#being a parent is such a big responsibility it’s kinda scary

[classical-vanity]

I feel like holding a baby might fix me a little bit

[megu-meow]

family ties - gojo satoru

gojo x fem. reader

Summary: Satoru takes you to meet the in-laws.

The Gojo family members mentioned are named after the Zoldyk family, cuz Satoru is the grown-up version Killua. Argue with a wall on that one. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one!

"Please, sweetheart! I've been begging you for four years, it's time..." Gojo implores, running after you in the hallways of Jujutsu Tech like a lost puppy.

"I told you already, Satoru, I don't want to do it. You said it was ok if I didn't because you don't care what they think anyway."

"I know, but now that I proposed to you, my family wants to see you. Especially Ojiisan, he wants to meet the woman who charmed his favorite grandson." he whines as the two of you stop in front of your classroom.

"Toru, you said it yourself, all of your clan members are obsessed with you marrying someone from the big clans. We both know they will not accept a nobody like me." you explain as you rub your forehead. It wasn't that you didn't want to meet Satoru's family, but he was the one to refuse to introduce you to them in the first place. He didn't like the way they treated outsiders and he didn't want you to experience how old-fashioned and downright disgusting their beliefs and traditions were. You were better off without ever crossing paths with them, you were sure of that. However, as soon as he proposed to you, his clan members started pushing the matter, because being Satoru's wife would mean that you would get your own responsibilities in the clan, like attending meetings representing Satoru, when he was away, you would get your own vote in different matters, and lastly, the one you refused to take into consideration, you would become clan head if Satoru would ever be unable to fulfill his duties as such. It was normal for them to wish to meet you, but that didn't make it any easier.

"You will only have to meet my mom, my dad, and my grandparents. They don't care about how you are or what powers you hold as long as you love me. They will not make you feel miserable, I promise." he looks at you with those cerulean orbs that shine like rhinestones, ones you cannot say no to.

"You pinky-promise?"

"Of course, sweetheart." he says and he shows you his pinky, waiting for you to link it with yours. And you do.

The day finally arrives, a sunny Friday in April, as the Sakura blossoms. Ijichi picked up the two of you from your shared apartment early in the morning to begin your hour-long drive to the Gojo estate in suburban Tokyo.

"So your father's name is Silva?" you ask your fiance as you observe the landscape around you.

"Yes. He's kinda scary at first glance, but he would do anything to make me happy."

"Your mom's name is Kykio, right?"

"Yes, good job sweetheart! She's a kind-hearted woman, she's gonna love you for sure."

"Okay, I think I know enough about your family tree." you sigh, you really want these people to like you. You don't exactly know why, Satoru said he doesn't care what they say, he's gonna marry you anyway, but you know he loves his parents and his grandparents. Contrary to popular belief, he grew up in a loving family, he was spoiled rotten by everyone, hence his insufferable personality. However, despite how Satoru claims his family not liking you wouldn't affect him, you know it would. These people are important to him, whether he admits it or not. So you're not going to screw this up by not knowing their given names. Or by anything else.

You get dropped off in front of a massive gate that Satoru opens with ease and you're met with a pebbled road lined with Sakura trees. They are in perfect blossom, there is a sea of pink in front of you. Satoru grabs your hand in his and starts walking down the road, leading you toward where you assume the Minka is.

"Three, two, ..." you hear Satoru count back under his nose and you look at him with confusion, but as you look back to the road ahead of you a person appears, bowing in front of your fiance.

"Gojo-san, welcome back!"

"Amane, long time no see! How are you holding up?" he asks joyfully and you remember him mentioning his name before. Amane was Satoru's best friend at the estate, his cousin on his mother's side of the family.

"I'm doing good. You didn't announce your arrival, the clan is in a meeting right now."

"I know." he smirks. He timed this perfectly and you take a note to yourself to scold him for slacking off. "By the way, this is my fiance, y/n."

"Hajimemashite, y/n-san! Welcome to the Gojo Estate."

