#bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[lottiepumpkinofficial]

Day 8

Chap’s 21, 22, 23

ahh i know we’re only doing a few chapters a day but it feels like were simultaneously going so fast and also taking our time, it’s mad to me that we’re in the 20s now but i usually read up in less than a day

for lottie, someone who couldn’t necessarily afford fancy things when she was younger to get a bursary to rosewood where she would (i assume) be getting very fancy free food available 24/7, and then on top get a job where not only would she be getting paid, but she would also have all travel, clothes and non term time food just arranged for her?? that’s huge- like she essentially would never have to pay for anything essential, and would be able to buy other things she wanted too

“‘when you inevitable have to tell everyone that you’re, in fact, not the princess of Maradova’” let me just cry now thinking about how that happens

“‘we have to promise no more secrets’” that aged badly

it makes me so sad that lottie immediately wants to impress jamie, her self esteem in book 1 in general makes me really sad. especially as someone who really relates to lottie, and since i’ve done a lot of work to improve my self esteem it just breaks my heart when her go to attitude is to impress others as if they’re all inherently better than her

onto part two!

ahhh the insomnia phase. weirdly enough this is one of my favourite parts of all the books. it just seems to capture the everyday life, making it feel really beautiful while showing us it’s not perfect. idk something about it gets me

ellie waking up extra early despite not being a morning person just to keep lottie company is one of the sweetest things she does in these books

oooh a big juicy bit of foreshadowing with claude

i love that lottie has such a childish wonder about her- even with everything that goes on in her life she still gets so excited about things and doesn’t deny her inner child joy (this is also one of the reasons i think she’s neurodivergent, not that this is indicative of a diagnosis, just a common trait)

okay i know we talk about it but we’re all still sleeping on japhael- “like Ellie, this was the first friend outside the Maravish family that Jamie had ever made.” i know friends can be friends, but to compare their friendship, to the very already romantically coded ‘friendship’ of ellie and lottie almost sets it up for us

lottie you should know better than to think jamie doesn’t know everything

‘little princess’ this nickname makes me very emotional every time

hehehe october time, i love autumnal descriptions in books

PUMPKIN BREAD AND WHITE MOCHA omg the library cafe snacks sound the best i have to make this at some point (fun fact if you don’t know me- i love baking, and cinnamon, and autumn and i’m rambling okay don’t ever get me started on autumnal snacks if you want me to be quiet)

nonononono not the ellie saskia crush pls no it’s almost worse to me than chapter 16 i hate it

ani so hates the ellie saskia thing as well, i’m with you ani, keep being a hater

princess and the pea- boom- ani understands lottie so well - she loves a fairytale themed hint

“‘Lottie, why didn’t you tell me?’” how’s the no secrets going for you lottie

ugh i hate that saskia tutors lottie but at the same time i adore it bc i love saskia

actually i wanna ramble about saskia. she’s one of my favourite characters, and i love her so much, but the way she acts at the start of book 1??? flirting with another girl right in front of her girlfriend?? come on. i know they’re having their issues, but her whole thing is she’ll do anything for ani, except clearly not flirt with other girls. maybe im being a bit harsh, she’s only 15, but if you’re old enough to be in a terrorist organisation, you’re old enough to not flirt with other people when you’re in a monogamous relationship

[okthatsgreat]

HI LEE i get so excited whenever you rb those oc ask games.. anyway!! apricot, marmalade, bronze and spark for whichever oc you feel like talking about?? :D

HIIIIII LILY AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU (I THINK)!!!! <33 um umm im gonna give this one to naomi :]]

OC ASK GAME!!

apricot - who are they to you, the creator? are they your child, your beloved, your experiment, etc?

she's like. hm. shes kind of like a thing to me. like a guy thats a thing. and im shaking her around a bit in my skull and shes just sorta flailing about ragdoll style

marmalade - would they sacrifice their meal if someone else needed it?

LMFAOJOFID um. dependssss really depends!! naomi is already a pretty picky eater so taking an eternity to settle on something to eat and then immediately handing it off isnt extremely appealing to her. for STRANGERS especially. if its somebody she knows and they are really making a big deal about being hungry (as in to the point where she becomes uncomfortable) she'll hand it off lmao. this girl is NOT charitable and she can get kinda protective over her things </3 she's way more likely to just get up and buy/make them another meal i reckon !!!

bronze - what do they do when they lose? do they lose often?

naomis life can honestly be defined by a series of losses tbh BUT um she's not the SOREST of losers. im imagining in a monopoly situation with her friends or something, her loss would be more played up than anything like "ohhhh damn youve bested me 😱 fuuucckkkkkk". like she doesnt really TRY too hard bc shes surrounded by people who are all yelling "IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!!!! IM NUMBER ONE AT MONOPOLY ILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and she doesnt wanna set herself up for disappointment most of the time LMAOOFDSO

BUTTTT for sports especially she definitely can get a bit competitive at times !!!!!!!!!! she KNOWS shes fucking fast, and while she isnt one to outwardly snark about it she can be a try hard when it comes to class games of volleyball or something hfdkjg. thats one of the things shes good at so she'll allow herself a bittttt of leeway when it comes to raising her expectations

besides like. just kind of losing at life in general she doesnt tend to lose a lot of competitions, mostly because she ONLY does comps shes good at lmao!! she got the title of ultimate free runner for a reason >:) also fun fact about her she is extremely good at those professional tag competitions its kinda scary

spark - what motivates them?

the innate need for survival above all else and the lingering fear of inevitability and pain that hangs over her. peace and love

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

Im gonna be real, my knee jerk reaction here is to make some bitchy little comment and then drop it. But I'm gonna do my best to explain our position here. Because I know you're a good person, and I know you aren't gonna take what I say in bad faith and twist it against me. Putting it under a readmore bc this post is already long.

Imagine you have a house. You've built this house yourself, you love it, it's HUGE and every single nook and cranny is special to you. And then a neighbor comes along and cuts down 80% of it to use the raw materials for fuckin whatever. What an asshole, we are not inviting him to the holiday party. But you start to rebuild. You don't get more than one room up though before another neighbor comes by, says he's friends with the first guy, and then tells you he's gonna be telling a bunch of children to walk through your house. You say "hey, wtf. I actually don't like kids all that much, and don't really want anyone walking through my house after that last guy destroyed most of it." And they say "that's too fucking bad". You ask your other neighbors to help, and get radio silence from everyone except for one random dude way out in the ocean who went through something similar. It's not enough though, and the kids start stomping through your house.

A bunch of them keep accidentally knocking shit over and breaking it. Not their fault that this place isn't kid friendly, but that's exactly why you don't want them there. At least half of them tell you to knock down MORE walls so that your house is easier to walk through, it's kinda inaccessible for them. A lot of them don't do much more than just. Walk through. But your house isn't built for that much foot traffic, and now your floors are dirty and breaking.

Your neighbors start talking, saying how inaccessible your house is for the kids, how WEIRD your house looks to them, how anti social you are. They even start spreading rumours, calling you uncivilized because your home is so weird and dirty and broken even though it WASN'T always like that and you were never given the chance to fix anything or even make the place more child friendly before the absolute hoard of rude/inconsiderate/well-meaning but still part of the problem kids started stomping through.

Your house is in shambles, there are kids that you don't want everywhere, and your neighbors all hate you and love to spread rumours about how mean and brutish you are. At that point, even though it isn't the kids' fault you are going to find yourself being not exactly the best host. It's not that you can't be, you're actually really good at helping your friends and their kids feel good and safe in your home. But this is too much, you are one person and these kids are not in a listening and learning mindset. Rudeness isn't the goal, but when you're that tired and bogged down it's inevitable.

First guy is the Industrial revolution, second guy is the league (obviously), and the neighbors are the rest of Hoenn (again, I think obviously). I'm not using this analogy because I think you're stupid, it's just the best way I could think of to make the emotional reality actually hit home. Also because explaining the history in detail would take even longer lol.

We aren't rude by nature. We dont even necessarily hate having guests over. But it's just been too much for too long, and we are tired of being judged. And anytime we try and explain that people try to defend the League, or say that we're overreacting. One time I told someone the cliffs notes version and they said "so it's true? Your town is super poor and shitty?"

People don't like to hear their precious League has done terrible things. People also don't really approach us much from a place of actually wanting to listen and learn. That said, I do trust u n ur little girlfriend to be chill. If either of you actually want to learn about our culture n traditions I'm happy to talk about em.

Is it morally wrong to visit Fortree solely to see how long it takes for someone to pick a fight with me?

