make it clear that I think all of the Seinfeld quartet are not good people, but that is the point of the show. Elaine is the part of us that wants to do good, that feels guilt but it's too much effort, or our actions fall short. She's not one to back down though and that's why I love her. She can be so pathetic and downtrodden, but can also be so biting and acerbic. She is just so fun to watch.

Lara Jean: when I first read this book I thought, wow, I am Lara Jean. She's a romantic and a daydreamer, but she is happiest at home baking or doing crafts. Not that I bake or do crafts as much as she does, but you get what I mean. Her pining ("longing is its own kind of perverse delight") just really made me empathise with her. Anyway I'm not here to talk about my unrequited crushes or about the times I've sent letters to people that told them I had crushes on them. She's another one I don't want to discuss too much because then I'll be discussing myself, but yeah, I like her a lot.

[dogvio]

a rabies scare that shook my town

Living next to the highway has always been troublesome for me and the family. Trucks and cars rolling through always rattled the roof and even woke me up sometimes in the middle of the night. Although, that wasn’t really what troubled me. I was more worried about the stretch of woods across the highway. 

Tall pines. Everywhere. Hell, I’ve been in there a lot with my dad but I’ve never wanted to be in there when the sun had already set. Get caught in there by 7pm? Pitch Black. Maybe your chances would be better with a high-powered torch but I never stuck around to find out. 

Grandpa would tell me about the animals in there too. We don’t really get bears around here, thank God, but wolves? Yup. The sounds of trucks scare ‘em off a lot but some get ballsy enough to cross the highway. Yeah you bet animal control is always on speed dial for us then. 

Though dad tells me he can handle it himself with a loaded .22. And give mom a heart attack? No thanks dad.

Things got a little weird toward the middle of September that year. I don’t really remember much of the newscast then but it was something about a rabies outbreak. Of course, people got a little on edge especially the folks who lived near the edge of the rest. People got weary about racoons and stray dogs spreading diseases and all.

Mom and Dad started putting on trail cameras around our property and even had motion detecting lights installed. We were pretty much set. 

I remember my grandpa being an absolute dweeb telling us there’s a bunch of dogmen - werewolves or even the chupacabra out there. Looking back at it now? That old coot was actually freaking right. Or at least, I thought he was. 

One bad night was enough to rattle all of us. There was a thunderstorm that knocked out the power in town and of course, mom and dad were quick to gather us in the living room. We had a generator, yes, but who in their right mind would walk out in the pouring rain with a torch barely able to light the way? Answer: my dad.

I didn’t wanna go out there but I also wanted to make sure my dad didn’t hurt himself. And where to begin with that literal shitstorm. It was raining so hard that we had to raise our voices a bit just so we could hear each other. Even in our coats, I could feel myself getting drenched by the second. 

It felt like forever before we made it to the generator shed. It wasn’t a 5-star hotel for us but definitely enough to keep the generator dry during times like this. We’d usually find stuff like possums and some birds taking shelter here during bad weather.

Something was wrong though. The shed would usually be shut before we’d get to it but the door was open. Didn’t seem like anyone was there. Dad went in with a torch in hand and looked for the crank to the generator. I followed in after a bit but a really horrible smell stopped me at the door. What smelled like a wet dog in the shed? 

Actually. 

What smelled like a wet dog and dead animal at the same time?

I tried to bounce the torch light in the shed just to get a good look. Rain on the shed’s roof was loud and the brief flashes of lightning filled the little cracks in the wood boards. 

Then dad stopped my hand. 

Something was in the shed with us. 

To one corner. To that one dark corner, I saw it. Hunched over a dead animal. It was uncomfortably contorted and I swear I could hear it chewing through bone and flesh. It was huge. We couldn’t move but no way in hell were we going to end up like that thing on the ground. 

My dad was slowly heading out the door, nodding towards the direction of the house and using his hand to herd me out. And then “THUMP”. My boot hit the door and I could’ve sworn that that thing’s head just snapped in our direction. 

Dad slammed the door behind him and pushed me toward the house. 

We ran like hell.

It howled. Or whatever that noise was. Like a cross between an animal and person screaming. 

It seemed like forever again. The lightning flashes were blinding and the sound of the thunder made it impossible to know if that thing was chasing us or not. 

We made it to the house. I got in first and my dad immediately locked the doors and shut the windows. No one was allowed to sleep in a separate room that night. Our family slept in the living room. My dad had a gun at the ready and we kept switching watches - just me and him. Mom had my little sisters in a blanket with her. 

The rain stopped at 1 am in the morning. Sometimes I’d doze off. 

Then I’d see it. 

I didn’t have the balls to go near the window just to move the curtains but I could see it. Still uncomfortably hunched. Its eyes glowing with a reddish glint.

Was that foam? Or saliva by its mouth? 

And the scent. God. That strong pungent smell.

It would step near the window for a bit. Taking in the air and I could feel my heart jump to my throat, trying not to make a sound that could make it burst through the window. 

I saw my dad raise up his shotgun - but even in the dark, I could see him shaking nervously at the sight of that thing. 

It kept doing the same thing for the rest of the night. 

Then it left. 

For the next few weeks, the town was on high alert. Sightings of large “dogmen” creatures were buzzing here and there. 

It made me think about a lot of things. Like moving out. Having to protect my family.

And one last thing that made me shudder. 

“Were those the things spreading rabies…?”