"Nice to meet you too, Amane. Please leave the honorifics, makes me feel old."

"As you wish. Please do not hesitate to call for me if you need anything. I will make sure to prepare Gojo-san's bedroom for the two of you." Amane disappears right after finishing his sentence, you couldn't even thank him for his help.

"GOJO SATORU!" you hear a deep voice shouting from afar and you feel goosebumps covering your entire body. Whoever that voice belongs to is frightening as hell. "Not only do you not show your face to a clan meeting, but you have the audacity to not announce me about my daughter-in-law coming to meet me?" you observe the tall, muscular man in front of you as he approaches with inhumane speed. He has long, wavy hair with bangs, the color identical to Satoru's, and icy blue eyes. It is Gojo Silva, Satoru's father. The cursed energy around him has a crazy strong presence, similar to Satoru's when he lets his unleash, but this one feels rougher, slightly colder.

First, he steps to his son, yanking his left ear, which results in Satoru whining like a little kid. The whole ordeal is comical, you know that his father is just messing around. After that, he looks at his son with disapproving eyes, calls him a menace and turns towards you.

"Y/n, yoroshiku! I am Gojo Silva, Satoru's father. You can call me otousan." he bows and you return the gesture with a blush on your cheeks. Satoru giggles, enjoying his father's antics. Despite being a seemingly intimidating person, Silva seems to be just as much of a goofball as Satoru. He asks you silly questions like what is your favorite dessert, how much you can eat and whether you discipline his son when he acts like an idiot. The last one causes Satoru to chirp back at his father, claiming that he called him the other night to 'change the Google logo back to the original'. As you observe the dynamic between the two you have to remind yourself that you're in the presence of the heads of the Strongest Clan in Jujutsu history.

You finally arrive in front of the house and you are greeted by a beautiful woman with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She looks welcoming in her flowery dress and with her wide smile. Her smile resembles Satoru's, it reaches her ears and it's vibrant, like there is nothing wrong in this world. Her cursed energy is low, even lower than yours, and you're not sure if it's because she is limiting it or if she simply doesn't have much to begin with. Her aura is stronger, it is familiar and welcoming.

"Kaachan!" Satoru exclaims as he walks up to her, embracing the petite woman in a warm hug. She pats her son on the back, her eyes sparkling with the motherly love she reserves for him.

"I'm glad you're finally home, sunshine! Please don't give your father any more headaches while you're here."

"I will not, mother!" he says curtly and he suddenly snakes his arms around your hips, bringing you close to his side "By the way, this is my fiance, y/n!" he introduces you and you bow in front of his mother politely.

"I am glad to finally meet you, Kykio-san!"

"Oh, please, sweetheart, leave the honorifics. You are family, you can call me Okaasan or whatever you prefer." she says with her warm smile.

They all walk you to the family dining room, claiming that you arrived in time for supper. You're being presented with a variety of traditional Japanese dishes and you're more than excited to try everything that you like. Satoru's parents are extremely nice and calm. They ask you questions about your family, your upbringing, about Jujutsu and your time in high school. They claim they already know about every single detail of your relationship with Satoru, apparently, you're one of his favorite topics to mention when he is back home. They tell you stories about their son, how he was while growing up, what he liked and disliked, and how much of a troublemaker he was. You listen carefully to these stories, you want to remember them, to cherish them for a long time. After you finish the dishes, they are serving desserts, a whole lot of them in different assortments.

"Satoru has got a sweet tooth his whole life. His grandmother likes to prepare all kinds of deserts, even western ones so he grew up eating a copious amount of sugar." Kykio explains.

"Y/n bakes too! She makes cookies for me all the time!"

"That's not true, Toru! I've been trying to reduce his sugar intake, so now I only bake once a week." you explain and his parents look at each other knowingly, as they start laughing. You look at Satoru in confusion, but he just shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't get it either.

"Sweetheart, Satoru has been teleporting back home every week to eat desserts from his Sobo." his mother explains and you look at your fiance in disbelief. He acts like he's innocent, smiling at you widely, mouthing 'i love you'. You roll your eyes, but mouth the words back, because otherwise he would throw a fit in front of everyone.