[mono-dot-jpeg]

aaitl: [the start of a new adeptus] - zhongli

summary; it was a very big surprise to xiao and ganyu that they would be meeting the next adeptus in line. especially when the next adeptus is a child.

genre; fluff, this is just family, i need emotional support from liyue god family, dad! zhongli, child! reader, ALL PLATONIC, zhongli is a doting dad and i will die on that hill, dragon hybrid! reader, xiao is just a grumpy older brother, angst (if you squint,,, like really hard), i swear to god if someone comments peepaw zhongli i will cry /j

word count; 1.01k

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[gender neutral, i hope]

a/n; i did a fuck up with the hcs post. whoops. i should've had the age of you be unknown only bc im making this story basically start from like newborn- and not 3 yrs old. anyways- also the stuff I've made before is probably not canon to the series.

this isn't really a series ig? it's more like a bunch of scenarios. close enough

this chapter is just zhongli talking to himself and hoping that you give him a coherent answer in any way

the way i could've posted this sooner-

reader's age; literally a baby, probably 5 months? maybe more?

december 31st, a new addition to the immortals that lived among humans was born. you.

though you were a mere baby, you knew you would be so much more. i mean after all, not all your memories as a spirit left you.

you knew that and zhongli knew that. although he didn't know that would happen at first. you had to try and blab it out to him with your lack of teeth and ability to talk as you were only 3 months old.

other than those moments of you causing suspicion with your weird knowledge that was far too much for a 3 month baby to know, zhongli had quite the time taking care of you so far.

he went as far as to purchase books about taking care of children. he had never experienced this with ganyu or xiao, so this was very new experience for him. he couldn't be more interested in it. he wonder how mothers were able to handle having children despite experiencing being a woman before he took his current form. he merely walked in the life of a woman and never fully experienced it.

"ah ah, y/n, no chewing. you can't eat that, sweetie." zhongli chided as he pulled the blunt arrowhead away from you. "i know they're not sharp but it doesn't mean it still can't hurt you." you whined, trying to reach for it only to flop right on his lap. he chuckled at your antics, helping you sit back up.

"up you go." you waved your arms mindlessly as he picked you up with ease and placing you right next to him. "hm. y/n, have you met aether yet?" you blinked at him, you definitely never heard of them before. "i'll take that as a no."

he started to explain the outlandish traveler that had recently left mondstadt and traveled to liyue. he had met him through some person you haven't met yet named childe. what a weird name... you had thought as you listened to his story while reaching out for the blunt arrowhead but failing to do so, earning a very amused zhongli. "were you listening to me, sweetie?" you nodded with your whole body, again flopping your body on his lap. "i don't think you were." he chuckled, moving you to sit on his lap.

there was a peaceful silence between you both as you look around the village. you were grateful to see the village you loved and protected for so long and yet you felt sad that everyone had left. zhongli seemed to know how you were feeling, "it's okay to miss the village you loved but change was inevitable. would you like to leave back to liyue harbor now? i think you need to take a nap." you whined in reply, squirming as he stands up holding you in his arms. your hands weakly grabbed at his clothes, while he held you close. "my little dragon, i promise to take care of you. i'll do my best for you."

zhongli had taken the waypoint right to liyue harbor, hoping you wouldn't be too dizzy from the sudden teleporting. luckily for him, you had fallen asleep in his warmth. your small tail curling around one of the arms that held you and your hands gripping against nothing as you nap.

"good afternoon, mr. zhongli!" hu tao greeted him cheerily before noticing your small body napping, "who's the new face? did you get a wife, mr. zhongli?" she teased.

"ah, it's a much more different situation than that, hutao." zhongli answered as he watches her coo small compliments at you despite the fact that you were fast asleep. "what's their name?"

"their name is y/n."

"they're so cute! you should bring them around more often! i could babysit them!" oh if only she knew... zhongli thought.

"maybe someday i'll take them around. i must head off now. i will see you tomorrow, hutao." hutao smiled in reply, waving him a goodbye as he continued his walk to his home.

he finally arrived home, you still sleeping as heavy as a rock, entering the home to find your room. he keeps himself quiet with his steps as to make sure you don't wake up. you fumbled with your arms, mumbling random sounds. he figured you were sleep talking. he moved to your crib to put you down to rest for a while. but of course, there was no way you would take a nap so peacefully.

you started to squirm in his arms as he tried to lay you down. small whines leaving your mouth, leaving zhongli to still hold you close in an attempt to calm you down. "what's wrong? it's okay, i'm here, i'm here." he rested you against his chest, patting your back to calm you down. "would you like a story?" he suggested, sitting down on a nearby chair. you still squirmed in his arms before blabbing random sounds. he frowned slightly, not very pleased in seeing you frustrated and grumpy.

he pondered for a moment before realizing what he had needed to do. he got up, walking over to his bedroom instead, "would you rather stay with me?" he wondered aloud. he put you down on the bed and to his relief, you had started to relax, your bright eyes staring at him with joy. he thought for a moment how simple the request but maybe it was because babies would rather be closer to their parents. he wasn't quite sure why you would want to do something so simple if this was a request from your "past self".

"i'll take that as a yes." he chuckled, he had left quickly to change into some more comfortable clothing before laying right next to you. "i hope you're not too awake though after all your crying, little dragon. you've been rather energetic since you've entered this world in your current form. you need rest though. the world will be here still for you to explore." zhongli kept you close to his chest, you snuggling right into his warmth.

[lunaastoir]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok! 

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it. 

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief. 

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you. 

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself. 

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?” 

“no.” 

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke. 

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them. 

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret. 

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were. 

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor. 

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp 

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself. 

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it. 

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc 

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts 

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair 

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up 

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance 

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing 

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you 

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious 

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead 

he loves that people are noticing your talent 

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile. 

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you. 

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face. 

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him. 

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them. 

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest. 

turning to the door, he knocked once. 

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm. 

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace. 

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes. 

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again. 

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine. 

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the��“unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!” 

he would deal with this person later. 

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows 

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king??? 

ok kinda creepy! alert 

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe 

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out 

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him 

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging 

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you 

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself. 

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body. 

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?” 

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore. 

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok. 

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands. 

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head” 

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold. 

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave. 

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages. 

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability. 

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future. 

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly. 

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly. 

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted. 

[elysianslove]

Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.

oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333

this was insanely long. like insanely. 

content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk 

being iwaoi’s surrogate 

BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE 

↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child? 

↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.

↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.

↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.

↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.

↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.

↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.

↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.

↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.

↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.

↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”

↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—

↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?

↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.

↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.

↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.

↬ atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”

↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.

↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.

↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”

↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”

↬ “i’m pregnant.”

↬ “you’re what?”

↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.

↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.

↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.

↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.

↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”

↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.

↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.

↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.

↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.

↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.

↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!

↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(

↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.

↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.

can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3 

[lunar-lair]

ok say hello to my insanely new oc who ive made entirely to be a villain who is still an excellent adult and a decent parent, probably. cares too much abt kids. think reigen mob psycho with a drop or two of milla. worked under Nick From The Mailroom and was actually in on his scheme.

has always been rather cold and brash towards adults, but is more caring towards kids. in my brain he has a brooklyn type accent? rough and tumble, walks around without a tie, yknow? they keep him cause he sorts mail real good, though.

(added a read more because this got INSANELY LONG AKSKSK i spent like an hr on this h)

he was a delugeionist, but only because he kinda just wanted to rip the world apart a little; lysandre vibes, thinks a lot of it is scum and needs to go. thinks the *psychonauts* are scum and need to go. hes psychic but suppressed it, think aquato parents but extra toxic about it, and straight up just saying being psychic is unnatural. wouldnt go to loboto parent lengths tho. so he adopted that thought of 'being psychic is unnatural and wrong', which contributed to a lot of self hate that was never learned out. likely, he realizes hes a shitty person and thinks he needs to go too. so like...yknow hank, dbh? kinda the vibe im gettin right now. way more formal, of course, and while usually gruff, is more polite when its needed; can and *will* beat the shit out of you verbally in a factual way, though, and can talk more street-lingo if hes talkin to real thugs. (probably winged it on his own after failing college or smth, hes got the vibes.)

anyways, its this plot where he slinks off and starts planting mistrust in the psychonauts or something. and inevitably he just...shows up and starts kidnapping people. dismantling things from the inside and all that. he left and formed a group who also hated psychics at some point, likely friends of his parents and friends of friends, all from his hometown. all of them fight *insanely* dirty, and a lot of them are insanely vulgar. the kids are supposed to be kept away.

but theres a line to follow here.

this man is a fold to raz. hates the psychonauts, hates being psychic, adopted his parent's hate of psychics, hates the *world.* raz is young and unburdened and unjaded...mostly. hes not the shock of water some young characters can be when it comes to being the foils of other characters; think steven with a villain or something, right? but raz is sassy and a little jaded, and not total sunshine positivity.