[magnusrosen-blog]

Blog 3  ” The Tree of life tour ”  With Green Cross for Sweden Rock Magazine:  

The morning was cool from the air conditioning machine that hangs just above the bed. The sleep this first night was much needed, I promise. After brushing the teeth, breakfast was on the table in the middle of the kitchen. The windows were open so a nice breeze of warm air filled the room. Freshly squeezed juice, fried egg and freshly baked bread. I what more could you wish for. The day had just begun and out there in the heat the day was waiting for us!

The bass was put in the car and so was my amplifier. Today we were going to visit a little farm where you grow organically, even with solar panels, compost stations to extract biogas! An invention Bengt and Mario worked on. This station is in many places in Brazil now. Also a water collection station where rainwater is taken care of.

They also had a common house which contained a large kitchen where people in the village gathered about 100 people for whom they prepared food. Helping each other belongs to humanity, well at least here with the poorer ones. Morality and thoughtfulness shine with their beautiful face catching up with the sun.

On this fine day, there was also some bass playing on the veranda, which was much appreciated.

We spent the evening in a restaurant next to a church in a large square down by a river. The green arms of the trees could probably serve as shade during the day. But now that the sun had set, the heat was just as perfect as it can be on some summer evenings.

The base is included in the car and the question came up. There was a troubadour playing beautiful calm Brazilian music. How would this be perceived with a little more extreme bass playing. Even though I have a lot of experience, I can promise that I could not have predicted this.

I plugged into the vocal system, took out the hair band that was collecting the hair! A toss of hair never hurts to draw attention! That was also the case this evening. Very successful with wonderful applause.

The next day! The air conditioning went full blast in the car while the heat was scorching outside. Father sun stood tall and fertilized mother earth and us humans with both D vitamins but also opportunities for electricity for solar panels. As well as all other life where the sun's rays cross the magical substances of life that are liquid and are called water 💧.

We are now on our way to a union where the bank and city representatives as well as professors growers and we who represent for   "The Tree of life tour" Even representatives of the giant farms that use artificial fertilizers (which is a good business for those who sell this fertilizer) but you are beginning to understand the importance of the smaller organic agriculture that is free from artificial fertilizers.

Here, rainwater is collected with a cheap investment so that the water does not just evaporate away. Then using, among other things, the water for micro-irrigation through hoses that water the vegetation in small, small places at each plant that mists the plant. In other words, you don't waste this magical substance of life that is spread with precision irrigation.

They also talk about agroforestry, where they make use of the trees' protection from the sun, which can also burn and dry out the soil. A farm in the forest under the trees.

Finally, man is beginning to understand the importance of cooperating with mother earth and the excellence of agriculture. A big step in a healthy direction towards the future that is the opposite of megacities, centralized agriculture that requires environmentally demanding transport, the annihilation of the small communities that at the same time enforce a concentration of power over man, animals and nature.

But now finally sound wise studies are starting to show the way for a sustainable world 🌎 where the cycle takes place already in the place where you use and see the importance of locally grown living.

It gives quality to the products that stay outside the genetically engineered vitamin-poor crops. As well as staying out of the artificial fertilization that requires fossil measures in the production that large-scale agriculture requires.

We have to open those beautiful eyes and question and at the same time be aware of what is happening in our world. Not everything is as it is presented.

In this very interesting context, culture was also offered in the form of healthy bass playing! A nice framing of the day that created a good feeling mixed with hope, healthy visions for a healthy future.

In the afternoon we visited Mario's wife's sewing shop! (Mario has been one of the cornerstones together with Bengt Carlsson for 30 years in "The Tree of Life tour" where more are also involved, but this will come to light after our adventure rolls on) Never played in such a store.

As I play for people, I answered yes to the question of drawing a bass there, to the great surprise and curiosity of the customers. For me, there are no bad places to perform music, but there are ordinary and different places, which means that a twinkle in the eye can never hurt.

Personally, I don't need a gold platter to make music on or to be confirmed through, but I play with love peace understanding in front of rich, poor, ordinary or unusual, the common denominator is brothers and sisters on mother earth where we all live and have different conditions.

Magnus 

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[lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog]

“It's like it was meant to be”- [Part 1] Siblings AU

it was just another day for Chosen and Dark to visit Alan's computer. the animator was on a family trip, leaving everything to the stick figures for themselves, while Chosen and Dark make sure they don't make a mess. Chosen was sitting on one of the computer files watching them playing Minecraft, it was their favorite hobby. Dark was bored and hugs Chosen from behind, "Choo~" he says in a tone of pure boredom, "can we do something fun? please??" he sounds in an exaggerated tone of despair, Chosen just laughs. "when I have time, I can't just not pay attention to my sibling while Alan is gone." This doesn't cheer Dark up, who makes a face of boredom, "but it's so boring!!" Dark says shaking his boyfriend's shoulders, Chosen laughs and takes his lover's hands off his shoulders. "When Alan comes back, we'll go out together and then we'll see if you'll get bored!" he playfully puts his finger on Dark's nose in a sweet way. "That's why I love you!" Dark caresses his beloved's face before giving him a tender kiss.

"Yuck! Get a room!" Blue yelled a little annoyed at the adorable affection between the elders, yellow laugh and Green covers Red's eyes who was clearly annoyed at his sibling treating him like a baby and slapping his hand to admire the cute love between Dark and Chosen with crossed hands. “Blue, come on!" Second defends his brother with his arms crossed, "let my brother and his boring boyfriend love each other! There's nothing wrong with that." Dark gasp feeling offended by the rude comment from his sibling-in-law. "See this Cho!! He's bullying me!!" Chosen laughs again and puts a hand on his partner's shoulder smiling, "he's just kidding" Dark crosses his arms turning his head to the opposite side.