"Where is that grandson on mine? Always causing trouble." you hear a male voice from the hallway and a pair of footsteps. The cursed energy coming from their direction is unpaired, it exceeds Silva's, maybe not Satoru's, but it still makes you uncomfortable.

"Have some decorum, Zeno. That boy has done nothing wrong in his life." a woman's voice is heard and the male grunts in disbelief.

"Typical Sobo Gojo, she always thinks Satoru is perfect." Silva explains and he lets out an obnoxious laugh, very similar to Satoru's. Now you understand where he got it from.

The doors open and you observe the cute elderly woman and the man with hair pointing toward the ceiling on her side. What is it with Gojo men and their gravity-resistant hair?!

"Satoru, do you have any idea how long it took me to convince the clan geezers to let your lady off the hook this time?" Zeno questions and looks at his grandson with an authoritative gaze.

"I'm sorry you had to do that, Ojiisan. I promise that next time, y/n will meet them as well."

"Good! Now come here, my child. I wanna see if my grandson was telling the truth about you being the most gorgeous woman to walk on this earth." he says as he gestures for you to walk up to him. You oblige as he takes your hands into his, analyzing them carefully. "Huh, truly beautiful. Your cursed energy flows nicely and you have a lot of it. You are strong, I like that." he says, drops your hands, and walks towards the table. After that, you are greeted by his grandmother, who scolds you for trying to limit her beloved grandson's insane sugar intake. However, she compliments you on your looks and politeness.

You sit back down at the table afterward, enjoying the moment of being surrounded by the Gojo family. Despite their reputation, they are all nice people. The three generations of men keep teasing each other, grandpa Zeno is a savage, making fun of both his son and grandson, he has absolutely no mercy. They keep telling you stories about Satoru like the time his grandfather shot him in the eye with a Nerf gun despite aiming at his butt. Or the time he was playing hockey inside while his parents were out and he broke the glass on his mother's favorite painting. Luckily for him, Sobo was home and she had the glass fixed before his parents even got home.

You tell them about the time he encountered a cleaning curse and how he smelled like detergent for two weeks. Or the time he wanted to pick you flowers from the forest near Jujutsu Tech, but fell into poison ivy.

The night goes by like that, filled with laughter and family stories. Despite having your doubts about meeting Satoru's family, he observes how you fit right in. How everyone loves you and they accept you for who you are because the love you have for him is evident. As it should be. And he swears that his love for you skyrockets even more that night, despite him knowing that it's nearly impossible.

[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of when Poppy surprised Branch that she was expecting to have a baby? And they tell all their friends and family the news? How would Branch react? And how would their family and friends react to the news too? I always imagine that they're excited to become parents, and so do their loved ones!? Could you do that? I also love the idea that their little girl had blue eyes, like her father's, Branch, indigo hair, and I imagined she looked like her mother, Poppy.

Hi! I wanted to break this up into 2 parts, this first one will be the siblings’ reaction to the news - I think Branch’s deserves a separate oneshot (I can’t say when I’ll have it ready for, as I do have a couple other requests from my Inbox to fill, but I hope you enjoy!)

Taking the News (a Trolls fanfic)

“AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAIIIII!!!!”

Viva’s excited scream burst through the air, the Putt Putt Queen leaping a good couple feet up in an uncontained joy. The energy only doubled once she landed, waving her hands wildly about and gushing while she paced about and spoke a mile a minute. “OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She zipped over to Poppy and gently patted at her belly.

“Hello in there! It’s your Auntie Viva! Oh, I just know you’re gonna be so itty, and bitty, and cutie-wootie just like your Mommy was! AND I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!”

The Pop Queen giggled at her sister. “Veevs, I’m only a couple months. I’m not even sure if they can hear you yet!”

