#anyways i didn't know what to put in the age bc i have too many different dibs and zims of different ages. and also i just don't care

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

I would love to see your take on "Understand My Ship In Five Minutes" with ZADR ^_^

I sure took my time with this one huh? X)

Anywaaays there they are! Fucking idiots. Stupid gays. I hope they die, I hope they both die <333

[heich0e]

do reader and sunaosa’s families know about their relationship? i ask bc my cousin came out as poly earlier this year and i had to call my 70 year old father before a birthday party and explain to him what polyamorous meant. fun conversation

mama miya knows, and she's accepting of it. samu didn't really hide it from her, but he did take some time to think about how he wanted to tell her. more than anything, what weighed on his mind was that after he told tsumu—and that happened pretty much immediately—he was effectively asking his brother to keep something from their ma, and that just didn't sit right with him.

but even though he took time to tell her, and was concerned about finding all the right words, it all came out rather plainly in the end. in the middle of an otherwise unremarkable conversation over a meal in the house she raised him in, osamu opened with the whole 'hey ma, just so you know i like girls and also i like boys', rounded it out with 'also i'm dating the slouchy kid you've been seein' me hang around with since i was a teenager', and finally brought it home with 'and i'm still crazy about the girl ya like so much, but just so you know she and rin are datin' each other too.'

it took a bit of processing on mama miya's part, and no one can blame her for that, but at no point was she unkind about it. she asked some questions, found no fault in her son's answers, and ultimately came to the conclusion pretty quickly that even if she doesn't totally understand something that doesn't make it wrong. she didn't love her son all these years just to give up on him for choosing the thing that makes him happy.

(years down the road, the twins joke that she threw a bigger fit about them dyeing their hair in their teens than she did about osamu coming out. she laughs with them.)

suna and his parents aren't very close.

his mom and dad divorced when he was in middle school, but they never really liked each other much to begin with, so it wasn't like it came as a shock. after the split, he went to live with his dad in an apartment a few towns over, while his sister went to live with their mom at their grandparents' house. suna doesn't talk much about this point in his life, and doesn't really remember it in any great detail, but he doesn't feel resentful or particularly weighed down by this part of his past.

rintarou moved into the inarizaki dorms in his mid-teens, got his first apartment after graduating while he did his brief stint as a uni student, and has pretty much been on his own since. as an adult, his relationship with his dad is pretty distant—even as a kid they weren't particularly close, since his father was never really a man of many words to begin with. he doesn't talk to his mom much at all, either—maybe a phone call if something notable comes up in the extended family, a card sent in the mail on a birthday, that kind of stuff. nothing terrible or horrible ever happened with either of them, and he has no hard feelings about it, his family just was never really much of a family to begin with.

the only one he ends up telling about you and samu is his little sister. she's the only member of his family he has much of a relationship with, having stayed in touch with her over the years, and properly reconnecting as they both got older and gained proper independence. she puts most of the pieces together herself over time—she sees pictures of you and samu both on his social media, and the ones up in his nagano apartment, she hears him talking to you on the phone every so often and notices how soft his voice is when he speaks to either of you—and then when she finally asks he doesn't deny it. she's accepting of it right away, and isn't all that fazed by it to be honest. she's known samu for ages, since he and rin have been friends all these years, and he's always treated her like a little sister anyway, so she takes no issue with it being "official" now. she likes you a lot, too (having met you a few times prior to your relationship being revealed, where you were introduced as osamu's girlfriend,) and begs rin to let her spend more time with you once everything is out in the open—and rintarou never says it, but that makes him really happy.

[wwinterwitch]

buy me presents — joel miller

summary: you and your ex situationship reunite at a christmas party

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.1K

tags: age gap (mid 40s and mid 20s), no outbreak, you fell hard and didn't know he fell harder bc he's an idiot!, miscommunication, angst, awkward reunion, everything gets fixed at the end tho don't worry, tommy is featured

note: i've been listening to fruitcake non-stop and i had this little idea that turned into an entire fic. it was kinda shitty at first but i decided to give it a try anyway

reblog or comment if you enjoy please!

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You always thought that going after older guys meant having absolutely no problems when it came to maturity and commitment. Guys your age are so good at playing games, keeping you guessing, too afraid to make it official.

So, evidently, when you met Joel at his workshop you were over the moon. He was charming, incredibly handsome and single. You still remember his attractive smile and the way he'd lean way too close to you, offering to fix the piece of furniture that you showed up with that day in exchange for a nice dinner and your phone number.

Everything looked good in the beginning. He was a true gentleman, so sincere and attentive, and you were foolish enough to believe he actually considered you special enough to pursue a relationship with you.

In your defense, he really tricked you. Showing you pictures of his daughter, taking you out on countless dates, interested to know as much of you as possible, texting non-stop...it was like a dream come true. After many terrible relationships with pathetic and insecure little boys, you found a wonderful man willing to give you exactly what you were craving.

But then everything changed after seeing each other for almost four months. Because he'd always get super defensive whenever you asked him why you always had to meet at your apartment and never at his house. Or why he refused to introduce you to his family. Or why he kept introducing you to people that happened to see the two of you together as 'a friend of his'.

Tired of this uncertainty, you decided to confront him. It was a very messy conversation. You asked what you were, he said he didn't know. You asked if he had any intentions of asking you to officially be his girlfriend, he said he probably wouldn't. You cried, he didn't know what to do about it.

You kicked him out of your apartment that day and that was the last time you ever heard of him. No texts, no calls, no one waiting outside your apartment or showing up at your work with a well-deserved apology.

Were you just stupid for thinking he was into you the way you were into him? Did you get your hopes too high a little too soon? Was there something wrong with you? Were you overreacting?

Yes, no, whatever– you wanted someone to go all the way with you, thought it was Joel, and he turned out to be like every other guy you've met. It sucks, but you gotta move on. You've dealt with a lot of shitty men to know better than to suffer for one.

The heartbreak Joel caused soon turned into a mixture of disappointment and annoyance before it turned into nothing but an unpleasant memory. Soon enough, Joel Miller was out of your mind, and you were more than ready to jump right in into the dating world again. Maybe it was pathetic, but you still refused to lose hope that the right guy will show up in your life and change things for the better.

You kept your options open for a while, not wanting to immediately rush into something like you did with Joel. If any of these guys you're seeing want to keep you to themselves, they'll have to put that extra effort. You're just tired of always chasing after them.

A whole month went by and you never heard from Joel again, which was completely fine by you. He doesn't even cross your mind at this point. He's probably spending all his hours at his workshop, keeping his nights free for his no-commitment dates. And probably getting ready for the holiday season too.

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. There's something about it that cheers you up like no other festivity. Maybe it's the decor, the food, the fact that it's everywhere you look...it's always been a magical time.

You also love the parties and gatherings around this time of year, so you immediately agreed to be someone's date to one of them. You met this guy a few weeks ago– three years older than you, tall, dreamy eyes and great in bed. There was no reason as to why the two of you couldn't have a good time at this little party...or so you thought.

He casually mentions who's hosting on the way there. A friend from work, he said while offering you a hand to help you out of his car. His good ol' buddy Tommy Miller.

Your smile practically drops at the mention of that name, immediately going back to that date at the bowling alley. Joel bought a large portion of nachos to share after you completely beat his ass at bowling (he totally let you win, he said), remembering the way he talked about a brother named Tommy.

But...surely this is all a coincidence. The universe couldn't possibly hate you that much, right? At one point you almost thought you were crazy for even thinking of the possibility of this friend being the brother. There has to be a million Tommy Millers out there. It's such a common name!

What are the odds of this actually happening? That you're really going to Joel Miller's brother's Christmas party? And even if you are, that doesn't guarantee that you'll see Joel there.

And why should you care? You haven't spoken in so long, he probably doesn't even think about you when he hears something that could potentially relate to you. He doesn't think about the chances of reuniting with you for longer than a second. He surely doesn't think about you at all! You should give him the same treatment.

Holding onto your date's arm, you walked inside the impeccably decorated apartment. Red and white everywhere you look, with a large table filled with various snacks, a lit fireplace that gives the room a much cozier look, and a Christmas tree standing tall on one of the corners of the living room.

Tommy Miller was at the entrance greeting the two of you and enthusiastically introducing himself to you. Nerves were starting to overtake you because shit, there's definitely some resemblance.

Still, you tried to ignore your racing mind, wanting to have a good time with this great guy who's glad to keep you close to him, introducing you to all his friends in a manner someone should introduce their date. You feel important next to him, like he's really trying to show you off. Something Joel failed to do.

Eventually, you were able to relax when you got to meet everyone at the apartment and realized Joel wasn't there. With a beer in hand and a polite smile on your face, you joined a conversation by the fireplace, talking amicably and genuinely thinking the night was safe.

That is, until you heard the doorbell.

You watched Tommy walking towards the door, immediately opening his arms wide to receive whoever just arrived. When the stranger leans forward for the hug Tommy was offering, your smile completely fades when you notice it was none other than Joel.

He walks inside the apartment and leaves his jacket hanging by the door, taking a quick look around. You immediately turn around, not wanting him to recognize you– yes, it was stupid because he'll sooner or later notice your presence, but maybe you can avoid the awkward encounter for a few more seconds.

It takes everything in you not to turn around again, putting your hand on your date's back as you lean closer to him, trying to seek any kind of comfort you possibly could. He immediately wraps his arm around your waist, inevitably making you smile. God, this guy really knows how to treat you exactly the way you want it.

Unfortunately, Joel reaches the group of people you were talking to. He starts greeting everyone until his eyes land on you, standing there completely speechless for a few seconds before a smile appears on his face.

He leans forward for a quick kiss on the cheek as a way to greet you, and you barely move away from your date to return the greeting, moving back immediately to refugee on the guy's side.

"You two know each other?" your date asks. You almost wanted to kill him.

You stay quiet, deciding to leave Joel the responsibility to answer. It's genuinely intriguing to see what he has to say.