"That's very childish of you sir Dark Lord!" Yellow says making fun of him, Dark gets a little more annoyed, "Look here! You're attacking an adult, who still has powers!! Don't mess with me!!” Dark creates a ball of energy in his hands, Red hides himself behind Second Coming, "don't exaggerate they're just kids, they're just making fun Darky" Dark blushes crossing his arms and sitting next to Chosen. “Woooon, he called you Darky! How cute!" Red says with an angelic look, Green laughs, "yeah, they're cute nicknames between lovers, when two people date they like to give each other nicknames!" He explains to Red who looks at him and Second with an innocent smile, "just like you call Second ‘Sec’ and they call you ‘Greeny’?" The youngest asks with his arms behind his back And a curiosity in the tone, and an innocence in the look. Green and Second both were embarrassed and laughing nervously, Second scratching the back of his head looking to the side and Green giving Red a nervous pat on the head, "N-not exactly like us! Dark and Chosen are boyfriends, and me and Second are just friends!" Green responds nervously looking to the side Second hearing this changes the expression of nervous and embarrassment to one of disappointment and almost sad. Chosen seems to have noticed the change in the sibling's expression.

"well, just don't make out! There's a room right in our house if you want to do that!" Yellow slaps the back of Blue's head in embarrassment, "OUCH!!! why did Yellow do that??" He questioned stroking the location of the beat, "That was a rather inappropriate comment, and you're embarrassing yourself!" Yellow responds coldly, the two begin to argue about it as Green approaches Second. "Sorry for Red's comments, he still doesn't understand much about relationships like Chosen and his boyfriend..." He says still a little nervous scratching one hand with the other looking down. “Hehe, no no, it's okay Grenny– I mean Green…" They for a second mentioned the nickname but excused themselves waving their hands nervously over their shoulders. Both laugh and each goes to their own corner. Second will craft some items on the crafting table, While Green goes, take a look at what he can do with note blocks.

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Chosen approaches the younger sibling, seeing that they was distracted looking at where Green was, in which he was doing yet another music project. Chosen looks at Green and then at his sibling, he can clearly see their expressions. A look Chosen knew all too well, and the one that made him smile with an affectionate look. It was love. Chosen chose to hug the youngest which took them by surprise, "w-wow Cho! What happened??" Second question confused by the action of the older brother. "I'm just happy without! You've finally fallen in love!" Second's face turns into a tomato it's so red and they lets go of ther older one, "w-what??!!” They ask embarrassed.

“W-what the hell are you talking about???" Second was defensive with their faces burning red. "I noticed the way you look at Green." This makes Second even more wormy and he covers his face with his hands giving a muffled scream. "What a shame!! Why did you have to notice??" They cry annoyed. Chosen laughs and puts a hand on their shoulder, "sib Not to want to be ashamed, this is common! I was already wondering when I was going to get a partner!" Second throws useless punches to his brother's chest that do nothing but make him laugh even more. "you shouldn't know!! No one should know!! These feelings are just fleeting! Soon they'll be gone and I don't have to worry about any of that!!!" They say with their hands on their reddened cheeks. Chosen is surprised, "you... don't want to feel like this...?" He questions bow his head, why wouldn't they want to feel something as magical and beautiful as love? "y-yeh, I don't want to feel this way!" They look down with clenched fists. "Loving my best friend... That sounds so wrong!" They joins a fist to Ther chest, "I can't have feelings for him! This is just passing and I'll forget about it in time!" They cross their arms still feeling their cheeks burning. Chosen looks disappointed, "Sec... I'm sure this isn't fleeting..." He says it in a comforting tone but not with a smile on his face, but a rather serious expression.

"You know, I felt this way about Dark before we dated...” Second looks at his brother who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, "Falling in love with your best friend..." He looks at Green and then at Second with a smile, "It's completely normal..." He shrugs his shoulders in a confident tone and walks over to his sibling. "Maybe it's not the right time now, but when will it be?" He puts his hands gently on Second's shoulders. "Tell me, when did you start to feel like this?" He sits Second in a chair next to them and crosses his arms all ears.

Second inhale and take a deep breath, that's a long story. "It was a few months ago..." They looks to the side, hands on Ther knees and low posture, "I realized how fun he is... I like listening to his music, I like hearing his voice and his laugh, I feel so light when I'm around him..." they looks up with a passionate smile. “But then I remember, he's my best friend..." They lowers his head wistfully, Chosen felt sympathetic, "He's kind, funny, silly sometimes..." They laugh with rosy cheeks, "I like being around him..." They put a hand to their cheeks. “He has his siblings... and I would never forgive myself for taking his focus away from that!" They shake their heads with their hands over their faces in embarrassment. "I... I love him..." They confused, a tear fell from their eye, Chosen wipes away the tear with a finger kneeling in front of Them. "Sec, I know how you feel, I feel wrong for falling in love with Dark at first, but... It's like it's meant to be!" Second sounds confused, raising an eyebrow,"I love him so much, and he makes me so happy! It was really hard for me to accept that, but when he confessed I was so relieved and happy!" Chosen had an excited and happy smile, Second, they swore they could see a tear almost falling from their brother's eyes. "sorry, remembering the best day of my life makes me emotional..." He wipes his tears on his shirt sleeves, Second smiles seeing that their brother is very happy, "Just know, that these feelings aren't bad, tell me more about how you feel..." The older one puts his hand on the younger one's shoulder.

