#ahhh these asks are nice but have I mentioned my inbox is a black hole??

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What is your favourite thing to gif for Lonestar?

I think my favorite gifs to make in general are ones where I do something creative with it, whether it's things like the tarlos touch series where I get to have fun with the cropping/styling of the gifs:

or if it's something more like filters/blending/transitions/etc added:

Those are my favorite to work on cause they're fun to just play around with and see what happens.

I think my favorite things to gif in the sense of contributing to the fandom is just sets focused on characters outside of tarlos. I like being able to give more love to some of the other characters on the show. I know they'll never be the most popular things I post, but I'll probably always prioritize those anyway.

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Can you make a Servamp age au drabble for Mikuni and Jeje please???

Ahhh, this ask has been sitting in my inbox forever - I hope you didn’t think I forgot!! I ended up giving their first meeting a great deal of thought and decided to go that route for these two. Hence why it ended up being a longer than normal drabble~ 

@crazyanime3 It’s here!! Let me know if there’s anything you want me to fix. Your AU gives me life, have I told you that lately??

Title: Nice to Meet YouRating: G, family fluff time~Characters: Jeje, Mikuni, Misono, LilySummary: Age AU. First impressions are often incorrect. And some? Some are ridiculously accurate.

The new experience finally settling in, Misono grabbed onto his big brother’s hand. None too gentle as he held on. “It’s okay,” his brother soothed, “you’re going to like it here.” In return, Misono puffed out his cheeks, not agreeing to anything. It earned him a poke to the cheek as Mikuni laughed, “So quick to disagree. And we’re not even there yet!”

The Alicein household was well-respected in the community. Throughout the years, they had helped expand the housing developments and made impossible projects into possibilities. Their name was both loved and cursed in equal measure. Since every good deed had its demerits, as every law had a shining ray hope.

Needless to say, the heir apparent of the family had a few problems of his own with them. For one, they never had enough time to be just that - a family. His father was always off to some business venture, and often times his mother was lost in her own reverie. He missed the days where she would sit combing his hair for hours, simply content to be in his presence and letting the repetitive motions ease their worries. He wasn’t sure when it changed.

No, that was a lie. It had started exactly three years ago, those gradual changes that now befell their family. His father, staying away from home as long as he could. His mother, retreating into herself. Both refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room as it cooed up the new big brother that he had become.

Oftentimes, in the early days, he wasn’t sure what to make of the tiny bundle swathed in blankets in the crib. He knew it was strange, that his mother wasn’t the one who brought the baby home. That it shouldn’t have been his father to show up with it, marching into the house one rainy evening, clinging tightly to a small babe as tears rolled down his face. There were many unspoken things that lay buried now since that day. All of them turning a blind eye and accepting the babe into their fractured family. As if doing so would fill a void that had formed. A gaping hole that looked back at them every day, taunting them with what ifs and could have beens.

Funny that he couldn’t blame the child for any of it, not when the first word that his little brother said was, “Mi-kun.” Only a little bit off from his name and ever the more endearing for it. With a smile and delighted laugh, he corrected with a deliberately slow, “Mi-ku-ni. Come on, Misono, you can do it!”

The baby scrunched up his nose and folded his arms, huffing as he turned his head away and ignored his big brother’s attempts. “Aww, don’t be like that,” Mikuni insisted as he ruffled the other’s hair, which earned an eep of disapproval and a wildly swung arm aimed at his face. “Careful! What will your new friends think if you’re mean to them on your first day?”

Misono tilted his head, not understanding. Not that Mikuni could blame him; having been sheltered from the world, it was only natural that he didn’t know what friends were or what a first day of anything meant. Every day was the same here. Every boring day. At least Mikuni had school to alleviate the boredom, but Misono had none of that. Stuck with seeing the same faces every day and every night.

It was with much persistence that he had talked his father and mother into giving the daycare down the street a chance, rather than relying on the overworked nanny that looked more frazzled by the day. In his excitement to see his little brother’s world expand, he had taken the honors of helping him get dressed that morning. Misono didn’t seem to like all of the ribbons he had used to make the ensemble cuter, but they were tied too well to be undone. Of that, he was smug in his victory.

“Time to go!” he cheered, picking the little one up and hoisting him onto his shoulders. “Onwards to the new adventure!”

Giving a shriek, Misono grabbed onto his brother’s hair as he took off running, burying his face into the golden locks. For it wasn’t until they were almost there that Mikuni gave a thought to slowing down. Shifting out from behind his brother’s hair, Misono caught a glimpse of the building up ahead and quickly hid back behind the curtain of gold. It was too different from what he was used to - a leap in a completely different direction.

