#as for if she'll be a monster later? time will tell

[playroom-sekaii]

do you have any fluffy/nice small mizuki headcanons after the bombshell that was mizu5? i feel so bad for them i hope they get better :(

Why of course!

(This post uses she/they pronouns for Mizuki!!)

Fluffy little Mizuki hcs 🎀

(Oh how they deserve better...)

🩷 They love pretending to be a magical girl! Lovely Ribbon Mizu-chan is here to save her cgs and sibbies from any bad guys or monsters that may threaten them! Usually involving the monsters on the bed or when Ena decides to be the "worstest person ever" and says no more cookies since they "already had five" smh those are rookie numbers.

🩷 Most of her cg titles are sibling ones (Kanade-neechan, Ena-nee, Rui-niichan, etc), but Honami is her mama, she's everyone in Nightcord's mama, she cannot fight it /lh

🩷 Absolutely hates naps, but adores the idea of "catnaps". They'll only go down for a nap some days if their cg agrees to let them curl up in a ball on a chair, their lap, or a "cat bed" made of pillows. Sunbeams help immensely. They may or may not also be a kitty regressor that hasn't realized it yet-

🩷 That being said, for how chaotic they can be while small, they love quiet time, usually while other little ones are napping. Cuddling up close with a cg, maybe with a white noise machine or gentle music on, working on simple crafts or reading a picture book, either with them involved or just having their caregiver as a comforting presence. This especially helps when they've had a long or stressful day, they calm down immediately.

🩷 Loves claw machines, since she already loves stuffed animals while small. She's been fuzzy while walking home with Toya before and they passed an arcade, which ended in Mizuki being so impressed by "Mr. Toya's" super cool crane machine skills, since even though she loves the stuffed animals she usually needs Mafuyu or Rui to win them for her when she's small (oh, the tragedies of poor hand-eye coordination...)

🩷 They love the idea of being a cool big sister to younger regressors, just like Yuuki! They wanna help their cgs with everything they can, even if sometimes it's a bit messy (they aren't allowed to refill sippy cups on their own anymore), it's the thought that counts!

🩷 Speaking off, before telling Ena and the rest of Nightcord, the only ones that knew they were an age regressor were Rui and Yuuki, who saw them regressed a few times in middle school and helped them out before they eventually told her what it was later. She's very supportive, buying them lots of cute little gear and cging over phone or video calls when they're alone, even when their time zones get a bit wonky she'll never leave her baby sister behind.

🩷 She has a brown stuffed kitty named Enanyan. When she's big Ena gets tsuntsun about it but when Mizuki's regressed it makes her feel so happy, like, woah she's actually doing good as a cg-

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Since I don't wanna spoil too much of some of the new stuff I've been making, I will talk about stuff thats new but not really a spoiler for MiM

It's a character who's got a smaller role, but I like her quite a bit. Her name's Mandy Craven and she's one of Joshua's friends from before they met Aaron. She works at a thrift store and she n Josh still talk even after they left school. She even meets their new friend group and gets on well with the others.

[luvyeni]

𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! ㅤ ㅤ𓂃 ㅤ박성훈

CHAPTER NINETEEN. cabin fever ... 「 materialist 」

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…ㅤ

𓂃 🎞️. chapter warnings. a little angst , mostly fluff word count. 3048

pulling into the driveway of the cabin; turning off the car. “we're here.” both girls jumping out of the car. “my god yn you need your license revoked.” yeojin said , yoon nodding in agreement. “oh please we survived.”

“yeah we did, barely we barely fucking survived.” you scoffed climbing out of the car. “don't forget we have to drive back.” you said. “yeah unfortunately so let's have fun now just in case we don't make it back home.” you rolled your eyes, smiling because you were happy; happy to be here with your friends. “let's have fun , let's go into the house it's cold.”

“we're here!” you shouted , your suitcase dragging behind you. “where is everyone.” yeojin walked around the cabin. “kitchen.” you made your way to the kitchen , hearing all the voices. “yn!” jungwon jumped off the chair , hugging you. “won , we do go to the same school , i see you every day.” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around the boy. “and you still manage to not see me for days at a time.” he said. “just like when we were kids and lived in the same home.”

“hey yoon.” your brothers cheeks red as he talked to your friend; you shook your head , jake coming up next to you. “look what i got.” he ushered you to look down , a small bag filled with the green leafy substance. “don't tell sunoo , he told me yesterday not to bring it.” you nodded. “later?” he raised his eyebrows , you nodded. “later.”

“where is sunoo?” you looked around for the host. “him jay natty and julie went shopping at the market.” you nodded. “your room is upstairs.” ni-ki said. “it's 5 bedrooms , the couples get there own of course— so that's sunoo and jay , julie and natty and sunghoon and mina.” heeseung rolled his eyes , eyebrows raised. “hey yn let's pretend to be a couple so we can share a room together.”

“absolutely not , she'll sleep with yeojin and yoon and you'll sleep with us.” jungwon said. “take your bags upstairs.” you scoffed. “who's the elder here?” he was quick to fight back. “who's the smartest.” you scoffed. “i am.” he mocked you. “bullshit we both know i'm the smartest.”

“who's the brokest?” his lips formed a pout. “she won bro let it go.” jake laughed. “just go put your things up, they should be back soon.” the three of them making your way up the steps to the room. “oh my god , when did sunoos parents have all this money.” you were in awe with the room. “sunoo will forever pay for any outing from here on out.”

the three of you just dropping your luggage off , you sat down on the bed. “you coming back down?” you nodded. “yeah , just need a minute.” yeojin stopped , sitting down next to you. “you okay?” you smiled. “fine , just need a second.” the two girls respected that. “just come down when you're ready, okay?” they left you alone , you let out a sigh— he wasn't there; you can't believe that was the first thing on your mind , but old habits die hard you guess.

hearing how he and mina would be sharing a room made you sick , of course it's not like you could say anything without raising suspicions. you began to overthink everything — was this a good idea? coming here? you had only made up with him, but the feelings you always harbored for the boy never went away, and now you're here with him— and his girlfriend, the same girl who pretended to be your friend for years in front of everyone, but behind closed doors was a monster. you couldn't blame them for inviting her since you never even said anything.

you stood up; you weren't gonna let this ruin your trip, you tapped your cheeks , looking into the mirror. “you aren't in highschool anymore , pulling yourself together.” you said to yourself. “you're hot.” you opened the door , stepping out of the room — crashing straight into a body. “oh shit yn!” you heard his voice. “you okay?”

you stood up , brushing yourself off. “i-im fine.” you cringed , “i’m fine.” he nodded. “you're here?” he said , you nodded , finally realizing his state , which was naked , well he did have a towel covering his lower half. “oh shit , i just was showering.” he covered his body. “i was on my way to my room.” he pointed and you realized; his room was right next to yours. “it's great you're here,” he said — and you wish you could stop staring at him. “yn?” you looked up at him. “you sure you okay , you look like you've seen a ghost.”

you were about to say something; but you both were interrupted. “yn what's taking you so- oh?” natty stood there , eyes looking in between the two of you. “i accidentally bumped into her.” sunghoon said. “why are you naked?” natty turned to you , you shook your head no. “i was just coming down stairs.” you quickly confessed. “yoon told me you were up here and you seemed upset.” sunghoon turned to you. “upset? are you okay.”

“i’m fine i swear.” natty grabbed your hand. “your girlfriend is downstairs and she annoyed sunoo the entire trip to the market.” he sighed , nodding. “here i come.” she hummed. “yeah , make sure you're clothed , let's go yn.” she dragged you away. “he's good looks good.” she said. “i see why you like him.” your face was red. “don't let anyone know i said that.” you nodded , both of you making your way down the steps.

you greeted everyone who was at the market; mina standing on the other side of the island , shooting daggers into the side of your face, she wanted you to look at her; and thanks to your brother who you couldn't blame really— you were forced to look at her. “yn aren't you gonna say hi to mina?”

you gave the girl a tight lipped smile. “hello.” she walked over to you , wrapping her arms around you , your eyes widened. “it's been so long since we've had a vacation together , i can't wait to have so much fun with you.” she squeezed you tight , what most people would think is a cute old friend meet up after a while , almost half of you in that room knew otherwise. “yn help me out the groceries away , the rest of you go find something to do.” sunoo pulled you away from the girl. “the hell is wrong with her.”

you and sunoo prepare the food for jay to cook , gossiping while chopping the veggies for the soup. “hoonie , come!” you heard the shrill of minas voice , looking behind you at the couple, sunghoon made eye contact with you , just as the girl wrapped her arms around him. “don't mind her , she's just trying to get under your skin , look.” you turned back to them , sunghoon was grabbing her wrist , pushing it down , you couldn't help but smile.

after jay got finished cooking; all of you sat down to eat; the boys cleaned the kitchen up while the rest of you got everything ready for the game night. “soju , where is it?” julie pointed to the kitchen. “i'll get it.”

“i need the soju.” you walked into the kitchen. “can't you get it yourself?” heeseung asked , plastic gloves on his hands. “yeah , but i bet you'd look much cuter getting it for me.” you winked. “here.” sunghoon handed you the bottles of alcohol. “oh thank you.” he smiled , nodding. you took the bottles walking out of the kitchen. “i got them.”

while everyone was cleaning a few of you showered ; putting on your pajamas for the night , before making your way back down the steps. “those are your pajamas?” jungwon asked. “should i go put on the onesie i keep just in case my brother wants to be in my business?” you sat on the couch , the fire going warming the living room. “her pajamas are fine won , let your sister breathe.” jake said. “thank you love.” you sat down next to him.

