#bc all we had left was a kid's vest

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I'm so excited you're taking requests for Rupert Campbell-Black!!

Do you think you could maybe fo #15 from your prompt list about him showing up for the reader bc they don't have anyone else?

Idk if just love that trope and I think it works with him.

If you don't feel inspired by that one no worries!

Someone in the crowd

prompt15 Rupert Campbell Black x fem!reader

word count: 5.3k+

warnings: parental neglect, mild swearing, hurt comfort, FLUFF

AN: Ahhhhhhh ANON I love you this is my fav prompt I was initially planning on the same one anyways thanks for platform ing my Rupert obsession you’re the first one

The chronicles of the country side for a veterinary sciences PhD student included more than just animals, main reason she selected a university so far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Peculiar animals in their natural state, she came across more than just peculiar animals.

Trespassing loses its meaning for the engrossed researcher, she didn’t realise when she passed the forest to a private estate land whilst following the slow worm. The most advanced high end camera, that Rupert had only seen with those media folks and proper film production. However he assumed the girl in a camouflage jungle vest to be an intern in a tabloid firm, trying to prove herself to be ever so efficient to her superiors by sneaking in to his property for a few pictures. Too naive to realise he could sue her for all her fortune perhaps. Rather an amateur at her job perhaps, she was there to snap him yet her attention didn’t avert to him on his horse before he approached her himself, “Young lady” he cleared his throat sternly “You do realise you’re trespassing here?”

“Oh?” She looked out of her camera lens to the voice that called out her and in an instant she lost sight of the slow worm she was following. “Fuck!”

“And if you don’t delete the pictures and get off of this land right this second I will be suing you for all the jobs you don’t already have.” Rupert threatened, he truly misliked this breach of his privacy to no end. But because the girl seemed unskilled and gullible to her supposedly first job he felt he could let her get off easily.

“I’m not deleting any pictures I barely got two” she said with a heavy sigh, her eyes frantically searching for her subject within the grass again not too bothered by his threat. “And I don’t have any job as it is”

“Oh” he amused, getting off of the saddle of his horse to level with her, “are you one of those fans then? How many times do I have to tell you people-“

“What?” Her attention broke from her subjected reptile to the man this time, “a fan? I don’t even know you…”

“Oh right” he scoffed placing his hands by his hips, “surely you don’t.”

“I truly don’t. I was following my subject for today from the forest lands and I ended up here it was an honest mistake” she explained herself as she opened her camera to show him the pictures, they were all reptiles and not…him.

“You were following a snake?” He asked rather confused and somewhat intrigued as to what would bring her to this.

“It’s not a snake, it’s a is a legless lizard. Anguis Fragilis” she corrected the man, ever so casually as if it were the most common of knowledges to attain.

The man just burst into laughter letting go of the horse chain to contain it, his hand on his chest he could find the joke in the name and the scenario extremely comical. “You have got to be kidding me!”

Y/n felt a bit embarrassed as if she’d said the wrong name so she went through it in her head again and she wasn’t, wrong. It was perhaps like college again, info dumping on the wrong set of people who poke fun at peculiar passions. But the man seemed to be too old to be like those immature college kids who mock others so she was left rather confused “what is so funny?” She asked hesitantly, “it’s rather rare and native to this area we don’t come across them in the city…” she trailed off trying to fill in his boastful laughter with something to feel less uncomfortable.

“Oh is it now?” Rupert asked as his laughter subsided and he realised the girl was an enthusiast in a true fashion. He just found the name of the godforsaken reptile to have a double meaning to it, he thought she made it up but when she got awkward and explained further he realised she wasn’t joking. “My apologies, are you new here?”

“Yes Ive actually moved here for research, I’m studying veterinary sciences for PhD… ” she said still feeling a bit self conscious after he’d laughed like that.

“Anus Fragilis huh?” He repeated trying his best to suppress another set of laughter but he failed at it ever so evidently.

“Anguis…er-slow worm.” She cringed as she picked up on the joke that had him loosing his composure like that. Perhaps she judged him to act his age which he looked so fast. “It’s also called slow worm. I lost him regardless, so I’ll get going. Sorry to bother you.”

“No, no hang on a second darling” he said gripping her elbow as she attempted to leave but as she returned to face him again he left it just instantly. “Since you’re already here, allow me to indulge you in a coffee or so? It would be very disappointing if I don’t get to learn more about…” he wanted to say it, the joke. But the awkwardly offended look on her face of feeling small wasn’t worth it so he kept it to himself “slow worms and legless lizards”

“They’re the same.” She briefed him feeling his ignorance, the PhD aspirant did not seem to have time to entertain his indulgence. “Forgive me but I have to go, I’ve walked too far from my car.”

“Well then allow me to drop you?” Rupert offered with his usual charm which didn’t leave to phase a lot.

Not her perhaps, “It’s not that far” she said curtly. Packing her camera equipment in a hurry. “Thanks. And sorry for trespassing.”

Rupert watched as she hastily packed her lenses and the rolls. Just when he thought he could work on himself to not offend people on first impressions, he generally didn’t do so with ladies so perhaps this was a first. “I’m Rupert Campbell Black” He put his hand forward for a handshake, “Sports Minister.” He introduced himself.

She had both her hands full with her books and camera, which she could rearrange back in the bag to accept his handshake but she’d rather not so she just nodded shortly. “Yes, Mr. Rupert, so nice to meet you.” She said with half a smile, then paced away not even waiting for his reply.

“I suppose I’ll see you around?” He said with his usual grin but she was already pacing away back to the path she’d come from.

That is how the two first met. Not her most memorable nor pleasant interaction but surely intriguing for the minister. The next time he met her, late early evening at a cafe. It took a second to recognise her with her head down in a book but there was enough lighting cast on her against the window where she sat. “Slow worm!” He exclaimed as he approached her causing her to avert her attention from the book to him.

“You…” she trailed off however her tone didn’t match the same enthusiasm as his. “Hi.” She said as he gestured to the chair across her on her table, asking if someone was there but she shrugged and nodded “Please, go ahead” she said being polite, internally bracing herself for another awful interaction.

“I was hoping I’d run into you” he told her leaning forward on the table crossing his arms, “turns out, your little bugger is a frequent visitor of the stable sheds back at the estate.”

“That explains yeah” she nodded closing her book, the size of it gigantic and hardcover it made a small thud, “it eats slugs and snails, spiders too…”

“Wonderful aspect” Rupert complimented, under informed on the subject he didn’t know what to say. “Did you get proper observations for your research?”

“Superficially yes” she nodded, “I’ll run into more of those one of these days.”

“You can always just visit my place again…I would be honoured to help out a bright mind.” Rupert offered leaning back in the chair, unbuttoning his blazer.

“That is so kind of you, I’m very sorry for trespassing that day” she said it again, obviously not friendly enough with him to take him up on that offer.

“Well you could make up for it by telling me your name.” He shrugged as his lips formulated a smile.

“Y/n.” She told him. As the conversation progressed, learning more of him, telling him more about her research and the subjects she’d come across so far. For someone in a vastly different field he was such an attentive listener. She’d told him a lot, about the animals, her thesis, her lectures and sessions, being a TA, moving here.

“And what of your friends?” He asked her over his second cup of coffee in the same conversation because he wanted to keep it going.

“I don’t live on campus so I don’t have roommates to be friends with, then I’m a TA but everyone else is a bachelors and third year student. Had I done college here I’d have those friends…I do have friends from college back home but as of now it’s only my professors.” She informed him, very casual with it but as she formulated the picture in his head it seemed to be a rather isolating experience.

“And what do you do for fun around here?” He asked her to see if it was as isolating as he realised.

“Trespass estates.” She joked with a small giggle, but in truth she did absolutely nothing for fun because there wasn’t anything.

“Greatest hobby ever” he joked back. But as she didn’t follow up with another activity he realised that if he pried about it he’d just force her to admit she led a boring and somewhat lonely life. He wasn’t judging her, she was fresh out of college and had to move a whole place and seemed to have no friends here. Well except for him if she’ll have him. “Are you struggling?”

“Of course not. I love my work, I can easily afford rent too it’s not a problem.” She replied honestly, if only financial was all of her struggles.

“Don’t you think you’d save more if you lived on campus?” He questioned unsure of her choice to stay in a boutique flat in one of the most expensive neighbourhoods.

“My father wouldn’t allow it. He’s a bit of a tone deaf classist that way.” She admitted, rather casually.

“Allow?” He repeated, surprised. He didn’t know her precise age but by her educational status and the looks of it someone in their early twenties didn’t need their father’s permission on how to live.

“It’s just a bit complicated, he wants all of his children to take the right step that is work in our family business, his company. I tried, it’s soul draining and very unlike me” she sighed “So I just extended education.”

“To get far from him?” He perceived, perhaps not the way she saw it.

“—To explore my options. I don’t want to disappoint him when I can avoid it.”

“And is this the way to be?” He asked, his tone guarded and expression curious.

“Perhaps.” She replied, but on the inside she was so hyper aware that anywhere farther from the family business as all the way to be. She didn’t want to distanced from her father nor her family, she may not be the golden child but she wanted him to be ever so proud of her even though she didn’t walk on the road he chose for her.

“Your spirit likes the fight doesn’t it?” It was more of an observation than a question.

“I don’t indulge in self awareness that well” She replied with a bemused shrug and he just let out a low laugh that. And that was her first friendship in Rutshire. To Rupert’s likeness the cafe was another one of basil’s side quests but he visited there less frequently given the bar was his primary. Regardless, Rupert got him too. The prime customer and his newest friend, studied there most of the time because she lived close by and Rupert felt drawn to her company.

She had no other and he found her growing to be his favourite one. He fancied the conversations with her so much, in her absence basil teased him about it. This one afternoon, Rupert visited as his usual time, or perhaps y/n’s usual time which he picked up on but she wasn’t there. “The coffee can’t be that good.” Basil said with a small scoff, as he found Rupert with a disappointed expression in the girl’s absence.

“I’m just trying to reduce the alcohol intake” Rupert said nonchalantly, well aware he didn’t the caffeine he’d been consuming just for the conversations with her.

“I wasn’t talking about the coffee” Basil added with a devious grin hinting at the double meaning joke he was referring for.

“Piss off” Rupert rolled his eyes at the man with a heavy sigh of irritation sitting down at the table, rolling up his sleeves and facepalming. “This is her usual time to come and study here” he mentioned.

“Which you don’t let her do.” Basil said, the entire time indulging the poor girl in conversations and spontaneous outing plans. “She’d have to be extraordinarily brilliant to keep up with her courseworks with all the detours you put her up to.”

“She is extraordinarily brilliant.” Rupert briefed him.

“I suppose you’d know.” Basil shrugged leaning against the table where he was sat, “Does she have a boyfriend?”

Seemingly offended at the mere thought of that Rupert’s expression disgusted, “Of course not!”

“Of course not?” Basil repeated surprised with his affirm expression. “So you are sleeping with her.”

“I’m not sleeping with her.” Rupert emphasised on the word ‘not’ and it was probably the tenth time that Bas had asked him that this moment.

“Of course not” Basil humoured him mimicking his tone when he said that.

“I’m not, it isn’t like that with her.” Rupert tried to explain that to his friend who found that to be such a foreign concept. It was a very strangely unknown and unspecific feeling for Rupert himself too.

“You don’t want to sleep with her?” Bas questioned not believing nor understanding the prospect “she’s rather pretty.” besides he’d sleep with anything.

“She isn’t just pretty Bas, she’s beautiful, a bit too much even on the inside.” He paused “She is precious.” Rupert spoke with such genuine passion that basil had to lay off of the joke he was brewing.

“And what of you?” Basil asked, it was something Rupert hadn’t even questioned himself for well not yet anyways.

“What of me?” He answered the question with a question feigning innocence. Before basil could further explain himself, even though well aware that Rupert understood him. The bells of the door jingled announcing upcoming presence in the nearly empty cafe causing the men to turn at the voice.

“Hello-Hello, Gentlemen!” Y/n exclaimed in the most enthusiastic Sunday morning tone possible but it was a cloudy afternoon on a Tuesday. To Rupert she always sounded like a Sunday morning with her little giggles and all the mannerisms but today she seemed way more lifted with spirits.

“Want to bet a tenner she ran into a coyote.” Basil said as she made her way to their table sitting across Rupert whilst basil was still leaning against the table.

“I bet you a twenty its a pine marten.” Rupert said, he picked up on everything from their conversation. This week she was in search of that specific animal from her list or so, he kept track somewhat subconsciously.

“It’s neither” She said with a smile still plastered on her face as she sat her bag down to the side placing her hands on the table. “I’ve got great news, well not great but perhaps good, great to me.” She went in an adjective discourse and shook her head coming back on track “My professor submitted my thesis to this government honorary publications department and I’m getting an in-kind research grant!”