"Uh, yeah..." he starts, clearing his throat. "I think...you took a coffee table to my workshop for a repair?"

Wow. Glad to see things haven't changed in the slightest! Of course you two just met each other for a little repair. Of-fucking-course! It's not like he woke up completely naked next to you on your bed more times than you'd like to admit out loud.

"Yes. Exactly," you faked a smile, agreeing with his statement.

That was pretty much the only thing you said to each other. After greeting everyone he quickly joined a completely different group to talk to (because it's obvious he couldn't handle being close to you for much longer). You actually appreciated that, making the task of ignoring him until you left that apartment just that much easier.

Things went downhill when your date had to go to the bathroom and you decided to get another beer from the kitchen. You didn't notice Joel following you, and by the time you did realize, he was standing in front of the exit, blocking it entirely.

"Oh, hey, workshop guy!" you greeted with fake enthusiasm, sarcasm dripping from your words.

You hear Joel sigh, and as if that didn't piss you off enough he decided to open his mouth. "Yeah, I figured you'd get upset."

"Then why did you say it?"

He raised a brow. "What, you wanted me to tell everyone– your date included, that we were seeing each other like a month ago?"

The kitchen was completely silent after that. Perhaps he had a point there, but it was impossible to deny you were still hurt by the way things ended and how poorly he treated you, so that last thing you'd ever do is admit he's right.

"I thought perhaps now that it's done, you wouldn't care about keeping it a secret anymore," you shrugged defensively.

He smiles softly, seeing right through you. "Perhaps I've just never been the type to kiss and tell."

Again, you didn't have much to say, so you just scoffed. "Whatever."

Much to your irritation, he laughs. A low, deep chuckle escapes him before he's looking at you up and down. "You look good."

"I know."

Another chuckle. "Of course you do," he sighs, the smirk on his face fading. "You always look fucking incredible."

You stand there like a complete fool, taken by surprise when you hear him say that. It sounds so...defeated? Is that even a thing? As you try to come up with an answer to that, you just look back at him with a lost expression.

"Is there a point to this conversation?" you eventually ask.

Now it's him who's looking back at you in complete silence. Unfortunately, you know him enough to know there's something in his mind and he's not telling you anything about it. He's hesitating, doubting, the engines in his brain moving faster than ever.

For a moment, you thought he'd say whatever random bullshit he can come up with in that very moment and be done with it. And you'd roll your eyes because you know that's not what he wanted to say, right before moving him away from the door so you can go back to the party.

But in a surprising turn of events, he doesn't do that. He looks at you with nothing but honesty, and you even catch the smallest glimpses of hope when he speaks. "Yeah," he answers your question. "I've missed you like crazy."

If you were speechless before, it's almost impossible to even remember how words work right now. Never in a million years would you've expected Joel Miller to confess he misses you. Not when it was you who was always trying to arrange dates. Not when it was always you the one remaining him you really liked him and him barely saying anything back.

Maybe he just needed a wake up call? Had to live that 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone' type of situation to realize how he feels?

Your heart beats faster as you process his words. He's missed you like crazy.

Still, despite feeling so fuzzy inside, you show none of it on the outside. "No," you promptly warn him. "No, no. We're not doing that."

"What?"

"That, Joel!" you exclaim, frustrated. "You can't break my heart and then say shit like that when we happen to meet by accident."

"Is it an accident?" he asks shortly after.

You chuckle sarcastically. "Oh, so is this some Christmas miracle? The festive season brought us together because of some nonsensical fate-thingy that's written up there in the stars?"

Joel looks slightly embarrassed, letting out another frustrated sigh. Before he can answer, you hear footsteps down the hall that leads to the kitchen so the two of you stay completely silent and turn around to see who it was. 

"Hey...oh," Tommy says, his initial smile fading when he notices the tension between the two of you. He quickly raises both of his hands in the air as he walks towards the fridge to grab two beers. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to grab these," he quickly explains.

When he turns back around, he immediately focuses on his brother. At first he looked very confused, like silently trying to ask him what the hell is going on, a small smirk appearing on his face just seconds later. Without another word, he quickly makes his way outside the kitchen to give the two of you much needed privacy. You could feel your cheeks heating up after witnessing that little exchange.

Focusing back on you, Joel decides to continue the conversation. "Okay, if you put it like that of course it sounds silly..." he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. "But, I don't know, I’d like to think something out there wanted us to meet again so I could make it right."

"No," you repeat. "You had a chance to make it right as soon as I kicked you out of my apartment. There was a chance to pick up your phone and give me a call or send me a text or...anything, Joel– fucking anything!"

There's a brief pause, and you're so glad to see he has nothing to say because boy, oh boy did you have things to say.

"You don't get to come back a month later and claim to miss me when you didn't even try to get me back. And you were a real piece of shit with me, by the way. You really made me think we had something special, just to treat me like it was nothing," you continue, visibly upset by the incredibly uncomfortable and difficult situation he's putting you in. "You made me feel...you made me feel like I was some stupid little girl you only wanted to get into bed with."

He looks absolutely horrified by your last statement, taking a few steps forward until he's standing right in front of you. The proximity makes it so much worse, forcing you to look down at your shoes. He gently grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes, and for some reason you allow it. Maybe you were vulnerable, maybe you wanted to feel his touch. Maybe both.

"I promise you, that was not my intention at all," he immediately assures you in the most serious voice you've ever heard coming from him. "It was never just that. I was really falling for you."

You frowned, feeling so incredibly confused and frustrated. "Then why did you never show it?"

"Because I was dumb and I was scared," he reveals simply. It surprises you how honest he's being, how you don't have to ask more to get information out of him. "You were the first woman I started developing actual feelings for after my divorce, and at the time I thought things were moving too fast between us and...I didn't know how to handle it."

Joel can tell you're still not having none of it, so he decides to continue. "I really wanted to be with you officially, but I guess my insecurities got the best of me. I'm just an old man and you're gorgeous, and young, and...Jesus Christ, darling, you're the most amazing person I've ever met," he sighs again, hoping you'd understand what was going on in his head when he made the terrible decision of letting you go. "I didn't want to fuck it up or get my heart broken again...but I totally did fuck it up, and the worse thing is that I broke your heart in the process. I'll forever be sorry for that."

You were speechless yet again, and Joel didn't know how to take that. Are you going to say something nice or are you going to yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself? The uncertainty was eating him alive at this point.

Eventually, you speak up. "You did fuck it up," you agree. "Like, big time."

He sighs yet again, nodding. "Yes, I did. And I know I don't deserve it, but I'd like to have a second chance to prove to you just how much I care about you," he continues, not giving up this time. He couldn't live with himself if he managed to lose you twice. "To give you all that you deserve, to be there for you, to show the world how happy I am that you're my girl...I'd make it right."

Letting go of your chin, he moves his hand to the side of your face, anxiously waiting for an answer. The fact that you're not pushing him away is already a good sign, because he knows you're capable of throwing a beer bottle at him for saying what he just said.

You considered your options. There's a guy outside in the living room waiting for you. There's a bunch of other guys on your phone that'd run to your doorstep if you give them the chance. All of them have behaved better than Joel...but you can't fool yourself.

Even if you combine all of them, there's no way that everything you've shared with them can come close to what you experienced with Joel. You've never liked anyone so much before, and holy shit how badly you've missed him.

If he thought your proximity was a good sign, the soft smile that appears on your face makes him relax considerably, almost wanting to pull you in for a hug and start thanking you already.

"I guess you can take me out to dinner or something to prove you're sorry," you eventually reply, making him grin from ear to ear. You notice he's leaning even closer with the intention of kissing you, but you quickly stop him. "Don't even think about it. You'll have to earn the right to do that."

Joel silently agrees to that arrangement, immediately taking a step back from you, the smile on his face never disappearing. He doesn't care that you're not kissing him right now, not when you agreed to give him a chance. That's more than enough for him. The best Christmas gift he could've ever received.

[u3pxx]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S 2024?!?!

next, you're gonna tell me it's gonna be some made-up year like "2025" next. tch, imagine that.

anyways, whoo! 2023! compared to both 2022 and 2021, i gotta say, my art style took a hard swerve in some direction this year. i mean, look at that klavier from january and that butch kim from just this december! (granted, i heavily referenced the portrait of butch kim but still, i didn't use to paint! mama mia!)

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the way i drew faces has definitely changed, that's what i get for getting into something that's live-action and into smth that has realistically proportioned art lol

OH! OH! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! IT WAS (and still will be) THE YEAR OF THE OLD MAN!! i really learned how to draw aged faces this year! ach fraulein, i have not stopped drawing people in their 40's-50's! i would say "send help" but i'm actually having a lot of fun ASKSKS

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i think a funny thing about these art summaries i've done is that they're mostly ace attorney but then there's just a month where i become a different type of ill LMAO this year it was four months for the price of two new interests!

cheers! here's to 2024!!! hope y'all have a fun art year!!!!

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i'm gonna ramble more below about like, other art things i did this year but i'm gonna put it under 'keep reading' bc this baby is getting way too wordy now WHEEZES

1. FAVORITE THINGS I'VE DRAWN THIS YEAR (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

⚖️ mea culpa comic [x]

drawing this one was so time-consuming and ambitious but boy, do i love the end result! i had fun doing the inks for this one but was it a lot! i usually color in lineart and render everything but i had to stop myself from doing it for this one bc man, i'll die asksks

this also has some of my favorite apollos i've drawn, definitely

also! the part about the lineart not being colored and no rendering ended up being a deliberate stylistic choice for this one bc i had like more freedom to do just shadows with inks without it looking too out of place.

💐 my lawfully wedded zine spread [x]

now this one isn't out yet but take my word for when i say that this is one of the most craxy things i've ever drawn for this year, on account of drawing a comic AND group shot all in one!

also literally one of the prettiest things i've rendered this year, lookit that klav...