“you two are cute , aren't they cute hoonie?” mina asked. “i always thought they'd be cute together even in highschool.” you and jake looked at each other , then at the girl. “yeah i guess.” sunghoon mumbled under his breath. “wait.” ni-ki said , the youngest one clearly not reading the room. “i thought jake and yn were rivals in highschool?”

after a interesting game night; having to endure minas side comments; it wasn't all that bad though, you had your friends making you laugh— not to mention catching sunghoon staring at you multiple times , smiling when you would register him, your face would turn red and you'd had to put your head down , blaming it on the alcohol. “okay , maybe we should stop , we all know how yn gets when she's drunk.”

you rolled your eyes at yoon , about to speak up when you heard mina speak up. “you're still a sloppy drunk yn , i thought you'd grow out of that in freshman year of university.” the room went silent for a second. “what's that supposed to mean?” sunoo asked. “oh nothing of course , that's just how me and yn play.” she looked at you. “right yn?” you nodded. “i guess.” you shrugged , feeling like that girl from highschool again. “im actually tired , I'm gonna head up.” you stood from your seat. “good night everybody.”

“has she lost her fucking mind , what gives her the right to say something like that.” sunoo said. “shh , she's next door.” natty said. “i don't care , i only invited her because of sunghoon and he doesn't even seem like he wants her here , no one wants you here!” sunoo yelled , yeojin covering his mouth , you a giggled quietly. “i swear yn all he did was look at you.” yoon said. “and how would you know if you were too busy staring at her brother.” sunoo said you gagged. “gross.”

“hey.” jay knocked on the doors. “i guess that's my que.” sunoo stood up. “mines too , julie is probably waiting for me.” you nodded. “we have to get in relationships , it's always us three.” yeojin groaned. “we're gonna be old cat ladies.” she said. “hot old cat ladies.” you said , she nodded. “you got a point.”

the night slowly came over the cabin; it was still, quiet, everyone probably sleep on laying down , settled in for the night— except the people next to door. “they’ve been arguing for 30 minutes.” yeojin groaned , eyes closed. “i can't hear what they're yelling about.” yoon snoring beside you. “i don't care , some people are trying to sleep.” she shouted , the arguing ceasing. “see.”

she quickly fell back to sleep , you got up out of bed after removing yoon from on top of you. getting out of bed. the floor cold , making you shiver as you head towards the door , opening it — only to find sunghoon in front of it , about to knock. “oh hi.” you said. “hey.” he whispered. “i see you're still a night owl.” you nodded. “that and yoon snoring.” he smiled. “im sorry you had to hear that.” he said. “she's sleep now so.” you waved him off. “yeojin was just sleepy don't mind her.”

“yeah and im still sleepy , so if you're gonna talk get out.” your face turned red , you stepped out of the room. “she's like you.” you scoffed. “im offended.” you said. “she's tens times crazier.” he laughed. “crazy nonetheless.” you both stood in the hallway , before you spoke up. “you want some hot cocoa?”

you both made your way to the kitchen , where he watched you prepare the drinks , your back turned to him , allowing him to look at you a little longer. “here.” you handed him a cup. “let's go sit.”

taking a seat on the couch , taking a sip of cocoa. “so tell me , why were you two fighting?” he frowned. “i told her the comment she made about you.” he said. “told her it wasn't cool , that you were friends and she was wrong.” you tapping the rim of the mug. “you two are friends right?” he asked. “i haven't talked to since…” you trailed off. “oh.” he said. “it's fine , some people just- things change.”

“that day you called.” he started. “you don't have to- no i want to tell you.” he said. “that day you called , i didn't know you were on the phone.” he said , “and i didn't mean it like that.” you sat your cup down. “how did you mean it then?” you were ready to have the awkward conversation if it meant putting it in the past and moving forward. “you said it meant nothing to you.”

“i know , but it was a lie.” he confessed. “i was upset.” he said. “why , did i do something wrong?” you asked. “you don't remember?” he said. “believe me hoon , i think i would've remembered.” you said. “well mina , she told me , she told me you slept with me out of pity , she told me how you said you felt bad because you'd never feel the way i felt about you , and i still followed you around like a puppy , i only slept with her because i was drunk , she took me back to my frat , she came on to me and i guess i just let it happen.” his eyes were in his lap , your lips were flat. “i never said that.” you said , he looked up at you. “what?”

“i never said that , why would i sleep with you out of pity?” you asked. “but mina- she lied , hoon.” you said. “i only told her we slept together cause she kept pressing the issue.” you said. “so you didn't feel bad for me?” he asked. “why would i feel bad hoon , we both lost our virginities that night , and i never thought you followed behind me like a puppy , if anything i followed you around , against my brothers wishes.”

she was behind this the entire time , she was the reason you and him basically were at each other's throats. “why would she do that? you two were friends , why would she lie like that?” you stood up. “where are you going?” he asked still sitting. “to murder her in her sleep.” he quickly grabbed your arm. “no.” he said , “no? she ruined everything.” you exclaimed , throwing your hand up.

he listened to you get louder and louder , the house surely were to wake if you got louder and louder about how you were gonna kill her. “yn , calm down.” he said , but you weren't listening. “yn please.” you still were going off , he wasn't gonna lie he missed this part of you , when you would ramble on and on about nonsense— back then it made him want to kiss you to shut up.

“i swear to god as soon as the sun comes up , im gonna-” it happened so fast , you couldn't even catch yourself, because he was the one pulling you down , his lips on yours before you could even say anything , your eyes were wide as he held the back of your neck , your body in his arms as his lips danced with his…

you pulled away , gasping for air. “please don't slap me.” you didn't know what to do , so you laughed , which made him laugh. “you've traumatized me.” he said. “oh god what did we do?” you said. “we kissed.” he said. “yeah and you have a girlfriend, as much i want to punch the bitch , im not a homewrecker.”

“we aren't together.” he said. “huh?” you finally sat up. “your brother was the one to set that up , i said i’d go on one date , the date which you came to.” he said. “i was so mad.” you confessed. “i could tell.” he said. “like you wanted to take her head off.”

“that's still on the table.” you said. “no need.” he said. “i’ll tell her tomorrow , tell her that we were never a couple.” he said. “why?” you asked , he tilted his head. “what?’ he smiled , shaking his head. “god how did you live an entire year without me.” he grabbed the back of your neck again , pulling you into another passionate kiss , holding your chin. “what does this mean?” you asked when he pulled away.

“are you joking?” he asked , you laughed. “maybe you should kiss me again and find out.” he smirked , biting his lower lip. “still a tease.” he kissed your lips. “your lips taste like chocolate.” he laughed. “of course you'd say something like that right when im kissing you.” he wrapped his arms around you. “i have to get back to bed , in case the girls wake up , and if someone finds us like this , it won't be good.”

“well if my brother or mina find us it won't be good , sunoo probably planned this.” you said. “let's just lay here a little longer.” he placed his chin on your head. “it's been a while since i've held you in my arms , i want to savor this moment.” he sighed , finally getting what he wanted after a long time , he finally got his one and only true love back again.

you both held hands as you made it back upstairs. “i don't want you sleeping in there with her.” you said , pouting. “i'm not.” he flicked your lips. “where are you sleeping?” you asked. “well since your bed is already full , i'm gonna go sleep on the couch.” he said. “now get to bed , sunoo is forcing us out in the cold tomorrow.” he said , you reached up to kiss his lips. “good night hoonie.” he hummed , waiting for you to shut the door , before he made his way back down stairs.

you climbed into the bed , getting back under the warm covers , yoons arms around your waist as she slept , you smiled , reminding yourself to tease her in the morning. “get out of this bed once again to go play cuddle time with him and i’ll kill you myself.” she said sleepily. “I'll tell you what happened in the morning.” you whispered. “you better , good night.”

you fell asleep that night with a smile on your face , your head full of sunghoon.

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authors notes. a cute little moment before i once again fuck it up 🥰 …

©LUVYENI translations to other sites prohibited, reblogs are appreciated but not forced !

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

little kid Charlie seeing a drawing of a unicorn and excitedly comparing her own cloven hoofs and long wiggle tail to it. Unicorns as her heroes, able to heal people and help them, symbols of all things good and bright and happy

little kid Charlie spending a few years convinced she must be part unicorn, finally asking her dad about it- Lucifer not getting context at first and being all "you can be whatever you want Char-char~" only to realize too late she's being serious and she's gonna be crushed so he just changes the subject whenever it comes up trying to let her have fun as long as she can

(he also doesn't tell Lilith, bc Lilith will tell the truth and Lucifer can already picture the sad little look on Charlie's face when she hears..)