"when he smiles, it makes me smile, when he's sad i want to hug him and tell him it's ok, when he's angry i help him calm down, i don't like to see him angry..." Second seems to feel more comfortable talking about it with their brother, "When I see him I always smile, when he's not around I feel alone, when he wants my company I get very nervous..." They laugh, Each time they spoke, the more they fell in love and the more comfortable they became. "He makes me feel so comfortable and happy... I..." They pause, take a deep breath and look into their brother's eyes, "I want to be with them..."Chosen smiles very emotional and proud, "I want to be a part of his life more than I already am!" He says with a confidence, But soon the confidence is gone and he curls up in his chair, hugging his legs very nervously, "B-but what if I'm not good for him?? I'm afraid he'll reject me! I'm afraid his siblings won't accept us both!! What if he doesn't feel the same???” They begin to fuss, with one hand on his head and the other on his chest he can barely fit in the chair anymore. "Hei hey!! Calm down..." Chosen calmly holds them by the shoulders, tries to calm them down, "You've got to get those insecurities out of your head! He clearly likes you a lot, and would never rudely reject you!" He says in a comforting tone. Second was very nervous, tearing up and hyperventilating very slowly, they take a deep breath trying to calm down. Chosen looks deeply into the younger's eyes before hugging them tight, Second is surprised but returns the hug trying not to cry.

"when you feel ready..." He pulls away from the sibling, "at least try asking him out!" He advises, Second sniffles, wiping tears into his uniform sleeve."ok..." They answer soundly uneasy. Chosen pats them with a gentle smile, As they smile awkwardly The older one moves away a little leaving the younger one behind to think about the current situation. Second looks down and looks at where Green was, he had just finished putting everything together for after finishing writing a new song and heading towards Second. Second aggressively wiped ther tears so that ther friend wouldn't see ther situation.

"Sec? Are you okay?" Green notices his friend's agitation in a worried tone, "a-ah! Y-yes I'm fine!" Second they get up from the chair, almost falling, Green holds them so they don't fall, in Which makes them very embarrassed and quickly moves away from their friend. "are you ok Sec?" Green looked worried about Second's state, "y-yes! I'm great!" he sniffles trying to look away but Green holds his face and pulls him close with half-closed eyes, "you..." Second cam trying to get away from their friend "were you crying..?" Green sounds very worried, noticing a redness around Second's eyes, "Sec, what happened? why are you crying?" he puts his hands to he puts worried hands on his friend's shoulders with concerned. "Second, tell me now, what's going on?" He gently places his hand on Second's face where he bit his lip, closing his eyes and holding his friend's hand looking for comfort. "I just... I don't..." He couldn't say anything and started to rant again, Green pats him on the back, "L-let's get some water and get some rest ok..?" Second nod their heads still having trouble breathing.

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In Second's room, the hollow head sat on the surface of their bed, their themed long shirt draped over the chair next to them and looking tired, they were looking down. Green approaches and gives him a glass of water sitting next to his friend circling their backs with a comforting hand. "Now Second, tell me what's going on.." Green asks in a serious but concerarnd tone. Second takes a deep breath and takes a sip of water, they look sideways at Green and their gaze was very worrying for him. "I... I've been feeling things I don't understand..." They look away trying not to look now Green. "Look at me second." Green almost gets up trying to look into their faces, "N-no! If I look at you I'll just think nonsense!!" Green is confused and stands up and stands in front of Second's face, "Second Coming! Tell me right now what's going on with you??" He puts his hands on Second's face gently. Second can't take it anymore and breaks down in tears, this makes Green even more worried and he hugs second with his friend wrapping his arms around his body.

"Shhh... calm, calm..." Green comforts him in a tight hug in which second didn't want to separate. the hug was warm, and they both liked the feeling, Green pulled away a little with his hands on Second's face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Second looked deep into Green's eyes, not wanting this feeling to go away. Never, they put their hand over Green's gently stroking it with their thumb. Second closes his eyes and gives a melancholy smile, only the feeling of Green's touch made them calm, Green blushes seeing Second's sweet smile and opens a small smile too. "I hate to see you sad Second..." Green sits next to Second keeping his hands on their faces and approaches them gently. "Your smile, your laugh, your charisma, your kindness..." He starts dictating the Second Coming qualities he loved most, "all this about you gives me joy..." He says with a sincere smile, Second blushes to hear such kind words coming from the person they love so much. "You're someone I care about a lot, and I don't want you to feel sad or bad..." He brought his forehead closer to Second's who was redder feeling their cheeks burning. "You are very special... Sometimes I wonder if you are real." He laughs blushing, "Just because..." He pauses looking deep into Second's eyes, "You're too good to be true...". Green feels the urge to just kiss them, but pulls away, thinking it would be very inappropriate or wrong to do so with his friend in such a state.

Second lays his head on Green's shoulder, one hand hugging him. "Thank you Green..." he whispers in a tearful tone, "thank you for being such an amazing friend... I... I love you..." They finally said it! They said it! Green feels his face getting hot, cheeks reddened, he tries to push Second away but realizes he's asleep on his shoulder. Green was now the one who was iperventilating He swallows and gently lays Second down on the bed, careful not to wake them up. Green's heart was racing, he couldn't accept that the person he loved most loved him back, he couldn't believe that Second felt the same way he did! He tries to calm himself by inhaling and breathing He tries to calm himself by inhaling and breathing, “they love me...?" Green whispers in shock still holding Second's hand tightly, “did they Just said they love me??" He covers his mouth closing his eyes and kneeling before Second sleeping. He was tearing up trying to process what had just happened, his cheeks rosy at the thought of finally knowing how second si felt about him. He looks at Second on the bed, an awkward smile and wiping the tears with his hands, he gets up and sits down beside them. He strokes Second's head gently, they turn calmly in bed feeling the gentle comfort of Green's hand touch them, they smile angelically.That sweet smile made Green's heart sing, he knew his feeling was mutual, and that was all that mattered to him. He bends down to give his beloved Second Coming a kiss on the head, "Sleep tight Sec..." He says patting their head gently.