It was a modest daycare center, humble in its origins and lackluster in its appearance. Bland, someone would say. Still, it was a nice enough of place with an even nicer staff. Mikuni had made sure of it with a charming smile that did half the talking for him. He wouldn’t have left his little brother anywhere that didn’t meet his standards.

“Now then.” He crouched down and urged Misono to slide off his shoulders, tiny feet hitting the pavement for the first time. “Let’s go make you some friends.”

The new experience finally settling in, Misono grabbed onto his big brother’s hand. None too gentle as he held on. “It’s okay,” his brother soothed, “you’re going to like it here.” In return, Misono puffed out his cheeks, not agreeing to anything. It earned him a poke to the cheek as Mikuni laughed, “So quick to disagree. And we’re not even there yet!”

Once inside, it was a sudden struggle to walk as Misono attempted to hide behind him again, pulling his hand as far back as it would go. “Eh, Misono, Nii-san kind of needs that hand …” So saying, he began to pull his hand away. He had to sign them in, after all, or they would both be going nowhere fast. He also had to take out his school id and show that to the awaiting receptionist. All the while aware that his little brother had attached to him like a sea urchin.

“We have to say goodbye soon,” he reminded Misono, taking up his hand once more. “But for now, I’ll walk you down to meet your new friends and teachers!”

It was nothing like the tutors that had been hired for their home or even the careful nanny that had raised them from mere diapers. The place was alive with a buzzing stream of chatter. Colorful and decorated in all manner of creations that the children had a hand in making.  A place as warm and welcoming as their own home was cold and daunting.

He gave Misono’s hand one last squeeze and then urged him into the room that had been assigned to him, patting him on the head as he crouched back down. “Well, time for Nii-san to head to school. Be good for your teacher, okay? I’ll be back to pick up before you know it!”

Misono didn’t seem to hear the parting words, though, already looking about the room in quiet fascination. His eyes were practically sparkling at the sight of other kids in the room. As strange as it all was, there was a sense of excitement here that even he had been swept up in. And Mikuni found he was probably the sadder one for having to leave.

Giving a half-hearted wave, already forgotten, he headed towards the door. He had lowered his head with a sigh, dissatisfied with that goodbye, and he didn’t see the person who had just stepped into the room. It ended with a collision and a crying child that he was quick to try and console, fluttering about like a butterfly, worried he had done something irreparable.

The person with the child, tall and lanky and covering most of his face with his hair, stopped the fretting by holding out his hand to the child - to which the little blond took with a sniffle and another woeful look directed at Mikuni. “Lily,” mumbled the newcomer, “my fault.”

“No! It isn’t! Jeje-nii was looking where he was going, but this -”

“Lily,” Jeje cut off the rant with a shake of his head, “accidents happen.” Leaving it at that, they tried to go around Mikuni, but he wasn’t about to be dismissed so easily. Not when he hadn’t had his say.

“Excuse me,” he said, stepping in front of them with a quick two-step, “but if it is indeed your fault, then I am going to have to ask for compensation.” With a cheeky grin, he spread his arms open wide and said, “Why, I won’t ask for much. I was ~just~ wondering if Lily-chan wouldn’t mind helping out my little brother. You see, it’s his first day here. Would that be too much trouble?”

At the mention of someone new, Lily ran over to greet the only child that stood apart from the crowd, still unsure on how to approach anyone else. It worked like a charm, the bubbly little blond dragging Misono into the center of all the kids and introducing him to everyone.

Mentally patting himself on the back, Mikuni turned back to Jeje, ready to thank him for Lily’s help. The thanks that he had let rise to the tip of his tongue fell flat as soon as he saw the glare directed his way, unbridled anger fuming behind that sheet of black hair. He snickered and quickly covered it up with a hand, feigning ignorance. “Oh my, did I do something wrong?”

“Don’t use my brother for your stupid whims.”

It was Mikuni’s turn to bristle. Because Misono would never be a “stupid whim”. “Excuse me?” he repeated. “I think I must have misheard you. Are you calling me and my brother stupid now?” A grin too sharp to be believed made its way onto his face. “You must be confused. Or maybe you don’t know who we are? Mikuni Alicein, at your service.” He swept into a bow, and would have tipped his hat had he been wearing one. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a part of his school uniform. He made due by flipping his hair.

“And my little brother, Misono Alicein.” He gestured toward the circle of kids, all of whom were asking questions non-stop of the child in the middle. “Nice to meet you!”

Jeje mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “It’s not nice to meet you. Go die,” but instead of being offended, Mikuni found it refreshing. Different. Something unlike the usual reaction when someone met him for the first time. 

He had been expecting this to be an adventure Misono would have to take on his own. A world Mikuni would never be a part of, lost to half-truths and false impressions, but now - now he was wondering if he had a chance to start over, too.

Grinning from ear to ear, he promised Jeje, “We’ll surely be seeing a lot of each other from now on.”