“The government is giving you money?!” Basil matched her enthusiastic tone leaning forward on the table.

“No, no it’s an in kind grant…as in-they present me with an award but the big thing is that I get policy access, lab space, government authorised datasets…” she explained further with her eyes so lit up Rupert wanted to bottle this warmth of emotions he felt in just seeing her happy like this and drink it like water.

“You are getting an award?!” Rupert said with loud earnest passion for her excelling. “Y/n! That is marvellous news!”

“You fucking genius!” Basil added further, giving her a side hug and kissing the top of her head, giving her hair a ruffle as he walked across the cafe, “this calls for a celebration!”

“Thank you” She replied with a toothy smile. Feeling very heart warmed. Then Rupert took both her hands in his, he looked just as lit up as if it was his award.

“My darling, you absolute mastermind. Your mind is a wonder, y/n I am so so proud of you!” He said, he didn’t have to reaffirm or reassure more so because out of everyone she’d come across, Rupert had been so supportive, a subject and felt so unfamiliar yet he’d reassured and let her know it so constantly that she’d always have him to be cheering so hard for her. “You deserved this!”

“Rupert, that is so kind! Thank you, seriously” she replied with a glint in her eyes he could feel coloured by. Just about on time, basil blasted the confetti cracker he happened to have lying around. He turned the open sign to closed at the door of the cafe and returned to the table, slowly she let her hands out of Rupert’s.

“Didn’t have champagne in the cafe but this should do” Basil said as he presented their table with a small cake.

“You didn’t have to close the place” y/n said with a small giggle as she saw the cake, a sign in red jam crossing out the name ‘Einstein’ and Y/n in its place. Classic Bas.

“Oh please love, I deserve this celebration.” Bas said with a dramatic roll of his eyes, any reason to not work was reason enough.

“Right of course since he worked so hard.” Rupert joked clearly forgetting he owed the man in staying the cafe for him to keep it open just in case y/n might come in. They kept congratulating her over and over again as the trio dug into the cake.

“So when exactly is the award function?” Rupert asked, it was going to be event of the week for him more than it was for y/n.

“It’s on this Friday, I get one visitor pass and my father is flying out to attend it!” She said, ebullient. It did irk him somewhat because he’d wanted to see her receive the award but he knew how much her father’s approval meant to her so he was happy in her happiness regardless.

“That is great news, what did he say?” Rupert asked keeping his disappointment for not being able to see her at bay.

“His assistant put me through in the very second call so he must really be impressed, he asked me about the function and he sounded very positive of it.” She told them about the seemingly brief phone call.

“You have to talk to an assistant to get to your fath-“ basil was quickly interjected with a small shove on the leg from Rupert to take a turn in that observation. Rupert didn’t want it to rain her parade, “It’s so nice he’s coming all this way.”

“He’d probably stay a day or two after that you should meet him!” She added, it seemed as if she was somewhat more joyous with the fact that her father was pleased than the actual award to her name. It was a grey line.

“I would be delighted to.” Rupert said, he would be. At least for her sake despite having his internal doubts towards the man.

-

The award function was an extremely formal event, you could barely tell apart the professors from the bureaucrats. Rupert could tell the difference easily though, he simply knew the later group, almost all of them. But he wasn’t there for any of those people. Taking his seat at the round table, next to the faces he knew very well but he was way too focused on the happenings of the stage to indulge in small talk. And then there it was.

The lady of the evening. At least for him, her research dissertation was called out and he recognised it was her turn before they presented her name as well. White shirt with several pins of animal welfare and her educational institution. Simplicity and grace, ever so precious. As she received the medal and the award plate Rupert clapped perhaps the loudest, standing up even. The stage wasn’t so far but she didn’t spot him because her eyes were searching another direction and the procession was short lived before she could avert her gaze.

Finally after all the names were done, she was free from the stage back to the softly mingling crowd. “There she is!” The enthusiastic exclamation caught her attention from her lost trance.

Adhering the man in suit with flowers in his hand, surprised and radiated expression, “Rupert?!” She was baffled and so relieved she didn’t understand the later feeling. She rushed to him, their distance getting closer as he opened his arms for her.

“Congratulations, darling” he said bringing her into a tight embrace both of them so joyous, hers was rather infectious. He easily lifted her from the ground out of glee, kissing the side of her face. “You were wonderful out there!”

“When did you get here?” She asked once he put him down and she pulled away yet kept her arms entangled with him. Enough to just see his face, “also how?”

“I’m an MP you thought I wouldn’t be able to get into a government function?” He amused, surprised she did not see it coming, perhaps she wasn’t expecting him but her reaction seemed as if she would rather prefer him. “I got here an hour before yours was announced.”

“I am so glad you made it!” She told him, the effort was so heartwarming to her. He’d came to an event which wasn’t initially his, making more arrangements to even get in for her. She didn’t want to voice it because he’d always reply with such a strange concern as if being loved more than to be sustained wasn’t optional, she wasn’t used to this concern nor sentimental support.

Rupert could tell her kind, wide eyes in a sort of turmoil of something she couldn’t figure out by even herself but he didn’t pry on it, “where is your father?” He asked looking around shortly.

“Oh he…he isn’t here. He could not make it.” She said with a small shrug, that is how casual his absence was to him.

“—How come?”

“Probably his flight, I forgot to notify him about our time zones or so. If he were skipping he would’ve called prior” there was a small hope tugging at her heartstrings trying to believe this wasn’t like the other times. “He would be here anyways, would just be missing the event.”

“I suppose” he replied curtly, being presented with two choices of either being truthful with her of her father’s harsh and uncaring constitution or hold the hope she held out for the man with her. None of the two seemed befitting to him. As the event progressed she introduced him to some of her professors and people that she worked with, he did the same with the other officials that he knew of. She grew tired of the socialising and asked him if they could leave the event, she wasn’t as tired as she was growing disappointed of a man who wasn’t even in the room.

Even though Rupert and her came to the event from a different place and were going back in difference directions it was a given that they leave together. At least to him it was, she’d just informed him she felt like leaving and he stood up in an instant. He was dropping her back to her place because she didn’t driver herself to the function. The two were walking, to his car in the chilly night with his suit blazer draped over her shoulders, flowers and his hand in her hand, he carried her award with her bag for her and a light hearted conversation. Serenity which ran away once they came across a pay phone call booth. “Do you mind if I go make a call?” She asked him, he nodded but he was well aware who that call was intended for.

Rupert leant against the phone stand with the small door of it open, close to her as she pressed the numbers inserting coins. Anxiously awaiting the other line to answer she replied when a voice answered “Hello, this is me, y/n. Did dad leave yet?” She asked, he hated to see her in such distress and was afraid the conversation ought to make it worse. “What? What do you mean—the event, my award he was going to be here for…like he promised.” Rupert could only hear y/n’s side of the conversation but he could pan out the other side, which wasn’t even her father just some office assistant. “Just let me talk to him…please…two minutes perhaps?” It was difficult to watch, begging for the scraps of her father to an assistant. After a few moments the call ended and she couldn’t even stomach the courtesy of a goodbye.

As she walked out of the booth he searched for her to meet his eyes, narrate to him the happenings of the call. “His plans changed” she said but nothing further. He could tell she didn’t feel like talking so he stopped walking and also held her back from the track, pulled her into his arms. Resting his chin on top of her head as he held her, enlacing his arms around her tightly. He could definitely stay like this for rest of the night. Even life? A small voice suggested and he quickly dismissed it as he was pulled back to her, she didn’t feel relaxed in his arms even though she hugged him back and her face so steady, he felt his shirt getting sprinkled with dampness, as if in smallest portions.

“Y/n…” he trailed off pulling away to confirm if she was crying, “are you crying?” He asked as she lowered her face so he couldn’t see it but he leant in her direction to see. “Hey..hey, it’s alright” he pulled her back to him letting her weep onto his chest as he ran a hand through her hair.

“I don’t understand why I feel so bad” she said through her tears, holding onto him like she would fall apart even more if he let go. Perhaps she would.

“It is alright darling just let it out” Rupert said as he continued to sooth her in his arms, trying to provide a present, grounding support.

“He promised me…” she trailed off crying harder, all those events where her father should’ve been present but wasn’t came back to her. Fancy dress competitions at school where the chauffeur that dropped her off would have to attend the show out of pity for the child, birthdays where he would have to be bothered a multiple times to come attend cake-cutting, evidently sad over a test but he simply couldn’t be bothered to ask his daughter if she was alright. So much life spent in I-promise-you-I’ll-be-there. So much disappointment and you’d think one would learn. “I just feel stupid-I thought this time would be different.”

Rupert held her face in his hands “look at me” he said forcing her to meet his gaze. “You are not stupid for what you feel, you are not at fault for someone so detached and irresponsible towards their own child.” He spoke whilst wiping her tears, “he will forever be an incomplete, deficient man for the kind of father that he is. But you my love are beyond him and how he treats you, you’re brilliant and kind and funny and you have a heart big enough to hold a planet. You are going to go so far, your suffrage of his conditional love and inflicted anguish will heal for the better. I promise you that.”

This was a better hope than the one she was always latched onto, hoping that he would change, come around for once. But letting go and a promise for a softer tomorrow seemed so much more beautiful. “But I am so tired”

“You have been so gentle through so much…you must have been tired too. But persevering is constant and you, you always do. There is so much life within you, those around you are infected with it, I know I am.” He confessed, he hadn’t voiced it out especially not like this even to himself but she was more than a lively feeling, more than a chase or a rush for attraction. No. She was life.

Such admission made her heart flutter, she felt the drumming in her ears and it wasn’t the anxious kind. This felt like a sunrise after a good dream, but she had no words for it because her eyes spoke enough and so did his that wandered down to her lips and back to his. Reciprocating the course of gaze when he leant forward, face so close she didn’t move even by the slightest tired of awaiting him to inch to the closest extent she caught a soft grip of his shirt, lowering her gaze right when he crashed his lips onto hers. She kissed him back and it felt heavenly, as the kiss deepened he felt like he had reached there.

Smiles glued to their faces once they pulled away to catch a breath, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear he said “you are not the only one who’s won something tonight.”

“That means I’ve won twice” she said with a small giggle adding to his exaggeration that kissing her felt like a win.

“That isn’t the same.” Rupert corrected her, going in to kiss her again with a slower passion, taking his time letting the sweetness of it linger “for me this is centuries worth of wins.”

—

IVE SO MUCH MORE OF HIS STUFF COMING SOMEBODY SEDATE ME…next his enemies to lovers let me know if you want to be tagged

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okay girlboss i know as we discussed you have lotssss of WIP's but i come to you with a request anyways;

rafe x pogue!reader based on "want you back" by maisie peters. here are some lyrics from that song that make me absolutely need this fic and i know you're gonna agree:

"so i know, that you did bad, but if one more person says it i might go mad." (like HELLO THIS IS SO RAFE CODED ARE YOU KIDDING)

"and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had" (ALSO THIS ONE YUPPPP)

bonus: "til' you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text, i read it like a bible and i wore it like a bulletproof vest" (bc this is so cute)

thank you for your time and consideration bestieeee

thank you for the request bff! It definitely took me some time but here we gooo we finally have it! I hope you enjoy and it's up to your expectations <3

want you back

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x pogue!gn!eader

SUMMARY: Rafe finally gets to reunite with the one who made him feel happy and loved after their heartbreaking time away from each other.

WARNINGS: starts off angsty but ends fluffy, swearing, alcohol, drugs, anxiety, kissing, OBX spoilers + ignore any small grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I LOVE a good angst moment! Its like venting out all the emotions that bother me. Why go to therapy when you can write angsty fics?

Some canon events of Rafe are referred to in this fic, but we still get soft Rafe as we move on in the fic :) live laugh love soft Rafe 🤭🤭

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You let out a little scream when you suddenly feel Rafe's arms around your waist, lifting you up from the ground. You grasp onto his neck tightly, and just keep on laughing as Rafe runs with you in his arms.

He comes to a stop just before the sand ends and the water starts. He sets you down on the ground, and both of you sit down, the water washing up to your feet occasionally.

It's midnight, the moon is out, the water is rippling softly, and you're sitting next to the person who makes you smile as bright as the stars.

Life can't get more perfect.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

"So what, you're just going to leave me now? Whatever we had, it doesn't matter to you anymore?" You yell, tears brimming in your eyes.

"It's not like we were really together you know, you didn't exactly tell people I'm your boyfriend!" Rafe says back, his eyes as teary as yours.