Green leaves the room they look back at second which he remembered to cover with a very comfortable blanket, they still had a calm and adorable smile, Green couldn't resist smiling too Closing the bedroom door.

[To be continued ;3]

[stupidbeecandle]

Can you tell us more lighthouse strories? :)

Hmm. I made a few other lighthouse stories but I think a lot of them are harder to track down these days? I should probably just make a pinned post.

Stories: The lighthouse and the watch house were right next door to each other the same way you might put a shed out back if your shed was a three-story glowing tower that screamed at a decibel level akin to violence at predictable intervals. There was a white painted line, or maybe it was yellow? On the rocks in a circumference, you were never to cross because beyond that line the noise could permanently deafen you.

The house we stayed in had a rich history of tear-downs and rebuilds. The Atlantic ocean is not fond of houses and does its very best to destroy them with ice, tides, and occasionally very large rocks. It was two stories, downstairs there was a kitchen, a living room, and a gear-storage room where we had a bunch of fancy-schmancy equipment set up and either running, or ready to take out and run. Upstairs were the sleeping quarters but it was weird. At one point the house had belonged to a family with normal bedrooms, then some new owners came in and boarded up the upstairs into two gendered halves so that boys and girls couldn't touch each other in ungodly ways. Then some door-holes were cut in those shodily put up barriers so the upstairs kind of had a spirit-halloween popup store vibe with the construction.

No heat, no electricity or running water. Water was usually packed in on ships and the bathroom was converted to a compost system that was actually fairly well done. Fire stove and gas appliances that we shipped gas in with kept the downstairs super cozy so often we just slept there instead even though it was cramped and sometimes we wanted to kill each other. One of my teammates had the nastiest unwashed white girl dreads Id ever seen because she didn't take advantage of any of the camp hair-hygene options available and kept trying to convince us to dredge our hair with seawater and tie it in knots. Blessedly I had lost my sense of stank by a few days into expedition mode.

Once I lost my hat in the wind and it blew into the circle zone of bodily harm near the lighthouse and I timed my sprint so I could run in, get my hat and get out before it could go off again in what was a spectacularly stupid move, exactly the half brained shit you would expect from an 18 year old with no thoughts in her head.

The moose washed up but so did a leatherback turtle which took a lot longer than the moose to clean and prep. We never killed animals but we often recorded the contents of dead ones and used/sold/donated bones and things to museams, researchers and various societies. We all hated the turtle, while the moose brought us together in a task of madness and hubris, no one wanted to touch the turtle and it was the most cursed task on the island for some time.

Various sea birds (assholes) were the main species living on the island. You had to walk with one hand raised above your head in a fist at nearly all times when they were nesting because the assholes were stupid and would attack the highest part of your body thinking it was your head. You would wear a glove or use an umbrella if you knew you would have to be out there for more than a few minutes.

All of the food was vegan and I hated it. We had a joke that if you threw the vegan scrambled eggs on the ground they would bounce higher than the hight you threw them from. They didn't bounce that high but they did bounce suspiciously high.

The other lighthouse I stayed at had a fancy helipad we could all sit out on made of wood. On off days we would sun ourselves. For some reason despite only a 3 hour difference between the islands great duck island was green and sometimes nice while great rock island was grey and bitterly cold.

Thgis lighthouse had electricity but still no plumbing. It was a much larger research station with at least one permanent resident but I didn't stay long. they studied burrowing owls, horribly invasive rabbits, ruins from early new england settlers and a now feral cow population the settlers just left for some reason.

Its bizarre to be warned about the dangerous cows that lurk in the woods nearby and how they can appear and disappear into the trees faster than you will realize it. It is even more bizarre to be walking in the woods planting your little pink flags to mark burrows when out of nowhere there is a huge godamn cow in front of you that is blessedly more afraid of you than you are of it as it slowly backs back into the trees and disappears.

Loved the research lighthouse life and the cool stories I got to be a part of. Unfortunately decided that it was not what I wanted to dedicate my life to for various reasons tumblr wouldn't find interesting.

For people who are super interested in lighthouse adventures, look up college of the atlantic where I was a student when I had my cool lighthouse adventures (they have a kickass program)

For people who just want to get the fuck away from everyone, enjoy some nature and live a nice quiet life I much more highly recommend checking out forestry jobs.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

Paul's Lullaby | part one

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

[hispipsqueak]

Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. 

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!” 

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!” 

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers. 

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The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him. 

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?" 

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin. 

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."  

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.  

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him. 

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!" 

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?" 

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach. 

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort. 

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya. 

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits. 

Oblivious, you plated the food. 

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name. 

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close. 

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

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Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

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As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

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The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch. 

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them. 

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips. 

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back. 

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.” 

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face. 

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.” 

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock. 

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high. 