Charlie growing up and slowly noticing that a unicorn's tail is soft and fluffy and tasseled while hers is leathery and jagged and sharp. Looking down at her cloven hooves and realizing they're blood red. Staring at both her horns in the mirror, neither of them fluted, nothing magical about them- just a sign she's throwing a tantrum today

Lilith finds her hugging her fav fairytale book and crying and Lilith listens when she stumbles through the whole unicorn thing, how Charlie thought she was one but she's just a monster instead

so Lilith tells Charlie older stories about other unicorns. Dangerous wild and powerful creatures who came in strange colors and weren't always soft or gentle but were still beautiful. she turns little Charlie sideways between the wall and the light and shows her how two horns can look like one from the right angle

little Charlie cuddling into her mom's arms feeling better because her mom thinks she's perfect

but it's still a heavy thing, bc Charlie doesn't want to be wild or dangerous. She likes the kinds of unicorns who frolic through flowery meadows and summon rainbows with every step. Nice ones no one ever thinks of as scary

years later Lucifer has shut himself away and Lilith has vanished and Charlie's slipping into bed with a sigh, picking up a book of fairytales to read until her buzzing thoughts are quiet enough to let her sleep

next to her in bed Vaggie is giving her spear a last look over before it's time to lean it against the wall within easy reach

the shadow of the spear falls across the bed and onto the wall and Charlie lifts her hands to make a shadow puppet horse's head without thinking, combining the two until the spear becomes a horn and the shadow horse turns into a unicorn

Charlie giggles and Vaggie turns, smiles, spends the next few minutes trying to figure out how to give the unicorn a body without dropping the spear

eventually they're both laughing to hard and the shadow unicorn collapses. Snuggling up for sleep, Vaggie murmurs off handedly "I've got the best horned and hooved lady right here anyway. Unicorns could learn a thing or two from you, sweetie" before drifting off

Charlie all grown up and thinking about how she bandaged her girlfriend's eye the day they met. How always on edge Vaggie can spend an hour before bed checking exits and her weapon, but then relax and fall asleep the moment Charlie cuddles her

It's a pretty good magic to have, all grown up Charlie decides, much better than just summoning sparkles or rainbows

(a few years on from this and she looks down at the woman who cut out her girlfriend's eye and feels her horns and hooves and the urge to break bones with them, and she is more close to being like the wild, dangerous unicorns of her mom's stories than she'll ever know)

[ddejavvu]

Begging Spencer to show you ‘the X-files’ that the FBI must have and doesn’t he trust you enough to let you see them? You know he knows where they are. C’mon you won’t spill government secrets! You know they exist

And you will not let up begging Spencer to tell you about them, no matter how many times he swears there’s no kind of x-files department in the FBI

this request made me remember that i've never seen any episodes of the x-files and then i googled it and wanted to watch it until i clicked 'images' and was scared shitless because i forgot i can't really handle Scary Creatures

--

Spencer looks very unimpressed when he makes his way out of your bedroom, phone pressed to his ear as Penelope berates him on the other end.

"Y/N," He starts, tone accusatory and posture stiff, "Why is Penelope shouting at me because I 'told you I didn't love you anymore?'"

"You did," You gripe, unapologetic towards Spencer's plight, "You told me you didn't trust me, and that's the same thing."

His brows furrow and the hand holding his phone isn't pressed as tightly to his ear anymore, "When did I say I didn't trust you?"

"You won't show me the x-files!" You gush, and Spencer's face shifts, from concern to incredulity to exasperation.

"Penelope," Spencer cuts off whatever lecture she was in the middle of, "False alarm. I'll fix it."

He hangs up without another word, which he wouldn't normally do, but he knows she's beyond reason. He'll call her back later, and beg her to forge a convincing-looking government file with something silly for you to entertain yourself with.

"There are no x-files in the U.S government!" He insists, and it's a phrase he's starting to think he's said more than his own name since he began dating you, "Honey, if there were monsters rampaging around the country, you'd know about them."

"Not if the government was trying to cover them up," You grumble, "I know they're there somewhere, Spence, you can't hold out forever!"

"I'm not gonna break," He laughs at your choice of words, "Even if I did there'd be nothing to show you!"

"Right, okay," You nod, clearly disbelieving, but looking to avoid any more of Spencer's attempts at getting through to you, "Y'know, pretty boy, I'll take off my top if you let me at 'em."

"I- that's not fair!" Spencer stammers, pink tinges spreading through his cheeks and down his neck, "I can't show them to you-"

"-Aha!" You cut in, "So they do exist, you just don't trust me!"

"-Because they don't exist!" Spencer finishes with an exasperated huff, "Sweetheart, ask Garcia if you don't believe me. She'd rather get hit by a bus than lie to you."

"I will," You vow, snatching your phone off of the couch cushions to text your favorite technical analyst, "Then you'll be sorry, Spence. Then she'll get to see me take my top off."

[evaglass]

Speculation about Mizu's parents pt. 4

Going back to the story of the Ronin and the Bride

This is official concept art, I believe. Look at the blue eyes, then specifically look at the baby, and the blanket the baby is wrapped around her. That blanket is seen somewhere else.

It looks like the blanket baby Mizu had laying below her

It's also seen again in a flashback when Mizu is a child and also used as her belt throughout the show.

Remember when I said that the Ronin and Bride could also represent her parents. Using the connections with the films that influenced the show, as well as hints of foreshadowing, I believe Mizu's mother found out she was pregnant, probably tried to run away to raise Mizu in safety (like the Bride in Kill Bill), realized that finding safety for both her and Mizu might take more time than she thought, left Mizu in the care the maid, during that time her actual mother was found and killed by one of the white men like Fowler stated before she could ever reunite with Mizu.

I also have a hunch that Mizu's biological mother died the same night Mizu's childhood home went up in flames, and she was left to survive on the streets. It would make the scene where Mizu is a child swearing to her 'mother' that she'll avenge them. Of course, Mizu was referring to the maid, who later turned out to survive that night, but then her quest for vengance later shifted to the reason being of her existence as a 'monster'.

I also believe the blue eyes of the Bride from the puppet show when she comes back as an Onryo are supposed to represent Mizu's mother's eyes as well, and that she got her blue eyes from her mother. Like Yuki, Mizu could be a representation of her mother's need for vengance after death.

Why? Well, because, as I said earlier, she could have tried to run away and find the best opportunity to leave Japan unnoticed (like how Beatrix tried to run away with her unborn daughter), but eventually was found and killed. So, her rage lives on through Mizu because her mother was taken away from her, was stripped of the chance to raise her, to be there when she was scared, lonely, or sad, to see all her milestones, to let her know that she loves her, etc.

Mizu could be a representation of her mother's rage beyond the grave, and she doesn't even know it

When Fowler finds out Mizu is actually a woman, he knows exactly who she is. That she was raised in hiding, that she had a maid raise her, that there's a high bounty for her.

I don't think Fowler laughed at the fact that Mizu is a woman, I think he might have laughed because he finds the situation ironic. He knows that Mizu is out for vengance because she's mad about her existence; that a white man, who brought pain to many people with his three fellow white men, impregnated her Japanese mother, causing her to be born a 'monster', and costing her the ability to live a normal life.

Fowler found out Mizu wants all her potential white fathers dead before he even found out she's a woman. After finding out Mizu is a woman, a specific woman too, he laughs because maybe he knows none of the white men are her father because it's mother who was the European one, and she's going through all that trouble only for the white person responsible for her existence to already be dead.

So if that's the case, why didn't Fowler just tell her? Well, do you honestly think Mizu would believe him? If anything, she could have seen the potential reveal of her mother being the European as getting him, Skeffington, and Routley to dodge responsibility. Fowler is a shitty person, but he's not stupid. Mizu is also a bit hot-headed, she probably would have definitely killed him if he revealed something like that.

Fowler knows Mizu being mixed-raced is a big insecurity for her and has proven to her that she will do anything to kill the people responsible for it. Fowler not telling her, could possibly be for the reason of simply buying himself time because him telling her she won't find Routley and Skeffington without him gives him the chance to find away to escape when they arrive at the British Isles.

Now, there's the question of who could be Mizu's father. I'll explain in part 5 (I know this already long, but I'm almost done)

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6

[sarcasticassian]

Steve only starts lying once all the kids have moved out of Hawkins, their families going with them, some left straight after Vecna was defeated, like Eddie and the Sinclairs and Byers-Hoppers, they immediately move out, the others finish high school and Robin and Nancy have already left to go to college, Robin tried to get Steve to come with her but he had to stay and look after Dustin, Eddie tried to get him to come with him and Wayne but again Steve said he had to stay and look after Max but now they're all gone and Steve is alone in Hawkins

Eddie and Robin still asked him to move out to live with them, they'd both ended up in California in the music business but for some reason Steve still stayed, deep down worried that the monster would return and someone would have to look after them, he tells Robin and Eddie about the final touches to the rebuilding efforts, his newly blossoming social life and the dates he goes on each week in an effort to find the one, chattering away to Eddie about this band he heard on the radio, he speaks to Eddie more than Robin, she's at work a lot or with her new friends but she'll always snatch the phone of Eddie if she comes home when Steve has called