He's right, what you had was more of a situationship. You never labelled him as your boyfriend, heck, you were always confused on what to call him each time you introduced him to people. What you had was too deep to be labelled as 'friendship', but in the back of your mind you were always scared on how things might change if you asked him to be your boyfriend.

"Whatever it may be Rafe! Didn't you feel happy with me? I know I was the happiest with you around." You take a step closer to him, but he takes one back, keeping the distance the same between you two. "You're gonna just leave me because you think me, a pogue, can't date you, a kook? When will we grow past this? Why are you letting a stupid class label decide if you and me should be together or not?"

Tears are now streaming down your face, staining your cheeks as the went down. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your head is pounding with a headache. But you ignore it all. You just want Rafe.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Rafe whispers, as he opens the door of your house and leaves. You want to run after him, stop him from leaving you, but your feet are glued to the ground. Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you on your knees begging him to stay? You hear the engine of his car revving, and from the open door, you see him drive to the horizon.

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

Since Rafe left you that night, you haven't seen him even once. It's been around two months, and you returned to your regular pogue lifestyle with your best friends: nothing to lose, everything to gain.

The biggest problem you have at hand is to find El Dorado before Singh does. It's been the only thing everyone has been able to talk about, especially after the return of Big John. You've been extremely devoted to this hunt, but every now and then, your mind slips back to you and Rafe.

You aren't sure with whom you can open up about this entire situation with. You've only been digging your emotions deeper and deeper in you, and you're afraid one day you'll just pop with all your pent up emotions.

All of you are sitting around a bonfire, and JJ comes and passes all of you some drinks. You really feel like drinking today, to not feel something and set your heart free for just a while.

But how were you supposed to know that with the alcohol buzzing in your system you will feel every emotion exponentially?

You had downed a number of cups of alcohol, a lot more than everyone else. Everyone except JJ was extremely concerned for you; all JJ did was just peg you on because you don't consume alcohol very often.

"I just miss him so much!" You say, wailing. Alcohol has spread all throughout your body, and you just have this urge to let out every single emotion.

You had popped.

"It's okay," Kiara says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and trying her best to comfort you.

"It's not Kie!" You remove her arm from you and get up from you position on the sand. You just want him right now, you want him to wrap his arms around you, kiss your forehead and whisper the sweetest nothings in your ears.

"Why do you even miss him so much?" John B says. "He just ruined everything for us. Especially when he stole the cross from Pope. And he left you because he thinks you aren't the right class. Do you not see how messed up this is?"

"Can you stop saying shit about him?" You snap. "I know what he did okay? But I was the one who got to see the vulnerable side of him. The side of him which only cared for the two of us. We could've been something, you know? But this ridiculous treasure hunt of yours just got in the way."

John B starts to get riled up at your words. He knows you wouldn't say half these things if it isn't for the alcohol in your body, but he cannot help but feel angry on how you are blaming him for everything that happened.

"Oh so now it's my fault? Rafe was never supposed to stick his nose in this! The cross is Pope's family history, and it belongs to him. Rafe's just a greedy person who only cares about the money. We wanted to preserve Pope's heritage." John B snaps back at you. Sarah comes in between the two of you, fearing any more traction.

"John B, leave this matter alone okay?" She whispers to him, and tries to get him aside. Sarah looks at you sympathetically, she knows you'll regret everything you've just said when you'll get sober. She now walks up to you.

"We need to get you to bed right now okay?" She tried to look at you in your eyes, but you dodge them. Sarah motions to JJ and Pope towards you, and they both come up, taking one each of your arms and to lead you to your place.

When you three reach your house and JJ lays you down in bed, you feel tears forming in your eyes. "I really miss him J," you sniffle, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. He looks at you with a sorrowful look on his face. JJ hates Rafe's guts, especially after how horribly he treated you, but he hates to see his best friend in this situation even more.

"You'll be fine," he says softly. "You're the strongest person I know, and you'll be okay." You let his words sink in you, as your mind starts to slowly drift off to sleep.

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Rafe is nervously pacing around his room, his teeth chewing away on his nails. The anxiety is spreading around like plague in his mind, and he just cannot get to stop thinking about it.

A deal he made with someone to sell some of the melted gold of the cross headed towards a direction he was not expecting. He's tried to think out a way out of this, but nothing seems to be the right solution.

Oh, only if you were there with him. You would softly run your fingers through his head and massage his scalp. "It's all going to be okay," you would mumble to him. And each time you told him that, everything did turn out to be okay. But right now you aren't there with him. And he craves you right now more than anything.

With a sudden impulsiveness, he gets his phone and finds your contact. His finger hovers over your name, does he take the risk of calling you or just forgets about it all?

He knows no one will approve of it. After all, you're a pogue. You have no place with all the kooks with their big mansions and their Maseratis in their backyards. But he longed you, he longed for your touch.

The last thing that Rafe cared about was you being a pogue. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was you. But everyone else got to his head and made him believe you just don't belong with him.

"Are you sure you want to be with that filthy Pogue? After all, you may end up losing all your money." They would say, referring to how you're only with him because you care about the money he has.

"You don't belong with a pogue, Rafe. Come on man you're better than this." They would say, connecting a string of bad words with your name.

"What would everyone say? Did you even think about your reputation? You are a Cameron for god's sake." They would say, deeming you unworthy.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. He knows he needs you more than anything else right now. Letting his spontaneity take over, he clicks on your contact.

His heart beats fast as he hears the ringing through the phone. And it almost stops when you pick up.

"Hello?" You say, groggily. You were just taking a nap and getting a call right in between wasn't what you wanted. You didn't even see who called you, you just accepted the call with your eyes almost closed.

"Uh, hey," Rafe says. You immediately sit up in bed. Why is Rafe calling you?

"Rafe?" You say. At this point, Rafe almost feels like melting. He hasn't heard your voice in months, and the sweetness of your voice is something he missed a lot. Everything starts to feel so much to him, and tears start to stream their way down as he sniffles silently.

"Rafe, are you crying? Are you okay?" You're now completely awake, ready to jump off the couch if he wants you there with him.

"Yeah, uh, I'm okay." He says, wiping off his tears. But that's pretty much useless, he just keeps on melting more and more on hearing you. Oh how he missed your voice.

There is a silence between you two, and you can hear each other's soft breathing. You missed him, you missed him a lot. You hated hearing everyone say he's a horrible person; you saw a side of him he never shows anyone. He made you feel so special, and now you feel like digging yourself in a hole, because you wish you weren't so afraid to ask him to be something more when you had the chance.

"I miss you," you blurt, not expecting it to happen. Rafe, on the other end, hears those words with widened eyes.

You miss him? He thought you probably hate his guts for the way he left you.

But you couldn't hate him. How can you hate the only person who made you feel complete?

"I miss you more," Rafe whispers. The tears don't stop, they keep on coming down like two waterfalls. He doesn't want them to stop either. He's finally feeling something. It had been way too long of being numb, not knowing what feeling is striking him.

You have had enough. You get up from your couch and start to make your way out of your house. "Rafe, are you at your home?"

Rafe gets confused on those words. "Yeah, why?"

You get out of your house and close the door behind you.

"I'm coming over."

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You reach outside Tannyhill, and take in its view. You haven't seen it in so long, and you'd almost forgotten how big it is. You step up onto the porch, your heart beating very fast. Before you can ring the bell, the door opens and you see Rafe.

The world stops spinning. Rafe has buzzed all his hair off, but when you look in his eyes, all you see is emptiness. They've lost the charm which made you fall for him in the first place.

Rafe looks at you with utter shock. You've gone so pale; all the color is drained from your face. There are eyebags under your eyes, and you look extremely tired.

Without thinking anything, you run into his arms. His gentle touch, his soothing words, his relaxed breathing, all remind you of one thing: home. He's everything home is. His familiar scent immediately calms you down, and you start to sob, which becomes more and more violent with each passing second.

You drop down on your knees with Rafe still holding you. You can't believe you had almost started living a life without him in it. You had almost lost the one person who understood you without you having to say anything.

Rafe finds himself breaking inside on seeing you in this condition. He's the cause of it, if he wouldn't have given into the peer pressure of leaving you so easily, he would never have to see this day.

"I'm so so sorry bubs," he says, hugging you so tightly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "I'm so very sorry. This happened all because of me."

"Sweets-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Listen to me first, please." He pleads. "I never intended to do that to you. I hate to say this, but I was pressured to leave you. Everyone put this thought in my head that I don't belong with you solely because you're a pogue. They got to my head. That's the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I don't care you're a pogue. I wanted to make you mine, but before I can do that I left you, ghosted you completely. I'm so sorry, I promise to never leave you again."

You look at him with your red, rheumy eyes. The side which made you fall in love with him; his vulnerable side, is showing again and you are just breaking apart from the inside. Oh, how you missed the way he held you so close to him.

You softly hold his face in your hands and press your lips against his. You trace his lips with yours as you move closer to him, his arms snaked around your waist so tightly; he won't let you go again.

You missed the feeling of his lips on your own, the slight taste of the cigarettes he smokes lying on them. You missed your skin against his, the warmth radiating from his body to yours and making you all fuzzy on the inside.

Rafe will never leave you again. He will kill the one who says you don't deserve to be his, because no one in the world deserves you more than he does.

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heyyyy so. i love your blog. and i was wondering, what you think about the headcanon that marty could be diabetic? with what little evidence we have in the movies? ( for example, him turning away peanut brittle which is ALL SUGAR, always drinking sugar free pepsi, asking for something without sugar in 55 at the diner, shoving food in his mouth after the phone call with doc in the morning before he goes to the twin pines lot, etc) i have a headcanon that doc keeps a stash of candy or snacks for marty if his blood sugar crashes or goes low. ( and i know the sleepiness and implied laziness of marty was probably due to mjf being sleep deprived but i read that thats a side effect of low blood sugar?? ) and not to mention the layers he always wears, probably bc hes cold ??? idk , ive had that hc for a while and i just wanted to know your opinions and thoughts on it ??

Ahhh, the return of one of my favorite fringe BTTF headcanons. I saw this ask initially when it popped into my inbox a handful of days ago, but I wanted to have the time to sit and answer it in depth because it really is such an intriguing headcanon. I've only ever encountered it two or so times in the fandom (and one of those times was another ask I'd gotten last year), and I do enjoy exploring the less talked about theories.

I will put this under a read more, on account of I have lots of thoughts, as well as personal experience that allows me some particular insight into how this headcanon might play out for Marty. I'm not diabetic, but I do have a condition that causes a variety of fun issues, one being hypoglycemia. Basically, I have frequent episodes of low blood sugar and need to monitor my glucose level and keep it up by eating often. That being said! Some thoughts on the "Marty is diabetic" headcanon.

• My very first thought is: this kid better be prepared and have lots of supplies stuffed into the pockets of his many clothing layers because otherwise, he's in trouble. Honestly, this is the biggest barrier for me in terms of the headcanon. Marty is on a non-stop, adrenaline fueled ride for most of the trilogy. Between the constant running and chaos and sneaking around and life and death situations, he'd need to find the time during his day for finger pricks to check his blood sugar levels, staying on top of eating regularly, and injecting insulin. That means carrying a glucometer, a lancing device, lancets, alcohol wipes, test strips, syringes, and vials of insulin. He'd likely carry a bag or something that has all this in it.

• BUT! If he left his house that evening and ventured to the mall without any supplies (thinking it'd be a quick outing), one of his first priorities upon becoming stuck in 1955 would be acquiring whatever he needed. His first opportunity for that would be once he arrives at Doc's house and convinces him he's a time traveler. After getting Doc to believe him, Marty would have to be all, "Oh, and, uh, Doc? I really hope you have some medical doctor friends or something because we need to get our hands on some supplies. Like, now."

Then, on top of all the shock that came with being hurtled through time, Marty would have the additional challenge of adjusting to 1950s era diabetes management. No at home glucometer (those weren't available until 1981), and the syringes were large and made of metal. It'd be difficult, but not impossible, for Marty to manage the disease during his travels.

• For the purposes of this hc, let's assume he somehow brought along all his supplies stuffed into secret pockets in his puffy vest. Or, perhaps he uses a portable insulin pump, which became more widely available in the 1980s. It'd look something like this.

The end of the tube would have a needle that'd be inserted under the skin on his lower abdomen, and he'd be able to dose insulin that way. The device would have to be clipped to his pants somewhere. Not sure if Twin Pines McFlys would be able to access this new (and probably super expensive) device for their son. Maybe Doc makes one for him! I could totally see him doing that.

• Anyway, in terms of Marty turning down the peanut brittle, drinking sugar free Pepsi, and asking for something without sugar, it might or might not have anything to do with diabetes in this headcanon scenario. Contrary to what many think, diabetics (type 1 at least, which is what Marty would likely have) don't need to avoid sugar. They need to be mindful of sugar just as any other person should, but they generally don't have dietary restrictions. Sugar would for sure impact his glucose levels, and he'd have to be mindful of that, but as long as he balanced it with the appropriate amount of insulin, he'd be good to go.