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

[beelsnack]

I Put A Spell On You - Obey Me Boys and A Witch MC

I may have mentioned it in an ask or something before, but I'm actually a practicing witch. (Sorry, Mammon.) So, in honor of spooky season, I bring you witch MC!

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Lucifer: "Can I ask you something?"

Lucifer looked up from the report he had been working on. In the House of Lamentation, hearing that question was very rarely followed by anything but disaster. He bit back the urge to sigh and turned to look at the human. "You may."

"Have you ever been summoned by a witch?" the human set down their pen. They had taken refuge in Lucifer's room in an attempt to actually get their homework done, and had been working diligently up until this point. "Like, successfully."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't. I doubt any mortal witch would have the power to actually summon me."

"That's what I thought," they leaned back in their chair, stretching.

"What brought this on?"

"A witch I know up in the Human Realm swore up and down that he had, quote unquote, ‘summoned Lucifer himself.’ No one believed him anyway, but I figured I would ask just to confirm my suspicions.”

“No, it is highly unlikely that a mortal witch would have the magical power to summon me,” Lucifer chuckled darkly. “Although many have tried.”

“What happens to them when they do?” they asked, completely abandoning their work at this point. Part of Lucifer wanted to reprimand them for getting distracted, but he couldn’t deny that he liked having their attention on him. “Do you curse them or something?”

“I do nothing,” he smirked as they got up to lean against his desk. Perhaps he could stand to take a break as well. “The minor demons they actually summon, however, often have their fun with those foolish enough to try.”

“Oh, I’ll bet the Little Ds have a blast with them, huh?” the human grinned.

“Ask Number Two about the time he possessed a ouija board and convinced a human they would die if they ever wore the color blue again.”

Laughing, the human moved to return to their spot at his coffee table where they had spread out all of their study materials. Lucifer, however, had different plans.

“Oof!”

In one quick, fluid motion, he had grasped the human around the waist and tugged them into his lap. The movement had mussed up their hair, and he affectionately moved a few strands out of their face to see their adorable pout.

“You know, my dear, you are the only human witch able to summon me. You should wear that fact like a badge of honor.”

Mammon: “Now that’s just playin’ dirty!”

The human had to make a concentrated effort not to laugh at Mammon. “Yeah, they really didn’t have to go that far. They already have you by the balls.”

“They do not!” Mammon growled, crossing his arms. “Nobody has control over The Great Mammon!”

“Except for the multitude of humans who you made pacts with because they promised you a few bucks.”

“Wow, okay.”

Shaking their head, they gently plucked the doll out of Mammon’s palm. It was a standard poppet, made out of cloth. “Why don’t you just have Lucifer or Satan undo the curses?”

“Because,” Mammon huffed. “Human magic is different from demon magic. None of us know the first thing about it.”

“You just don’t want to admit to anyone that the witches pulled one over on you again.”

“Can you fix it or not?”

Smothering another laugh, they brought the poppet closer to examine it. Aside from the basic filling, it felt like there were some stones in there, and they thought they smelled some herbs.

“So, basically all you need to do is remove whatever link they used to bind the doll to you,” they muttered, more to themself than anything. “Usually it’s hair, nail, a drop of blood if they’re feeling particularly nasty…”

“That’s what they were doin’?”

The human looked up, tilting their head. “What?”

“One of the witches was bein’ real nice to me,” Mammon sighed. “Patting me on the head when I dropped off some money for them. Shoulda known she was trying something fishy!”

“Okay, that answers that.” they made their way over to their desk, plopping down in the chair. “So she probably pulled out some of your hair and put it inside the doll. So all we have to do it get it out, this thing becomes a regular old doll, and voila, curse broken.”

“How do we do that?” Mammon asked, peering over their shoulder as they reached into their drawer. His blue eyes widened when they pulled out a pair of scissors. “Whaddaya plan on doin’ with those?”

“Mammon, this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Wha - ack!”

Mammon doubled over in pain at the same time the human cut open a slice on the doll’s belly. There, right in the center of the stuffing and stones - and there were herbs in there, they had been right! - was a little bundle of white hair, tied with a piece of twine.

“Ah-ha!” they plucked the bunch out of the doll, and Mammon just barely managed to catch himself on the corner of the desk before he went crashing to the floor.

“Holy shit, human, I’m gonna fuckin’ hurl.”

“Do it somewhere that isn’t my room, please.”

Leviathan: “Levi, I don’t know how to tell you this, but ‘witch’ and ‘magical girl’ aren’t the same thing.”

Ever since they let it slip that they practiced witchcraft, Levi had obsessively forced them to watch every magical girl anime he could think of. It was his way of relating to them, they were sure, but it was starting to get a little out of hand. There were only so many variations of the magical girl trope in existence.

Levi frowned at them. “It’s not?”

“Well, for one, I don’t own a super cute lolita dress.”

“Do you want me to make you one?”

The human laughed. “Somehow I don’t think showing up to a coven meeting wearing a pink loli dress will make the others take me very seriously.”

“What about blue?”

“Leviathan.”

“Fine, fine,” he huffed. “So if it’s not like in the anime, what is human magic like?”

“A lot more boring than demon magic, honestly.” the human shrugged, turning back to the monitor. Since they had put their foot down against watching Madoka, the two of them were rewatching Sailor Moon. “A lot of using herbs and crystals and energy. Really symbolic.”

“That is boring,” Levi scowled. “You don’t even get a transformation sequence.”

“I’m just as mad about it as you are, dude.”

Satan: “Holy shit, Satan, that is a ton of books.”