Steve is lying about his social life though, he rarely leaves his big, cold, empty house, his parents long gone, he goes to work, watches the final pieces of rebuilding slot into place from behind the counter and he goes home, flinching at noises he thinks he hears and staring into space for long periods of time before he snaps to attention and fears something is coming for him, nothing ever does though

he manages 9 months by himself, alone in Hawkins, before he cracks, he's speaking to Eddie on the phone, clutching the plastic so hard it might crack and Eddie is jabbering on about a new band he went to see this weekend, his voice warm and happy as he blabbers on and Steve isn't saying anything, closing his eyes and letting Eddie's voice wash over him, letting it be the only thing he's aware of and as soon as he hangs up he starts to pack a suitcase, shoving in anything he cares about and its only half full when he closes it, then he gets in his car and drives to the airport, he parks the car in one corner and goes into the building, he buys a one way ticket to California and waits for his plane

when he gets to California he realises he's not sure how to get to Eddie's house and he can't afford a taxi to take him all the way there so he asks a nice looking elderly gentleman how to understand the bus network and the man offers to drive him instead, says he's off to see his niece who lives close enough so Steve hops in, tense and untrusting but desperate enough that he grabs the offer, the man is quiet and he reminds Steve of Wayne, the few times he'd met him and slowly as they crawl through LA traffic Steve relaxes, tells the guy he's going to stay with a friend who he's missed since he left and the man smiles a little, Steve asks to be dropped a couple blocks away, not wanting to cause trouble for this man and he walks the rest of the way to Eddie's, going off street names and the directions the man with the truck gave him

it starts to rain when Steve is a block away, he thought it was supposed to be sunny all the time in LA and later Eddie will tell him it usually is Steve just has shit timing, but he turns up at Eddie's door, sodden and nervous and a little pathetic looking but he knocks on the door, unsure if Eddie will even be in but he hears clattering inside and then the door is being yanked open, Eddie stares at him before he's leaping forward and wrapping Steve in his arms, Steve starts to cry immediately and Eddie ushers him inside, it all comes pouring out like the rain he's just left behind and he tells Eddie everything, how he was withering away in Hawkins but he couldn't leave, not until today or yesterday, his times have gone funny

Eddie just lets Steve curl up in his arms and holds him, lets him get snot and tears all over his shirt and doesn't mind when the wetness of Steve's jeans starts to soak into his own, Eddie just strokes his hair and tells him its gonna be okay and Steve believes him, closes his eyes and lets Eddie's voice wash over him again but this time its not the only thing he's aware of, he feels Eddie's warm hands on his thigh and in his hair, feels the firmness of Eddie's chest against his side and he can smell Eddie too and Steve lets himself drown in it all

he's content enough that hours later when Robin bangs down the door, like she could sense Steve was around, he lets her bully him out of Eddie's lap and lets her curl around him protectively and Steve screams at himself internally for not coming here before but he's safe now, he has Robin and Eddie here and he smiles into Robin's shoulder when he feels Eddie's fingers tangle with his and squeeze gently

[rekino2114]

Could we please get some Halloween headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru? Stuff like how they'd celebrate it, costumes they'd wear, activates they'd do with their s/o? Up to you on what you want to cover. Thanks!

the phantom thieves girls celebrating Halloween with you

Halloween post #7

Ann takamaki

Ann enjoys celebrating holidays, especially when it's with you, and Halloween is no exception. She'll go all out to have fun together

She really likes dressing up in costumes. She'll ask if she can do a Halloween themed photoshoot so she can wear a lot of costumes, and when she can, she'll definitely get you to dress up with her (her personal favorite couple cosplay is catwoman and batman) she'll also post the photos online and just smile at all the comments saying how cute you look

She likes to lightly scare you so she can tease and kiss you. She'll jump out of a dark place and hug you from behind and later kiss you while giggling. She'll never go too far, though

Trick-or-treating with her is a must. She'll ignore anyone who tells her she's too old for it and give you puppy eyes until you say yes. She loves sweets too much to miss this opportunity

"Boo! Eheh, did I scare you? Sorry sweetie, would some kisses make you feel better?"

Makoto nijima

Makoto isn't as into Halloween as ann is, but she's still happy to celebrate, and even more to spend time with you

She actually likes watching horror movies while cuddling on the couch, mostly because she particularly enjoys holding you close when you get scared

She didn't really have any ideas about what costumes she should wear, so you recommended she'd be a classic vampire since she already has the eyes to pull it off

She'd also enjoy going to haunted houses if you suggest it, partly because of the same reason she likes watching horror movies together, being able to hold you when something scares you and also she just likes going around exploring the place

"Hm? Are you alright y/n? Don't worry, I'm here. I'll protect you, I won't let any monster or anything hurt you"

Haru okumura

Haru really loves holidays, probably even more than ann. She looks forward to every Halloween so she can celebrate with her favorite person

Pumpkin carving is definitely her thing. She might even grow the pumpkins herself if she feels like it and choose her two favorites so you can carve and decorate them to put them outside your house

She won't just decorate your porch, though, but she particularly loves decorating your house, while you help her of course, she loves going shopping and choosing the decorations you both like and putting them all over your home

She does enjoy dressing up, and this Halloween, she decided to go for a classic witch costume. With the hat and everything, she blushed but really appreciated it when you told her she looked adorable I'm that too

"Oh y/n, you did a wonderful job with that pumpkin, it looks amazing. Oh y-you think I did a great job too? T-thanks darling, I appreciate it"

Futaba sakura

Futaba does enjoy celebrating.....in her own way, she won't really go out to celebrate but will just stay inside with you and just have a good time while staying on theme

Playing horror video games is definitely the main activity. She doesn't handle them that well, so there will be moments where she'll cling to you after a jumpscare, but you'll mostly have fun together

When it comes to costumes, she doesn't love dressing up, but she'll still do it in this special occasion, she'll probably cosplay as an horror game character and would love it if you do the same so you can match

She also likes watching horror movies while munching on snacks and cuddling. In this situation, the instances of her clinging to you become more common since you're already so close, but you always let her since she looks cute like that

"Woooh y/n, this game's pretty scary, right?...I-I mean, I'm not saying I'm scared just....I wanted to make sure you weren't...y-yeah"

[carpe-aurore]

On rose bushes

Back when I was a kid, when we lived with my monster of a stepfather, we had a rose bush in front of our house. I remember I loved that thing, since it was the only plant that would grow in our home. Anything I tried to put in the ground died almost immediately. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, ever grew in there. But this beautiful, huge red rose bush did. It thrived, even. I took care of it everyday, watered it, trimmed it. And every spring, it grew the most gorgeous and fragrant red roses. The petals would cover the whole front yard. You could smell the fragrance halfway down the street. My stepfather hated it, since he would always get scratched by a stray branch when he walked through the front door. We joked that the rose bush only hated him, cause it never happened to anyone else. Years later, after having enough of all the abuse, we moved out. That week was the week that the rose bush was about to bloom again for the spring. We came back at the end of the week to get the rest of our things and found the rose bush halfway dried and dead. It had not been tampered with, as far as we could tell. Nothing has been poured on it, or sprayed. It seemed to have just shriveled up in just a matter of days.

We moved in with my grandmother while we got back on our feet. She's always had a green thumb, and had the most beautiful garden in her backyard. She had a tiny, scraggly rose bush next to the window of my room, and told me that she had no idea what the color of the flowers were since it had never bloomed once in all the years she had lived in that house. But she told me I could try to take care of it if I wanted, and so I did. I watered it, trimmed it, and watched it slowly grow. The next spring she shouts at me from the backyard, excited as she's ever been, telling me to come look. Tiny buds are growing all over it. They bloomed into gorgeous little red roses. We both were so excited at seeing such tiny flowers. A couple of years after we moved out of her house, she tells me it never bloomed again after we left.

While we were still living with my grandmother, a friend from church approaches us and tells us she and her husband are renovating a house to put up for rent. They invite us to come take a look so we can see if we would like to live there. As she's giving us a tour, she tells me there is a rose bush out in the backyard that the previous owners had planted. She says it's very likely to die, since the weather has been hot and it had begun to shrivel up. But she knows I love roses, and tells me I'm more than welcome to try and revive it when we move in. We pack up our things from Grandma's and with the help of many friends and family, arrive at our new home. She tells me she'll be back at the end of the month to cut down the rose bush if it's dead. For the next month, waking up early each morning surrounded by halfway unpacked boxes, I get up to water the rose bush. I trim away at the dead foliage, and feel how much I have sacrificed to get there. I wipe my tears with hands that smell of cut leaves. I still remember the shock on her face when she arrived, garden shears in hand, to see a rose bush full of new green growth and tiny rosebuds. It bloomed into beautiful, bright red roses. We have lived here for about 7 years, and this rose bush has tripled in size since then. I water it, I trim it. I harvest the blooms each spring to place them in vases around the house, to gift to friends. I make rose jam out of the petals. I make rose tea to drink. Petals cover our whole backyard every time it blooms. The little girl that trimmed the rose bush has grown up, but the petals smell as sweet as always. And she's there as a woman now, harvesting the life she couldn't have before. She places a petal in her mouth and she thinks the roses taste especially sweet this year.

[microtyalm13]

How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - 🐠🎩

mmmhehehhe... < З I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty

gavriil. — the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.

xiaolong. — prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...

taisya\tasechka. — when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.

derzena. — she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.

veniamin. — oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <З despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.

livy. — he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <з lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.

[stardust-moth]

In order to fully understand why it was so hard for Mike to express how deeply he loves El, and why his speech at the end of season 4 was one of the biggest, most important moments for his entire character, we need to look at not just who Mike is as a person, but also everything that has happened since he met her.

Every single time he opens up his heart to her, something horrible happens to her or she's taken away from him almost immediately afterwards.