🎉 aa4 redraw - 2022 anniversary [x]

kind of like my wedding zine piece, group photos are insane, and rendering like uhhh [looks at drawing] 11 CHARACTERS IS ALSO INSANE if i try and draw a group photo again you have to stop me DFGHDJ

🎨 my art fight stuff [x] [x]

was possessed in the month of july or smth bc i pumped out like how many drawings so quickly (before i got burnt out that is pftt)

pace yourselves and don't be like me pls ajshgdghhjk

💥 people park day [x]

my friend told me that it was very obvious i watched across the spiderverse when they saw this FDFGHJD

but yea! this is when i started getting really into like, thought bubbles or just like, panels or drawings within a drawing when coming up with layouts

i still love the colors on this one...

🪩 fem disco portraits

ok so i haven't uploaded these yet but you have to trust me when i say that something was in the water DFGHDJ

who knew that all it took for me to learn how to paint was butches

2. ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT I SOLD STICKERS THIS YEAR IN OUR UNI'S ART MART?

THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THAT SCHOOL I SWEAR PFTTT this experience has also awaken the merch beast in me and i need to make more physical things for my brain to be happy, that's just how it be pfttt

hopefully next year i can actually start like a shopee shop or whatever lmao

3. ART FIGHT

i'm actually quite happy i got to participate in art fight this year! very delighted for all the art i've gotten and very fun to have drawn for others too!!

4. ZINES

i got invited and joined so many zines from 2022 continuing to 2023 that i kind of got burnt out from participating for now ngl ASKSKSKS not gonna be joining much this year oopsiessss! (unless i lose self-control [very likely])

5. SCHOOL

i don't actually like a lot of the stuff i draw for art school bc i tend to cram and not have fun pftt <- adhd moment, tragic! but here are some that i actually kind of like lol

6. THAT'S IT!

i think that's it! thanks for reading all the way down here!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I saw you say that you would like some more Sandy interpretations and I'm the #1 Sandy fan so I wanted to say what I thought of her

Sandy's described as a sweet girl in the book and I'm sticking to that, her home life also isn't the best so when Sandy found out she was pregnant her parents were pissed beyond hell and back and sent her to live with her grandparents because they didn't want to have to help raise the baby. Sandy knew she was going to have to move so she wanted to spare Soda the pain of not being able to see his kid by just telling him it wasn't his because she figured maybe letting him think she cheated on him would be less painful than knowing he has a child out there whos life he can't really be a part of

That’s definitely a take on Sandy I’ve seen a few times! I like it ok, although my own interpretation of her is pretty different most of the time. (That’s definitely just a me thing tho cos I’ve dated and genuinely cared for a few girls that were pretty…bad tbh. Like slightly-maybe-broke-my-heart-a-little-bit bad. n I like to project that angst onto Soda 🥲)

BUT, separate from that, I’ve had this really painful AU in my head for a while with a Sandy that’s more like yours. I’ve mentioned it briefly- it would be about Sandy having to raise her and Soda’s son with Pony, Darry, and Steve, because of Soda dying in Vietnam.

Steve’s my fav so unfortunately most of that AU is from his pov in my head, but it’d admittedly be more interesting from Sandy’s in some ways. But idk I guess either way it’s about both of them having to come together for the kid, all while grieving the boy they both loved…

Whole AU idea came from listening to “The Trees Do Grow So High” by David Pajo one too many times I think, but idk man it just fits so well:

“And my own true love Was the fairest of them all He's young but he's daily growing At the age of sixteen years He was a married man By the age of seventeen He was the father of a son At the age of eighteen years Round his grave the grass grew long Cruel death had put an end to his growing

Well once I had a true love But now I have none But I watch his blue eyed son while he's growing”

(Just swap the blue for brown bc as we know blue eyed Soda is my no.1 opp) (hm actually no leave the blue Sandy has blue eyes ig)

Anyway I’ve been meaning to draw something heartbreaking for that au for a minute now lol (I’ve been putting it off tho cos my drawings are usually comedic while my writing’s usually angsty, so angsty/serious art is a little outta my wheelhouse?? Idk I’ll get there eventually)

[xoxo-sarah]

can you do a one shot for daryl where the reader has really bad hiccups and they're in a meeting or a public place and she gets really embarrassed about it and like slaps a hand over her mouth to try and stop it but she can't and everyone's staring at her and it's a comfort fic bc he basically excuses her out and helps her

Rabbit Questions

↝a/n: I am not meaning to have my Daryl fics related to rabbits/bunnies. It's just a coincidence.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (could be platonic or romantic)

↝ Warning: not proofread, not proofread, set in season 11, Commonwealth

↝⎙ 9.15.23

"And this one- beautiful, isn't it?" Pamela stood in front of a wall with a huge frame, a painting of A orange flower, the pedal reminded you of flames. It was pretty, really. And you weren't just thinking that because Pamela was in front of you, watching your face for any expression that said otherwise. The artist standing beside the painting could have something to do with it, too.

For some reason, Pamela Milton and Lance Hornsby had made it very clear you, Daryl, and Rosita came to view the art gallery, she had called it. It all felt weird, walking up and down the halls to look at all the art with eyes watching your every move. Pamela had stepped up to point out every detail while Lance just watched from the distance.

This is just so different from having to clean out walkers from buildings to show your worth, pretty much. Instead of blood on concrete, it was homemade paint on a canvas.

The paintings were pretty, really, but it just felt like they were being pushed down your throat. It was new, refreshing, a new beginning. You weren't one for change.

"Michelle here has many pieces of art here." The older woman smiled at the woman standing by the wall, a tight-lipped smile of her own on her face. Pamela pointing at a canvas towards the corner. "She's had quite the life. Painting helped her get all the built-up aggression out in some way,"

Did she actually care about what this girl had been through, or was it a front to seem like the most amazing and caring person ever?

"I felt for her, i really did." There she was, putting on a front just to make it all about her. Of course.

"When I met Michelle, i was going through-"

Hic!

Eyes, going wide, you glanced at Daryl and Rosita. They glanced at you but looked back, trying to seem interested. Pamela, looked at you for a moment, before turning to Michelle.

"As I was saying-"

Hic! "I am so sorry." you put up a hand to excuse the hiccup fit. It was one after another, and to be quite honest, it was starting to hurt your diaphragm. Your hand went you to your ribs, trying to ease the hiccups away.

A particularly loud hiccup had Pamela give you a disapproving look.

"Excuse us." Daryl's hand went to your elbow, half-heartedly excusing you two. He didn't really care if they had a problem with you walking away.

He led you by your arm to the open door, the fresh air fully hitting your blushing cheeks.

"Good lord." He grumbled, watching as your body moved with yet another hiccup. "Put yer arms over yer head or hold yer breath or somethin'."

You puffed your cheeks out, holding your breath. Daryl simply watched, waiting.

Hic!

it was muffled, but still had you huffing out.

Daryl just looked at you, before he smiled in amusement. He moved to sit down on the steps to the building, out of the way of the traffic of people. Patting an empty spot next to him, he motioned for you to sit.

"When's the last time you saw a rabbit?"

Confused, you could only look at him. He nodded, waiting for you to answer. You looked away, actually thinking about it. "I don't know." You couldn't remember the last time you saw a rabbit off the top of your head. It was probably one you had to kill to feed yourself, anyway.

"Probably a year?"

"What color was it?"

"What are you on about?"

He twirled his hair around and out of his face, the smile from earlier still lingering. "Still got hiccups?"

Your eyes widened again. They were gone.

"Carol told me that one. It was that or scaring ya."

The picture of Daryl and his dear friend talking about rabbits to get rid of hiccups was cute. Maybe it had been Daryl who had hiccups and Carol asked him the same questions.

"I prefer the rabbit questions." You smiled, looking out at the people walking freely around the Commanwealth.

"Should we go back in?"

"No." he was quick to answer. "If I see another bright flower, I'm gonna pluck my eyes out."

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[marimeeko]

Post 431 fic:: Angst, Mutual pining, hurt/eventual comfort

So, horikoshi came in and said 431 wasn't necessarily his doing, and so I of course don't take it as canon, BUUUT I already had this baby in progress and the angst is honestly peak. So going with it for now and doing a Fix-it, hurt/eventual comfort!

**Hey, funny story wasn't QUITE ready to post this but it ended up accidentally posting as I put my phone in my pocket after reviewing/editing it again(I am on my break at work)

BUT ANYWAY I can't really take it back rn so HERE YOU GO??

I need to come back with a few edits later when I have time, but it's Bakugou's side first bc that was the CATHARSIS of this whole thing. Next will be Izuku's side.

//Chapter 1//Chapter 2//

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The weekend after the 1A class reunion, DynaMight didn't walk the streets in his usual patrol routines.

Masaru Bakugou hitched up his hiking backpack as he stepped in time after his son. His gaze fixed on the blonde head of hair in front of him as Katsuki led the course, picking up one of their favorite hiking trails.

Broad shoulders that were trained and rigid from nearly 8 years of constant hero work hung just low enough that Masaru could notice a change. Many wouldn't have been able to spot the change, but Masaru's years of careful observation of his son's moods and mannerisms told him exactly what he needed to know.

And yet, nothing at all.

Katsuki hadn't said much. Only called one day during the week, out of the blue.

"Can we...go to the mountains? Soon?" His voice over the phone had sounded...so different. The earnest request was punctuated by something Masaru could only place as a silent plea for something...at the time, and even still, Masaru couldn't discern what.

So, he and his wife had ultimately settled on it being a plea for support. They would figure out the what and the why when Katsuki was ready to share. Masaru, who had hiked and climbed with his son many times in Katsukis youth, obliged to Katsuki's request gladly.

The sun climbed the mountain with them, and the sounds of nature surrounded them, a peaceful change from the sounds of Musutafu and the city streets where Katsuki would patrol.

Only occasionally did they pass another person or group, and every time, Katsuki ducked his head to hide under his hat. He didn't want to be waylaid by any potential recognition from civilians.