It could be that Marty just wants to avoid having to account for extra insulin and avoid a potential spike, so he turns down some sugary foods every so often. Diabetics have to keep careful track of how many carbs they consume, as that determines how much insulin to inject, so if Marty already took his dose for dinner, for example, it'd make sense he'd say no to the peanut brittle even if he wanted it. Otherwise, he'd have to do another injection to cover the carbs from it, and who has the time for that when you're busy sulking over the wrecked car??

• Something Marty would really need to be careful about during all his adventures is making sure his blood sugar doesn't dip too low. High blood sugar isn't good, but low blood sugar (hypoglycemia) is actually more dangerous and considered an immediate emergency. Your blood sugar can be high and rise a good deal before you start to get negative health effects, but once your blood sugar dips below 70 mg/dL, you need to treat it right away. He'd need to be eating regularly, making sure his insulin is matching the amount he's eating, and ALSO factor in that physical activity makes blood sugar levels drop. And all that running he does? Yeah, he's gonna need snacks on hand.

You mentioned sleepiness being a symptom of low blood sugar, and you're right. But if Marty is at that point, it'd likely mean he'd be having a serious hypoglycemic episode. A "normal" blood sugar range is about 80-120, though meals will bring it higher for a bit before you level back out. Once you get below 70, your brain is literally being starved of glucose, which it needs to function. Very quickly, you get hit with a lot of symptoms. Blurry vision, trouble concentrating and speaking, tremors, profuse sweating, tiredness, rapid heart rate and breathing to name a few.

If you manage to catch it soon enough, you can treat the low on your own—by eating or drinking something high carb or taking some glucose tablets—but it's also very difficult to get a meal or some snacks when you're shaking like a leaf and can't even think straight. My blood sugar dipped to 49 the other week, and I went from feeling a little off to experiencing all those symptoms in a matter of a minute or two. For Marty to reach that level in the midst of trying to repair timelines would be difficult, to say the least. An untreated low will lead to unconsciousness, seizures, and even death.

Of course, if Marty is prepared, he'd know to snack during the day to keep himself stable. And I do imagine that '85 Doc's garage is stocked with snacks good for bringing up blood sugar (especially juice, which is one of the BEST ways to bring blood sugar up quickly. My fridge is filled with it.)

• I'm a little concerned about how Marty would fare in Part III, but I assume he'd be well prepared at that point. Let's assume that when Doc came to pick Marty up at the end of Part I, he already had a supply kit ready in the car (Doc absolutely would have a kit for "just in case" that he kept in his garage and brought along if they were going somewhere, and I think he'd have the foresight to bring it to the future). Marty could then have it still for his stay in 1955 while he and Doc prepared the DeLorean for the Old West, and he'd be able to have it for his time spent there in Part III. Very large kit, okay? Doc is super prepared. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, a kit like that would probably still be in the car when Doc gets zapped to the Old West, so....not sure about this one, friends. Let's hope Marty has some stuff in his pockets and that '55 Doc can then help him out in gathering more things together for his trek to 1885.

Well. I'd say I've gone on long enough. In conclusion: Diabetic Marty is a fascinating concept and, while it'd be difficult for him, he could conceivably manage it all during the trilogy if he's careful and has Doc looking out for him as well. There are lots of "missing scenes" and things we don't see in the movies, so Marty could be using that downtime for testing and injecting and guzzling down juice.

Thanks for the ask! This was a fun one.

[kawaiisimp]

Neige LeBlanche headcanons bc I know nothing about him and this is how I see him. I literally made up a back story for him bc we don't have one. None of this is true except for like two things I got from a twst wiki. Also warnings: these headcanons involve Neige having terrible parents (nothing is described in detail, I just say they're bad) and Niege gets in his feels. I tagged it anyways tho. This is long as hell tho, sorry guys...

His voice is high pitched, but it's actually much deeper. He just fakes how high it bc someone in the industry told him he sounded similar to Vil and his natural voice doesn't match his "cute vibe" his fans love (he rolls with it bc he doesn't want to disappoint fans).

He had a rough childhood and his parents weren't ever in the picture and were extremely neglectful, so his grandma fought for custody of him to give him a good life

Neige was inspired to act for two reasons 1. He used to watch black and white movie with his grandma and wanted to be as fabulous, sweet, and cute as the actresses and 2. He watched Vil act during a school play (found out from the wiki he saw Vil act in a school play) and was moved by Vil's passion and amazing acting skills.

He went to the same school as Vil (a fine arts school bc I said so!) And his grandma fought tooth and nail to get him accepted and afford for him to go

He was discovered at one of his school plays and his career took off from there

He sends most of his money to his grandma. Not for her to put into a savings account for him, but for her to spend and use.

Back to his bad parents, when Neige started making money his parents suddenly loved him so much and wanted to make things right with their son. Grandma wasn't having it and didn't allow contact. Lawyers were involved.

His grandma made the sweater vest under his school uniform

He has a million other sweaters and sweater vests made by his grandma. They all look similar to the vest we see him wear, but with different colors and various forest animals.

His grandma also embroidered the "one day my Princess will come..." we see on his hat. It's a reference to his favorite black and white romance movie (I know what it's actually referencing but in my heart it's this!)

He gets swindled and used constantly. Che'nya caught on to this and their friendship started out with him messing with Neige, but turned into an actual friendship when he realized how much people were using Neige for their own gain.

Che'nya is one of his few actual friends and has been helping him feel less guilty about saying no and standing up for himself.

He has piercings.

Che'nya gave them to him over a month, IN CHE'NYA'S DORM, USING PIERCING NEEDLES FROM AMAZON, RUBBING ALCOHOL, AND A LIGHTER! (don't do this at home kids).

Neige freaked out for every. Single. Piercing. And had a melt down every. Single. Time the needle TOUCHED his skin. He went back to smiling and raving about about cute they were after the piercings were in.

He has two piercings on his left ear (lobe), three on his right (lobe and tragus), a septum, a smiley piercing, and an eyebrow ring.

He uses dermaflage for his of "non-conventional" piercings, but takes out his smiley piercing and flips his septum piercing inside of his nose or takes it out for modeling, acting, etc.

His agent, manager, stylist, teachers, etc all went insane Neige showed up with piercing in his face after a sleepover with a "friend" (Che'nya he's not a snitch tho and didn't want to loose one of his three real friends)

Che'nya convinced him to do it bc Neige revealed he felt like He was "loosing himself, and wasn't sure if he had a personality beyond what those controlling his career said he was and could like."

Neige has always looked up to Vil for being stunning, fabulous, professional, confident, passionate, and an amazing actor. He wishes just just once he could be the Villain and not the hero or damsel in distress.

He does Magicam lives all the time. More than his manager and etc. recommends bc he just really loves interacting with his fans

He also reads and keeps, most if not everything, his fans send him.

He ruined Che'nya's hair on a Magicam live once with a hair dye brand deal. He watched in horror as he washed Che'nya's hair out after 5 minutes of the bleach sitting (Che'nya said it was burning).

His eyes then went wide and started crying because he "ruined Che'nya's hair" when Che'nya's hair started melting off.

Che'nya was laughing his butt off while Neige sobbed in the background. (He's ruined his own hair before so his hair melting off is not a new event for him).

This event was memed for nearly 6 months before everyone moved on bc another influencer fricked up.

Neige thinks he's bad at attracting a partner, but in reality he's just oblivious to flirting and people showing a romantic interest

Rook low-key creeps him out but he's not going to say anything bc "He's just a fan!"

He wears makeup bc he wants to be like Vil, not because he needs to.

Even though he has a phone, he writes his grandma letters instead of texting her. He also calls her every chance he gets. He also sends her gifts for every holiday he's not home for.

He listens to indie and rock music with Che'nya and finds himself listening to it when he's away from him bc it's his friend's favorite music genres <3

He works out for the sole purpose to one day be able to carry his future s/o like a princess

In conclusion, I like Neige fr fr and I wish we had more info on him. He's also a sweet boi <3

[chirpsythismorning]

If Will is a lab kid, do you think he's always meant to be one, or is it one of those things that they decided to go with post-season 1?

I'm sort of undecided right now? Part of me thinks, yes definitely! Then another part of me thinks, maybe not?

It's kind of the equivalent to byler for me rn, where yes, there are several instances in s1 that I read as foreshadowing Mike not being straight and/or even simply liking Will. Though, I can't say for certain if that was their original intention (unless they admit it themselves eventually) because we know from what they've said in the past, they thought s1 could end up being a standalone. And so if s1 ended the way it did, without returning, then presumably byler wouldn't have been endgame (at least not blatantly in canon).

However, they also have said that while producing s1, Netflix wanted more background for the inter-workings of the greater story, so that if they did hypothetically continue there would be a plan. And so stuff like Eleven originally dying at the end of s1, might have been the permanent ending had they simply not returned for a s2. And yet they still ended s1 on a note that made her death open-ended, had they been given the opportunity to return.

So I do think generally speaking there could be a lot of details in s1 that were put there with the hope (or consideration at least) that the story could go further. And both byler endgame and twelvegate/willel twins sort of fits into that for me.

Though for the sake of this ask, there are definitely certain pieces of evidence from s1 that make me genuinely consider twelvegate as something they could have planned from the beginning. And not only that, but I think a lot of what happens in s1 ties into what goes on in the following seasons. So I feel fairly confident saying I think it might have indeed been a plan from the start.

One major thing I've been fixated on as of recent, is this consistent focus on Will's arms/wrists throughout the series. It's as if they're either very obnoxiously obstructing our view of his arm/wrists (usually his left arm w/ his watch), or they are showing them off blatantly in the frame (usually his right arm).

I think that this consistent detail, in tandem with the theme of time being central (Will's watch) as well as the references to the tattoo on El's left wrist/alleged birthmark on Will's right arm, makes a lot of these observations interesting as a whole, to say the least...

Within the first 5 minutes of being introduced to Will, he's sporting his iconic red/yellow vest and his watch. Within the first 5 minutes of being introduced to El, she's sporting the yellow Benny's burgers t-shirt, and not only that, but the red and yellow ketchup being the most eye catching colors in most of these shots takes my brain straight to Will (and El?). The shot of Benny with his watch in the frame is a nice touch, and us getting a close up of El's tattoo directly where Will's tattoo would presumably be (under his watch), is interesting, but it's even more interesting in the context of what's to come.

As of now, this is believed to be the first scene featuring the infamous birthday mug in Mike's basement, and it's a scene where Mike gives El his watch to wear on her left arm (over her tattoo), so that she can keep track of time.

This is the most unnecessary detail ever. I'm not even going to delve into it bc it's sort of ridiculous. Why even have Joyce say this, only to cut her off? Why?

This is probably my favorite example out of all of these, and it's because it was after getting an ask about this scene in particular, that I realized this is actually really suspicious. For one, it's the first time we're ever seeing Will w/out his watch in the series. It's a flashback that Joyce has while at Will's funeral. What we can presume based on the other flashbacks from s1, with Will at Castle Byers and then in Jonathan's room listening to music, with him wearing his watch in both of those, is that he was presumably not wearing his watch in the fireball flashback bc he was at an age where he didn't have it yet. So this is likely the youngest Will Byers we have seen in the show, pre-June 1982 at the latest (that's when Poltergeist was in theaters). But that's not even the interesting part. What's interesting is how in most of these shots, specifically OTS, they block out Will's left arm, while in contrast broadcasting his right arm in the frame. Weird how the first time they showed Will without his watch in the series, and they're making a point to block it out...? And the intense shadow in that third shot on his right arm also has me side eyeing...

Jumping to the end of s1, they make a point to show El returning Mike's watch before she gets into the salt bath to find Will. She removes it from her right arm, only for Mike to take it and put it back on his left arm. I wouldn't normally read too much into this, but when we've got time trickery/loop, Mike always running late, and Will might be a lab kid allegations all in the mix, how can I not read into this?

What then follows is El going into the void to find Will. Now's the time they make a point to show us the inside of Will's right arm/wrist, AKA the same arm that Joyce said had a birthmark? Almost like they want to confirm something they planted in our heads in the first place? And yet nothing is there, or so it seems..? I have to ask again, Why? What is the point of all of this? (+ reminder that Mike was missing from all of the reaction shots for this scene, which is odd...)

And yet it gets weirder. At the end of s1, when Will is rescued and reuniting with the party, they decide to also clue us in on the state of Will's left arm (he coughs and so he has no choice but to lift it up and put it on display... yeah... okay), the same arm they didn't let us see at the start of the season, but are now showing us AFTER Will's time in the upside down... Whatever I guess..