hes a child this man could look down on and not be immediately annoyed by, who is worried by yet respects raz's realization of the world as it is, however little that is.

and yet raz is still his foil. he still mostly loves the psychonauts, despite it all, he loves being psychic, for the most part, he dodged adopting his parents previous values, he still seems to have an even view of the world as a whole.

raz is jaded, if only a little, but he moved past it and accepted that things could still be bright. this man is jaded, but he stayed in his stormclouds, never looked for the sun.

ok where. was i. RIGHT ok so. at the beginning of this...story? the man finds raz being talked down to by one of the office workers; someone with weak psychic powers whos insanely jealous of his prowess. an adult who envies the young prodigy. and theyre giving him some insane task to do, like cleaning all of the closets within the hour, but hes saved the world twice, so he smiles and nods along, because he said he would help around the motherlobe, and this adult is asking him to do something that seems simple enough.

and this guy, internally, goes 'bitch.' for a good long second bc 1. dude even if you envy a kid, kinda fucked to show that?? not their fault 2. WHY are you asking a 10 year old to do that. why is there a 10 year old here. holy shit thats a 10 year old oh my god hes so tiny (no one told him there was a 10 year old because they knew hed stomp right up to management but. regardless. he is going to stomp up to management after this and no one can really stop him. except maybe raz well see)

so yknow. dude fixes his slight slouch and walks forward and politely tells this woman that 1. hes 10 why are you jealous of him and 2. hes 10????????? and shes like shit hes 10. and apologizes. and walks away

and raz is VERY ?? bc she was doing what? why is him being 10 important? and its that young part of you that gets pissed when people try to keep you from doing things because youre young and hes DEFINITELY yet to learn that piling responsibilites that should be handled by adults onto a child is fucked up in its own special way (looking at you ford, *nick*)

and the dude calmly explains because yea. he gets that. and he still sounds gruff and a little peeved but he squats down to razs height and he talks simply and factually, telling him straight on why it isnt right.

and. huh. people dont really do that for raz. except for sasha, sometimes, everyone likes to dodge the truth a lot with him, because hes 10, and sometimes, hes too nice to tug it out of them.

and this guy, this man that raz is already polishing a trophy for 'good adulting' in the back of his brain with his striking statements about how adults should handle things and kids should-kids should...get to have fun. not be traumatized.

for the shock on his face when raz said hed already saved the world a couple times, whats some closets. he reigned it in, said that its weird he saved the world, because thats usually their jobs.

and this guy offers his hand on instict before he stands up, even though he doesnt seem very sweet and kind like the adults that usually offer raz a hand. and he takes it, i think. he takes it.

warm. warm, a little nice.

reminds raz of his dad, maybe. he wonders if this man has any kids himself, but keeps his mouth shut, because he thinks he already has the answer, and its yes.

(he doesnt have any. he would wish he did, but he knows hed fail to raise them right.)

and when he stands, he asks raz what he was asking that woman for, and he says hes doing tasks around the motherlobe because his papers are still coming in. the man doesnt ask. (he knows what 'papers' means, realizes this is the tiny junior psychonaut every room in the damn place has been buzzing about, and he has fucking words for forsythe.) he just offers for the kid to sort mail under his supervision.

and that sounds boring. at least, it usually would.

this man is interesting, and a good...person? a good adult? hes...hes new. hes new, and calm, and a little like sasha but a lot not, and he thinks he trusts him.

so raz grins and says yea, mail sorting sounds nice.

(debatably, raz does not take his hand. hes too jaded when it comes to adults. debatably, he does not feel any warmth from this man who has taught him every adult has been telling him wrong. debatably, im projecting. but thats the whole point of ocs, hm?)

and then holes crop up in motherlobe systems. people are kidnapped.

raz keeps seeing the strange man, keeps telling him things, keeps hearing back, gruff and factual and a little annoyed, but raz can almost-just-barely tell its not at him, with the way he talks.

he can tell. he can tell.

he can never tell. this man is making sure he can tell.

raz trusts the man, is still polishing that trophy for 'best adulting' he has settling in the back of his mind.

and then the man comes with a militia.

he did not seem jaded. he did not seem hateful. he never showed any anger or hate towards raz.

but thats because he knows kids dont deserve it.

an excellent moral or two. a rotten, broken heart.

and at first, they keep the kids away, because these people fight dirty, because this isnt their battle, because the man has been sending emails about why 15 year olds are in a secret psychic agency.

(he does not mention raz. by razs second visit, he had just marked the boy down as another reason to hate the psychonauts as a whole, and especially its higher ups.

hes also regretting his alliance to nick by about the third. if he had known the man would puppet a child as if they were a toy, he would have organized his own rebellion ages ago.)

but eventually, the psychonauts need all hands on deck.

they send the children to find the missing agents.

the interns are fought on the way. some of them avoid the child, know the boss would pummel them.

they get to the base, and the strange man, the one with the broken trophy for 'best adult' (still barely-polished, because hes still so sure) still nestled in the back of razs brain, is still there.

the junior psychonauts are spotted. one of the guards throws a few rocks aimlessly.

they surprise them. one almost hits raz.

its intercepted instead.

and the other junior psychonauts watch as this man, their enemy, a villain, in their eyes, reprimands the other man for even accidentally daring, for even trying. for doing something they might have done just a month or so ago, if they had decided he was too much weirder than they already had.

and he yells something like, "Why the hell is he even here?! This is an enemy base, of whats a rebellion! This is a *10 year old*! What kind of adult sends a child *near* something like that?!" and he truly sounds angry this time, raz finds. hes too angry to keep it in. he still sounds gruff and oddly proper. raz is standing there, arms hanging. hes baffled in a specific way, the way he was every time the man's brow furrowed when he mentioned a harrowing story, the way he was the first day they met.

and he asks, a little quiet, a little small, a reminder of how young he really is, "Why are you still trying to keep me safe? We're supposed to be enemies now."

And his brow furrows further before flattening out, and he tilts onto one leg, and he swears he almost kneels to a knee.

He cant believe it. He really cant.

"You're 10." he says simply, softly, that factual way. "You shouldn't even be here."

and raz pauses. the interns freeze.

"...well, here I am."

and i think...it would be so intriguing if this was done halfway out of the mind, because this man is so against anything psychic. it would be so *compelling.*

so raz steps forward and asks again, asks why hes doing this.

and the mans eyes harden, he tries to turn off that soft heart, trying to remind himself of all that he hates. because he hates the psychonauts, because he sort of hates the world.

and raz asks why he could ever hate the psychonauts, head tilted, before listing off the few he knows to be true. but other than that, how? and ok, the world sucks a little, yea, hes seen that, gets that.

and he appreciates that this kid isnt totally gung ho about existence.

but he hates that he isnt, too.

and its this back and forth. everything the man hates, why he hates it. raz saying why its good but admitting why its bad.

and hes swayed, just a little.

but the man stands up from the kneel hed inevitably instinctively put himself into, and walks forward, hand held out yet again.

"You shouldn't be in the Psychonauts," he tells him, soft, factual, brow furrowed. "Come with me. I'll bring you back to your parents, or wherever it is you want to go."

raz contemplates. thinks, for a long moment.

he grabs the mans hand, warm and firm, yet again, for a terrifying moment.

before he reaches up to slap a mental door on his forehead, and astral projects into it.

he thinks this man is good. thinks hes just jaded.

thinks hes the best adult hes ever met, one who just happens to hate a lot of things.

hes only 10.

hes not letting someone who can tell him so clearly whats wrong and right for adults to tell him go that easily.

aaaand yknow. raz does his razzy thing. learns about why the guy hates the world and the psychonauts and himself. helps him learn that its not all bad, that he was excellent to raz, and still is, that things can be bad and good all at once.

the man concedes that raz is very capable, very smart, and can do a lot. but that doesnt mean he should have to.

raz tells him, though, that he likes working for the psychonauts. its his dream. and he realizes some things he was told to do were kinda screwed up, now. that maybe, in honesty, he was dealt a bad hand.

but hes done what he can with that hand, and he ended up with a royal flush.

and uh! yknow!! then raz leaves his mind and he calls off the rebellion! its like a rhombus of ruin type adventure, except without the villain being present beforehand. its just not clustered in insanely close with a ton of other wild shit.

anyways this got really long? sorry?? its an oc i just saw good adult and slight father vibe potential in the vibe i instantly got on him and then i went feral???? rip maybe someone will read this and if you did. congrats i honestly really liked how the whole foil and good-yet-bad and consideration of raz being 10 thing worked out. this oc is almost like our representative in the psychonauts world the way reigen is for the audience in mp100. yea :) i match them up a lot but thats just cause they vibe a lot. anyways its 1:40 am now and i spent abt an hour on this hope it vibed mildly byeeee