Conversation was sparse and casual on the way up, but Masaru was used to that. As Katsuki had grown, his fiery attitude had tempered, and the little kid who had too much energy pent up inside of him became more measured, and could more appropriately direct that energy. His father didn't challenge Katsuki's ego as much as his mother did, so Katsuki even reflected a lot more of his father when out in the trails and forests.

Midway through the morning, just over an hour in, they were approaching the summit of their trail. Breathing heavier as they scaled the last stretches, the father and son came upon a familiar sight. A vast clearing, vivid and green, that sloped down to a long beach, bordering a sparkling lake.

Katsuki looked out onto the lake and breathed in the freshest air he'd tasted in quite a while.

"Ah, finally." Masaru chuckled, "Your dear old dad is a bit out of shape after so many years!" He clapped a hand on Katsuki's shoulder as he took the first steps to descend towards the lake.

Katsuki smiled weakly after his father.

"Shut up, you're not even that old," Katsuki grumbled with a cocked grin, and followed after.

Closer to the lake, just yards from the sands, lay a circle of large logs flanking a dormant fire pit. The shade of well-aged trees cast a welcoming, dancing pattern of light filtering through the leaves. A veritable paradise, one that had seen the Bakugou family through many visits in the past.

Masaru basked in the nostalgia of it as Katsuki dropped his backpack against a log, and flung his hat down as well. After the men stretched, Masaru and Katsuki took seats on opposite ends of the large log.

Masaru, who had spent the long haul of the hike up behind his son, finally took the opportunity to observe the 25 year old for real.

As Katsuki peered out over the lake, leaned forward with elbows braced on his knees, his crimson eyes held a certain tiredness. There were thin shadows underneath, but Masaru had seen this before; Katsuki had been working a lot, even for a Pro. What he noticed, was his brows...knitted together, not in anger, but in some form of melancholy, that he hadn't seen before. The corners of his mouth, slack, and void of any telling emotion.

Masaru observed him for a few breaths, and then cleared his throat.

"Katsuki, how are things? Are you doing alright?" Masaru asked softly.

Katsuki's brows pressed together even more. His gaze fell from the lake, to his hands.

"I...I don't know." Katsuki forced it out of himself, and his hands balled up in front of him. Masaru leaned gently towards him, ready to listen.

Katsuki knew that his father wasn't a threat. But the pressure, the idea of becoming vulnerable once again made him feel so oversensitive, his palms prickled. Unable to quell the feeling by willpower, he grabbed a rock by his side, and surged to his feet.

Masaru watched as Katsuki strode some distance forward, to the edge of the sand. He saw and heard the small pops of Katsuki's quirk warming up his hand and the rock within it.

Silently, Katsuki wound his arm backwards, and pitched the rock over the water, a small explosion sending it hurtling faster and farther.

Masaru had seen this before as well. When Katsuki was young, the Bakugous had deemed it as a safe way for the kid to use his quirk and the pressurized energy that came with it. There was times, similar to now, where Katsuki would want to come just to blow off some steam, process some emotions, and hurl rocks out into the lake.

It seemed it was still being used as a coping mechanism, and this was indeed one of those times, as Masaru had guessed on their way out. Katsuki knelt to grab another rock. This time, he paused, feeling the worn stone in his hand.

"Izuku's suit is finished." Katsuki said simply, not facing away from the lake. "All Might and I gave it to him last month."

"That's wonderful!" Masaru exclaimed, but realized that the statement didn't match his sons mood. "How is it, does he like it?"

Katsukis thumb paused.

Pop-pop-BOOM

The rock was thrown across the lake, the same way as the last.

"...Yeah. It's perfect. It fits him." Katsuki wanted to smile, but couldn't.

He picked up another rock.

"He can do Hero Work again." Katsuki grunted, and swung his arm again, another explosion puncuating his statement. "He just needs to get his liscense...and he'll be a hero again. Just like that. Hawks said so."

Masaru leaned towards his son.

"Katsuki, that's great news," Katsuki picked up another rock. "Why are you... feeling so stressed then? It's what you have been working so hard for..."

The palms of his hands still prickled as he glanced back at his father. The rock in his hand felt so cold, fresh from the shade and the breeze. He looked away again, feeling the look from his father to be so full of concern he couldn't bear it.

He swallowed hard. His heart ached in his chest.

BOOM!

He fired the rock further and with a more impressive explosion this time, and breathed heavier as his arm returned to him. Squeezing his eyes closed, he hoped he could keep the tears at bay for longer.

"I told him I wanted him to work at my agency. I wanted him to partner with me..." Katsuki's voice was beginning to shake, and he grabbed a rock more urgently this time. "Like when we were young...we always wanted...."

Pop-pop BOOM

Another explosion, and a grunt of effort sent the rock flying. Katsuki scrubbed at his face with the back of a sweaty hand.

"I asked him, and he said no." Katsuki could barely keep his voice from betraying him with a quiver. "He said no, so easily...he didn't even think about it!"

He sucked in some air and dropped his hands to his side.

"It wasn't even..." Katsuki grit his teeth. "It's like it wasn't even a thought in his head anymore."

"Katsuki...it's his right to say no, if he wants," Masaru gently reminded Katsuki.

"Fuck, I know that!" Katsuki snapped, though the desperation in his voice wasn't that of anger, but of quiet guilt. "I know he doesn't owe me shit, I don't want him to owe me a damn thing, especially after all the stupid shit that I've...." he trailed off with a harsh growl.

In one swift movement, he picked up and exploded another rock out over the lake, a choked sob escaping him.

"I didn't do it for me! It was all for him!" He cried out over the lake. "I wanted to give him back his dream, I wanted him to do what makes him happy, choose himself instead of others! For once, in his frigging life!"

Another rock, another explosion.

"I dont deserve to be pissed off! Or disappointed! I don't have any right!" His vision blurred with unshed tears, and the light shining off the surface of the water became too bright.

"If it's what he wants...if he wants to stay a teacher..." He looked away, his strong shoulders heaving. "He's a good teacher...he's so good at it...Really..."

There were pops and flashes igniting in his palms again, but he smothered them into clenched fists.

"...But...Then... Why does it fucking hurt so much??" Katsuki's voice finally broke, a smoking hand clutched at his chest.

Masaru finally came to his feet, and almost approached Katsuki, but thought to hold off for just a moment. The choked sobs that shook Katsuki signaled that he was in a state where any touch would likely be rebuffed.

Instead, Masaru calmly came towards the same sand that Katsuki stood at. He knelt with a grunt, and picked up his own rock.

"Sometimes," Masaru quietly started, turning the rock once over in his hand. "We grow apart from those we love. Sometimes, goals change as you grow up."

Katsukis breath was hot as he tried to regulate it. Crimson eyes, still wet, followed the rock as his father threw it out over the lake, it landed with a dull splash where the lake was still shallow.

"And it hurts, realizing one day that what you expected, isn't what actually happens..." Masaru told him gently. "You're allowed to feel bad about it, and for a while, it will feel bad. Rejection does hurt."

"But that doesn't mean you won't find different ways to be happy. You and Izuku have so much between you, and you will still have each other. You'll still find him in the field, I'm sure. You can make time for each other."

Katsuki huffed a deep and shaky sigh.

"What did I miss?"Katsuki asked, weakly, as if he was asking himself. "All these years and I thought he was as invested as I was. I thought we wanted the same thing....How did I not know...he had changed his mind...he lost interest??"

He looked down at his palms; they still buzzed with warmth.

"Why is he still in my dreams but...I'm not in his?"

"You can't beat yourself up, Katsuki," Masaru insisted, observing Katsuki's glowering confusion. "You did everything right. And... I'm so proud of what you've accomplished, and what you chose to do for that boy."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't enough." Katsuki cringed under the praise. Crimson eyes still strayed from his father, darting around, searching the sands for the answers to his questions.

"...I wasn't enough."

Masaru, trying to smile at his avoidant son, faltered, a realization striking him.

"This is about more than just a hero partnership...isn't it....?" Masaru urged.

Katsuki felt like crawling into a hole and dying for being so exposed. He tensed, bitter and glaring away.

"I told him he should figure out what's special to him. Who's special to him...and go after what he wants, for once, take himself into consideration." Katsuki murmured. He stooped to pick up another rock, looked over the lake again, and threw it. This time, there was no explosion, only the lowly Plunk of a splash and the quiet that consumed it after.

"And he left after the reunion to see a girl from our class."

Masaru finally closed the distance between them, a large hand settling firmly on Katsuki's shoulder. Katsuki could hardly react.

"I see...I'm sorry, kid," Masaru consoled. "...A broken heart is never easy."

Tears spilled over flushed cheeks and landed in the sand before Katsuki could stop them. But he sucked in air, and wiped the rest away before they could escape. With a curse, he turned away from his father and trudged back to the log, and sat heavily, burying his face in his hands. Just breathing was all he could do for now, and he was beginning to feel dizzy with emotions that he'd rather not have.

He heard his father retreat to their log as well, but felt relief when the man started digging out their lunches and preparing them instead of continuing the conversation.

A fresh lunch was set in his hands silently, and the quiet overcame them as they ate. Katsuki didn't feel much like eating, but knew they had a hike down the mountain coming soon. So he very slowly made his way through the meal.

Masaru began packing empty containers away, and preparing to head back, when Katsuki spoke up again.

"Dad, I..." he sounded short and gruff, but the blonde standing above him, pack already equipped and hat already back on, looked contrastingly pleading. Masaru nodded expectantly.

"...Thanks. For coming out here with me." Katsuki sighed, "I needed to get away. Clear my head. Get some of this shit out."

"Whenever you need, Katsuki." Masaru smiled warmly. Katsuki nodded with a subdued expression, and started heading towards the trail marker. Masaru considered something for a moment, and then called out to his son.

"You know, about Izuku..." Katsuki froze. "I dont think he would mean to hurt you."