1x08; he's an awkward little ball of feelings that are way too big for a boy so young. He makes a nervous attempt at confessing and asking her out on a date; when he can't find words that she'll understand, swoops in for a kiss instead. She lights up immediately and smiles. It's a brief moment of hope and pure happiness. Maybe they can have some semblance of a normal life and be normal kids after this is all over.

Minutes later, all hell breaks loose-- they're almost shot, El pushes herself too far until she can barely move, she's almost taken away by the Bad Men, the Demogorgon appears, and she uses the very last of her strength to sacrifice herself to save him and their friends.

He has to watch helplessly as she disappears.

He spends a year caught between believing she's dead and hoping she's still out there somewhere (but if she is alive then why won't she talk to him anymore...?). Kept silent under threat by the lab, he can't confide in anyone or even acknowledge her existence, not with anyone except those involved... but everyone else is keen on moving on and pretending it never happened. He can find some solidarity in Will, at least, who is in a similar kind of emotional turmoil... but it's not the same and it's not enough.

2x9; he is finally reunited with El, and she runs into his arms like she missed him too. She tells him that all those nights he called out to her, she heard him; she was there reciprocating his feelings the whole time.

In a burst of emotions that he's been forced to suppress for an entire year, he lashes out at the reason they've been kept apart (Hopper), screaming and sobbing. It's a massive catharsis for him, and for once an adult is understanding enough to hold him and not punish him for it.

Minutes later, she is going to go headfirst into a pit of monsters, the place where Mike had just firsthand witnessed dozens of people (if not more) get ripped to shreds only hours earlier, and she is going to attempt to close the Gate-- a feat that he knows may take every ounce of her power, just like last time. He cries. He can't lose her again. She promises he won't, and before she can seal that promise with a kiss, they're pulled apart again.

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

3x1; all seems to be okay now. He and El are happily together, and he feels comfortable enough to be playful, romantic, and intimate with her. It's the most emotionally open we've ever seen Mike thus far.

For reasons he can't understand (bc there's no way Hopper explained himself beyond "I'm in charge so do as I say or else"), Hopper is angry about it and threatens to never allow him to see her again: the one thing he fears most.

He panics big time and fucks it up in the process by lying to her. During a frantic attempt to apologize while also abiding by Hopper's rules, he runs into her at the mall. He panics again-- if anyone finds her here, and knows that he was here too, it's all over, and Hopper surely won't hear reason. El dumps him cold on the spot, spurred on by Max and her rebellious attitude (and without any context of course). He isn't given much opportunity to respond. He knows he's in the wrong for lying to her, so what could he even say...?

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

It's a hard blow, and he retreats back into himself, unable to get any joy out of playing D&D (which he clearly hasn't lost interest in), back to the deadpan sarcasm and accidentally snapping a little too harshly at anyone whom he feels would take El's place.

3x6; no one seems to understand the danger El is putting herself in. Everyone is berating him for worrying about her safety. He's seen firsthand what these monsters do to people, he's seen firsthand how El pushes her abilities too far. No one is listening.

The words "I love her and I can't lose her again" burst out in his desperation, perhaps before he's even had a chance to realize how deep those feelings run, despite whatever protective walls he's tried to build around his heart to keep it from getting broken again.

Soon after, all hell breaks loose. El is nearly killed several times over, her leg is ripped open, she pushes herself so hard that she breaks herself and loses her powers completely. Her father is taken from her. She's shattered by all of this, and there's absolutely nothing he could do or say to make it better.

She tells him that when he admitted he loves her, she heard him, and indeed she loves him, too... But now she's leaving.

He has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

4x1; they've been apart for a few months, and write letters back and forth to each other. El's letters paint a picture of an ideal new life: she and the Byers family are doing well; she's starting school and it's going well; she's made new friends, she likes her new home, everything is going well. She seems to be thriving. She sounds happy, maybe even happier than she had been living in Hawkins. Maybe Max was right, maybe she's better off being her own person without him, and maybe the respectful thing to do is step back... It's a small insecurity that creeps up subconsciously. In his replies he holds back, afraid of clinging too hard.

Though there's little logic in it, he's afraid that if he tells her he loves her again, another disaster might strike and this lovely happy life she's finally found might get taken from her. After all, that's what always seems to happen when he does.

4x2; after months of waiting, they can finally see each other again. He wears her favorite colors, picks a handful of flowers for her, and falls happily back into step with how they used to be. Soon that same day, however, reality becomes clear and the facade crumbles. People he was told were her friends show up to torment and publicly humiliate her. She had been lying. She isn't happy here, she hasn't healed, she is right at the edge of a breaking point that he doesn't see coming at all. He can't believe she would lie to him, she's not the kind of person to lie... especially not about something like bullying, something that she was always so understanding about with him.

On that logicless subconscious level, he wonders if it's all his fault-- he should have known somehow, he should have been there for her. She protected him from his bullies, he should have protected her from hers. He tries to come to her rescue. She runs away from him.

He's helpless to save her, again.

4x3; after a night to process everything that happened-- and deciding that the betrayal he feels from her lying to him is nothing compared to the turmoil she must be going through right now-- Mike approaches her in the gentlest way possible, wanting to listen and trying to understand. El, however, isn't receptive at all to his attempts at reassurance. She is at an all-time low, she's given up. She believes she is unlovable, irredeemable, a monster, just a thing that doesn't even have those superhuman abilities to compensate anymore. Mike can't believe what he's hearing-- doesn't she know that she's always been so much more than her powers? She's always been so much more than what she lacks in quote-unquote "normalcy"... None of those things matter, they have absolutely no bearing on whether she's worthy of being loved, because he loves her, completely regardless of any of these things. He always has...

El starts flinging his restrained words back at him, the products of his insecurity and trauma-induced fear. That fear takes hold yet again, and he stumbles, afraid of saying too much or not enough, because surely both could result in pushing her away-- she's retreating, hearing none of it; nothing he tries to say consoles her.

Moments later, local police come knocking. She's taken away in cuffs, and she's so broken inside that she won't even look at him when he chases the police car down the street and promises he'll get her out somehow...

Once again, he has to watch helplessly as she drives away.

4x8/4x9; after days of driving through the heat and dryness of southwest desert, having narrowly escaped being shot at with military-grade assault rifles, witnessing the death of and burying a man whose last words were that El is in danger... After watching dozens of people get mowed down by a sniper in a helicopter, and watching that same helicopter be smashed into the ground in a ball of flames...

There she is. Just as powerful and beautiful and alive as she's ever been. When he runs to her and embraces her, she looks at him like she can't believe he's real. She's beaming a smile right from her soul and it's like all the insecurity and self-doubt that have plagued them both just vanish from existence now that they're in each other's arms again.

Like always, however, the universe comes crashing down soon after. Max is marked for a gruesome death and all of Hawkins is in danger. They're miles away and helpless, and the only possible way for El to save everyone is if she goes in alone. She's stronger than ever, but so is her foe. Once again, she descends to face all the demons of hell on her own, and Mike can't do anything.

She's losing. She's choking. She's dying. He's helpless.

He must be cursed. He must be. Being with her, loving her, allowing himself to admit he loves her, it always brings only pain and suffering and loss. His heart is so full that it's aching, it's bursting out of his chest, and he can't contain it any longer.

She's going to die and it's going to be all his fault, because he fell in love, and it's cursed her.

Just before it all crumbles into utter despair, the earnest support from his oldest and dearest friend-- one who's always shared and understood his feelings of helplessness-- sparks a light of hope in him: "You're the Heart." You're not helpless. You can save her.

The words that come spilling out of Mike's mouth are truer than any he's ever dared to speak before, and it's the most terrified he's ever been, but he has enough courage for this moment. Despite all of the fears that have been building, stifling, choking him to death for years-- fears that the light of his life will inevitably disappear again, and there's nothing he can do to stop it-- despite it all, he pours out his heart to her.

He loves her. He's always loved her. He loves everything she ever was, is, and could be. He can't imagine a world without her in it. She saved him, in every way a person can be saved. And he needs her to live. He believes in her.

And it works. It's music to her ears.

[kradogsrats]

The last time Lissa cries is in Katolis.

As she rides away, she feels as if she'll weep forever—tears she can't stop flowing down her cheeks, ceaseless and steady—but when she crosses into Del Bar, her face and eyes are dry. Her parents welcome her back into their home. Her siblings and their children turning out to comfort her. Lissa smiles and thanks them, lets them embrace her.

None of them say, I told you so. Not outright, at least. She can tell some of them are thinking it.

Doesn't seem all that broken up about it, does she? Not a single tear.

Shush—let the poor girl be. Not all pains can be wept over right away.

But when her mother falls ill, she doesn't cry like her sisters do. When they bury her—when her father, always mountain-strong, is reduced to gravel in his children's arms—she has no tears to shed.

Nor does she weep for her brother's son—young and bright and brimming with promise—dead the instant his horse throws him, his neck snapped cleanly. He'd planned to marry his sweetheart, in a year or two. There's a funeral instead, the other boy's anguished tears a river of grief.

Lissa still does not cry. No matter the sorrow, her eyes sit in her head like stones, hard and heavy. Dry as bone, even as her throat closes and her chest burns like her heart is on fire.

There are no tears from her even for her second sister's husband, a sailor whose ship never returns from its last journey through the spring storms. Her sister holds her own shattered pieces together for the sake of their small children, and the family rallies to support her with food and chores and company. They cry with her, late into the night—all of them, except for Lissa.