[myelocin]

tw: manipulation(?) dub/non con 

this is really a weird topic for me to touch but i think i’m at that very weird stage where i’m becoming aware,,,3 years later,,,ab how vile some people can be. i can’t stress it enough, if you are 18 and someone who is notably older than you expresses interest and gasses u up ab how “mature” u are,, please literally just turn around and walk the other direction. 

growing up, i’ve always considered myself to have always been situationally aware on stuff, and that often led me to just brush off incidents into a lighthearted thing. very big mistake. i jumped around from house to house since i was young and was on the side of life where i sort of got forced to grow up early,,so i always thought i was more adult than i actually was. (i’m literally still not,, i’m 21 now and i still am a child LMAO) but bro. the world shifts the second u turn 18. people are vile. men are vile. that 26 yo guy who was just your friend will gas you up and tell you that this and that is okay until they get what they want. you will feel like you’re alright, you can “handle” it, and you’re an adult anyway so why not, but please for the love of god walk away. 

the fact that u have to even convince urself that ur an adult and hype yourself up to believe what a 26 yo man is telling u is a clear sign that no u aren’t ready for involvement like that. 

regret is inevitable in the world and i always believe in letting people make their mistakes to learn lessons but when it comes to shit like this im begging u to just hear me out and walk away if god forbid u get into situations like that. when people say you’re just 18 it isn’t a means to demean ur maturity,,but this is just us looking out for u bc HDSJFHJDHFSJKHKDFJHJ this kind of regret will eat u alive for years.

u cry infront of that man and he will listen until he gets what he wants. i cried in front of this guy and told him ab how my own uncle touched me when i was 9 and he cried with me,,,then basically fabricated this so called “safe space” that was only there to take advantage of me later on. people are vile. u are so,,,,,,worthy of being encased in love and protected as much as possible so pls literally just cut that cord and walk away. no u dont need to feel bad if u need to block him bc just do it <3 there is no reason a man at that age should be looking at a teenager and gassing her up for being sO maturE and think that’s validation for them to have a pass and touch u. 

i just think i need to be blunt ab this bc this is another one of those nights where i’m remembering my shit decisions and wonky mindset frm when i was younger and i’m just now staring at a wall while i’m trying to get stuff done and blanking out for a solid 25 minutes before breaking down and feeling gross ab it. i WISH someone told me i was being a dumb bitch at that age. i WISH someone yanked my phone out of my hand. i WISH i had someone tell me this. i didn’t have that, so now i periodically rmb it and want to throw up, but i can leave this here and hope it reaches who it needs to reach. 

as always if u need to talk for ANYTHING, my dms are always always open. this just a little blog and a miniscule corner but i want to reach out as much as i can and talk to whoever needs it. i love you ok. please stay safe.

[milkybunnies]

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

{desc}~ AYOOOO here i am with another headcanons post because im literally addicted. i really like my hero and im a HUGE simp for tamaki amajiki and kirishima, so i hope you like these random headcanons from the show in honor of the 5th season coming out <3 i will be posting something else my hero related in celebration JAJAJA

tamaki amajiki makes pinky promises and KEEPS THEM. this man takes them very seriously

tamaki also really likes holding pinkies as like, holding hands

kirishima loves when you touch his arms, he works out a lot and he gets a big ego boost when you compliment his biceps

denki is actually afraid that one day his fizzing out is really gonna mess him up, permanently. he says nothing about it

denki and sero play with legos when they’re high

if you bump into mirio in the hallway he’ll hold your waist and smile at you and ask if you’re okay “i’m sorry, i didn’t see ya there! are you okay???”

when hawks pouts he will clap his wings around you and pretend he didn’t do it

Denki loves rabbits and has always wanted a bunny because they remind him of the energizer bunny

deku, as a pro hero, keeps all of his fan mail. and he has kota’s framed on a wall somewhere since that was his first "fan mail”

Seros hype song is moves like jagger by maroon 5

denki and deku def had a panic! at the disco phase

dating shoji would be very quiet and soft, his favorite type of date is going somewhere where you can watch something natural and hold hands- the stars, the beach, fireworks, etc

when shoji kisses you he holds your waist with his two bottom hands, holds your hands with his two middle hands and cups your face with the top hands

bakugou would be a dog person, he would make it play dead and would get SO much serotonin out of it

during christmas everyone uses sero as a personal tape dispenser, so naturally, he knows what everyone is getting each other (he definitely uses this fo his advantage)

when bakugo has panic attacks, he inevitably sweats more and is unable to control his quirk, so he’ll try to stop his hands from setting of explosions by setting them on his thighs, or hugging himself so they aren’t so loud, he has many scars and burns because of it

momo opens gifts by slowly taking apart the wrapping paper as opposed to ripping the paper instead

if you got into an argument with denki and asked him for a glass of water, he would come back with a glass of ice and tell you to “wait”

At a party, shinsou, todoroki, tokoyami and shoji are the type to go look for the pets and places where they can be alone rather than join in with everybody

iida uses punctuation when texting people “Please remember to get to class early today, Midoriya.”

todoroki is into someone who will bring the child out in him bc he’s never really experienced a childhood— basically someone really funny and is willing to break his shell

when you’re upset, uraraka likes to have you sit in front of her, and then she holds both of your hands while you two talk (or if you don’t feel like it, she’ll happily do the talking) and she’ll make you and her float mid conversation which always makes u smile (and freak out a little but ochaco thinks it’s adorable)

i have MANY more but this will do for now JAJAJA let me know if y’all want specific ones! thank you to my two best friends, @ihateshinso and another who isnt on tumblr for making these with me!

[funny-house]

huhu u got me to watch opal the other day since u keep talking abt it and im glad bc i Really Enjoyed It but !! anyways , i saw u mention mirror man doing makeup for someone and i keep thinking about it so Thoughts Incoming sorry in advance lmao. i think he would like to do claires makeup (and teach her abt it in general) when she gets a bit older,, both bc it seems like a legitimate hobby he would enjoy (i imagine if he werent Like That he probably could have been a makeup artist or something similar!) and bc he would like to ‘prettify’ her a bit.

and ah well,,, a lot of parents Like Him sometimes try 2 make their child a carbon copy of themselves or of an image they enjoy so if he grew to like claire more or already does like her enough for that (or just, wants things to revolve around him More) hed try to nudge things in that direction. and in his own way i think He might think hes doing something good, he knows when he was her age he would have killed to have a parent so eager to help him learn makeup and stuff but. claire isnt him. she probably isnt even interested in it at all but shes kinda desperate for Nice Moments and also doesnt wanna risk making him angry so she goes along with it. she always has her head in the clouds so all the things hes saying is too much at once but shes trying to comprehend it,,,,,

nd he keeps giggling at her for how awkwardly she moves her arm when putting on foundation and blush nd gets kind of annoyed with her for repeatedly flinching when he tries to help her with mascara nd teases her a bit for trying to taste the lip gloss (and keeps pointing out a flaw or two on her face “well, youve always had a sort of weird shaped face but youve always had the cutest little smile, its like Mine :)”) but they do it !! together !!! and nothing (that) bad happened !!!!!! so claire is happy,,,,,,,,,,, until that inevitably opens the gates of him trying to pick out what she wears for her and “””suggesting””” hairstyles for her and getting manipulative and even flatout Angry when she doesnt do what he wants her to (bc even when things Seem like theyre about claire they Are Not, its what He wants for her , in the end its still all about him) but, ive rambled enough to you already <:o) sorry for talking so much i just wanted to chat a bit abt opal with you !!!! hope ur doing well hehe . and im sorry this is rambly nd probably incomprehensible i just did a lot of work hkehri

ohhhhhhhh !!! FIRST  I am super glad that all my constant rambling about this man has allowed you to go watch Jack Stauber’s awesome little short, it’s really good and deserves all the support !!!

also i totally appreciate you wanting to share your thoughts with me ;u;

AND I TOTALLY AGREE  the whole idea of him projecting himself onto her, trying to take over her, I think that is so fitting for the short itself tbh, because it’s a reflection ( mirrors, hehe ) of what the mother wants from Claire as well. The thing that terrified Claire near the end is the mother reaching to hold onto her, specifically after the mom said that she was going to become just like her. The idea of her becoming her parents? it terrifies her, clearly!!