At the end of s1, during the epilogue, they give us a close up of Will's arms in long sleeves, which we have been lead to believe up this point now are both birthmark-less (tattoo-less if that's something someone was looking for...). And so okay. Cool. I can't say for certain why they still feel the need to show off his arms so blatantly like this (I do however have a guess...).

Onto s2!

These two images above are more so notable mentions to start of s2 than major examples. It gets pretty crazy going forward, but I felt the need to mention a couple examples like these bc they're simple and cute. The first one is cute bc there's so little of the main party in the frame as it is, and so making Will at the forefront with his little wrist out? Noted. And the next one is even more simple, and yet I love it bc of that detail of the letters spelling out "TICK" in the background...

This one is quite difficult to catch, but after rewatching and really trying to pay attention, I realized that what's being emphasized here is not only both of Will's arms, first his right then his left, but also in contrast, the doctor attending to him's wrists are on full display in both shots...

This is another notable mention, just because I think in general Will's love for drawing is something that makes these sort of shots very easy to overlook. Because they fit so well with the outright narrative, you don't have to read into it to appreciate it. However, looking at all these moments together, makes it hard for me to overlook.

And here we have another favorite, because this is after one of the most confusing scenes in the entire series, with which no fan has even come close to understanding yet. What I am referring to are the scenes at the Byers at the end of 2x01, where the phone rings and they don't answer it (Will is missing from these shots for some reason), followed by a scene at the lab with the lights flickering, then followed by Will waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. They give us this really dramatic shot of his wrists again, literally flipping them over to show off that there's nothing there... Why even go all out with this unless they assume that we are looking? And why even humor a reminder? Why make it a constant throughout the show, if there's nothing to it?

This is another notable mention because I think it's really peculiar how he kind of drags his left (watch) arm out the door, causing it to be doused in shadow for most of that shot. Though the next morning they show it off again. This may very well still seem not that suspicious yet, but trust me, this isn't even the most incriminating.

This is believed to be the second time we are seeing the infamous happy birthday mug, only this time it's in a scene with Mike and Will. I think what makes this scene so much better to me now, is how right Mike was without even realizing. The truth is, El would understand exactly what Will is going through. I initially tried to look into this scene from the context of arms/wrists and came up short. Though now, looking at it and typing this, I do think it's interesting they were presumably given the direction to cross their wrists over for that last shot... It could just be a coincidence, but a pretty insane one considering.

Just another iconic drawing shot with Will's arm dominating the frame.

This one is interesting bc it's the first time we're officially introduced to Will's feeling in his neck (head?), which if you'll note, he reaches to touch with his arm(s).

NOW THEY'RE JUST LAUGHING AT US!

Fair warning, it's about to get real.

Also s/out to @shippingfangirl013 who supports my Twelvegate obsession. We've been going back and forth for months rewatching. And I kid you not, every rewatch we're finding new evidence that support our theories (delusion?). She introduced me to a lot of these examples of Will's wrists being emphasized after we talked about the complexities of the tattoo debacle, leading us down a massive rabbit hole. Though these ones below are what probably take the cake, because they are just...

Well would you look at that. An extremely incriminating shot focusing entirely on Will's left arm dominating the frame more than ever before, and cast in a remarkably intense shadow, also with lacerations from the rope that was tying him up over his wrist(s). It means nothing...

Onto s3!

Also hard to spot this, but the final shot of the previous scene emphasizing El's left arm (wrist), where her tattoo is, along with her bracelet, sort of parallels the shots of Will in the following scene, which also emphasizes Will's left arm (wrist), where his watch is...

If you'll notice, each time Will has reached for his neck up to this point, he's always used his left arm.

That is until the scene at Castle Byers, which is when Will suddenly starts a new trend of using his right arm to reach for his neck instead, also ironically the same scene that Will says He's back...

This VERY much intrigues me in the context of the theory that Will was in part either possessed or at least guided in some way by Vecna to encourage the party to go to the hospital, where their ill-fate awaited them. Also somewhere they probably wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Will bringing the idea up himself. There's already been analysis on this elsewhere, but the basics is that those scenes at Heather's house and the hospital, leading up to the lights flickering, and Will's blocking in all those shots/his literal shadow, is odd... (also I might be totally crazy, but these shots at the pool/hospital almost look like Will does have a birthmark on his right arm, arguably near the wrist tattoo zone... It doesn't look like Will/Noah has ever had a mole/birthmark in any of the shots focusing on his right arm in the show previously up to this point, which I just find that to be kind of confusing in the context of the speculation about a birthmark on his right arm in 1x03 by Joyce, despite that being debunked in the finale? Idk, maybe it's a new one? Idk. I'm just gonna try not to think about it too much or my brain might explode.).

Next, that first one is almost funny to me, because why does Will even need to be in the frame at all here? Arguably he doesn't need to be, but instead of just letting this be a shot of El and Max, they make a point to have Will's right arm placed directly in the middle of the shot (less the middle, more so following rule of thirds. Which is even more incriminating tbh)...

Not suspicious at all. Totally normal stuff going on here. In fact, look away entirely. It's probably a complete waste of your time...

ANYWAYS onto s4!

The wonder twins are now officially twinning-up after 3 seasons of subtle build-up. The yellow and red making a reappearance reminding us this is very much the same as it's always been, whether we (or they themselves) realize it or not. Both of their left wrists sporting some type of accessory, while also mirroring each other, is borderline spooky.

AGAIN, the unrelenting urge these Duffers have to make Will and El mirror each other...? Pretty remarkable if you ask me. Something is definitely going on here. Oh and here's a quick focus on Will's right arm during his fight with Mike... Idk doesn't look like any birthmarks in sight to me...

I bet you didn't see this coming, aka the van scene is twelvegate evidence???? I mean not on the surface, no. However, in the grand scheme of things, yes. It follows an interesting trend this show has had of focusing on Will's arms in a way that feels like they're hinting at something, while simultaneously keeping the truth just out of our reach.

And we're back to our regularly scheduled programming. You'll notice here at the end of s4, that Will is following the same late s3 trend of reaching with his right arm to touch his neck. I don't know what to make of the pattern they're going with there, but I do think it's interesting that there is a pattern at all in regards to which arm he uses. Am I scared about the implications that come with that? That this could mean Will ends s4 not entirely himself, at risk of being pushed to do things by Vecna, just like fans predict he was mid s3...?Absolutely.

It's fair to say I think this could have definitely been a plan since the beginning. Arguably, it fits quite well with David's consistent insistence that the ending of the show is beautiful, going all the way back to interviews he did to promote s2.

I do think it's possible this could have been a plot line they planned on exploring and maybe even revealing in s2, but once they realized what it a hit it was and that they would have to go another 2-3 seasons beyond that, then they presumably had to stretch it all out to make those revelations exciting for the end instead. And so Will taking a back seat to the greater plot for s3-4 makes a lot more sense to me, knowing they are arguably saving the most exciting and thought out ideas for last, which we know in large part all connects to Will...

[analogwriting]

I love those “if you were a character in…” but I’m 100% I’d be dead in any of those worlds lmao

Heart pirates? I don’t know SHIT about medicine. Sure, my mom is a psychiatrist but it’s not like I’ll give Law prescriptions for anti depressants 😭

Kid pirates? They look like my friend group but Kid would kill me fr he would not allow my ass in that ship no matter how punk I look (which I don’t)…

Honestly my best bet is the strawhat pirates, I could be robin’s apprentice or something because I like archeology :D. This also reminds me of the time I dreamt about getting stuck in the one piece word but I didn’t understand what they were saying because they were speaking in japanese EXCEPT for Sanji who spoke in french too so I was able to communicate (i actually don’t know french in real life idk why in my dream I understood him)

- number 1 kese hater

you're so absolutely valid ongg i have a weird relationship with the ocean. like i love being in it and visiting it (i live in the midwest and have visited the ocean, like, three times) but it's vastness scares the everliving shit out of me. im in love with her but i fear her. being on a boat tho in the middle of it all???? i'd pass away. i get nervous just driving over large rivers on a bridge. i've been on a boat one time and a ferry, like, twice. scared every time lmfao and i can't even begin to tell you how many dreams about the ocean i have had. and not like, drowning or anything. just about how vast and unknown she is. ugh i love her

I only think i'd have a shot with the heart pirates because before i had to drop out of college, i was going to be a forensic pathologist, so i have a lot of science and medical knowledge in my cranium. but it's the submarine that draws the line for me. i would pass away. i would end up with cabin fever and claustrophobia and simply just pass away.

i am a shithead through and through and i'd be clowning on kid at all times. i'd be a nightmare for him. i don't give a shit who you are - i'm CLOWNING on you fr. like you really thought you could take on shanks? dumbass forreal. is it bc he's gotta have redhair superiority? like if you wanna join the red hair pirates just say so...jkjkjk (kid i still love you but NO ONE is safe from my dogging) i be roasting everyone left and right. so honestly, he'd probably HATE me. but i think he secretly just loves arguing.

gimme five minutes, i'll get you lookin punk in no time. im sure i got some patches around here somewhere to make you a vest and i've got PLENTY of eyeliner and hairspray just lemme know what era we going with lmao

i love robin so much. she's so beautiful and smart and i'd kill for her frfr. i think i could survive with the strawhats. they have a level of chaos im used to and luffy reminds me of my little sister.

i meeean more than 1/3 of the french language is the same in english, so understanding sanji makes a lot of sense. the language is also just pretty similar in general in terms of words. (i took it in hs bc i was convinced i was going to move to cambridge or smth with my pathology degree that i never ended up getting lmao)

or maybe sanji was talking to you through your dreams frfr. you guys LINKED IN FORREAL NOW

[linkware]

Today i got a meeting bc my numbers were low for a second day in a row and when i mentioned that id probably be faster if i wasnt experiencing A Pain in my body and he mentioned that i could go home but itd be another occurance and then said "the two excuses i hear the most are pain and the freight being bad, and from the looks of it youre fine and the freight is too" like im sorry i havent had a period in 6 months and i think my uterus is trying to invert itself inside of my body. Be nice to me before i explicitly describe what that feels like in detail to you and we both have to go to HR about it!!! But switching happened after to handle the Emotions and i asked him to do a random safety audit on me without telling me and i passed just fine so he said as long as i keep a steady pace through the night like i did when he audited ill be fine and we got the number back higher.

I still have to think about my job as a combination of school and salmon run to survive it but whatever works for me i guess. Have to be here i go on break when they tell me and i have to meet a quota.

I get praise if i meet it and a passive agressive talking to if i dont. This is so mr grizz coded. Also its stupid to expect 100% productivity when you, yourself, said that it takes roughly 6 weeks to get your body adjusted to the constant movement and ive been here for FOUR. And only 2 weeks actually doing things in my area hands on. Which is 7 days bc i havent worked tomorrow. Thays bananas and i think its silly so idc.

Also the rule that "if you need to rearrange a box so it fits then you packed it too full" is really stupid and i dont follow it because if i have a big cardboard box sitting on all of the smaller ones it wont fit but if i just move everything on top of it its fine. It literally takes less time than closing a partially full box bc that takes me longer than just dumping the box onto the line, putting the big item in, then putting stuff back ontop AND THEN closing the box. I can easily put more in this box without going over the handle. You want me to make a wasted movement to prevent a different one. I am very proud of my ability to follow rules unless they are stupid and no one can give me a better answer than "um its just the rules" like. Okay then unless its like some actual problem im gonna keep doing it suck my peanits.