Katsuki was silent, gaze pointed downwards.

"I dont think he would either," Katsuki agreed, voice scratchy from the earlier strain. "But I dont think that's better."

"Katsuki...Does he know how you feel?" Masaru pressed.

Katsuki tensed his jaw. He couldn't bear the thought of ruining what he had remaining with Izuku if his feelings were ill-recieved. Izuku was a kind soul and Katsuki had no reason to think he would hate him for having developed feelings...but the risk now was too high, the potential loss, too devastating. He wasn't looking for a pity date either.

"I'm not telling him now. It's too late for that. It would just fuck everything up even more." Katsuki asserted, feeling the lump in his throat again. "I've had enough of things getting fucked up for one week."

Masaru's heart sank for his son.

But Katsuki was the one going through the growing pains, and he would have to be the one to confront them and come out on the other side....with or without Izuku.

Without another word or moment to spare to harsh realities, Katsuki started off on the hike down, and Masaru followed once more. The silence was heavy, but both men were careful to maintain it.

The long drive home allowed for some conversation of lighter topics like plans for the rest of the week, and ultimately, an invite from Masaru to join him and Mitsuki for dinner.

Katsuki got out of the car at the end of the journey, but declined.

"I have to get back, I promised Kirishima I would be back for my evening shift..." Red Riot had taken his day shift, sympathetic to Katsuki's need for some time off. Even if Katsuki's pride was a bit wounded to have asked, he was grateful for the Redhead's willingness to cover for him.

Waving his father off and screaming a greeting at his mother at the front door, Katsuki locked himself in the car and headed off.

"So what's wrong with our kid?" Mitsuki asked as the Sportscar peeled off, and Masaru approached the house steps.

"Broken heart and professional rejection, all in one night, I'm afraid." Masaru sighed. "And from the same person."

Mitsuki's eyes widened.

"Inko's boy??" Mitsuki asked incredulously. As if it could be any other person, she knew what Katsuki had been working at for the past 8 years. Masaru nodded with a sympathetic hum. Mitsukis eyes narrowed and she put her index finger to her lip. "I should give her a call."

"Dear, don't meddle," Masaru warned gently as they went back into the house, "You know Katsuki won't--"

"I'm not going to meddle," Mitsuki barked. "I just haven't talked to her in a while, is all."

"Please, dear," Masaru sighed.

---

(To be continued)

[potterandpromises]

the LA plot for omitb has the trio in hollywood bc a movie is being made about them and based on the onset pic with their actor counterparts (they were wearing what the trio was wearing in the pilot ep), part of the movie theyre making is set during s1 which theo is an integral part of so most likely there might be a character based on him in the movie too. do you think they'd have theo in s4 in any capacity? id honestly be upset if theyd drop theo the way they dropped oscar

*Spoilers*

I am at least 95% certain Theo will be in at least one episode of season 4. Mostly because they wouldn't have brought him back in season 2, fleshed him out, then brought him back and fleshed him out again in season 3 if they didn't want him around for the long haul. They especially would not have had Mabel move in with him. In other words, the writers seem more invested in his character then they ever were in Oscar's or Lucy's.

The ≈5% is in case there was a scheduling conflict/other issue with James Caverly (which I think is unlikely, just based off of interviews and what I know of his career.) My understanding is that they wrote Oscar out at least in part because of a scheduling conflict, though I'm not actually sure. Or I could maybe see Theo skipping a season if they star-packed the cast so tightly they decided they didn't have time for him. But season 3 had a similar set up with a bunch of new faces and they still made time to have him come in, help out the with case, sweep Mabel off to his apartment and then peace out, so I'm expecting season 4 will likely be similar in that regard.

Side note: I don't think we'll get a Theo and Will story line this season, because of the aforementioned star-packing. Which is too bad! I'm predicting James Caverly and Ryan Broussard will be in another One Killer Question together where they'll talk about being brothers and I will have to silently scream about how we're deprived of seeing them together in the show. One day!

Anyway, as to whether Theo will get a doppelganger, I'm agnostic. He is an important character in season 1, but I don't know that the in-universe OMITB movie will end up getting made, and thus get to the point of the story where Theo would need to be cast/shown (wow, this is getting too meta, I don't know how to write that sentence.) The script leak I saw indicates that the counter-trio will be following our trio to New York, for research, I'd assume. In real life, many adaptations start pre-production and don't end up getting made, so we won't definitely be seeing that adaptation. It's also possible the plot will diverge significantly from the podcast, like the Brozzos reboot, and he won't even be a character. Though the clothing and method acting would suggest that's probably not the case, at least not at first. Again, I'm agnostic as to where that whole thing will end up.

I'm expecting lots of meta comments on Hollywood and writing. Like aging-up Mabel's character so there isn't such an age gap between her and the guys (because audiences "won't believe" their friendship otherwise? for romantic possibilities?) but still not casting an old women, because misogyny. If they do have a Theo in the movie, I wonder if they'll address disability erasure when it's seen as too difficult or not narratively interesting, or the issue of casting abled actors as disabled characters.

Also, and this is a side note to the side note: Selena was seen filming as Mabel in the courtyard while the wedding set was up, wearing a baby blue sweater and mini skirt similar to the one she worn in 2x07. Mabel only wears blue in (or directly before/after) episodes where she's with Theo. Climatically it's about matching his color scheme/apartment, emotionally it's about getting closer to him. Now, this could be a stretch. I've tried to think of ways it could be stretch, like it could be to match someone else's color scheme, I guess. But the pattern is real. So that might put your mind at ease a bit, too.

The too-long-didn't-read of it is that while I think we had real reasons to worry last season, the writers keep committing to keeping him around and Theo has multiple storylines set up for the future. So I wouldn't worry. As for an OMITB movie counterpart, I have no idea, but wouldn't hold my breath.

[iamnmbr3]

hello *again*..i'm sorta excited to know your opinions about every (i repeat every😂) drarry thing i think of..^^

Why harry kept that "potter stinks" badge for years?!

I know i know one can say maybe he forgot about it and it probably makes sense but why he even put them somewhere among his belongings in the first place & i even didn't see him throwing it out after he saw it in DH(although it wasn't important to story but anyway, personally i never do that towards something someone i DESPISE made for me)

So i tend to guess it's either for draco or cedric

I thought of cedric bc when cedric died harry blamed himself and found some kinda self-loathing so it's possible that he kept it bc of that(as a sign of hating himself) but those badges had been made a long time ago and not when cedric died so...

What's your guess?!

Ahhh! Thank you so much! That's just about the nicest thing you could say! :D I'm smiling so much right now.

AND. OH GOD. THAT BADGE! THAT HAS HAUNTED ME FOR AGES. BECAUSE YOU ARE SO RIGHT. WTAF HARRY?! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!?!?!?!????

That scene is just. So funny. It's Harry going through all these things he's saved over the years...most of them with some kind of value to him...and then this badge that Draco made. What is it doing there? (Also on a side note, mad impressive that the charm on the badge still works after so many years - most times we see things like that wear off after a few hours or at most a few days; Draco's super talented in his own right, just in different ways than Harry is.)

Did Draco sneak it into Harry's bag? Did Harry decide the badges reminded him of Draco and Draco makes him mad because he hates him so, so much and he needs to keep the badge to remind himself of just how much he hates Draco's stupid face and his stupid glittering pale grey eyes and his stupid sleek shiny blond hair (seriously how it not illegal for hair to be that good? bad! his hair is BAD. Way too sleek and shiny and distracting and eugh probably soft too). And then he's not even upset when he sees it. It doesn't bother him the way you'd expect if he and Draco just hated each other. AND he doesn't even throw it out!!! He just keeps looking through his stuff.

So like. Canonically. It seems that he saved it as a souvenir. Which is. Wild. Either that or Draco threw it into his bag and Harry kept it. Which is. Equally wild. They are so, so not normal about each other.

(I mean obviously out of universe JKR just wanted a fun little callback to book 4 and didn't think about the implications. But in-universe there is no non-insane way to justify the badge being there). The drarryness of it all. I swear canon makes fic look subtle.

[sugar-omi]

Omg I love your mermaid!Cove! Can I request some more please? 🩵

surprisingly i have many ideas on mer!cove lol, i didnt think i did but this is so long!! so enjoy<3 tysm for the ask anon, im glad you liked my mer!cover hehe<33

tags : Fluff, headcanons

eta a bit on cove w sharp teeth <3

mmm... merman cove is so pretty even in human form

in human form, he has scales in a few places

down the side of his hips to the top of his thighs and a few straglers on his ankles

his scales are blue and green. they're iridescent as well, super pretty

the closer to his chest, the lighter his scales are but there's still some dark ones around his hips that are more like a navy blue

his fins are probably on the greener side as well, and im thinking more translucent too

i looked at some fanart, i think his tail would be more on the "capey" side as well

and if i can go as far as you link you to this beautiful kokomi fanart by nataliadsw on twitter: here

in fact i'd even say the fins are like in the art! very sparkly and pretty

how do we feel abt a purple to light blue gradient?

i was thinking abt his ears too n yk how some ppl draw mermaids with fins for ears or whatever?

i think his ears are long like an elf, but the tips have a blue-to-flesh gradient. maybe even

lots of pretty piercings!! has gold and pearls in his ears.

ETA BC I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT THIS

BUT COVE HAS SHARP TEETH <333

well, sharp canines anyway

kinda like this photo: here

imagine his lil sharp smile..... i love him

also don't ask me how he shifts. bc i have no idea

as far as I'm concerned he's like a fucking Dino capsule that you drop in water and inflates

LIKE A FUCKING ORBEEZ

okay that settles it, that's what we're going with LMAO

oh my god

before i forget.. mer cove is Big

know how i said orc!derek was like 7 foot?

cove is like 7 foot 2 or some shit

idk, but derek has competition!!

i don't think that's the normal height for mer-people either. well. not mermaids anyway. orcas and whales? for sure

he has claws as well!! he tries to keep them short bc he's clumsy but he has em

ykw i didn't considered webbed hands.... is that an idea?