And Mirror Man, he is what they call a “archetypal narcissistic abuser”, in my eyes at least,  and it would be really really common to see someone like that not only be so controlling and self absorbed that they treat their child like a decoration to themselves, but also use that child, especially as they get old enough to have opinions on the situation, to turn them against their partner-- such as.... the mom

so picture this

Claire is like 10-12, and she’s bright and she’s got a good heart but she’s WELL and truly Affected by the years of being brought up in that ridiculously toxic hell hole-- I mean house no idea if the grandpa would live that long uhhh in his state, but even if he does, he’s still very sick, disabled, and senile and he isn’t going to be much help. and Claire, she’s starting to have Opinions,, on how things are running around here,,      but in swoops Mirror Dad

He’s like........ it’s your mother’s fault. Oh, absolutely, have you seen her? I mean look at her, she’s disgusting. she’s a drug addict, she’s a drunk, she’s ugly, she’s the reason you feel like this-- and maybe some of that is understandable, i mean she’s a real mess of a mom, no mistake, but hey

Nobody’s going to tell Claire who made her that way! Nobody’s going to tell her Mirror Dad was the one who trapped her in an unloving, possibly violent relationship, with a kid, and ripped apart every inch of her self worth !!!

Nope. she just sees the aftermath. So mirror dad...... turns claire on her. And she starts to side with him on things and she starts to even kinda talk like him maybe even....... learns how to do that dark and scary insecurity voice of his and one day She walks by the.... Reflection Chamber and Mirror Man is there in that way He Always Is in that seat he always sits in, and he says something very very odd to her!   he raises a finger and curls it in and says    come sit on my lap you haven’t gotten too big to sit on my lap have you?? come here!! and i mean Claire is still very very uncomfortable even being near him, and this feels like a trap, but i mean she can’t just say no, and there’s a part of her that’s kinda hoping... maybe he really is trying to be nice. and so she does and she sits with her but you’ll notice he is never looking directly at her. Even as she’s approaching literally right in his line of sight, he stares straight into her reflection, never her face.  It’s like she’s not even real unless she’s in those mirrors.

And he tells her he wants to do her makeup! yay! how fun! and he tells her to close her eyes and pout her lips and try not to flinch when the sculpting starts or he’ll use his deep voice-- and how he’s going to finally FIX her. Goody!! then maybe the constant barrage of insults and negs and criticisms will stop!! (p.s. they wouldn’t have )

And so she opens her eyes..... and the face of her abuser is looking right back. It’s her face. Or it used to be-- now it’s literally his and it’s hideous-- it does not AT ALL belong on that body, and the only thing left of her is her big shiny eyes

and she  S C R E A M S that way Claire does,,,

but this time, loud enough to crack the mirrors, and stun the dad just long enough for him not to catch her in his hands when she leaps off his lap and books it for the attic the attic, the view of the billboard with the same worn out, not updated ad for Opal’s in the window. She locks the door, it doesn’t take long for mirror man to come banging on it, telling her she’s ungrateful, she doesn’t deserve what little she has, taking back every nice thing he ever said, etc,,,

and Opal just starts clawing off the makeup/clay/whatever from her face in the mirror’s glass reflection, putting her hair back into the pigtails her father said made her look stupid

but she isn’t Opal, she’s changed, she’s aged, but Opal-- she’s always the same!! happy!! cared for!! and what is she supposed to be under the makeup? huh? Who is she besides the abuse she’s put through, that billboard and what it sells to her?  she doesn’t know! nobody does nobody ever bothered to get to know what it even means to be Claire.

[owlf45]

Hello! I hear you're a twin, what's it lile being a twin? My first kids are twins and they're about to turn 1 soon, any advice for them? (Or us as the parents?) Also, I love all of your AU's, can't wait to read more!

oh my gosh this is literally. so sweet. im so glad to have received this ask. also early happy birthday for them!!! as for my thoughts about what its like being a twin: i mean, i dont have a lot? its hard to explain. i never remember that i have one. its the equivalent of having a sibling who’s the same age as you, i guess? except youre always around one another and you can never seem to get away from the other. its constant contact all the time. youre always hearing about whats up with them and whatever. and i mean its cool to think about, and its nice if youre taking the same class bc you know whats for homework and you can ask each other about stuff, but it can get pretty frustrating from time to time. there are times it feels like having someone you know you can be with that you can rely on since theyre often there. other times? not so much. as for advice, i hope youre ready for an absolute doozy bc i have a lot of thoughts on the subject (obviously all my opinions and experiences). ill be referring to my sibling as “squirrel” (and myself owl) since they heavily associate with that name. i am going to try not to mention a lot of their capabilities and instead talk about myself for their privacy, but know that theyre incredibly talented and amazing, i just wont talk about those unless i get their explicit permission. also i might add some more later! i’ll ask my mom about it. 

also i deeply apologize for being repetitive here, i’m simply rambling without thought and i didnt organize this too well haha. and if you dont make it to the end i just want to say that people arent mean, they just have a child-like ignorance that can sometimes come across as insensitive. 

so i’ll start with the parents

1. when first enrolling them into school (unless youre planning to homeschool them) i would talk with them about moving them into different classes when they’re entering grade school. (my parents did this with me in first or second grade.) it sounds weird and even mean, but this is absolutely important to do for several reasons. one, this gives both of them an opportunity to form their own connections with different people, and allow them to have stable relationships outside of one another. i find it a little frustrating to see media often stick twins together (especially fraternal twins) and make them so closely aligned that they’re inseparable. (see harry potter and ouran high school host club for popular examples.) this is absolutely how twins grow dependent on one another, and it simply isnt great, especially bc as children most likely than not they do not get along. things can get toxic pretty quick. separation also allows them to develop different interests, talk with different people, and avoid the inevitable bossing one another around. (kids like to embellish, and they cant do that when their twin is hovering over their shoulder, or telling them what to do 24/7, or grating on their nerves. i am at fault for this for doing this to squirrel a lot at a young age, and it strained our relationship.) granted, its good to have overlapping friendships, and keeping one another entirely separate isnt great either, but twins spend a GROSS amount of time together as it is. let them flourish in their own environments where they aren’t scared of being themselves or constantly with their twin, who they absolutely will have arguments with. let them find hobbies, books, TV shows, etc. exclusive to them. let them be themselves before being a twin. 2. please dont compare them. this should go for all siblings but you would not believe the amount of comparison i (and squirrel) constantly faces on a day-to-day basis. its frustrating and its stupid, and its enhanced by the fact that we  are in very similar environments with very similar groups of people and are of the same age. twins will inevitably come to the fact that friends, outside family members, teachers, principals, guidance counselors, etc. will compare their looks, personality, attitudes, mentalities, and effort in the class or on the field. there will always be comments like  (if they arent fraternal) “omg you guys dont look alike. i never wouldve suspected!” or “jeez youre so much smarter than your twin” or, my most hated, “you guys don’t act alike at all!” it is constant, and at times it’s inescapable. id suggest keeping home an environment where comparison is kept little to none. it has caused severe insecurities in both squirrel and i. they’re excellent at so many things im not, and the same goes in reverse. the comparison has made us feel incredibly inferior (although they would never admit it) bc we arent recognized for the stuff we’re good at, but rather what the other is. if one of your kids learns at a different rate, isnt as “good” at something as the other, joins a hobby later than the other, doesn’t perform as well at some kind of craft, try not to compare the other. encourage both and remind them that theyre improving, rather than reminding them about their pesky sibling’s accomplishments. friendly competition is good from time to time, but it sucks when you want to invest in something when your sibling is already really good at it. (for example, squirrel is starting to do art and writing, both of which ive been doing for a long time, and they constantly compare themself to me. this is not a mentality you want to bestow upon your kids.) 3. “oh yes, this is my kid, they’re gay!” “oh yes, this is my child, they have adhd!” “oh yes, this is my child, theyre someone with disability!” “oh yes, this is my child, theyre trans!” “oh yes, this is my child, theyre adopted!” this shouldnt sound right because it isnt. or: please, my dear loving parent, dont introduce your kids to every new person with, “oh yes, this is my kid, they’re a twin! here is their twin!” because it’s not a personality trait and if used constantly it brings with it a handful of insecurities that you are nothing more than a trophy of good luck and genes and that you are nothing without your twin and its not fun. instead, if youre going to introduce them, talk about what they like, what hobbies theyre invested in, or even just say, “here’s my kid, here’s their brother/sister/etc”. they deal with that knowledge all the time. your kids will absolutely talk about being a twin if they want someone to know, but you dont have to do it for them. its a little hard to escape if theyre fraternal, but if not it should ultimately be the kids’ choice if they want to broadcast that information to the world. it can also come across as demeaning depending on the context.  4. being a twin isnt earth shattering. its like the sky is blue. i lived with squirrel my entire life, its not like i one day realized how amazing it is. try and minimize other people’s rude nosiness and never-ending questions, bc the experience was always there and theres a chance they probably dont know what its like to not be a twin. its the equivalent of speaking spanish your whole life and someone randomly coming up to you and going woah you speak spanish??? thats amazing, whats it like? also people seem to think that because youve met a twin youre allowed to ask very personal questions, like: i might be a genetic anomaly but im human not a storybook. so if ever in the situation and your kids seem uncomfortable, i’d try and change the subject.  5. dont fetishize it and stay away from people who do. my previous school had a website, and the first slideshow you saw on their front page was a collage of all the fraternal twins they hosted—all professional photography too btw—who were usually around the age of 6. meaning they most likely didnt consent to it. its gross, and the fact that it was only fraternal twins disgusts me. there are also so many comments about “oh my god too bad you dont look more alike” and that is. gross. so gross.