Cold as the heart of Hinterpeak, that one.

You're surprised? She married a mage, she was cursed from the start.

Then she abandoned her children in the snake's den, when she'd had her fill of him and his poison.

I suppose it takes a monster to love a monster.

What could she tell them—that Viren had meant no ill? That she'd been the collateral damage of a miracle, a negligible cost for saving a child from death? That her children were better served by staying with a father who loved them so fiercely than by their broken mother dragging them away?

That when he'd stumbled in half-mad, his face scarred beyond recognition, ranting and raving his demands that she weep to save their son, she had refused? That she'd feared what he might take from her, as if anything she possessed could be worth more than Soren's life?

That when his hand twisted in her hair and the cold glass pressed against her cheek, she cried not for Soren, but for the man she'd loved and the monster he'd become?

That, most of all, she had cried for herself?

She stays quiet, and does not cry.

Her father finally passes, never recovered from her mother's loss, and her brother approaches on behalf of the family. We love you, Lissy, you know that—but we think it would be best if you didn't come to the funeral.

Lissa's heart burns, her throat clenched tight against any protest, and she nods. She leaves that night, vanishing into the mountains. No one comes looking for her.

She settles outside a remote village, in a tiny hut halfway up the mountain, more a hunter's seasonal shelter than a house. She busies herself with survival—tends a garden, hunts and forages. Down in the village, she trades the pelts of what she can trap, and sometimes plays the decrepit, barely-tuned piano in the tavern for coins.

That's where she hears of the great march on Xadia. King Viren of Katolis, leading the united Pentarchy to end the threat of dragons for good.

Lissa returns to the tavern every day after that, desperate for more news—it's barely a week later when she hears he's dead, his army broken by an alliance between the elves of Xadia and those loyal to King Harrow's son. There is no mention of her children in any of the garbled rumors.

It's almost a relief, that she doesn't cry for Viren.

But Soren would be old enough to have joined the Crownguard, just as he'd always wanted. With two kings dead in such quick succession—first King Harrow, and then, somehow, his own father—could she even dare hope he still lives? And Claudia, so fascinated by magic, even when it tore their family apart—had she succumbed to all its dangers? Would Viren have let her walk a different path, if she chose?

She imagines going back, demanding to know what happened to her son and daughter—if Viren remained in a place sufficiently prominent to somehow become king, someone has to know. She imagines seeing them again, being able to run to them and take them in her arms. She imagines crying, then—a decade of stolen tears released in a flood of joy and relief.

Then she imagines their revulsion at the mother who left them, should she be unable to shed a single tear of grief or regret.

Lissa stops going to the tavern. Her heart burns as if its falling to ash.

She doesn't cry.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x Fem! Oc

In which a goddess falls for a mortal, a very pretty mortal.

"What's up babes." Circe smirked, wrapping her arms around Bridget and pushing her face into the hair that covered her shoulder.

"Circe! Don't scare me like that!" Bridget giggled out, the redhead merely chuckled.

"What have you made this time?" The goddess looked down at the two trays she had in her hands, arching an eyebrow at the light purple cookies.

"Purple? Are you finally broadening your pink horizons?" She took her hands away from her, instead walking alongside her as she waited for an answer.

"It's for Megara! She's having a tea party and commissioned for these cookies, why?" She eventually asked, seeing Circe's mouth open a bit.

"If I knew you were coming, i'd have accepted the invitation."

"Oh, i'm not! She just commissioned for them." Bridget shrugged, continuing her way to Megara's dorm.

"Mh, all right then." She glared at Hook, where he was stood at the corner right where Bridget was heading didn't sit right with her.

He quickly scattered back to Uliana, probably to tell her to stop whatever she had planned this time or she'll be turned into an eel again.

"Would you like to go out for tea with me then?" She nearly turned Scylla into a sea monster right here and now when she noticed her eyeing Bridget, luckily for her she ran before Circe could think about what she'd look like.

"We can visit Driodius? I know you love him." She referred to the lion she had mysteriously found a few years back, weirdly named after the boy that had a crush on Bridget. Huh, so weird.

"Oh gosh that would be amazing! But..." She looked lost in thought, finally in front of Megara's door.

"What is it? If you don't want to go it's fine too, I won't force you to go my dearest."

"Could we maybe do something in town? Or in the dorms? I've heard that a few boys got lost in the woods and never came back a few weeks ago." She frowned, actually scared for her live when the person who made them disappear was right next to her, besides, they made a beautiful pack of wolves.

"Of course we can my love, we could make cupcakes? I've acquired the very rare, very wonderful and fabulous....." Circe trialed off to build up some tension, then held up a small back of pink feathers from behind her back.

"Fabulous pink flamingo feathers!" Bridget finished for her, squealing, nearly throwing the cookies on the floor in her excitement.

"Right... i'll take those so you can hug her." Megara took the trays from her fellow princess, Circe had knocked for her already, and Bridget launched herself onto Circe, encircling her neck with her arms and landing on her tip toes.

"Oh I love you so much! Thank you thank you thank you!" Circe smiled, wrapping her arms around her waist in response.

"Bye Megara." The princess of Thebe waved and closed the door, and Bridget let go of Circe, looking at the small back in wonder.

"They're so pretty, I don't know what I was expecting but this exceeds all of it! Oh my god I can't wait for tomorrow!"

-

"Okay, how can I help?"

"Sit there and look pretty." Bridget ignored, or didn't notice, how red Circe got, her golden eyes fixated on the Wonderlandian princess as she moved around in her pocket sized kitchen she had in her dorm.

"You know I have magic right? I can help."

"Shhh pretty girl, you already got me flaming feathers." She was definitely doing that on purpose.

"All right... just saying." Circe shrugged, getting comfortable on Bridget's bed and watching her bake.

"Wassup Circe, B." Ella walked in a bit later, Bridget nearly done with the batter, Circe sitting up on her knees when she saw the door open, ready to turn into literally any small animal.

"Hey Ella, she's in her little trance, so I would keep out of the kitchen or you'll maybe get killed." She winced as she recalled when she had a knife stabbed through her hand, though the attention she got from Bridget was enough to put her on a week-long high.

"Right... anyways, you looking forward go Merlin's class tomorrow? He is so confusing sometimes that I literally fall asleep." Circe groaned, falling back onto the bed, holding one of Bridget's pillows, resisting the urge to bury her face with it whilst Ella was looking, knowing she'll tease her about it.

"I love him but why is he so confusing!" She complained into the light pink pillow, even though she was completely content surrounded by all things Bridget.

"Right?! What does he mean when he says that the test'll be about 'everything in all chapters but the first half, then the first quarter of the book shall be of importance blah blah' just say the first 3 chapters, and then 6 through 9! Old bat." Ella rolled her eyes falling onto her back, resting her head on the small of Crice's back.

"Stop fantasising about her girl, she's literally desperate for human interaction, ask her out and give it a try, if you break up then that's it, no bad blood." Ella shrugged, yelping when Circe hit her with the pillow.

"No! Shut up man! She's too precious! I'll just freak out and never kiss her or something like that." Ella snorted, holding her hand in front of her mouth to hide her laugh.

"Yeah right, innocent Bridget, she's literally the least innocent person I know, honestly, how that amount of teenage hormones can fit into such a pink girl astounds me." Circe hit her again.

-

"Who are you." Circe stood tall behind Bridget, crossing her arms and glaring down at the two new students threateningly, gods know that she was a bad judge of character.

"I'm Chloe! Who are you?" Circle narrowed her eyes, her godly height really helped sometimes, the bright redhead glared right back at her, also crossing her arms.

"My name is Circe, daughter of Helios, what do you want from Bri- ouchiieee that hurts Princess." Circe doubled over when Bridget swatted at her stomach, pouting at the pinkette.

"Don't be so dramatic Circe, Chloe, Red, this godly goofball is Circe, if you see her trying to do something to Scylla you should probably step in, Circe, behave." Circe pouted and was about to continue to whine when Ella kicked her hard on the shins.

"God damn you Ella! I'll kick you back you little shit!" She shot back up, starting a staring competition with Ella.

"Fatherless."

"Parentless"

"Stupid."

"That's the best you can come up with?" Circe smirked down at Ella's weak rebuttal.

"Says the fatherless."

"I have a father!"

"He doesn't love you then!"

"How would you know that!"

"Cause I fucked him that's why!"

"Well fuck you you stupid-!"

"Okay girls, let's calm down a bit, we have cupcakes to hand out after all!" Bridget placed a hand on Circe's, who quickly intertwined them and sneakily kicked Ella, who glared at her.

"Will do mom." Ella sarcastically replied, but helped hand out cupcakes nonetheless.

The two newcomers, who had been in conversation with Bridget, looked at each other with high eyebrows.

"Help." Circe commanded, shoving trays into their hands, quickly following after Bridget once she grabbed her own again.

"What's that all about?" Red frowned.

"Oh! I'm pretty sure that Circe's whole story is that she always feels jealous and is never the one, so she turns men into animals etcetera, maybe your mom was the one that made her feel like that! Also, we should probably stop that from happening too, because she's going to go on a rampage soon because she realises that she'll never be the one ever again." Chloe finished her little info dump, Red staying quiet a bit to process that all.