...nah. i think his tail makes up for it since i imagine cove is missing some key mermaid qualities due to being part human

in his human form he has the claws as well

back to the big, 7 foot thing!!!

cove has big hands as well, of course in his mer form but also in his human form

even in his human form he's still over 6'5

lots of piercings in his ears. has studs in his ear lobes and has a chain connecting his helix and his stud on one of his ears

a chain of pearls on his wrist!!!!

oh. my. god.

waist chains.

of course he doesn't wear these nice shiny all at once lol, he's not into being blinged out like that, but wears any jewelry he's gifted all the time <33

wears waist chain's mostly when he's in human form, since he doesn't have any fins getting caught or evil pirates to worry about

!!! i almost forgot

he brings you many many gifts

he's like a puppy this way

you have jars of shells and sand, some sand different colors from certain beaches he's visited.

cove even brought you your own string of pearls, and you have mini towers of different colored sea glass

so many gifts that you have a whole book case for them and even then some things spill into other areas of the house

whether or not you met cove at a young age, i think you start to understand what all his different chirps and sounds mean

like a few quick chirps are a sign of happiness

i even imagine he purrs like a cat so he'll put your hand to his heart and let you feel the rumble of his chest

or he'll nuzzle your cheek and you can hear it in your ear <33

[hippopotatoe]

I only know about ö, æ, and å from the song~ If it pleases you, tell me about their history?

i have literally no idea what song you're talking about but okay, buckle up, long semi unhinged rant abt letters ahead!

so. the alphabet. what a concept. we learn it, we love it, blah blah blah. let's not get into the history here, just accept the latin a-z modern alphabet with it's 26 letters. well. some countries have more than 26 letters. many countries have extra letters (usually existing letters with addendums) which have their own unique sounds and are learned as if they were their own unique letters (which they are!) but not officially part of the alphabet. why? eh, varies. some languages have so many extras to so many letters that it simply would be too much of a trouble to separate what are unique letters and what are pronounciation guides. some probably have other reasons. i mean, some countries have 26 letter simply because of tradition (ask any swede to say the alphabet and they'll miss w 99% of the time, because it's a completely surperflous letter which should stop existing in our alphabet and just file under v. but whatever).

anyway. some countries have extra letters. german have ä, ö and ü, which are learned as their own letter bc of their unique sounds, but are filed under a, o and u in the dictionary. scandinavia have å, ä/æ and ö/ø, and they are treated as separate letters in the alphabet, which gives our alphabets 29 letters (should be 28 but WHATEVER). they have completely unique sounds in our languages, so why should they be treated as anything but unique letters? please note that ä and æ are literally the same letters. same with ö and ø

and here. HERE is where i get emotional: the differences in how and why sweden and denmark+norway write their "extra" letters

for as long as people have had writing, we have changed how we write. fonts are nothing new. every day we read three completely different looking version of the letter a without batting an eye. the way letters look are constantly evolving. and once upon a time in the 1500's there was a style called fraktur developed in germany. nothing new under the sun, someone wanted a font that looked cool, the style continued to develop alongside the "normal" looking latin alphabet, and eventually fraktur was seen as obsolete and phased out. but one thing fraktur was very good at, was combining letters into one to save space. it made sense for letters that was often written next to each other to make certain sounds to be written as one symbol. in fraktur there is a symbol that means tz, there is one that means ck, one that meant sz and so on... and some combos stuck. the symbol that simply was a space saving mashup of s and z eventually became the german letter ß (which is now being phased out afaik). however... fraktur wasn't the first style to do this. we already had æ

at some point, someone in germany decided that you know what? æ and œ actually still takes up unnecessary space. we want them to be even more compact; out with the middle ages, in with the new. we have a writing style that is so fucking good at mashing up letters and we don't like how someone else have done that already, we want to be the best. the best way to do this was apparently by looking at another old way of giving letters unique sounds by drawing lines above them, and modernized it by put e above o and a. like just. a teeny tiny e floating above a and o. which sweden thought was kinda cool looking. we were a very modern and cool country after all. this eventually resulted in people writing two lines or dots above them rather than a full on e, which became the ä and ö we know and love today. but in denmark and norway people apparently was fine with the way æ looked (or they were just really really conservative and didn't want to throw out a several hundred year old letter), but they agreed that œ was a waste of space, but that swedes were tools for following germany, and they came up with their own solution by shoving the letters together completely. e overlayed on o became ø. æ stayed as æ. and then all three of us turned our heads to germany and said "but you know what? we DO have a sound which kinda sorta sounds like aa or ao, but we have no way of really writing that beside á which could also have other sounds which just makes things kinda confusing. and germany do actually have a neat little thing going on with the lil' e on top of another letter. should we maybe... invent the letter å?" and then we did

and i just find it beautiful how swedish, norweigan and danish, three languages that are so close they would be dialects if we weren't separate countries, looked at the same unique sounds which we wrote in the same way, and said hey. let's make them into proper letters. and then we solved it in two completely separate ways.

next up: watch me cry over how different languages pronounce the same letters

[omgcatboi]

Are you a “eat until death” type of person? I know you want to get fatter, but 800 pounds is a lot…

Answer below the cut (:

I'm not sure how to read the intentions behind this anon, rather they be good or bad. But I'm going to answer anyways because I do get asked this from time to time.

( disclaimer because I can already hear people trying to argue with me, but my aunt who was 700 pounds lived until her 60's and she was fat her entire life, so no, she didn't die immediately from gaining weight. Nor will I. )

Am I an ' eat until death ' type of person;

I absolutely am, but I limit my ' death feedism ' posting here ( as well as tag it ) and am thinking of making another side blog to remove that posting from here entirely for the comfort of my followers. I'm not eating with intention to end myself, I just feel like life is what you make of it and anything can happen at any point to cut us a short deal. Also, my cultural beliefs are that the entire purpose of life is to experience it. So that's what I want to do. Death isn't the end goal, and I do eat many healthy foods ( and encourage it often on my blog so that other feedees can gain weight more healthily. ) I just know I wanna get as big as possible, and that may bring along a good handful of complications that can result in death.

TW ; talk of fascism and American imperialism as well as transphobia / legislation enforcing bigotry.

Also, not to get all doom and gloom but look at the state of this world. Look at the dying planet we have limited time on. Each day a new fascist bill gets passed here in America alone. If death takes me out this hellscape then it's doing me a hell of a favor, because there IS no other way out. Not without a ton of money for a passport and applying for citizenship overseas as well as paying American taxes AFTER moving out. And even then, America IS the empire of our age. It influences the rest of the world. And it has already been invading other countries and enforcing fascist dictatorships either directly or indirectly for MANY years now. So even if I COULD hypothetically move out, I'd still be at risk of being under Americas extreme rule anyway. Or worse, I'd end up in a situation like P/lestinian just like Vi/tnam was.

I know what I'm saying is dark and depressing, as well as anxiety inducing, but I'm showing that I've put plenty of thought behind this decision. Just like I did before starting HRT even tho I ALWAYS knew I am trans. And I don't need anyone trying to talk me out of the lifestyle I am living. Besides, with my genetics, I'm going to keep gaining regardless. It happened to my aunt who was roughly 700 pounds, and even then, she was near her 60's when she passed. I'm only gaining faster, not less. ( And she wasn't gaining intentionally, she just didn't care about fitting into other people's idea of what she should be and what she should do. )

In her 60's

60'S

I don't want to be old and wrinkly ( no hate tho those who are ) I don't want to live that damn long ( like 70's and older ) just. Nah. I'm good.

I'm just enjoying my time while I have it.

( this next part is not about people with triggers who are triggered by death feedism or very fat bodies. So if that is you, stop exposing yourself to this bc I tagged it and talked about it plenty before getting to this point of the post. )

And as a footnote to anyone who may be reading this, if you have an issue with people getting ' too big ' 1) you need to check that way of thinking because you ARE in the feedism / fat kink community. And that INCLUDES people who are, gasp, suprise, FAT. And 2) you should spend some time reflecting on what lead you to harboring that way of thinking.

Not saying this anon holds these views at all, I'm just mentioning it because it is my blog and we are on the topic. ( Plus I'm Knipping everything in the bud now as far as the group of people who will try and spew any level of fatphobia at me for this. In which case I'm not even going to read what y'all say, I'm just going to block you lol. )

One love and allat 😌

[justacanofcorn]

Barker (Valery Legasov x Reader) pt 1

You know what? Fuck you *throws yearning and unspoken feelings at you along with graphite from an exposed reactor core*

There's something really weird abt writing a (albiet fictionalized) real historical figure bc I find the actor hot buuuuuut who cares we ball anyway. Fic under cut.

It began with you, Boris, and Valery sitting anxiously in Boris' suite. The three of you sat at perfect opposites around the two phones on the center table, watching, waiting. At first, Boris tried to lighten the mood with some quips as he was known to do, and Legasov would humor them with small smiles, but you had eyes only for the phones. You were practically chewing through cigarettes; you never smoked before you came to Pripyat. You personally thought that it was unbecoming of a scientist, and found it ironic to inhale one dangerous chemical whilst studying another. But then, you were all likely in for a worse fate than lung cancer.

After hours, Boris stalked downstairs to the bar to soothe his soul with vodka, leaving you and the professor. You bounced your leg, wiped your eyes, smoked, took your glasses off only to put them back on, and flipped through packets of notes and findings. All the while, Valery watched you try to distract yourself with a half-broken heart. Everything about Chernobyl was tragic, and it was nearly impossible to pit one tragedy against the other. Valery would never forget the look on Boris' face when he told him about their new life expectancy. It was so childlike in its unfiltered shock that it caused him physical pain. But you- you hardly flinched. Khomyuk had commented once that you were hardheaded and that's why no one could prevent you from following her into the fray, so it made sense to her that you would accept your fate. But you were younger than them, being an assistant studying under Khomyuk at the Institute. Older than some of the men working the reactor that fateful night, but still too young for what little life you'd have left.