I am also considering just giving myself a lunch budget for the workweek instead of prepping lunch bc i actually cannot handle doing the dishes during the week bc before work and after work is my only free time </3 i dont want to touch something gross or wet </3 ill do the trash or sweep or clean A Surface but dishes is no so tomorrow morning im gonna knock them out so i can enjoy the weekend and stuff cuz im gonna cook alot of tomato and feta to freeze sauce abd i can sense the dishes already

Overall today was mid. Again. And one of my coworkers i thought was nice put his two weeks in but i figured hed prolly get fired soon cause hes taken off more than hes worked so hes def out of PTO and u only get two absences/occurances in ur 90 day/orange vest (im at 1 out of 2 en and im scared idk how he does it) and his brother bit the snot out of his arm and left a huge bite wound while on meth and he lost custody (tbf his apartment is getting demolished due to rain damage... but from what he said he shouldve gotten it instead but im a bystabder in all of this. I hope the kid has a nice life she doesnt deserve to be between the drama her parents have)

I think is freakeng weed time bc im sooo emotions still. And i have an edible for edible + park tome so im Considering tomorrow taking it and going to the park around 5 am for a Magical Time with the sunrise

[handern]

refraining so hard from shoving a map of all the micro-specifics of breton costumes and accents in the faces of everyone who enjoys the Fulenn song bc I’m so so excited

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

sorry i have to brainfart this somewhere but mersault chuuya wearing almost damn near similar clothing to his youth got me thinking about dazai and chuuya's fashion choices.

dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit. it fitting, given his character and such.....so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's. i think it's cool, to show the stark contrast between his pm days and how he's faring now, aswell to show how much effect oda had on him.

chuuya.....is the complete opposite. boy changes his clothes all the time. but it's so interesting.

his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here. almost similar to ada dazai's outfit. and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outift- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in".

then theres sb outfit- hes wearing the standard mafia outfit like higuchi, but with his own touches- rolled up sleeves, glasses tucked in his breastpocket, choker, gloves. its not much, but even higuchi doesnt do anything to hers. we kinda see him "getting into" the mafia work, and theres no pop of color here. the dragon head conflict outift is different though- hes wearing clothes that are "his style" again. simple shirt, jacket, choker, gloves. he also has his red petticoat (i think thats what it is? whatever that long cloth underneath his jacket) that, once again, gives him some color. i dunno what spured the outfit change, but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color"

and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat. he wears his coat on his shoulders, similar to pm dazai. (also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)

where was i going with this?? oh yeah. why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes? like was it his off day or something. bc if you look at chuuyas various outfit as his progression towards the mafia then him wearing his old non mafia clothes either means two things : 1. this is to signify chuuya, under vampire influnce, is well. obviously not loyal to the mafia atm. or 2. something might happen in the future that makes him swear allegiance to someone else which i dont find possible but??? who knows. im overthinking this

Oh my god I opened my asks to find this monster in here and scrolled through it like ?????????

Please feel free to do this anytime this was an absolute joy to read hahaha

"dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit." His outfit stays pretty similar, you're right, though he does actually change it once during his mafia days. The left image is the outfit he wears in Fifteen and Stormbringer, while the right is what he wears in DHC and Dark Era.

The difference is the blazer jacket he adds under his coat. It's a minimal change but I think it's significant. I mentioned in this post how I believe the change might be related to his change in pronoun from boku to watashi, but really it's more the added layer of distance that makes this significant. Dazai just looks a little... odd, in the first outfit. The coat hangs off him loosely, his shirt is a little baggy. He looks very boyish, and that makes his deceptive tendencies and deeply concerning outlook all the more disturbing to others.

The second outfit makes one change but his clothes now look like they fit him (still with the exception of the coat, which never fit and never will... in this universe anyways. You mentioned Beast so... you know already hehe). In the case of the second outfit, he looks more mature and formal, which lends itself to a person who withdrew further and further away from people (with the exception of the other two at Bar Lupin); who became a terrifying executive in other's eyes, moving away from the "creepy intelligent child" image he had earlier - even though he is still very much a kid. No one knows Dazai - I think the added image of formality and authority here is just one of the many barriers he constructed to keep people from getting too close.

"so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's."

hjdfvbdjf rainbow - entering his no longer closeted gay era (sorry lol i couldn't resist)

No but you're right about the coat looking a bit like Oda's. He cared for and respected that man like no other and I think when Dazai thinks of "a good person" Oda is the first person who comes to mind. His shirt in the manga is also stripy like Oda's, a little detail that got lost in the anime. :')

"his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here."

Yeah. He looks every bit the street kid and blends with the Sheep near perfectly - more than fitting in though, I think it's more than implied that he wants to fit in and changes his look to do so. Chuuya goes to great lengths to give the appearance of fitting in - because he never felt like he truly did (and certainly the Sheep did not treat him like an equal or a friend).

"and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outfit- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in"."

YES you get it!! And adding onto that, Chuuya doesn't really have a lot of reason to want to fit in yet. He hasn't found his personal groove yet, because he has little personal attachment to the mafia at this point in time.

Yeah in Stormbringer he's got a few personal touches but is still pretty non-descript (though you're right, it's much more than Higuchi... something to think about for her character too, and how it seems the mafia may be more of a job than an investment to her). By Dead Apple though, Chuuya's outfit is... well, back to his punk vibes, just a little more mafia-classy, I guess. (I don't know fashion I'm sorry, please don't kill me)

"but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color""

Red makes a lot of sense as a colour for Chuuya. It's energetic, emotional, fierce and aggressive. It's also considered protective, so yeah it suits him for sure. Red clothes, red ability... red camellias...

"and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat." Ooo ok. So in the anime, this is true but in the manga, I believe his vest is actually a pale red.

Well. Brown with red undertones. Your point still stands though because the colour is very muted. It's not like Fifteen or DHC Chuuya for sure.

"(also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)"

Oh. Thinking on this. Um. Embarrassed to say - I don't think I noticed that actually. Like obviously he loses the coat a lot and that was already something to think on but... only around Dazai, is that right? Hold on, I'm gonna check.

Ok so my check wasn't super thorough (read: I am too tired and drained to go through each and every panel he appears in) but...

By god, I think you're right.

That's. Hm. I'm going to join you on thinking about that for awhile.

I see the coat as a representation of his role and responsibility he takes on, really, so it's interesting that the formality and symbolism of his service to the mafia gets quite literally discarded in the scenes with his foil and equal. Fascinating.

He's also not wearing it in any of these now infamous panels from Chapter 101:

Huh. Well. Thank you anon. You've just given me a whole new thing to whir about.

"why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes?"

Honestly, I'm still waiting to figure this out too.

Because of the purplish hue over this piece of new art, I find it hard to tell what the actual colours of his outfit are but it does look awfully similar to his Fifteen outfit. It could just be his "day-off" outfit but I think there's got to be more to it than that. It could have to do with allegiance, like you suggested. May I also suggest the return to a sense of inhumanity?

These are also the clothes he wore when his journey to find answers on himself began. Might he be entering a new arc where he has to "find" himself again?

I still feel we don't have enough information to make a solid judgement. As the meursault pov continues, I think we'll have a better reason as to why he's dressed like this.

[peekintoeternity]

so wtf is up w obito's height?

(aka how tf is that a 1 cm height difference, kishi?)

(aka just working out the inconsequential detail that is Obito's vertical reach, compared to which perhaps only the Narutoverse continuity is more elusive...)

(just putting it out there for other obito simps to stress & mull over i guess lol)

so i randomly recalled some funny posts from ppl who hc Obito as the Tallest Uchiha™, being a whopping 6'3" while the other men of his clan are around 180 cm

and at first it seemed like just another canon?-what-canon? hc bc per the databooks he's 175-182 cm (whatever that hyphen means...)

and sasuke's adult height is also 182 cm, while madara is 179 cm (basically the same?), so

so much for "tall obito" hcs?

but... what if we doubt the databooks?

(wouldn't be the first time they've been wrong compared to canon manga content...)

let's say 175 cm is Obito's height at age 14 / 15, which turns out is quite normal for an Asian teen male, and would make sense because when he faced off with Minato, who is 179.2 cm, they seemed about the same height

let's say he uses henge (transformation jutsu) to keep appearing this height, even as he grew taller—bc he was supposed to be fully grown Madara and not a kid with the longest cosplay gig, going through puberty while managing a criminal organization and all that

(it's sorta a running joke by now: "pain & konan not noticing obito getting taller is a plot hole"—but maybe obito simply used henge, hence, no plot hole after all?)

so is that the reason for the hyphen? obito pretends to be 175 cm tall even into adulthood while his real height is 182 cm? (6ft tho, not 6'3")

but then i thought of that nigh-iconic panel of Obito & Kakashi, where they are drawn clearly from head to toe, standing side by side

(this was the only panel i could think of off the top of my head that you can use to compare obito's height)

now, Kakashi's height is 181 cm; this is purportedly consistent in the databooks, through parts I & II (makes sense since he's introduced as an barely functioning adult and has no reason to hide his height, unlike obito)

so obito should be, as far as we can see, practically the same height as kakashi.

(who can even detect a 1 cm height difference?)

if anything, thanks to kakashi's floofy hair, kakashi should appear taller than obito

but in this panel, obito seems to be taller than kakashi—by more than just 1 cm.

in dumblingo (only language i speak rly), i'd say he's about... a forehead taller?

Naruto - Chapter #666

aka srsly, how is this a 1 cm height difference, kishi?

yellow lines: obito's head

red lines: kakashi's head

you can see that the top of kakashi's head (ignoring his epic floofly hair) only reaches the base of obito's forehead

(thanks to black zetsu we also clearly see the top of obito's head without (spiky) hair length muddying things up)

and kakashi's chin is just above obito's shoulders / clavicle

blue line: kakashi's shoulder

you can see that the line of kakashi's shoulders are lower than obito's—they're practically at obito's pecks

(i went by kakashi's left shoulder but you can see his right one also doesn't reach obito's, and it's worth noting: kakashi there is wearing a pretty thick protective vest / flak jacket, while obito is completely shirtless)

green line: their feet

aight idk how to calculate angles / perspectives n all but it should be fine to just go by their heels where you can see their foot flat (horizontally) on the ground right?

anyways...

it would make sense for obito in this panel to show his real height (as opposed to when he's method acting as madara or sth), because, to name just one reason:

he's had the jūbi ripped out of him & been forced to perform rinne rebirth (among other fun things, like losing his heart and having his throat slashed)—basically surpassing everyone in the Narutoverse survival olympics

so at this point, he should be way past wasting chakra for a henge, hence, this panel should be the most accurate reference for obito's height

and, based on this canon manga panel, he should be well above 181 cm—certainly more than the databooks' 182 cm

left: obito's tallest possible height per the databooks

middle: kakashi's height

right: what obito's canon height is more likely to be, based on that panel of obito & kakashi in chapter #666

in conclusion:

canon obito should be closer to 6'3" or 190 cm (6'3" is apparently 190.5 cm) than the databooks' reported max height of 182 cm

and since manga canon trumps side content like the databooks, lemme validate the hc crowd and say...

those hcs of obito being 6'3" are more accurate / canon compliant than the databooks' 182 cm

(or maybe i need better glasses, idk)

[doctorstethoscope]

Yes, Mr. President || The True Story

art by @multiverse-mxdness

if you saw me post this yesterday and then delete it bc it had a typo no you didnt <3333

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: discussion of terrorism, guns, hostages and bombs

wordcount: 2.4k

“She just released six hostages,” the CIA director, Sally Langston, explains to President Hotchner. “SSA Beene is on the ground coordinating the FBI response, and he has an update for you as well.”

“We’ve got half a dozen snipers in place, Mr. President,” Cyrus explains over a video feed into the situation room. “If we can get a clean shot, we’d like to take it. On your orders, of course.”

Aaron grinds his teeth. He’d much prefer for her to come out peacefully, without the use of force, but there are innocent lives at stake and he worries that he doesn’t have the time for moral qualms.  “If we take the shot, what are the chances that the bomb goes off?” 

“Given the type of bomb… if her hand is on the detonator, we like our odds,” Beene says. 

The President swallows heavily. “Take it,” he says, spitting the words out as if it would make them carry any less gravity. 

“That’s a go, Agent Beene. Prepare your team,” Director Langston says. 

In Congressman Struthers’ office, tensions are just as high. 

“This was a mistake,” Mary rants as she paces, her thumb far too close to the detonator for your liking. “We shouldn’t have released the staffers.”

“They were scared, Mary, and they weren’t a part of this. They were kids, just like Chris,” you remind her, appealing to her humanity, or what was left of it. “It was the right thing to do.”

“Then why don’t we have the file?!” She asks angriily, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.

“I’m a member of Congress, and it takes me weeks to get a document I’ve requested. Even longer if it’s classified,” the congressman pipes in. “You’re making much quicker progress than I usually do, that’s for sure.” 

Your phone rings, and it’s Derek. You answer it immediately.

“You okay?” He asks. 

“Fine. What did you find out?” You ask in turn, all business. You’re not fine, of course, but there’s no time to get into any of that. 

“They’re gearing up for something out here,” he explains gravely. 

“Something, like, potentially bringing up the file?” You ask hopefully, knowing full well that that’s not what he means. 

“Not unless the file looks like a sniper,” he confirms your fears. “They just went into the building.” 

“How many?” 

“Four, it looks like,” he answers you. 

“Plus however many they have outside,” you theorize, and then the stomping of boots pulls you out of your train of thought. 

“Mary,” you say, hanging up on Derek as soon as you realize what’s happening. “Mary, you need to stay calm.” 

“They’re testing me,” she says, drawing up the blinds. “Why are they testing me?” Do they think I won’t do it?” She says, brandishing the detonator in the window, and that’s when you see the red laser dot square in the middle of her forehead.