"So not only will my mom turn into a maniac, she turns someone else into a maniac too! How wonderful."

-

"Bridget! Where are y-."

"What's wrong?" Bridget popped up besides Circe, who quickly picked her up and wrapped her arms around her.

"Princess, where were you?" She questioned into her neck, afraid she'd have lost her girl in the woods.

"Well, I saw a pretty pink flower, would you like to see?" Circe nodded into her neck, slowly letting her down, holding her hand as she led her to where she found the flower.

"How adorable, it's really pretty." Bridget hummed, staring at the flower.

"Are we sure we should be stalking a goddess?"

"Shut up Blue, they're walking again."

"Um, I wanted to surprise you, since we haven't gotten to go here much lately." Bridget grinned, sitting down on the white blanket, looking over the array of sweets and little sandwiches.

"You're too sweet, thank you so much Circe." She smiled up at her, Circe flushed red and looked away from her.

"Yeah. Of course." She coughed, sitting down and looking at Bridget with a small smile.

"This is so awkward."

"It wouldn't be if you just shut the fuck up!"

"Um, I have a question for you, if you don't mind me asking." Bridget hummed, looking at her with a tilt of her head.

"Um-I- uh, yeah, ahem, I would l-like to ask you to-." She got cut off by Bridget nearly jumping on top of her, tightly pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

"You really could've asked earlier." Bridget said when she pulled away from the redhead, who was out of breath and looking at her with wide eyes.

"Right... earlier." Circe nodded, bridget smiled, looking down at her with her arms around her neck.

"We could've been doing this for so much longer." The pinkette smirked, ghosting her lips against Circe's, planting her knees on the ground besides Circe.

"We should probably leave now." Red whispered to Chloe, who quickly nodded, rushing away from the scene.

They ran into Ella on their way back, and took her back with them just to be sure she wouldn't find the two.

-

"You were right."

"Of course I was, about what?" Ella looked up at a flustered Circe from her book, placing it down to ask what was going on.

"About bridget, she's wild man." Ella shrugged, picking her book back up.

"Duh, honestly, she was staring at you a bit too much for it to be innocent, also the comments she made about your hands seemed a bit too explicit to me." Ella explained, Circe sitting down in front of her as she continued to read, the goddess slumped over on the table.

"She really did a number on you, didn't she?" Circe groaned, hiding away in her elbow.

"Hi honeybun!" Bridget appeared behind Circe, who shot up and craned her neck to look behind her with a smile.

"Hi princess." Bridget softly kissed her lips, pulling the chair back and plopping down on her lap.

"How was your night Bridget?" Ella smirked at Circe as she spoke, Bridget smiling at her.

"It was amazing! Circe's so nice to me..." she trialed off, placing another kiss on her lips.

"If you two are going to be like those disgusting couples, please do it somewhere else." Bridget giggled, and Circe rolled her eyes.

"Yeah sure, miss grumpy, we're not one of those couples."

"We'll go then! Bye Ella!"

"We apparently are, bye."

"Bye you two!"

[hundredandsix]

loser!ellie headcanons (part two)

Thank you for all the love on part one! I can never get enough of loser!ellie so here's some more. This is a mix of canon!ellie and modern!ellie. Slutty thoughts at the end. mdni (18+)

✩ She bought a skateboard because of some video she saw on TikTok, but she's actually really good at it. She likes it when you watch her and she tries to show off. She'll teach you if you let her, but that's mostly so she can feel you up while she's helping you. She will always be there to catch you when you fall. If you get so much as a bruise, she whips around with the first aid kit.

✩ If you mention any sort of interest that you have, she'll want to learn everything about it. Whether it's a song you like or your favorite book, she wants to know it inside and out. Her interests are really important to her, and she likes when you talk to her about them, so she wants to show you that same love.

✩ She will play guitar to impress you. In the game, this was her way of making a move on Dina and I just l love that ("Maybe I could play guitar for you later" 😏). I hate to say it, but she is definitely very pretentious about her music taste. She'd be like "I'm gonna play you a song, but you probably don't know it. It's pretty underground." Her skills make up for it, though. And watching her fingers slide across the fretboard is an added bonus.

✩ Her nails are so short. She's always playing with her fingers and biting her nails when she's nervous. She tries to grow her nails out on her left hand so she can strum her guitar better with her fingers, but she ends up biting them down every time.

✩ Speaking of her fidgeting, she loves it when you try to ease her anxiety. You're constantly pulling her fingers away from her mouth and setting your hand on her thigh to stop her from bouncing it. She'd really like it if you put your fingers in her mouth instead, but she wouldn't voice that.

✩ When she has a crush, she's aware that until she gets to know them, she's just falling for the version of them in her head, but she can't bring herself to care. She is a little delusional, but that's not going to stop her from imagining your wedding even though she has said maybe three words to you.

✩ Her brain malfunctions when she sees even the slightest glimpse of the skin under your clothes. When you lean forward and your shirt rides up your back a bit, her hand is already reaching out to grab you. She can't help it. The feeling of your soft skin against her palm is like heaven to her.

✩ If you got coffee together, she'd either order it black or as an iced espresso to seem cool and mysterious. She'd choke it down, but then you'd roll your eyes and share yours with her. It makes it even better because canonically she hates coffee, but she wants to at least try to like the things you like.

✩ She has terrible insomnia. Sometimes she forgets that you go to sleep at a normal time, and you'll wake up to find 20 text messages from her throughout the night. She'd take selfies in the .5 setting and tell you to set it as your phone background.

✩ She doesn't like coffee, but her insomnia has led her to ingest an unhealthy amount of energy drinks. She likes Monster the best because the cans look cool.

✩ She'd roll her eyes when you call her pretty, but she secretly loves it. Ellie has never really viewed herself as beautiful. It doesn't bother her, but she needs to be shown that beauty exists in other ways than the male gaze. She just wants to be your pretty girl :(

✩ This is off-topic, but she for sure has a thing for milfs. She'll joke about it with you, but she's dead serious. It's probably the mommy issues...

✩ Her phone case is clear but, as all clear phone cases do, turns brownish. She refuses to change it because there's a Polaroid of the two of you in the back and she's worried it will get bent if she tries to take the case off.

✩ Has polaroids of you everywhere. She doesn't actually own the camera, so she always steals it from you when she comes over. There's one in her wallet, a couple on her fridge, and a few special ones under her mattress ;)

✩ Anytime you go out, she will absolutely under no circumstances let you pay. Even if there's $2 in her bank account. She doesn't care. It's a pride thing. You remind her that she doesn't always have to take on that role in the relationship, but she just wants to take care of you.

✩ She will not bring you around Joel until you are officially together because he can be clueless and will expose her loserish ways. He's also one of the most important people in her life, so she wants to be sure you'll stick around before she gets more vulnerable with you.

✩ She loves feeling wanted. So many people have abandoned her in her life that she needs someone who is secure and will sort of act as a foundation. She loves when out of your way to do things for her without expecting anything in return.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✩ Just because of all she's been through, I can't imagine her liking choking. But that being said, she loves it if you just rest your hand at the base of her neck or over her pulse point. She likes the weight of it and the trust it shows. Her hand always seems to find its way there on your neck when things are getting steamy.

✩ I could see her calling herself "daddy" as a joke. Like when she hits her target on the first try she'd jokingly say "Who's your daddy?" But if you kept bringing it up and initiated it in the bedroom, I think she would accidentally develop a liking for it. She'd try and fail to suppress laughter if you called her "mommy" though.

✩ She loves to mark you. Sometimes she feels like she doesn't deserve you, so it helps her to look at the marks she leaves behind and remember those tender moments between the two of you.

✩ One time she was going down on you, and all the stimulation randomly disappeared. You looked down and she was leaving hickeys in the shape of an "E" on your inner thigh. She likes having little secrets like that. Sure, you have other friends and commitments, but at the end of the day, you will be hers in ways people can't even comprehend.

✩ Poor baby would combust when you praise her. Just keep telling her how good she's doing and how she's making you feel. She can nearly get off to your voice on its own.

✩ She has a thing for morning sex. You aren't sure if it's your messy hair or the sound of your groggy morning voice, but she can't get enough of you. She loves that you are the first thing she sees in the morning and gets so overwhelmed with emotion that she just has to show you what she's thinking about.

✩ She's not grossed out by period sex. She won't go down on you, but she's seen plenty of grosser things than a little blood. Plus she hates to see you in pain and will do anything to give you relief. Even if it's only temporary.

✩ You'll just be going through your day, and she'll randomly send you the horniest, filthiest text to ever exist. She might even send a photo of how you're making her feel if you're lucky.

✩ This is another thing she won't admit, but she loves when you tease her. She'll complain and whine and cover her blushy face with her fists, but she likes being under your control. And the payoff is worth it, of course.

✩ She's a hypocrite because she's an even bigger tease than you are. She'll wear rings just because you like them on her and rub her middle and ring finger around the rim of her glass in public. She'll keep you chasing for it until you're practically on your knees begging.

✩ If you put "my" in front of the pet names you use on her, you can visibly see her pupils dilate. She doesn't really care what you call her as long as she's yours.

✩ She really likes edging you, but if you even try that with her, she'll push you away and start getting herself off. There's only so much she can take before the chase gets to be too much.