But then, at what age is the tragedy of it all cut?

Hours after those hours later, after Boris had returned and retired to bed, Valery still waited by the phones, smoking, almost standing guard. He looked an absolute wreck and couldn't remember the last time he'd looked in a mirror. And you looked about the same. You'd fallen asleep on the other couch, and it must have been a good sleep because you didn't move once. Your hair and clothes were messed from the ultimate position you took to stay comfortable. Valery had thought at many different intervals to wake you but could not bring himself to do so.

There was something about you that fascinated him. Perhaps it was the academic in him, but you were an enigma in many ways. Deeply likeable and charming whilst keeping your true self guarded impenetrably. No one knew anything about your life except Khomyuk, and she barely knew anything worth telling. It wasn't until he saw you completely vulnerable on the couch that Valery considered himself to see you in earnest. A brave soul, like them, too young for it all, like everyone else, rushing in headfirst even though no one asked you to; only you and Khomyuk had that in common. Maybe that's why you seemed so different. Even Khomyuk was serving out of a sense of scientific duty. Maybe you were too; either way, it bothered Valery.

He took a final drag off his dying cigarette and stubbed it out, then looked at the clock on the wall above you. Three thirty-six in the morning. He removed his glasses and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. You all weren't going to hear from Khomyuk tonight. He'd known it hours ago, but he didn't want to leave until you did. But since he was the only one awake anymore, he decided to call it off.

Valery stood and went to where you lay on the couch. He laid a gentle hand on your shoulder to wake you, and in an instant you sat up. Even half awake, you tried to be active and alert. When you found your glasses on the coffee table you put them on and looked up at Valery.

"Khomyuk?" Was all you asked. He shook his head.

"We're not going to hear anything tonight, Comrade. I suggest you get some sleep before the committee meeting tomorrow."

You groaned and lay your head back down.

"I was sleeping."

Valery crosses to shrug on his suit jacket.

"I meant in a bed."

Except you didn't want to go back to your room because you hated being alone. Maybe that's one of the reasons you chased Khomyuk to this desolate place. You wanted to help, of course, but what was worse was sitting at the Institute without her. Unbearable. You sat up again and stretched.

"It's too quiet here."

You stand and put on your own coat. You wipe your face of any wayward drool as Valery opens the suite door for you and you both exit.

"The entire city is deserted," he said as if you didn't know. It was his nature to respond with the truth of things even if it was obvious. It saved him from the awkward dance of clever turn of phrase and hidden meanings.

"I can't sleep in quiet."

You, Boris, Valery, and Khomyuk all stayed on the same floor of the hotel, albiet at random rooms since the hotel was relatively full when you'd come to stay, and even now that Pripyat was empty as he'd said, no one bothered changing rooms.

"I don't think I could go back to sleep anyway," you continued and Valery eyed you with interest. This was the most you'd ever spoken unprompted.

"We have to be at the Kremlin at ten."

"I just need some fresh air."

Valery stopped you both in the hallway. Even at this very late hour, he was paranoid about prying eyes and keen ears.

"I'm not sure it's the best of ideas to go stalking around outside right now."

"Just around the fountain."

"By yourself? And if you encounter agents?"

"I'll invite them to walk with me."

"Be serious."

"I am." And you were. Your face hardened at his buried accusation that you were being flippant. "I can't just lie down and stare at the ceiling. At least I can exert some of the anxiety. I appreciate your concern, but I don't believe I'll be arrested for taking the night air."

But even that was a lie because you knew, as you all knew, that any of you were a hair's breadth away from intense scrutiny under the watchful eye of the KGB. While yes, you doubted arrest, to be accosted was not out of the question.

"Then do you mind if I accompany you?" He asked. He was tired, he wanted to go to sleep, but more than that he did not want you to go out there alone. It suited level headed people to be paranoid in times like these, and he'd happily double or triple that paranoia if it kept his friends safe.

You nodded mutely and changed directions for the stairs. Once outside, you lit another cigarette and offered it to Valery, who accepted. Some of the stray dogs trotted beside the two of you. They were some of the saddest parts of it all, after the unspeakable human suffering. Alone, abandoned, left to fend for themselves. Even then, months later, it was becoming painfully apparent that they were starving, dirty and mangey. Still, you offered them some comfort where you could, such as during this walk, when you bent down occasionally to scratch them behind their ears.

It was a cloudy and starless night but the streetlamps remained as they always had, offering an illuminated glow every few meters. At some point, you glanced over at Valery. You'd made notice early on how he carried himself. He always looked at the ground, always took a submissive tone in conversation, except when it came to Boris. With Boris, he challenged. You weren't sure why, but you still hardly knew them despite the long hours and close quarters.

He looked especially tired, more than usual. You hadn't considered that he took as much a toll from Khomyuk's silence as you did. There had formed a strange sort of comradery between the four of you, teetering on friendship but never truly stepping over that line. At least not around one another.

But you were as impressed with Valery as you were Boris and Khomyuk. He was called to this as Boris was, but he also faced it head on as you all did. A quiet, diminutive man, one who naturally avoided conflict, he still managed to fight for the things he knew he needed to, even if he was powerless to do so.

And when you weren't looking, Valery was glancing at you, thinking all the things he'd thought when you were asleep, only now he was considering why you didn't want to go to sleep. Surely passing the time would end in finding Khomyuk sooner, wouldn't it?

"How are you feeling? About tomorrow?" He asked after a long period of silence. You ran a hand through your hair and Valery watched.

"Useless. I hate waiting outside in that hallway."

You were referring to the Kremlin and how you weren't allowed at committee meetings. It had been a struggle enough to get Khomyuk in that room that nobody much bothered with you. You understood, you didn't take personal offense, but you still hated being in that hallway.

"I doubt it will take long. Not that I know much going in."

"What is he like?"

Valery quirks up an eyebrow at you question. "Who?"

"The Secretary General. I've heard him speak on television and the radio, but what is he like in the room?"

Again, Valery took in the surrounding area.

"I'm not sure-"

"You're right. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

You shook the idea from you head and pet another stray as it came up beside you.

"Can I ask you a question, Comrade?" Valery asked rather suddenly, his hoarse voice catching in the cold air. You let your silence speak an affirmative. "What brought you here? Besides knowing Khomyuk. None of the public even knew about the accident until recently and none of them know the true severity. Khomyuk knew almost immediately and that's why she came. Why did you follow?"

You slowed and Valery matched your pace. You took a drag from the half forgotten cigarette. For a brief moment, you acknowledge that your lips and his have shared purchase on the thin paper and you suddenly blush. Thankfully, for the cold, it was unnoticeable.

"I've always been like these dogs. Ever since I was little. I find someone and I follow them around. Even if someone is mean and kicks, I'll still follow until I find someone nicer. Khomyuk was nicer. I felt I had to come with her. She has another assistant and he's more than capable of keeping the department going." You take another smoke. "I didn't want to be there without her."

He watched you as you gave your confession. You compared yourself to a dog and he was having a difficult time moving past that. It brought to mind Laika from decades before. He thought suddenly about a different time and reality altogether where he was in a position to give you a nickname, and he thought Laika would be suitable. He quickly shook that thought away.

"Noble," he said finally, though he didn't fully believe it. You laughed.

"Hardly. Stupid, truly. I'll run into anything if it means..." You stopped yourself because, for the first time, you were about to divulge a part of yourself to one of your colleagues here. Not even Khomyuk knew of your deepest insecurities. "Dogs run after their owners."

Valery wanted so badly to force the dog metaphor away with reassurances, but he didn't, because he didn't know how. He wanted to place a comforting hand on you but he didn't know how you would react. He wanted to say and do a great many things, but he couldn't, so he settled for continuing the walk with you in darkness.

[good-beans]

Giving u a free pass to talk about Milgram bc i have no idea what's happening with it. I know there are 10 Guys that committed crimes and some warden child thats abt it

LMAOO I swear I tried to be quick but I just love this project so much ;-; Thanks for asking!!

So yes! The basis of the project is there are 10 murderers in a supernaturally prison and you (through a semi-audience insert, gender-neutral Child Warden, Es) must decide whether or not you forgive them. The cases are split between "they would be sentenced as a murderer irl" and "they wouldn't."

All the cases are emotionally messy and the cast diverse in age/upbringing, making it really easy to find characters you sympathize with. The murders center around a ton of societal debates -- Direct murders involve mental illness, bullying, the ethics of sacrificing some to save others. The latter category involves topics like someone else getting hurt/killing themselves because of someone else' actions, where the line of self-defense lies, etc. Each case is written with extreme care and knowledge of the kinds of people involved, and the voice dramas always leave me staring at the wall contemplating everything...

The project itself is interactive, and each character gets three trials on which the audience votes "forgiven" or "unforgiven." Verdicts from trial one resulted in interpersonal conflicts within the prison, making second trial verdicts really difficult since the audience was trying to balance voting in a way that stays true to themself while also keeping everyone safe. (Spoiler alert -- IT DIDN'T WORK 😭 The big news yesterday was that trial three is starting soon, and three beloved characters died because of our choices 😭😭😭😭) But this interactive element really brings it all together. Despite feeling like the World's Worst Group Project some days, it's really impactful hearing so many perspectives reflecting on the dangers of any/all judgements.

BUT it's all about the music :D Paired with a ~10 minute voice drama, each crime is communicated through music videos, and in a genre that matches the character, so once again there's something that appeals to everyone >:3 (I'll admit it's all jpop, but) there's a pop character, a rock character, a metal(?) character, a musical theater character, there are songs that are classy and cutsey and child-like and so on. I was shocked that I've enjoyed every single song in the discography, but even you're really picky there's at least one character who will probably hit your vibe!