Branch on the other hand differed on this viewpoint. “After that scream? Yeah, they probably did.” Viva grinned sheepishly when she noticed the blue Troll rub his ears.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Branch! It’s just that this is so, SO fantast-amazing!! Actually, it’s better than fantast-amazing! It’s fantast-AMAWESOME!” She squealed and bounced off to the side, expending her energy in one of the best ways she knew how - braiding! By the time her feet were back on the ground, it was Clay who was donning a brand-new French-braided hairstyle, topped off with little bows and glitter of all sorts of colors.

Clay groaned at how silly it looked. “Viva! Why me?” he whined.

Viva sprang to his side and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Because you need to stop being a serious-boy grumpy-poo and get loose! My sis is gonna be a mom!! And your brother’s gonna be a dad!!” She celebrated by grabbing Clay in a tight hug and twirling him around.

When he was released, the lime-green-Troll found himself taking her advice, forgetting all about his hair and grinning broadly at Branch.

“Congrats, bro! I’m real proud of ya!” He fist-bumped the bashful blue Troll. Branch readied himself to reply, when he suddenly heard a sniffle. It came as no surprise that the Troll who had burst into tears was none other than Floyd.

“Oh, Branch, this is such a special thing! I’m honored to be an uncle, and I’m so happy for you…” He trailed off, a sob taking place where words failed him. He easily wept into Branch’s shoulder when his younger bro pulled him in for a hug.

“Thanks. I’m pretty psyched, too,” Branch agreed, smiling as he pictured their child. What would they look like? Perhaps they’d have his dark, indigo hair and sparkling blue eyes. Or they could be all Poppy, in gorgeous appearance and stunning personality. Or maybe their kid would inherit King Peppy’s orange skin tone, or Grandma Rosiepuff’s teal button nose. Branch’s head spun with all of the possibilities, each and every one perfect and plausible, until the reality of the situation weighed down on him. Being a father was a big responsibility. A flicker of doubt seemed to flash across his face right at that moment, which did not go unnoticed by Bruce.

The purple-haired Troll approached him and patted a hand on his back. “Hey, man, I know it can seem kinda scary at first - I know I was a little nervous for my first kid - but trust me, it becomes a breeze. And when it’s not, just call me for help! I got your back, bro.” He winked at Branch, making him feel a lot better. Bruce, after all, was an experienced dad, having fathered 13 kids of his own - all of who would become cousins to the new bundle of joy entering into his life.

John Dory suddenly swept in alongside them. “And me, too!”

Branch and Bruce gave him a curious look. “Wait… John, you’re a dad?”

JD’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah! You forgot? Man!” He strolled over to his caterbus, Rhonda, and patted her side lovingly. “It’s okay, girly,” he cooed, “they didn’t mean to forget about you, darling. Who’s the cutest caterbussy in the whole wide world? Huh? You are!”

Rhonda trilled in appreciation at John Dory’s sappy words, while Branch exchanged a look with his other brothers. While he wanted to point out that taking care of a caterbus was not all the same as it was taking care of a little Trolling, Branch couldn’t help but feel his own bout of appreciativeness towards his bro’s offer to help. Feeling playful, he grabbed JD with one arm and noogied him with the other, the pair of them laughing by the end of it.

Poppy and Viva in the meantime were having their own share of sisterly love, hugging and shrieking, and jumping up and down over the elation of it all.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Poppy cried. “I’m gonna tell Bridget, and Biggie, and Mr. Dinkles, and Guy Diamond, and Satin and Chenille, and - “

“And Dad!” Viva cut in with a grin.

Poppy squealed. “Oh, my gosh!”

She and Viva shouted at the same time at the top of their lungs: “DAD’S GONNA FREAK!” Both girls burst into a fit of giggles just picturing the look on the elderly king’s face once the news hit him full force.

Viva bounced up and down once again and wrangled Poppy and the boys together.

“Aw, come here, guys! Group hug!” Arms enveloped Poppy and Branch from all sides in a flurry of limbs, letting the two happy parents know that they - along with their new kiddo - were indeed loved very dearly.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

HIII!!! WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOU 🥰

I have a request: I feel like Hades deserves just a LITTLE bit of karma HEAR ME OUT.