++++

“Mr. President, we have a visual through the window,” Agent Beene reports to President Hotchner. 

“A visual on who, exactly?” He asks. 

“We believe it to be Mary Nesbit, but we’re not yet confirmed,” he explains. “Locked in on the target, and ready to engage on your orders.” 

“Absolutely no shots fired until we’re certain we’ve got the assailant, understood?” He demands. 

“Yes, Mr. President. A team is also headed into the building to see if they can get Ms. Nesbit to come out peacefully. We’re prepared to show you the visual we have from the window.” 

“Alright. Go ahead,” he says, and the protector turns on, showing a grainy image of the side of the Capitol building, and a shadowed woman with a bulky vest on. The hand holding the detonator raises. 

“Mr. President, on your order!” Beene barks out, and it no longer sounds like a request. Aaron is just about to say the word when he’s sure he’s having some sort of panic induced-hallucination, because your face appears in that window, reaching out towards Mary.

“Everybody stand down, now!” The President barks. “That’s a civilian hostage in the window, stand down.” 

“What in God’s name is she doing in there?” Rossi asks, and the President realizes he’s not hallucinating. His stomach lurches. 

“Somebody get me a line into that room. Immediately,” Aaron says, masking his grave concern with a seething tone.

“Mr. President, a word,” Rossi says, gesturing towards the door, and the President follows him into the hallway. “You cannot speak with her,” he says in a resolute whisper.

“Like hell I’m not,” Aaron argues, nostrils flaring. “She could have been killed in there.”

“Which was stupid and careless, and we will now all do our level best to not blow her up. But you will not call her, because there is no way your presidency survives if the two of you share a headline for the third week running.” 

“Share a headline? Are you listening to yourself?” Aaron asks incredulously. “Get me a line into that room, Rossi, and consider brushing up your resume while you’re at it.”

“Mr. President,” Director Langston says, poking her head into the hallway. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a line into the Congressman’s office set up for you.”

When Aaron walks back into the room, he realizes what a bad idea this was. He needed to talk to you, but he hadn’t considered he’d be doing so in front of a room full of people. He steadies his jaw and strides in, calling your name into the speakerphone. 

“I’m here, Mr. President,” you say, and he can tell that you’re trying to sound strong for him, sound professional to cover for him in this room full of people, and he hates it. 

“How are you doing, is everyone okay?” 

“The Congressman and I aren’t harmed. Mary only wants her son’s file.” You explain. 

“We’re working on that, I promise you,” he says, trying to infuse every ounce of comfort he could into the professional declaration of facts. “It’s difficult.” 

“Respectfully, Mr. President, I really need you to make it less difficult.” Your voice breaks in the middle of your sentence, and Aaron thinks he’s about to burst down the door to the Capitol himself. 

“I know, Ang–I know,” he catches himself. “Would she like to speak to me about the situation? If I assured her that we were working on it—”

“Mr. President, I really can’t advise—” Sally starts, but he silences her with a hand. 

“No. She doesn’t want to speak to anyone. She says I have to hang up now.”

“Alright. We need you to stay calm in there. Try not to let yourself get too anxious— think about that place in Vermont we saw on the campaign trail, okay?” He says, a desperate edge to his covered half-truth. 

“Yes, Mr. President. I have to go.” 

++++

“Did you know that my son hasn’t even been buried?” Mary asks you and the congressman. “None of the funeral homes would even take him, because they think he’s a terrorist. He’s still at the city morgue.” 

“Let me make another call, Mary, this isn’t over yet. We’ll get you that file,” you assure her, pulling out your cell phone and dialing the one person in the city who almost certainly doesn’t want to hear from you.

“I just saw your face on the news, what the hell are you doing?” Joey asks when he picks up on the first ring. “Does your fixing extend to terrorism now?” 

“This one wasn’t exactly a choice, Joseph, the C4 just fell into my lap,” you spit out through gritted teeth. “I need a favor.”

“Well, you know, call us old fashioned, but over here at the Department of Justice, we do our very best not to aid and abet terrorists,” he scoffs.

“The FBI raids a suspected terrorist’s apartment, kills a man, and the investigation is sealed, no questions asked. When questions are asked, a team of lawyers, sixteen Freedom of Information Act requests, and an inquiry from a member of Congress are all ignored. This is what’s happening in America right now, under your watchful eye. If that feels right to you, if that feels like justice, go ahead and enjoy a power lunch at Le Diplomate. If not—”

“Understood.” Joey cuts you off. “I’ll see what I can do. Stay safe in there, okay?” 

“Work fast,” you implore him.

“One hour,” Mary warns. “Your guys have one hour left, and then I blow us all to bits.” 

“Mary, we really can’t rush this. Declassifying documents—” 

“One. Hour.” 

+++++++

The phone rings with three minutes left on the clock. You’re so relieved that your knees almost buckle when you stand to answer it. 

“Here we go,” you say with a deep breath, more to yourself than to anyone else as you answer the phone. 

“Is everyone in there still okay?” Aaron asks. 

“Yes, Mr. President,” you answer. 

“Good. I’m standing here with David Rossi, Joseph Rosen, and Director Langston of the CIA. What I’m about to tell you is classified information,” he explains. “For your own safety, I need you not to respond to what I’m about to tell you, can you do that for me?” he says, and while he’s trying to remain neutral, you can hear the covered desperation in his tone.

“Yes,” you answer plainly. 

“Mary is right,” he confesses. 

“I’m sorry?” You say, your voice breaking. 

“Chris Lawrence was not a terrorist. Chris Lawrence was CIA. He infiltrated the Al-Qaeda network at the highest levels and brought other CIA operatives into the organization as fake recruits. Chris Lawrence was an American hero, perhaps one of the greatest heroes our country has ever had, but you cannot tell his mother that,” he explains to you.  

“You can’t tell anybody that, because if you did, the 57 men and women that he recruited, who’s very lives depend on maintaining their undercover identities as enemies of the United States— they would be tortured until they died, and a decade’s worth of intelligence gathering would die with them,” he underscores. 

“Chris Lawrence was killed by the FBI because they did not know his true loyalties, and that….” Aaron concedes a pregnant pause “was a terrible mistake. But it made him a martyr to Al-Qaeda, and a hero to the United States. I am so sorry that his mother will never know the truth, but 57 lives depend on it. There are 57 other American heroes whose names their country will never know, and it’s our job and our duty to bring them home alive. Do you understand?” 

“No,” you answer honestly.

“No?” Aaron repeats, aghast. 

“But thank you, for the true story,” you say, loud enough for Mary to hear.

“You absolutely cannot tell her the true story,” Aaron commands.

“Don’t make me do this to her,” you whisper, turning your back on the mother who’s intuition was going to land her in a federal prison. 

“57 of our bravest assets, is the truth worth their lives?” He reminds you. 

You take a deep breath. “I have to go now,” you tell the President. 

He calls after you by your full name, as if you were a child. You hope he says it again in front of you, and not just at your funeral. “Do not hang up, I need you to acknowledge—” Aaron yells after you, but you drop the phone back onto the receiver. 

When you turn around to face Mary,  she’s practically beaming. “That was the President,” she smiles. “What did he say?” 

You take another deep breath and swallow heavily. “Mary, I am so, so sorry.”

Her face falls in an instant. “No. No,” she cries. “No.” 

“Your son was a terrorist,” you explain.

“No! No he wasn’t!” She continues to interject. 

“He was a high level Al-Qaeda operative, higher than they wanted to make public,” you lie, and she collapses to her knees. “That’s what was in the file, that’s what was classified,” you explain, kneeling in front of her on the floor and holding her head in your hands as she continues to cry. “I am so sorry. I’m going to see you through this, Mary. make sure you have the best defense possible. Our work isn’t done, you’re still my client,” you assure her. “And now it’s time to go, okay? This starts with us all walking out of here, safely.” 

“Okay,” Mary sniffles. “Okay, I’m ready,” she says. 

The Congressman goes first, heading towards the door where they’d heard FBI agents camp out earlier. 

“This is Representative Struthers,” he shouts. “We’re coming out peacefully.”

“Nice and slow, one by one, hands raised,” An agent instructs, opening the door. 

The Congressman is closest to the door, and he follows orders, stepping out at a glacial pace until given the go ahead to move faster. 

You turn and look back at Mary, give her a reassuring nod. “It’s going to be okay.” 

She smiles. “I guess now that I’m a terrorist, too, my son won’t be alone at the morgue,” she says, shoving you through the door and slamming it shut. 

++++++ 

“Mr. President, we have a visual on the hostages and Mrs. Lawrence leaving peacefully, if you’d like to watch,” Rossi informs the President, and the projector kicks up again. Congressman Struthers leaves without incident, and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you, still unharmed. He’s no sooner let all the air leave his lungs when he sees Mary shove you out the door, and even worse– you turn around and try to force your way back in.

“No, Mary! Mary, open the door!” You yell. 

“Pull them out,” Aaron instructs, trying to stay calm.

“Ma’am, we need to move,” An agent tries to guide you away, but you continue gripping at the handle to the locked door. 

“Get them out of there!” Aaron yells. He watches as an Agent manhandles you— physically picks you up and starts to carry you out, but then there’s an explosion, and the feed cuts out. “Someone talk to me!” He barks, somewhere between a growl and a yell, turning into the comms device. It’s all static. 

tagging: @arsonhotchner @shyhotch @dadbodhotch11 @call-me-mrsreid @angelfxllcm @the-modernmary @rousethemouse @skyler666 @gspenc @wheelsupkels @ashhotchner @mintphoenix @infinite-tides

[fullmoonandstar]

Pedro Pascal Character Ranking

I saw someone do this and want to make a list too. So I present my Pedro Pascal Character Ranking based on how much I would want to be in a relationship with them xD ( in reverse order )

There is a bit of mature talk(not super explicit though) so read at your own discretion 

Haven’t watched the thing

Pero Tovar, Ezra, Dave York, Juan Badillo, Max(Bloodsucking Bastards)

No.

Max Lord

Hot mess

Pedro across the street:

I was gonna put him in ‚no.‘ because he seduced a married woman to rob a bank but apparently he has a magic dick that can make this up tight b*tch talk so points for that I guess XD 

Oberyn Martell

He is very hot and a prince. Good fighter too, not only as a poison expert but also as a warrior. Dedicated to family but if I’m honest the hedonism is just too much for me. Also comes with the baggage of being royalty. People would be scheming all the time and you can’t have five minutes with him, his concubine and the pool boy :((

Dieter Bravo

would date if it was the 70s, before people knew how dangerous drugs are. Canonically into assertive women. Definitely a plus point 

Francisco Morales

Seems pretty level-headed but lets himself get roped into some dangerous situation bc his old buddy asked and I can't tell if that is a good character trait here or not. I mean the man has a kid and a wife at home but still leaves. so yeah i will probably pass

Javier Peña

I’m on the fence about Peña; on the one hand, he is really caring towards his partners and you can see his love for them leaping out of his face, but he also has major commitment issues. (He left a woman at the altar and now has some pseudo (?) relationships with a bunch of hookers in town). He would definitely self-sabotage any serious relationship bc he thinks he is not good enough or whatever. ( I also don’t think we would be super compatible bc I’m a dom and he doesn’t strike me as someone who would be good a giving up control) Peña may be a good fling but has too many things he has to resolve on his own time for my taste 🙈

Would totally give them a try

Jay Castillo

A sweetheart. He is only this low on the list bc he had little screentime and thus not that much characterization   

Agent Whiskey

(I only watched Pedro-cut of the movie bc I already hated the first movie in this series ) He lost his family and is covering up his emotional damage with a cool image. It’s triggering my i-want-to-heal-him center bc he is good dude at heart and life just threw suffering at him. I want him to get better :(( I don’t remember much characterization but he is good with flirting and I hc him being kinda romantic. I don’t know if I dig the accent or not  

Marcus Moreno

He seems like a good dude and I would totally go on a date with him. I can only hope that his child doesn't hate me bc that would be a no go for him. Looks good in that tactical vest. 

Marcus Pike

A sweetheart but a bit too fast on the "will you marry me" question. The thing that gets me about him is when he kisses (what is her name?) he leans down and I got butterflies seeing that. That man is a giver, *I'm* a giver so this may work well UwU

Seriously asking for their hand in marriage

Din Djarin

he is actually very kind-hearted when you get on his good side. Since Grogu came into his life he has gotten more patient and open too. Din is loyal and will protect the people close to him. 