The music videos are visually cool, the art only becoming more stunning as the project goes on. All the vocalists have beautiful, unique voices and are exceedingly talented. They put their best performances into their heartwrenching songs and voice dramas. The song producers have made insane new songs as well as arranging fun bonus covers for Deco*27's vocaloid songs. Here's a playlist just of the music! (Everyone and their mother has a story playlist lmao but if anyone wants mine hmu 😎👍)

Anyway SORRY that was so much rambling and I didn't even give any context to anything on my dash asdfgh. Uhhh long story short with spoilers -- Out of my three favorites, one just died presumably because the doctor keeping her alive was killed by a kid who loved her (and was, in painful irony, trying to save her by killing the doctor.) One has likely reached such a low point that he lost his fiery spark of a hero and is now leaning into religious cult teachings. And the other is horribly isolated and cold because no one is taking her seriously and is too focused on themselves and their own biases to actually treat her life with the dignity and complexity it deserves.

[antiadvil]

thank u for being the migraine advocate around here it’s nice to see someone giving context to what phil and other migraine sufferers (like me!) deal with. i have recently started actually doing something more about my head issues than just taking utterly useless NSAIDs as needed so i dont know a lot of things yet and i didn’t know there was a word for that extreme touch sensitivity! its been especially tough since i have been dealing with 2 slow-healing ear piercings that are still pretty sensitive so i cant really have my hair down but then it also hurts to put it up 🙄 so frustrating!! anyway yeah phil is insane for the hat thing id rather die than have anything wrapped around my head like that

ahhh that means a lot to hear :') this quote is probably garbled bc it's like third or fourthhand by now but someone once told someone else that part of everyone's migraine treatment plan should be activism and somehow that quote made its way to me and i thought it was kind of silly at first but i get it now. i was like how is raising migraine awareness going to help me?? i am already aware of my migraines?? and then i realized that a big part of how i got this bad was a complete lack of understanding about my condition on so many levels and i was like oh. ohhhhhhhhh. it's too late for early intervention for me but i hope that by sharing my experiences ppl can learn from my mistakes. my migraines are super genetic, both sides of the family get bad headaches and my younger siblings have really similar headache patterns to me when i was their age, so it brings me a lot of comfort to know that whatever happens with my headaches, my siblings are better positioned to deal with theirs because of what we've learned from my experiences.

i'm glad to hear you're doing something more about your migraines!! i hope things go well for you. migraine treatment can be such a painful slog sometimes but i hope you find something that helps quickly and with minimal side effects. i love to see ppl discover treatment options other than ibuprofen bc i used to think that normal pain meds were the only way to treat headaches and i was like well no one's going to give me opioids so if ibuprofen doesn't work i should just go die i guess :') and i was right that no one was going to give me opioids lmao but i didn't realize that there were migraine-specific options. i also didn't realize that i was getting migraines but you know! that's a whole separate thing.

and the earring thing sounds super annoying! that's another downside to getting a daith piercing that i didn't consider lmao. tbh one of the reasons i'm cutting my hair (it's pretty long right now) is it's difficult to take care of when i can't put it up. i never realized how often i need to put my hair in a ponytail until it started hurting lol.

also, migraines are soooo complicated and can have so many weird symptoms, i was really lucky that the doctor who did my neurology intake was super thorough when taking a history and explained that a lot of problems i had been dealing with were actually migraine related. i'd been dealing with some weird low-level but constant congestion for a while and my neck was always stiff and achy and i thought it was maybe allergies or something wrong with my pillow but OOPS turns out those are just migraine symptoms. and there's a lot of terminology that i didn't know either, i still cringe at my misuse of the word aura for a few months (i thought it was just any migraine symptom that wasn't a headache 😭) and i also did not know what chronic migraines meant lmao. i was correct when i said i had chronic migraines but only on accident (i thought it was like, chronic if you kept getting them for months/years, bc usually chronic just means a long lasting condition but for migraines it refers to a specific number of headache/migraine days per month). and like it's just words and i don't want to place too much importance on words but it's nice to know that other people experience the same symptom and knowing medical words makes research and dealing with doctors easier. i have probably gone a little bit insane and definitely do not need to know as much about migraines as i do but oh well :') i've always felt the need to understand my treatment options and the medications i'm taking, and i am proud of the amount that i know about migraines and migraine medication and my medication specifically.

unfortunately, the wad hat remains a medical mystery, lmao, phil said it helped with migraines from his phone so i thought maybe it was a light thing?? but he seemed to think it was the pressure helping, and i do get why that helps some people when they already have a headache (even though it doesn't work out very well for me), so maybe it's just like, light sensitivity causing a headache but the headache usually goes away when he stops looking at the light? i get headaches like that sometimes, where they go away when the light source/other trigger goes away, the thing is, i always have some level of a migraine, and phil's said he doesn't get the painful ones continuously (which is what i have lmfao). but i've heard of some people with chronic migraine dealing with symptoms like photophobia during the interictal phase (and idk if he's still dealing with continuous vestibular symptoms in which case it's not really interictal anyways), so maybe it's something like that? i need someone to study phil's wad cap under a microscope. i don't expect like, broadly applicable results from this study, i just need to know.

[darkscaleswriter]

⭐️⭐️ *Tosses stars at you for the ask game*

(ask for a director’s cut on any of my fics!)

!!! thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble :D

SO for Write Our Names in the Wet Concrete, which I just updated a couple days ago so it's still very much on the mind, I have many many feelings about casey junior (as I'm sure anyone can tell lol I'm not subtle). specifically, I have many feelings about his relationship with his mom, bad future!cassandra jones.

I know there was some stuff from the rottmnt crew on the former bird site or something (?) about how cassandra died when casey was pretty young and he was mostly raised by future leo, but I personally do not subscribe to that. not for his backstory in wonitwc, at least. as much as i love dad leo, it's important to me that he's just as much a jones as he is a hamato, especially given that he uses the jones last name.

anyway, many thoughts about the wonitwc iteration of bad future!cassandra jones under the cut, bc i uh. definitely rambled haha ^.^

(also, important note: a lot of my characterization and backstory for cassandra is probably inspired - both consciously and not - by the mean teen fighting machines fic series by @radishhqueen, which is an absolutely incredible character exploration series for april and cassandra that made me fall in love with cassandra jones as a character. please go read it if you have a chance, it's SO good!!!)

so in wonitwc, after cassandra found casey as a baby and decided to raise him, she fully committed. it definitely wasn't an easy decision to take a step back from field work, but a baby is a 24/7 job, and the shift to handling the more organizational/admin side of the growing resistance (as mentioned in chapter 10) helped her feel less like she was costing the group by making others fight in her place. she never regretted that decision, but I think there were a few times she came close. maybe when a mission party would come back having lost someone because they didn't have enough eyes, maybe when a scout never returned after running into a trap that she knew she could've spotted.

as a parent, i think that cassandra was, honestly, not too different from what we see of her in the show lol. a bit more even-keeled with age, but still wholeheartedly committed to everything she put her mind to and not shy about it, which is why i find it extremely funny that casey somehow turned out a Good Kid (TM) who listens to authority (mostly) and respects his elders (unless theyre wrong). he's definitely got moments when his temper breaks, like when he yells at teen leo in the movie, but on the whole, his brand of feral is less… loud, i guess. not sure that's the best way to describe it but it's all my brain is coming up with right now haha.

part of casey's comparatively calmer personality can probably be attributed to the turtles and april, who also played large parts in raising him, but it's not like they're chill either. the final movie opening didn't get to really show this, but in the storyboards for a previous version of the movie's opening, it's shown that future leo has still retained a lot of teen leo's goofiness, though it's hard to say how much of that is performative. at any rate, i interpreted that as showing that the turtles were still themselves in the bad future, at least in some small part.

speaking of the turtles!! my general headcanon is that they and april informally adopt cassandra as family at some point in the future, and joke that she's a distant cousin since the hamato clan started as an offshoot of the foot clan. they get very emotional when cassandra decides to include "hamato" as part of casey junior's full name, which is a real whiplash moment from their reactions when she told them she was going to name him directly after herself lmao. anyway, casey junior grows up knowing that he's a part of the hamato clan, in name and spirit if not by blood.

cassandra was definitely grateful for the help raising casey junior, too. i don't think she ever really considered herself a single parent - raising casey was very much a team effort, even if she was his primary caregiver. cassandra is the only person that casey ever used a parental title for, though. i think she first started teaching casey to address the others by their titles out of ingrained tradition (foot clan was traditional in an oddly random assortment of ways lol) but then let him keep doing it bc it was funny. this does not help casey's Good Kid (TM) image haha.

cassandra's feelings on becoming a hamato, meanwhile, are initially mixed. on one hand, nothing brings people together like an external threat that's in the process of ending the world, so she's bonded a lot with the remaining members of the hamato clan in the apocalypse. on the other hand, she was still in the midst of finding herself after leaving the foot clan when the apocalypse hit, and the invasion triggered by her former cult definitely did not help with that. especially not when she had to put down the krang-infected foot brute and foot lieutenant. i debated taking that out, since it got darker than i expected, but it felt fitting for the tone of the chapter, so. sorry, cassandra :P

i think that cassandra's relationship with her sensei's was very much a "it didn't change anything, but it matters that the love was there" situation. they did terrible things, but they were her only family for a long time, and they cared about her. i don't think she ever fully reconciled with that. there's a reason she never really talked about them to casey junior, besides the fact that reminding people in the apocalypse that she was a former member of the clan that started said apocalypse by summoning the krang would've been a terrible idea.

but. there were times, especially when casey was little, that cassandra would catch herself wishing she could show him off to her senseis. the brute would let casey ride around on his shoulders while the lieutenant would teach him how to fold perfect origami. in another world, maybe those would've been casey junior's eccentric grandpas, visiting on alternate weekends to spoil him. fighting splinter for the position of "favorite grandparent," lol.

maybe something like that could happen far in the future of wonitwc, depending on how things go. we'll see!