Lets say in this universe he DOES kidnap Persephone against her will and has a daughter (the reader) with her. Just like how he's a yandere for Persephone, he's a yandere dad to his daughter too.

In comes yandere Beelzebub who falls head over heels in love with the reader (he has control over his curse so he won't kill her). He and Hades are canonically close... acquaintances? Or friends? Idk, but they're close so maybe Beelzebub gets... inspired by Hades and kidnaps the reader just like how Hades kidnapped and married Persephone.

I just think it'd be funny because Hades kinda had it coming you know? You kidnapped someone's daughter so it's only fair someone kidnaps YOUR daughter too lmao

-You know the truth behind your parent’s relationship, your father fell in love with your mother and stole her away from your grandmother, Demeter.

-While sad at first, Persephone grew to love Hades and his love only grew for her, even more so when she announced that she was pregnant.

-Your father is a wonderful husband and father, and an admired ruler as well, but with the two of you, he would set the world ablaze, just to keep you two safe.

-Hades was slow and patient with Persephone, slowly teaching her to make her believe that others were against their love, their marriage, and wanted to take her away, like her mother, who fought so fiercely to have her back, even to the point of letting humans starve.

-With you, it was easy to teach you that the world was a scary place, and only your parents and the few people they trusted were the only people you could trust.

-You grew up looking just like your mother, stunningly beautiful, only with your father’s snow-white hair, and with pretty daughters come big responsibilities.

-Persephone thought it was amusing to see Hades violently threatening any man who would dare approach you, as none were worthy enough for you, in his eyes.

-Beelzebub was your father’s ‘friend’, they were more than acquaintances but you’re not 100% sure if you could call them friends.

-You had met him only once or twice, at one of your father’s big parties, and you hadn’t really spoken to each other, other than greetings.

-You were stunning, to Beelzebub, you were the moon of his sky, lighting up his dark world, but in respect to Hades, after he witnessed a brutal beat down of a cocky man who had the audacity to put his hands on you, he stayed back.

-However, like a moth to a flame, he found himself being drawn more and more to you, as if the harder he tried to fight it, the stronger the desire came.

-Beelzebub knew the story behind your parent’s relationship as well, and he couldn’t help but grin, getting an idea, a bit of payback in a sense.

-Beelzebub approached you while you were in your mother’s garden, practicing your own magic, growing plants as well, but only flowers and plants that didn’t need a lot of sunlight.

-You greeted him politely when he approached, giving him a small smile before you spoke, “Father is in his office, if you would like to speak with him.”

-Beelzebub chuckled softly, pecking the back of your hand after he asked for it, “No little blossom, I’m not here for Hades, this time. I’m here for you.”

-Your confused face was adorable before you let out a yelp when he pulled you into his arms and swept you up princess style, making your face flush before he was quick to run away.

-You felt like you couldn’t scream, too stunned to do anything but you heard guards shouting after your kidnapper, demanding you be returned safely.

-Persephone knew you were safe with Beelzebub, and she had to hide her mouth behind her hand to hide her smile, thinking it was a bit funny, while Hades was gathering his army, leading the charge, “Papa’s coming Y/N!!”

-At Beelzebub’s place, you did find it rather amusing as well, being just like your mother, as Beelzebub set down some tea and cakes for the two of you to share, waiting for your father to arrive.

-You didn’t mind Beelzebub, he was respectful to you, giving you your space, and he was nice to talk to.

-You wondered how your father was going to react when you told him you liked Beelzebub.

[bekaroth-reads]

Astarion x Reader/Tav x Gale pt 2

[So, just a heads up, this is kinda long and not proofread. Nothing too bad here, but there is some swearing and like one risky joke, so if that's not your thing, now you know :)]

There were plenty of things that you all needed to get done today…

And it was becoming more and more evident that little to none of it was going to happen.