THe demon had no reason to look as proud as he did as he sat the stack of books on the table in front of him. “This isn’t even all of them. Some of them are cursed, so I let them be for now.”

“That’s...both impressive and concerning.” the human picked up a book off the top of the pile. “Whoa, it’s even handwritten!”

“I’ve collected my fair share of grimoires over the millennia.” Satan took a seat across from them, watching as they turned each page with reverence. “I believe that one is from a Scottish witch from the 16th century.”

“Should I be wearing gloves or something?” they cradled the book like it was made of glass. “This is historic, Satan.”

“I’ve cast the appropriate spells on them to prevent them from decaying, don’t worry.” Satan laughed. “Although your concern is appreciated.”

“I could learn so much about the craft from these,” their voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide as they scanned each page like it contained the secret to eternal life. “This is...wow…”

The look of utter rapture that the human had on their face was endearing, and Satan couldn’t help but smile softly at them. “Feel free to peruse them whenever you like. They deserve to be appreciated.”

“You mean it?” they looked up with hope sparkling in their eyes. “Thank you so much, Satan!”

“Of course,” he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “That look on your face is worth any price.”

Asmodeus: “I have a gift for you!”

Asmo poked his head up from where he had buried it in his D.D.D. The human stood next to the couch, arms clasped behind their back and a giddy smile stretching across their face. Asmo could practically feel them vibrating from excitement.

“Ooh, for me? Darling, you shouldn’t have!” He pocketed his phone and gave them his full attention. “What is it?”

They held out their hands, revealing the treasure they had been hiding. “Ta-da!”

Asmo carefully picked up the chain from their palms. Dangling from the end of it was a small bottle, wrapped carefully in wire and turned into a pendant. Tiny, translucent pink stones sat inside, nestled in a layer of salt and herbs. The magic surrounding it was faint, as most human witchery was, but it was so uniquely them that Asmo could just about cry.

“Oh, darling, you made me a love charm!” he exclaimed, immediately slipping the necklace on. “It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much!”

The human smiled. “I’m glad! I wasn’t sure what to do with the rose quartz, but I knew you would love them, so I figured I would make you something! Not that I really think a love charm would work on you, but I figured you would appreciate the aesthetic.”

Asmo laughed, reaching forward to cup the side of their face gently. “You don’t need to use a love charm on me, darling. I’m already captivated by you.” His other hand came up to touch the pendent resting against his collarbone. “This will just serve as a reminder of how spellbound you’ve made me.”

Beelzebub: When they had first described themself as a “kitchen witch,” Beel had thought that they meant they were a really good cook.

And while that was true, they also were literally a kitchen witch.

“Basil for protection...oregano to ward off negative magic...there, that should do it.”

To Beel, it just looked like they were making pasta. Which was never a bad thing. But they chose which herbs to season it with such intention and purpose, Beel knew it was more than that.

“Do herbs really have magic?” he asked, leaning on the counter next to the stove while the human worked on magic dinner. “I’ve never thought of them as particularly magical.”

“It’s more of a human thing,” they said, sprinkling the last of the oregano over the pot of sauce. “We don’t get the flashy sparks and all that, so we had to develop our own magic.”

“Hm…” Beel regarded the pot with curiosity. “Is that why your cooking is so good?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” they laughed, swatting at his hand as he slowly approached the pot. “You aren’t sneaky, Beel.”

“Can I just have a taste?”

“Your ‘taste’ is drinking the whole pot like it’s soup.” they rolled their eyes. “I haven’t even started cooking it yet! It’s cold!”

Beel pouted, looking every bit the kicked puppy. “But I want to taste your magic.”

“You can taste my magic when dinner’s ready.”

Belphegor: On nights when he couldn’t sleep, Belphie usually ended up with the human.

Sometimes it was just him wiggling his way into their bed and cuddling with them until he felt sleepy. But tonight, it looks like they were sharing a case of insomnia.

So that was how he ended up sitting on the human’s floor with his hand in their lap as they studied it like it was a textbook.

“So? What do the squiggly lines of destiny tell you about me?”

“That you’re a little bitch.” they shot back, running their thumb over the center of his palm. “You have a lot of crosses on your heart line.”

“Which means?”

“You’re emotionally fucked up.”

Belphie snorted. “I could have told you that one.”

“You’re the one who came in here and wanted to see some human magic, I don’t want to hear any complaining.” they let go of his hand. “The only reason I’m breaking out the salt and candles is to banish your demonic ass from my room.”

“You know that only works on lesser demons.”

“Anything will work as banishment if I throw it hard enough.”

Diavolo: This...felt kind of pointless, honestly.

They knew it was mainly because of Diavolo’s obsession with human culture. But doing a Tarot reading for the Crown Prince of Hell seemed like a waste of everyone’s time.

Well, regardless, a summons from Diavolo was not to be ignored, so they had dutifully gathered up their cards and made their way to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“You know,” they began hesitantly. “If you want to know the future, you have a time-manipulating butler right there.”

Barbatos, ever watchfully, chuckled and inclined his head. “My Lord is fascinated by human methods of divination.”

“It’s true,” Diavolo nodded. “Tarot especially has always piqued my interest, but very rarely do I have time to indulge with the other witches who visit the Devildom.”

....Oh, they really couldn’t say no to the hopeful gleam in his eye. A man that large had no right to look that cute.

“Alright,” they handed him the deck of cards. It looked hilariously small in his hands. “Go ahead and shuffle them.”

“Oh, I get to do it?”