Only Downside, Din is probably ace. Like seriously, while watching the show there wasn’t a single character he had any sexual tension with. No man, no woman, no unspecified being. Yes, he was almost ready to settle down with that widow in season 1 but honestly, I didn’t feel the tension there either. And I mean come on, I would be all over that and he’s not gonna be interested 🥲

Javi Gutierrez

he is a ray of sunshine, okay? We both like movies (even though the stuff I watch is probably trash to him lol) so we can do that together. More similar interests: writing, boats? I also hc that he has a tennis court somewhere. Let play to gather Javi <3 He seems really attentive and affectionate and I’m like that too. Only downside, we would be to lovely dovey all the time 

[tmae3114]

I’m still absolutely over the moon about the response that We Are Full Of Stories To Be Told has received so far so here is some art for you!! To give you guys an idea of how long I’ve been working on this particular fic, according to my files, this drawing of these four was finished around the end of last September!

Left to right, we have Meli Lu, Zinnia, Tomix, and Isirios!

Some design notes because I Have Thoughts:

It’s referenced in passing in the fic that the city-state of Ravenloss leans towards bright colours culturally. It’s specifically referenced in regards to their architecture but it’s reflected in their clothing too!

I had defined fashion senses for these kids before I had names for all of them. They are, as follows, quoted directly from my messages:

[Currently-Unnamed-Clawkin-Girl voice] all of my outfits are purposefully designed after historical stuff and nobody can stop me [Zinnia voice] if I'm not wearing at least one eye-searingly painful colour at all times, what's the point, really? [Currently-Unnamed-Atealan-Boy voice] what's a "gender presentation"?

Isiros wearing a skirt was a decision I initially made because I couldn’t figure out how to draw Atealan feet that day so then I decided to run with it

He’s also wearing an open vest & no shirt, which I am pointing out bc his pose is hiding it

Meli Lu’s outfit here is designed specifically after Book 3 Ravenloss buildings. There’s a reason Tomix says she “cosplays ancient buildings”

Zinnia’s hairstyle was chosen for A Very Specific Reason. I wonder if you can guess what it is? :3c

I’m super glad I went with the decision to have Tomix bundled up in a blanket for this drawing because I have a full body drawing of his high school era outfit also ready to go, so I can hang onto that one for if Part Two takes longer than expected!

[no-spices-just-pisces]

STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 VOL 2 SPOILERSS!!!! dont read if u havent watched it yet

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?!???!!???!!

we all readlly though eddie was safe…god i was crying so hard when he died in dustin’s arms. now he is never gonna graduate. and when dustin talked to his uncle- i hate the fact that the entire town thinks he is a murderer and cult leader when in fact he is a hero and a hell of a guitar player. when he said “chrissy this is for you” i was so proud. but tbh i wished he would’ve ran this time and not be the hero. i really hoped it was a joke and he would somehow make it to the portal and to a hospital like i was literally thinking EDDIE WAKE UP I DONT LIKE THIS EDDIE WAKE UP the whole time

and now i cry when i think about the fact that eddie told dustin to never change. but guess what he changed now he is more traumatized by your death!!!

when i thought max died too i was ready to never watch the show again but now im still worried about what is gonna happen to her. like those arms and legs dont look good ngl

and dont get me started on mike and will!! if mike wheeler would’ve paid more attention he would have remembered that el said in a letter that will doesnt want to show her the painting she thinks is for a girl. then he would have realised that el couldn’t have asked will to paint that exact painting and tell him what to do. but mike bought it bcs it was what he wanted to hear. the entire speach will gave (wich was beautiful) touched mike to much and pushed him to say i love you to el. BUT IT WASNT ABOUT EL YOU IDIOT IT WAS ABOUT WILL!! like cmon why else would he cry. it was so clear he was talking about himself. jonathan noticed, i noticed, god i think even argyle noticed, but mike didnt cause he is am oblivious little bastard. i was so excited about will showing him the painting and mike’s monologue but ofc they still made them about eleven. its just cause will is so selfless. but it got me thinking, if mike figures out that it wasnt about el, and it was about will, does he finally realize he has feelings for will or is at least a little conflicted between el and will?? and what was that thing about his life starting when he met el i though the best thing he did was befriending will. beyond disappointed michael..

i like eleven i just think she is better off alone like there is no chemistry no flavour in mileven it was cute when they were kids now its boring

im also a little a disappointed that will didnt het vecna’d. dont get me wrong i dont want him in any danger and nothing close to what happened to max but i just wanted him to have some more relevance to the plot again cause i miss the times he was connected to the upside down. believe when i say i waiting for that neck thing that he does. and maybe i kinda wanted mike to go into helicopter mode if vecna got will and smack some sense into him and remind him how he felt when will was missing.

now im also disappointed in steve and nancy. just leave it behind you no need to bring back the old romance nancy is supposed to be happy with jonathan and steve is good alone now that he cant be with eddie.. got i wanted them to flirt some more at least they had so much chemistry!! i really hope steve still had eddie’s vest as a reminder of him. still hoping he is his bisexual awakening and he will get talking to robin or dustin about him in the future and say he missed him too

and im glad nothing happened to robin protect the gays

its just that there were so many theories and we expected so many things to happen and they didnt and there are so many unanswered questions left and i cant wait another 3 years for season 5. im a little disappointed tbh

[s-aint-elmo]

anon how does it feel to have made my week

i’ve been holding on to these asks for DAYS waiting to carve out some free time so i could do them justice because they are absolutely wonderful. resident rich kids getting left alone for five minutes and wrecking the kitchen?? resident rich kids and their friends who they love very much setting out to study all together on the living room floor but accidentally making the study pile too comfy and ending up sleeping instead?? fantastic. perfect. inspired.

(riz will crash and knock himself out in a few and adaine will be grappled into the cuddle pile eventually just you wait. it’s inevitable. fuck the exams)

finally, i've been really loving this influx of fantasy high asks lately, but also! go send some my friend @supercantaloupe's way!! she's had a hand in a couple of these and she is fantastic.  

(image description under the cut bc i had some time!)

[ ID: a screenshot of two asks sent one after another. they say: "I have a HC that Fabian and Adaine cannot cook and so the bad kids spend Friday nights trying to teach them/ Also bad kids studying together/falling asleep in a pile." what follows are two drawn images in response to them. 

 one: an overboiling pot on a food-covered stove sits in the foreground over a roaring flame, while the disheveled pair of fabian and adaine take cover behind a kitchen counter in the background, framed by stylized billowing smoke from the pot. on our left, fabian brandishes a wooden spoon at the pot in an en garde position. fabian is a half-elf with wavy, messy hair and an eyepatch over his right eye. he is wearing an apron over a tank top and a panicked grimace. on our right, adaine wields a ladle in the manner of a baseball player coming up to bat, squinting at the pot. adaine is a high-elf with a similarly messy bob of wavy hair and long ears pinned back in distress. she is also wearing an apron over her shirt; it's tied into a small bow at her back, partially obscured by the smoke. on adaine's head sits her familiar, boggy the froggy, a perfectly spherical frog wearing a collar. boggy glares at the pot, firmly in his "i don't like this" setting. the background is a solid peachy orange.

two: all six bad kids curled around each other in a sleepy, mid-study pile. each bad kid is filled in with an identifying colour in order to distinguish them from each other. fabian, a half-elf with wavy, slicked back hair wearing an eyepatch and a letterman jacket, is pale red. adaine, a high elf with wavy, bobbed hair wearing a wool-lined denim jacket, is pale blue. fig, a tiefling in a studded leather jacket with slightly curved horns and long, braided hair, is purple. riz, a small goblin in a newsboy cap, vest, slacks, dress shoes and dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, is yellow green. kristen, a human girl in a t-shirt with curly hair pulled back in a ponytail, is golden yellow. gorgug, a half-orc in a big hoodie with headphones slung around his neck, is pale green. they are all wearing matching woven friendship bracelets.

from left to right: gorgug is curled on his side, one arm pillowing his head and the other resting on the floor beside him. from where we stand we can see the top of his head and his shoulders. fabian hangs over gorgug, his head laid on his arms, which are laid on gorgug's waist and hip. his hands partially obscure his sleeping face. adaine is fully awake, seeming to be the only one left interested in studying. she looks down with an expression of mild annoyance on her face at fig, who is using her lap as a pillow. fig sleepily swats at adaine's book, a gesture meant to tell her to join the rest of them in napping. adaine only holds it up and away from her hand. riz sits against fig's torso, his knees pulled up to his chest and hands cradling a mug of coffee. his eyes are large and staring blanky into the depths of his mug; he is clearly on a caffeine high. kristen, fully asleep on her stomach, has one arm curled under her chin to support her head, the other extended to rest on her crystal, which buzzes slightly with a notification. an open book lays partially over her extended arm. her body is curved in such a way that she closes the loose circle of half-asleep kids. at the very center of them all sits boggy the froggy, a very spherical frog. his face is the picture of contentment. the background is a light shade of peach.]

[sunnys-ocs]

@human-au-rps-foryou

(we moved this here bc we're proud of it so far and wanted to share

Sunny

Sunny got up early that morning to get dressed before he had to wake up his daughter, the bright rich-born, young lady who was abandoned alongside her twin brother by their mother, a woman who Sunny had previously worked for.

Sunny put on his undershirt, vest, jacket, slacks, nice shoes, gloves, and bowtie. This was his work outfit.

Sunny. Was a butler.

He woke up his daughter and son, the two children he had adopted after their mother left her suite and her children, abandoned.

He gently shook awake his little girl and little boy. "Hello my little princess, hello my little astronaut."

Cass

Cassidy rolled over and whined. "I don't wanna get uuuppp." The young 4 year old pulled her blanket over her head. She knew her dad was also her Butler, being assigned to she and her twin. But he was also their father.

Shane raised his head a small bit and groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Can we have pancakes?" Shane asked, sitting up.

Sunny

Sunny smiled warmly at the two. "You can have pancakes if you get ready right now. That way you can relax and eat them before we have to leave for school." The twins went to public school as the staff, who paid for practically everything for those twins, couldn't afford to send them to a private school befitting to their high social birth status.

Cass

Cass'head popped up from her pillow. "I don't wanna go to school!!!" She complained. It was their first day of school. First time away from home. Away from the magnificent food, cozy beds, big TV, and most of all... away from their Dad.

Away from stories and snack times and cuddle sessions and play time. No piggy back rides or tickle fights. No playing pretend or movie night with popcorn and ice cream. No silly face wars or staring contests.

No. More. Dad.

Cass could not bare the thought. She simply pulled up the blanket.

Shane was already getting up and preparing for school.

Sunny

Sunny looked down at his stubborn little girl. "Oh, come now, I know you'll have lots of fun. Remember all those fun times I took you two to the park and you played with new friends? School has a lot more kids your age for you to meet and play with. I know you'll love it." He was smiling that kind of smile parents have when they're rolling their eyes in that knowing way.

Then he smirked. "Besides.. if you don't get up.." He then changed his voice to sound like a knock off cookie monster and a knock off Yoda had a child. "The tickle monster will get you!!" Then he threw off the blanket and started tickling her sides.

Cass

Cass giggled and burst into fits of laughter. She then practically threw herself off the bed and ran for the kitchen. Her giggles echoing the home.

Shane clung to the butler's leg, sitting on his foot. Still chatting about the pancakes. "Cass will want chocolate chip pancakes with whipped topping and sausage and berries on the side. And syrup! I want the same thing except no chocolate chips." Shane said. He loved his dad, but he was also hungry

Sunny

Sunny chuckled and shook his head at the twins. What was he gonna do with those two.

He loved them so much.. He was going to miss them while they were at school. It would be the longest he and them have ever been apart. Even while he worked they were somewhere nearby or only babysat for an hour or four at a time.

"Yes, yes, I'm aware, but you must get dressed. We can't have you going to school in your pajamas, my dear." He gently shook his leg as he spoke, as if it would actually shake him off (even though Sunny knew he was being too gentle to hurt him, meaning it would never shake him off.)

Cass

Shane got off the leg and began looking through his clothes. All of them were super fancy clothes. The staff, including Sunny, was rich beyond belief. So of course the 4 year old twins only got the very best of the best. Anything they wanted, they got at top quality. Yet the twins weren't brats about it. On the occasion they were told no, they never fussed over it.

Cassidy still didn't want to go. She wanted to color in her coloring book with Shane and Dad. She didn't want to make new friends, she had the staff of the establishment they lived in. She didn't want to go to school. But how could she tell her father

Sunny

Sunny looked over at Shane and smiled, and then looked over at Cass. Then he shook his head with a soft sigh. "Hunny bunch, what's wrong?" He asked while getting down on her level on one knee. "You have all kinds of fun making new friends at the park? Its the same thing hunny I promise you'll have tons of fun!" he said trying to get her excited. "Besides, we can have our special family breakfast before you go if you hurry." He knew she loved family breakfast. They were together and that was her favorite. She said so.