6. Twins are not a unit. They are two people from the same birth, and that is it.

Also, I don’t know why so many people are surprised when twins act differently, or when they don’t spend that much time together, but try and encourage them to ignore the amount of comments of “wow you don’t act alike!” if there was an age gap no one would be too surprised, yet when youre twins, people expect you to be incredibly similar. and in ways we are, but it feels like youre under pressure to suppress that similarity just so you’re recognized that you’re your own person.

a little note: this habit of suppressing similarity, i think, is what causes the whole “twins are complete opposites” theme. the dichotomous expectations for twins to either be practically the same person or complete opposites will come up, and just remember to try not to project that image onto your kids. appreciate both no matter how differently/similarly they end up developing. 

7. under that note, encourage your kids to find different environments and places to be. again, they’ll spend a gross amount of time with one another, so its important to give them a time and place where they can get away from one another. also remember to share praise with them equally, because a school system wont. 

for example, i tend to be very academically-favored in my education system. squirrel is more focused in other areas, and because of that i was awarded for that more than them by our school. that doesnt make them lesser, theyre far better than me at so many things (that again i cant share) but it really sucks because along with all the other teenage angst you have and all the rampant emotional hormones, it can make insecurities well up real fast. (this too can make twins feel down, especially during college admission season, which is an experience a friend of mine has had.) also, squirrel’s friends tend to tell squirrel that they’re the “mistake twin” (since obviously one of us weren’t planned). its a joke, and they always laugh, but sometimes it sticks. i have to make just as many “im the mistake twin” jokes to “even it out”, which i shouldnt have to do. little reminders that both twins are appreciated go a long way. 8. even though you should encourage your kids’ differences, its important to let their relationship develop and to do things together. squirrel and i bonded as kids a lot over shows, series, etc. danny phantom, minecraft series, anime, other cartoons, games, youtube channels—they’re a great way to sit down and share interests. let them do activities together, go out with one another, go on bike rides, read books together (wings of fire is a great series btw, we bonded over that too.) just things that can allow them to connect. 

i know a lot of what i said was to encourage the diminishing of the “twin unit” label, but it’s okay to let yourself (and especially your kids) to enjoy what it has to offer. have discussions with friends, talk about why it’s cool, make all sorts of jokes! (squirrel and i are ying and yang, for example.) i just want to emphasize the importance of recognizing individuality. 

9. encourage open discussion as much as possible. unfortunately this was not the case for me as a kid, and even today squirrel and I suffer from a dysfunctional relationship because we cant talk about shit feowmiow. its frustrating, especially because whenever they expressed them (i could be bossy and dismissive, squirrel just wanted me to hang out with them and do literally anything with them even though i never did; i always wanted to help them whenever they didn’t understand something, but they always thought i was being condescending) it ended up in a screaming match. please encourage them to talk about their stuff because my whole family cant and its especially rough between squirrel and i because of this fiewofmwo. (this note also goes for parents! make sure they know that they can talk to you if something is upsetting you, about anything really, but know that even talking about “twin problems” is important.) 10. this is going to sound stupid but your kids are going to go to a lot of different hobbies and i suggest having a “family schedule” bc having twins means there’s a lot going on, usually at once. remember to try and share responsibility of who drives whom where and at what time, or who has what appointment and at what time. its a hassle, and it was incredibly stressful for my mom, who did 99% of it. it was a lot on her. 

11. and since it’s on my mind! please make it very clear that its not okay to steal your sibling’s homework if you’re in the same class the day before it’s due to copy down all the answers without their knowledge after they’ve spent a week on it tirelessly gathering all the information themselves. (yes squirrel has done this several times, yes i got really peeved at them, no my parents didnt do anything about it and the behavior continued and it pissed me off fbeuoweifow) 

12. since this is for you, you wonderful parent, i wish you luck and love! its a great experience raising twins. remember that there will be lots of fights but i appreciate you and youre doing amazing.

13. i know from what ive said it seems like people are just. mean but it mostly comes from a place of child-like ignorance! people are so kind and excited about it that sometimes they forget that we’re merely people. since twins are rare it feels like no one talks about it, and i just want to prevent all the things ive experienced from going over your head like it did my own parents. having twins is absolutely awesome and it should be something to be excited about! it just happens that the expectations we’ve created of twins can come across as insensitive from people. dont feel too overwhelmed, most of the twin-related stuff almost immediately becomes old news once you’ve settled in one environment. people stop talking about it as soon as they know about it. once the questions and introductions stop, discussions of being a twin becomes the tiniest portion of a twin’s life feowfmeio  for the kids! its much the same and obviously it doesnt apply much since theyre so young, but i wanted to say it anyway for when they’re older. sorry if it gets a little repetitive: 1. dont feel pressured to be change your interests and talents if they are incredibly similar/drastically different from your twin. just be you!  2. also dont be discouraged from doing something you love or something you want to do because your twin might be involved. fail, mess up at something they’re good at, etc., it’s okay! remember to look at your growth rather than theirs. 3. whenever it gets hard talk it out! share your feelings! 4. even if youre not as popular, or as academically inclined, or as athletic, or as creative as the other, that doesnt make you any lesser than the other 5. when faced with comments that make you uncomfortable, stand strong, and also talk with your friends if they do so! tell them why, they will understand

6. enjoy all the perks of being a twin!! dont feel ashamed of it, have fun, talk about why you like having a twin! remember that it doesnt diminish your individuality. 

here’s a little portion of the advice i got from a good friend of mine, who is also a twin with a bit of different experience: 

i hope this helps! i apologize for overloading haha 

[pidgebeifong]

atla characters as bnha characters (part 2)

Post-redemption arc Zuko (aka thank-god-ur-not-bald-anymore) as Todoroki Shouto

if you didn’t see this one coming idk what to tell you

Daddy Issues™

emotionally scarring burn on left eye inflicted by a parent

Co-Presidents of the Shitty Dads Club

gorgeous, sweet, out of ur league

have to be at least friendship level 3 to unlock Mysterious Tragic Backstory

fire powers that they wouldn’t use/lost the ability to use for a while

hot (both literally and figuratively)

the favourites of their fandoms

Socially Awkward™

both have a sweet & kind friend who’s partly the reason they’re not angsty and emo anymore, everyone say thank you midoriya for giving us the todoroki we have today (give me platonic!zukaang/tododeku or give me death)

started out friendless and now they have like six bffs

‘farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance, and father is for emotional distance’

Pre-redemption arc Zuko (aka what-the-fuck-is-that-ponytail) as Bakugou Katsuki

weird hair

Angery Bois™

im sorry they both look like really angry pomeranians i can’t take them seriously

‘you wanna go?! you wanna fuckin go?!’ tell me that isn’t the entirety of bakugou’s dialogue summed up in two sentences

‘let me see what you have’ ‘A KNIFE’ ‘NO’

torments the hell out of peace-loving main protagonist & hunts them down

both have had their lives saved (kinda? at least deku tried) by the main protagonist when they were still assholes

have father figures (kinda? does all might count?) who just want them to stop being fucking assholes and make the right decisions for once but do these dumbasses listen? no

have kidnapped someone/been the one who got kidnapped

100% would recommend anger management therapy. pls for the love of god sort out ur deep-rooted issues

repressed gays

zuko gets a pass bc of his emo tragic backstory but honestly baku was such a jerk to deku in szn 1 for literally no reason. fuck you bakugou

Azula as Dabi (aka Todoroki Touya, we all know it’s true at this point)

yes i have a special place in my heart for villains with blue fire and tragic backstories, what about it

figuratively and literally hotter than their siblings (don’t @ me y’all know it’s true)

the ‘evil’ sibling one of whom was actually just misguided and whose redemption arc i’m still waiting for, but i’m not going to elaborate on that bc the way the atla writers handled azula just makes me mad & I’ll end up talking forever about it

fathers majorly fucked them up (ozai was abusive to azula, fight me)

kinda psycho

god if dabi really does turn out to be a todoroki and still doesn’t get a redemption arc i am suing. my heart cannot take this pain again

their most popular ships are both gay with a person who’s the complete opposite of them and have/will inevitably betray them in the end (tyzula, hot wings. manga readers know what i’m talking about but i don’t think dabi/hawks is too popular a ship with anime-only fans yet)