✩ Before you got together, I think she would masturbate as much as you could in an apocalypse. But after it's official, I think she would rather wait for you than get off herself. She has the polaroids of you for dire circumstances like when she has to be away for a while, but to her, there's nothing better than the real thing. She knows from experience that your hand down her pant feels much better than her own.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[mothiepixie]

If I may, and if you haven’t answered it yet, how do all the boys react to Mottie being/getting sick?

Absolutely!! I hope you enjoy

Sans:

He knows something is off immediately; Maybe he hasn't gotten a call or a text like he's used to that day. He tries to think nothing of it but usually before noon he gets at least a text. He sends a quick meme that he knows would have her key smashing a reply, but he gets nothing. He lets it be and just figured she's busy, but when half the day has gone by that's when he decides to give a call.

The moment he hears her voice, he grimaces at how coarse it sounds. “geez, have you been chewing glass?” And he knows it's bad when she doesn't retort and just hears a quiet sigh.

“yeah, i agree.. not one of my best jokes… hang on, kiddo.” He doesn't give time for Motti to think and hangs up. He'll show up at her house with a bag full of soup and such. He's nonchalant about the hold thing, but he's pretty worried. He doesn't like that she barely responds.

He stays late making sure she's okay.

Boysen:

Their world isn't soft when it comes to caring for others. Boysen has different ways of showing affection, and only will get better in the later years that doesn't have to do with showering in gifts. And so, when Motti first gets sick he is concerned but he's also unsure what to do. He is a bit of a germaphobe and human sickness is always something that disgusts him.

So, there he stands at Motti's side; he has gloves on, clear up to his elbows, an apron while holding a tray of soup, juices and medicine. Through his mask, he tells her sternly that she's to finish it all and to shower after and he'll wash her clothes. She'll thank him and he just says “Don't thank me, just quit being diseased.”

Big Red:

He doesn't realize right away that Motti is sick, but when she blatantly tells him, he inwardly panics. He's reliving trauma from his younger years of when he,or Papyrus, was ill, and they had to hide it. Staying locked away or pretending they weren't weak in fear of someone coming for them at their worst.

He doesn't know how to react other than telling her she can't leave their house and to stay out of sight. It confuses her, and freaks her out a little, and Red gets more angry at himself for frightening her.

He barks at her to relax and obviously she can't now. So in frustration, he asks what she needs and he'll get it. He doesn't know how to take care of her needs since monster illnesses are different from humans, and he hates how he feels helpless.

Although there isn't much for him to do but watch her sniffle and hack her lungs out, he sulks and gets frustrated when she tries to do anything herself. “ya dont gotta get up, damn it! i'm right here!” And will grumble all the way to the kitchen.

Farmer:

It's nearly the crack of dawn when he gets a call from Motti. She can barely get a word out without going into a coughing fit. He hears her sniffling, but he cannot tell if it's because of her stuffy nose or she's crying.

“I'm so sorry, but can I ask you to take care of my animals for me?”

The cracking of her voice breaks his heart. “you never have to ask, peaches.”

He has the majority of her chores done before the sun even rises. Of course, Papyrus helped as well since he was already up, but he pushed Sans to go check on her frequently.

Homemade soup was brought over frequently and Farmer tells her about how sassy Creampuff has been since Motti has been bedridden. Farmer is a master at playing it cool, but when he goes home he lies in his bed worried about her. He doesn't like that she's alone and ill. He thinks about changing that.

Dream:

He senses it and will come to check on her. Although he's never been sick himself, he has felt it through millions of lives and knows just how miserable Motti is.

He is the best at taking care of her because he will know when the symptoms get worse or come back before she does. She'll wake up and he will be there with a glass of water and medicine, urging her to take it before her previous medicine fully wears off. She doesn't have to ask, seek or express her needs and Dream is there with whatever she requires.

With him being there also improves her mood and makes her feel better faster.

Cross:

He fumbles around the most when he realizes she is sick. “Oh whoa, okay. Let's get you to bed, yeah???” but he's quick to make sure she's taken care of. He feels a bit awkward and not sure what she needs so he looks up what's best for humans. But he also realizes humans can die (that's his fault for looking at webmd)

But he'll make chicken soup from scratch, and feed it to her. He doesn't like how miserable she sounds and he will pull her into his lap to let her rest against his chest. He doesn't know how else to help but feed her and comfort her. He's not a big fan of feeling helpless and secretly panicking that she has some terminal illness disguised as a cold.

Ink:

Unfortunately he doesn't really take care of Motti. He will hang around her and keep her company, maybe grab a few things for her here and there, but he's more interested in distracting her. If he drinks one of his vials, then the worry sets in and he comforts her.

Nightmare:

He will feed off her misery and surprisingly that makes her get well faster? Forces the others to take care of her though and gets agitated if they buffoon around. Ends up doing himself and snippily if anyone points it out.

[bi-scottsummers]

Hi, hello, just came here to say that I love your fic "trending in Japan". I was wondering if you had headcanons regarding Kenji or Emi or interpersonal relationships and stuff. Many hugs for you.

hi hello, thank you for the encouragement and hugs! After some thought ive realized I do in fact have some hcs about some of the character dynamics in the movie as well as just kenji himself, cause hes captivated my entire brain:

Kenji & Emi

Emi does not have teeth but she does inexplicably have a teething phase. kenji is forced to hide all his (salvaged) fancy cars in the garage bc the corvette's already been chewed to hell and his heart is gonna give out if he has to watch any more classics get wrecked

he reads her bedtime stories. A lot of aesop's fables, because theyre short and fun and hes trying to raise his monster daughter with good morals. emi goes hogwild for these but its unclear if she actually understands what hes saying; kenji's pretty sure she just likes the silly voices he uses for different characters

they go flying together! they go first thing in the morning before breakfast - it helps kenji shake off the grogginess of sleep and emi gets to stretch her wings. shes not able to go very far for very long initially, but as she grows and gets those cardio gainz she almost gets to be quicker than him. they have races and play air tag :)

while she doesnt have the vocal range to speak english herself, it becomes clear that emi does understand it well. (kenji also develops an ear for her chirping/squawks, though body language & facial expressions play a big part in communication for both of them) during her (much later) rebellious phase she'll simply pretend not to know what's being said when kenji is telling her to do something she doesn't wanna do, which frustrates him to no end

Kenji

developed a pretty massive chip on his shoulder after moving to the states. it wasn't just bitterness over his dad staying behind, though that was a part of it. this is canon but he was picked on in school for "how [he talked], how [he looked] and what [he ate]." he felt like he had something to prove to both his father and the world. he threw himself into sports - specifically baseball - and his academics, and he did so well that it forced everyone to shut up about how he was different from them and focus on how he was better than them

^ playing off this: kenji had a bonkers fucking yonkers routine when he was a kid/in highschool. he'd get up hours before school started to practice his swing, go for a ~1hr run, workout, study, etc. He'd go to school, come home, and do it all again. this is exaggerated but my point is that this kid was DETERMINED and had the discipline to see that determination through to the end

didnt have many friends because of all aforementioned things. he had acquaintances, and he was invited to parties and outings and stuff (never went), but he spent most of his free time hanging out with his mom. he never really had a "parents are so embarrassing" phase. he always liked to do anything with his mother: going to the bank, going grocery shopping, watching cheesy telenovelas till ungodly hours in the morning, etc. she was his no.1 supporter, confidant, and best friend

he played for his university's baseball team and got scouted at 19. his mom forced him to finish his bachelor's first so once he graduated with his degree in kinesiology at 21, he was drafted to the dodgers

Kenji & Ami

both of them, up until meeting each other, were totally dedicated to their career (and child) so they had basically 0 time for friends. theyre both borderline losers but theyre juuust good enough at what they do for people to admire them instead of finding them sad and lowkey pathetic

kenji is way more into the idea of being friends than ami is. hes pretty enthusiastic about it; he thinks that they have a kind of rapport, since they share a similar work ethic and are both (unbeknownst to ami) single parents. he calls her to chat abt random things. ami initially isnt superrrr into it; she thinks kenji is kinda lonely and desperate for human connection, & it isnt until her mom points out that she has not spoken to anyone outside of work-related reasons in 10+ years that shes like oh shit, i am also lonely and desperate for human connection. so she grudgingly acquires a friend. theyre both really bad at it

need to clarify that in my mind their dynamic is 95% kenji yapping about work and drama in his personal life (circumventing the 8m baby kaiju hes raising) while ami goes "mhm mhm" and takes notes until kenji notices and is like What are you doing. at which point ami is like...... right . nothing. im listening. and forces herself to put the notepad away. she has a hard time disengaging from the reporter mindset and just hearing something intriguing without turning it into an article. the other 5% are the rare moments where theyre connecting super well - ami's psychoanalyzing the hell out of whatever kenji just said and hes like what are you my therapist. over time she starts opening up to him, too, and eventually theyre comfortable enough to be having philosophical discussions over breakfast just for funsies

before kenji reveals that hes ultraman, ami thinks hes in a gang. he keeps showing up to their lunch "dates" with like bruised eyes and fractured bones and gets all shifty when she tries to ask about what happened. when she eventually confronts him about it, hes so offended that she thinks hed be involved in something like that that he tells her about being ultraman

thats about all i can think of rn, though im sure ill think of more after rotating all the characters in my head for a while. thanks again for stopping in, i appreciate the support :)