“If you want,” they shrugged. “I usually have whoever is being read for do the shuffling, so the deck can get a feel for their energy. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“No, this is exciting!” He really did look like he was having fun. “How many should I draw?”

“Just one, and we can go from there.”

With a focus that might have been a bit too intense, Diavolo began shuffling. He handled the deck carefully, which made them happy. So many people were rough with the cards, and they were always worried they were going to get ruined.

“Alright.” Diavolo laid a card face down on the table between them. “Would you like to do the honors?”

He was being dramatic, but they couldn’t help but play along. What was the harm in a little bit of fun? They flipped the card face up and let out a startled chuckle.

The Devil.

“Did you do that on purpose?” they asked, laughter dripping from their voice.

“No, honest!” Diavolo was laughing too. “What does the Devil card mean?”

“It means my deck has a sense of humor.”

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

��I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

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2 - Little Padme

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Part 3

Kenobi's Future

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My mother once said that if you're first child was an angel at a young age then your next would be the worst. Like a little crazy kid always getting into trouble. If I could have a conversation with my mother about her grandchildren. I would tell her she was completely wrong. Kiera was such an easy kid until after she turned fourteen, that's when she changed. Kiera is the wild one and little Padme is the little angel. Locking up my lightsaber I moved my robe entering the living room to see it covered with stuffed animals and some princess stuff. Obi-wan is sitting on the floor legs crossed bowing his head as she stands moving his lightsaber from one shoulder to the other. Padme has her hair loose wearing her red cloak we had bought her so she could outside and not get sand everywhere. Along with a small tiera on her head that we had bought from an Ewalk for ten credits for her birthday last year. "What's going on here, you two?" I asked where she aims her father's lightsaber at me sternly so I raised my hands up in surrender still smiling at her.

"State your name for the notes. I need a - witness - to see the - corner-ation. Am I saying it right, mommy?" She tilts her head to the side, shifting around on her feet. Lowering my hands I slowly bent down on a knee to be at her level. My hair is loose with two strands braided together. "Almost right sweetheart. But it's actually Coronation. So what do I call you tonight?" Padme taps her fingers on her chin in thought finally answering. "Princess Padme...now rise mommy. Daddy bend a knee." She waved the lightsaber between us and we immediately do as told. Everytime either of the girls would play pretend we would spend the whole day doing what they said. Padme's favorite game is hide and seek. Kiera would insist on practicing Jedi tricks for most of the day. "I name you daddy, the royal protector of my kingdom." He smiled up at her with his blue eyes getting to his feet. "I happily accept, Princess." He replied making her smile even bigger.

Launching forward towards her I pretend to be a monster coming to attack her castle fort of pillows. "Ragh!" Obi-wan suddenly picked her up, carrying her on his shoulders running away from me as I chased the pair. The tiny house filled with laughter until there's loud knocking at the front door. "Who could be out here?" He asked sitting our daughter on her feet, he takes his lightsaber from her hands. Slowly turning the doorknob we're met with Owen standing on our doorstep. "Ben, May. I just came from town and I thought you'd like to know Kiera was there." Pushing past my husband's shoulder I raised my voice at the farmer and protector of Luke. "She was. Where exactly!" The man folds his arms across himself, staring over my shoulder at little Padme who went to play with her stuffed animals. "Where the ships dock. I only knew it was her because she accidentally bumped into me looking for a ship with a Wookie as a pilot I believe." Obi-wan and I stared at each other. He reaches out with his freehand thanking the farmer quietly closing the door.

"Mommy. Daddy, can we watch the sunset together?" Padme's voice breaks the two of us from our shared focus. She holds a toy lizard to her chest with a tiny smile. Obi-wan heads for our bedroom rummaging around through some crates for his dessert clothes. "Daddy has to get some food. But I'll stay and watch with you, Pad." Her smile falls a little but she agrees going to grab her coat and boots. Slumping my shoulders I lean in the doorway of our bedroom watching him put on his brown Jedi robe. He hooked his blaster underneath the robe instead of carrying his lightsaber. "We should stop lying to her. She'll figure it out since her sister literally crawled through the window this morning you know?" He glanced over his shoulder finishing the last knot on his boots. I plopped down on the foot of the bed beside him sighing. "I wish we didn't have to...I wish she would just realize we aren't trapping her here Obi." He leans his head against mine, draping an arm over my shoulders. "She wants to explore, darling. She doesn't want to stay on this planet, even though we'd like her to do just that." I hate to think he's right. I honestly don't know why I didn't think this would happen. Four years ago her whole life changed when her and her cousin Leia got captured.

Obi-wan lifts his head finally looking me in the eye. He tucks some hair behind my ear resting his forehead against mine. Our lives had changed from us living in a cave to then moving into an actual house. Granted we're still a ways from town, we still take the girls there every once in awhile. Sometimes I have dreams of what could have happened if Anakin hadn't turned or Order 66 never happened. That the girls would have grown up in the Temple most likely. That Luke and Leia would get to know their parents instead of just dreaming who they were. Tiny foosteps entered down the hallway where we broke away seeing Padme waiting for me. Obi and I get to our feet and he whispered into my ear. "I'll bring her home. Don't you worry, Y/n." Nodding my head we watched him leave from the front door. Padme squeezes my hand looking up sadly. "Sissy in danger isn't she?" I bend down picking her up in my arms moving around the house so we could get a clear view of the sunset. "No babygirl. Not danger. She's just - making some bad choices is all. Don't you worry your father and I will handle it." She lays her head in the crook of my neck falling asleep when the last bit of the sunset light goes down.

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