Ty Lee as Ashido Mina

pink!!! pinkity pink pink

bubbly and fun, peppy attitudes

‘be gay do crimes’

actually incredibly dangerous and formidable even though they don’t really look like it (can you imagine fighting someone who can literally paralyze your entire body with a few punches? or shoot honest-to-god acid at you? we stan two (2) queens)

really flexible and good at sports (ty lee’s acrobatics, mina’s hip hop dancing)

both part of iconic squads (ozai’s angels, the bakusquad)

both their squads have a kinda mean leader (azula, bakugou)

don’t really take criticisms too harshly and always brush off mean comments by azula or bakugou with a smile

yeah i don’t really have a lot to say about them bc they don’t have a lot of screen time (we were robbed) but they’re cool

Mai as Aizawa-Sensei

110% done with ur shit

Did Not Sign Up For This

the OG emos

*drives up to mcdonalds with ten kids in the backseat clamouring for fries, orders one (1) black coffee and leaves*

every day their will to live dies a little more

neither of them have bending/powers that are useful in combat so they’ve both learnt to be really good at fighting the traditional way, without bending or quirks

just let them sleep ffs

kinda hot when they’re fighting

dragged into dangerous situations by the main characters when they just want to mind their own business and take a nap

‘wake me up (wake me up inside)’

Uncle Iroh as All Might

father figures

cheerful, jovial, always there to save the day

very powerful & strong

kinda old

both have antagonistic relationships with the ‘abusive fathers in power’ in each of their respective series

you probably can’t tell but i really don’t like iroh (even tho i adore all might) so it’s kind of hard to find good stuff to say about him, but i’m trying

give good advice that’s useless anyway bc the protagonists literally never follow it

both adopt a young boy who isn’t actually their kid but whom they have a closer relationship with than the boy’s actual dad has with the boy

train that young boy to become their successor

Fire Lord Ozai as Endeavour (aka human pieces of shit)

FUUUUUUCCCCKKK YOOOUUUU

burn in hell

apologise to your fucking kids

why was end*avour given a redemption arc in the manga that’s just as bad as h*ggar getting that stupid fucking redemption arc in voltron, makes absolutely zero (0) sense

good at one (1) thing and it’s giving their kids emotional trauma that they’ll have to carry around for the rest of their lives

have stupid beards and moustaches that makes them look like paedophiles

being indirectly/directly responsible for burns on their sons’ left eyes

hold on a sec i’ll be right back just give me a moment, i gotta go punt these dickheads into the mfing sun

if they were dying of hunger and i had a feast in front of me, i’d tell my servants to burn the leftovers

Princess Ursa as Todoroki Rei

both forced into marriages because of their bloodline/powers that would make their future kids strong

had abusive husbands who were very powerful and feared

scarred their kids (literally)

disappeared from the household while their kids were still young due to an incident where they killed/harmed a family member (ursa poisoned fire lord azulon, rei scalded shouto’s eye)

had a child/children who was/were disregarded in favour of the child who was favoured bc of their abnormally strong powers

unintentionally abusive (ursa fucked azula up bad, don’t @ me)

idk what else to say we got like two and a half seconds of screentime in total for each of them

Bonus:

Emo Zuko (like even more than normal) as Tokoyami Fumikage

professional Edgelords™ such darkness

so drama

very emo

Sparky Sparky Boom Man as Bakugou Katsuki (aka sparky sparky boom boi)

boom boom time to die

[fairycosmos]

fairy pls help me :( I'm 16 and my 16 year old friend has a bf and she recently told me that he's... 27......... they're planning on moving in together next year and they wanna get married... I've never met the guy he lives sorta far away and she tells me that it's a totally healthy relationship but like,,, that's a huge power dynamic u know?? how could that possibly be healthy.... he should see her as a kid!!! but she won't listen to anyone she's too stubborn!!

omg that's so awful 😞 it must be super stressful for you to have to witness it happen, seriously. idk what the hell this grown man thinks he's doing but my blood is absolutely boiling. i understand how scary it is to see your friend become involved in a toxic relationship and to see them lose their common sense. but it's good that you can recognise the situation for what it is. it's not healthy, it's not even a relationship in the romantic sense - it's a child/ adult dynamic. he knows this, he's attracted to this bc he's a predator. doesn't matter how he makes her feel. there's a lot of manipulation at play and it's probably hard to get through to her right now but. keep trying to encourage her to see the reality of things, keep talking to her about what a healthy relationship looks like, and help her understand you're concerned because you care. even if she gets defensive, eventually the facade will start to crack and she'll see what he's doing. i'd really encourage you to talk to her parents or the adults in her life about it, too....i know that probably feels like you're breaking some sort of friendship code but she can be as mad at you as and wants, because at least she'll be safe. theres also the option of calling social services, letting someone at school know, or calling an abuse hotline for advice on what you as a friend can realistically do. your friend's wellbeing comes first, and the adults in her life need to step in before she's completely taken advantage of. she just needs support and for someone to explain to her why this isn't right, and more importantly to put an end to their contact so she can move on after the inevitable heartbreak. also i think if it gets to a point where she's actually about to meet up with him, then alerting your own parents so they can get in touch with the police is necessary, or even reporting it yourself. you don't have to stay silent if your friend is in danger, no matter what. this man has no business with a minor and ultimately, she's being abused. neither you, nor her, have to struggle with that alone. im so so sorry we're talking under these circumstances and i really hope your friend begins to listen to those who love her soon. all you can do is try, and you're doing great. she's lucky to have you in her life. as long as she's not isolated from her friends and family then there's a way to help her through this, even if it's just by being there and doing what you feel is right. once she can see that she has a life and ppl who care outside of him, she'll be less likely to depend on him for validation and love. it might take a while for her to get there, but it's possible. anyway im proud of you for stepping up during such a difficult time, i sincerely hope it doesn't escalate further and that he gets what he deserves. ❤️

[lesbeet]

not to be a nerd but i accidentally just wrote a whole impromptu essay about editing ndjsdksksk im throwing it under a cut bc it's fucking inane and really long but honestly... i just want other people to become as passionate about editing as i am lmaooooo

i also recommend 2 books in the post so if anything at least check those out!

quality books about editing... *chef's kiss* a lot of the basic ones (including blog posts online n such) are geared towards beginners and end up repeating the same info/advice, much of it either oversimplified or misrepresented tbh. but i read one yesterday and i'm reading another one right now that really convey this passion for editing + consideration for it as its own sort of art and i just!!

it's such a weird thing to be passionate about lmao but i AM and i've spent a lot of time the past year or so consciously honing my craft (ik i mention this like 4 times a week i'm just really proud of how much i've learned and improved) and kind of like. solidifying my instincts into conscious choices i guess?

and these GOOD editing books have both a) taught me new information and/or presented familiar information through a new perspective that helped me understand something differently or in more depth, and b) validated or even just put into words certain preferences or techniques that i've developed on my own, that i don't normally see on those more basic lists i mentioned

btw the book i finished yesterday is self-editing for fiction writers: how to edit yourself into print by renni brown and dave king, and the one i'm reading currently is the artful edit: on the practice of editing yourself by susan bell.

the former was pretty sharp and straightforward. the authors demonstrated some of their points directly in the text, which was usually funny enough that i would show certain quotes to my sister without context

("Just think about how much power a single obscenity can have if it’s the only one in the whole fucking book." <- (it was)

"Frequent italics have come to signal weak writing. So you should never resort to them unless they are the only practical choice, as with the kind of self-conscious internal dialogue shown above or an occasional emphasis."

or, my favorite: "There are a few stylistic devices that are so “tacky” they should be used very sparingly, if at all. First on the list is emphasis quotes, as in the quotes around the word “tacky” in the preceding sentence. The only time you need to use them is to show you are referring to the word itself, as in the quotes around the word “tacky” in the preceding sentence. Read it again; it all makes sense.")

and like i said, i also learned some new ideas or techniques (or they articulated vague ideas i already had but struggled to put into practice), AND they mentioned some suggestions that ive literally never seen anyone else bring up (not to say no one has! just that ive never seen it, and ive seen a lot in terms of writing tips, advice, best practices, etc) that ive already sort of established in my own writing

for example they went into pretty fine detail about dialogue mechanics, more than i usually see, and in talking about the pacing and proportion of "beats" and dialogue in a given scene, they explicitly suggested that, if a character speaks more than a sentence or two and you plan on giving them some sort of dialogue tag or an action to perform as a beat, the tag or action should be placed at one of the earliest (if not the first) natural pauses in the dialogue, so as not to distance the character too far from the dialogue -- bc otherwise the reader ends up getting all of the dialogue information first, and then has to go back and retroactively insert the character, or what they're doing, or the way they look/sound while they're giving their little speech

and like this was something ive figured out on my own, mostly bc it jarred me out of something i was reading enough times (probably in fic tbh) that i started noticing it, and realized that it's something i do naturally, kind of to anchor the character to the dialogue mechanic to make sure it makes sense with the actual dialogue

so like. ok here's an example i just randomly pulled from the song of achilles (it was available on scribd so i just looked for a spot that worked to illustrate my point djsmsks)

the actual quote is written effectively, but here's a less effective version first:

“Perhaps I would, but I see no reason to kill him. He’s done nothing to me," Achilles answered coolly.

see and even with such a short snippet it's so much smoother and more vivid just by moving the dialogue tag, not adding or cutting a word:

“Perhaps I would, but I see no reason to kill him.” Achilles answered coolly. “He’s done nothing to me.”

the rhythm of it is better, and the beat that the dialogue tag creates functions as a natural dramatic pause before achilles delivers an incredibly poignant line, both within the immediate context of the scene and because we as the readers can recognize it as foreshadowing. plus, it flows smoothly because that beat was inserted where the dialogue already contained a natural pause, just bc that's how people speak. if you read both versions aloud, they both make sense, but the second version (the original used in the novel) accounts for the rhythm of dialogue, the way people tend to process information as they read, AND the greater context of the story, and as a result packs significantly more purpose, information, and effect into the same exact set of words

and THAT, folks, is the kind of editing minutia i can literally sit and hyperfocus on for hours without noticing. anyway it's a good book lmao

the one i'm reading now is a lot more about the cognitive process/es of editing, so there's less concrete and specific advice (so far, anyway) and more discussion about different mental approaches to editing, as well as tips and tools for making a firm distinction between your writer brain and your editor brain, which is something i struggle with

but there have been so many good quotes that ive highlighted! a lot of just like. reminders and things to think about, and also just lovely articulations of things id thought of or come to understand in much more vague ways.

scribd won't let me copy/paste this one bc it's a document copy and not an actual ebook, but this passage is talking about how the simple act of showing a piece of writing to someone else for the very first time can spark a sudden shift in perspective on the work, bc you'll (or at least i) frantically try to re-read it through their eyes and end up noticing a bunch of new errors -

or she talked about the perils of constant re-reading in the middle of writing a draft, which is something i struggle with a LOT, both bc i'm a perfectionist and bc i prefer editing to writing so i sit and edit when i'm procrastinating doing the actual hard work of writing lmao

it's just this side of fake deep tbh but i so rarely see editing discussed like this--as a mixture of art and science, a collaboration between instinct and technique, that really requires "both sides of the brain" to be done well.

and because of the way my own brain works, activities that require such a balanced concentration of creativity and logic really appeal to me. even though ive seen a lot of people (even professional writers) who frame it as the creative art of writing vs the logical discipline of editing. but i think that's such a misleading way of thinking about it, because writing and editing both require creativity and logic -- just different kinds! (not to mention that the line between writing and editing, while mostly clear, can get a little blurry from up close)

but like...all stories have an inner logic to them, even if the writer hasn't explicitly or consciously planned it, and even if the logic is faulty in places in the first couple of drafts. when you're sitting and daydreaming about your story, especially if you're trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between two points or scenes (or, how to write a sequence of events that presents as a logical, inevitable progression of cause and effect), the voice in your head that evaluates an idea and decides to 1) go with it, 2) scrap it, 3) tweak it until it works, or 4) hold onto it in case you want it later? that's your logic! if an idea feels wrong, or like it just doesn't work, it's probably because some part of you is detecting a conflict between some part of the idea and the overall logic of your story. every decision you make as you write is formed by and checked against your own experiential logic, and also by the internal logic of your story, which is far less developed (or at least, one would hope), and therefore more prone to the occasional laspe

but while ive seen a number of articles that discuss the logic of writing, i don't see people gushing as much about the art of editing and it's such a shame

the inner editor is so often characterized as the responsible parent to the writer's carefree child, or a relentless critic of the writer's unselfconscious, unpolished drivel

and it's like... maybe you just hate thinking critically about your work! maybe you view it that way because you're imposing external standards too fiercely onto your writing, and it's sucked the joy out of shaping and sculpting your words until they sing. maybe you prefer to conceive of your writing as divine communication, the process of which must remain unencumbered by lessons learned through experience or the vulnerability of self-reflection, until the buzzkill inner editor shows up with all those "rules" and "conventions" that only matter if you're trying to get published

and like obviously the market doesn't dictate which conventions are worth following, but the majority of widely-agreed-upon writing standards, especially those aimed at beginners, (and most especially those regarding style, as opposed to story structure) have to do with the effectiveness and efficiency of prose, and, in addition to often serving as a shorthand for distinguishing an amateur from a pro, overall help to increase poignancy and clarity, which is crucial no matter the genre or type of writing. and even if you personally believe otherwise, it's better to understand the conventions so you can break them with real purpose.

so editing shouldn't be about trying to shove your pristine artistic masterpiece into a conventional mold, it should be about using the creative instincts of your ear and your logic and experience-based understanding of writing as a craft to hone your words until you've told your story as effectively as possible

thank u for coming to my ted talk ✌️

[lorddiiavolo]

Boops url here, shhh I'm not late-

i made the meme up. you don’t tell me what you always wanted to say “bEfOrE 2020 eNdS”, I do. send your url.

     IF IT AIN’T MY LOCAL & FELLOW HEATHEN WHO I WOULD DIE ON A HILL FOR,,,.. ITS JESS.... also fellow artist, who screams with me over tablets kfsjah listen, if MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY, WE HAVE MET ONCE UPON A TIME PRIOR TO DIAVOLO...... which is a long time, but even so - IF IM REMEMBERING RIGHT, in the “BRIEF” time we’ve spent reuniting - I have just met you and I love you.  no but, in these recent months we’ve been messing around kjfhsa and I realized how we wasted no time getting comfortable and started making angst and ships, hitting the ground running- if u will...   AND YKNOW for a while we did get some distance but look- I COULDNT BE MORE HAPPIER WITH YOU COMING AROUND A LITTLE MORE TO DISCUSS SHIPS/CHEMISTRY AND JUST WHATEVER WE FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT.  I don’t know what it is with me and being super surprised when people come around to talk to me now but you’re someone I always get all excited with seeing you bc I never know what to expect with you, if it’s gonna be plot or if you’re just coming to talk about your day/smth you’re doing in the moment. IDK I JUST REALLY LIKE HAVING YOUR COMPANY, it’s like - all cards on the table, we’re discussing everything weeps and what’s more is you’re patient/understanding with my disappearances fjsa I’ve learned to appreciate that a little more and that quality never goes unappreciated, you don’t even know  I immediately realized how enthusiastic you get in conversations and it’s one of the most precious things to witness,,, your energy makes my energy go up AND HOPEFULLY ITS THE SAME FOR YOU BC WE’RE JUST ALWAYS SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER WITH PLOTS AND ART AND HCS AND :EYES:, it’s so amusing to watch you get amped up with your muses ESPECIALLY now that Saleos is in the picture. I already adored Simeon anD THEN YOU DO THIS, YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER CHILD TO ADORE.  there’s so many ideas we came up with within the span of hours, let’s be real. and I’m so eager to write them out with you. and now people must bear witness to these plots bc idk about you but im pRETTY PROUD OF THEM? WE HAVENT EVEN STARTED ON THE GOOD PART AND IM ALREADY JUST “LETS WRITE IT” KSJFHA

I’m excited for what more we can do together. the brief distance we had around last year was enough for me to not want to let it happen again, granted we were/still are busy but now that I know I can bUG u .... and I also have the ability to now that I have ur discord aksjfha I’m determined to keep it going, so long as you don’t mind hearing me babble about the day and/or throwing random aesthetic/art posts pertaining to our muses with the inevitable hc attached to them. lately there’s been a lot of people that I’ve been running into again, old friends, you being one of them - and I just wanted to say that it’s so nostalgic?  warm?  to have people like you come back into my life. you’re always just vibing on the dash, whenever you decide to pop up and I used to hold myself back from bugging u but now I’m taking like -- every chance I get bc first, muses are a+ and Diavolo is watching like 2 of them kfsja secondly, it’s been long overdue. just interacting, in general. there’s so much that I wanna do with you still, Jess. not even just writing tbh just spending more time together since it’s - A SIGN, TO ME, WITH U BEING AROUND AGAIN. and I don’t plan on missing out on you again. ESPECIALLY WITH ART, LIKE I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT US DOING SHIT TOGETHER. IDK HOW BUT WE WILL FIND A WAY.