Things were going well at first, but then you all found that brooch. It seemed to catch Astarion’s eye, and at the exact same time Gale’s senses for magic…well, sensed it.

The millisecond that they noticed the other eyeing the piece of jewelry, they shot forward to seize it. Astarion, being more dexterous managed to get to it before Gale did.

“Now, you wait just a moment! I saw that first!” Gale stomped his foot like a child.

“Well, I grabbed it first!” Astarion sneered and held it up like a bully taunting someone in a classroom squabble.

Gale sputtered around his words a few times, trying to get something out. But, he failed because of how angry he was. Eventually, he turned to you.

“Tav! Tell him how much I need that! You know how important magical items are to me at the moment!” He demanded pleadingly.

“Tav!” Astarion mockingly whined as he gave a dramatic pout. “Tell him he doesn’t always get what he wants.”

You huffed out in frustration. It seemed that the two of them had forgotten that the three of you were supposed to be finding a way out of the part of the dungeon you were in; an old wall had crumbled and separated you from the rest of the group as well as the way that you entered from, something that the other two seemed to have not notice from their bickering.

“How about the two of you talk to each other instead of trying to use me as a messenger.” You said as you went back to looking around the chamber for another way out, an action that at the moment consisted of you patting down the walls to try to find a hidden switch or something of the like.

“I’d rather not.” Astarion turned his nose up at the idea, both literally and metaphorically, before walking over to you.

“I must have a better look at my darling, little thing in a better light.” He purred as he grabbed your shoulders and moved you over by one of the lanterns that lit up the center of the chamber. “Stunning. Now that I’ve gotten that treat, look at this beauty I found.” He held up the little, gold framed jewel for you to admire.

“I found it. You stole it.” Gale corrected as he walked over, causing Astarion to clasp his hand around the brooch protectively.

“I need that magic. You both know why.” Gale pointed out, trying to calm himself and work through things rationally. “There’s plenty of nice pieces on the table. I’m sure that there’s something better than that little pendant.”

Astarion scoffed and squinted his eyes. “It’s been gods know how long since I have gotten something nice for myself! I found this, and I am going to keep it. Besides, some of us need magical items too. Who knows what sort of enchantment this might aid me with down the road.”

Gale, still trying to play to Astarion’s logic, reasoned, “See, that’s the catch. We don’t know what sort of enchantment is on that. Might even be a curse. Wouldn’t you rather be safe than sorry?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! You are not going to pull that trick on me!” Astarion growled.

“Tr- trick?! What trick?!” Gale was blown away that response, more so at the accusation.

Astarion’s nose crinkled as he instinctively bared his fangs in a threat. “Telling me that I should hand this over because there might be a big, scary curse on it is practically the same thing as a parent telling their child they can’t eat a treat because it’s too hot!” Something changed in Astarion’s attitude after that outbursts, and he acted on the new idea by wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, and snarking, “And, we all know what a penchant you have for taking what obviously is mine.”

Gale visibly bristled looking back and forth between Astarion and you. Seeing that things were about to boil over, which would keep you from finding a way out of here for even longer, you tried to smooth things over.

“This is ridiculous!” You scold as you removed yourself from Astarion’s hold and walked back to the wall that you were searching before. While you were resuming the search, you called back, “Things would be a lot easier if you both learned how to share. It’s just a stupid brooch!”

“Pendant.” Astarion insisted pointedly punctuating the P. “Brooch is sooo… costume jewelry.”

“It’s a pretty thing with a pin on the back. Pretty sure that makes it a brooch.” You dismissed the correction with a shrug as you continue your task.

“Hate to admit it, but he’s right.” Gale chimed in. “There’s more pendant than brooch to it.”

Astarion gave an indignant noise, stood from the column he was leaning on, and crossed his arms. “Don’t you dare correct them!” He snapped at the wizard.

Gale’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “I was agreeing with you!” He shouted, then growled before smoothing his hands through his hair to try to calm himself down.

“Oh, I know.” Astarion now had clear amusement in his voice, before it switched back to stern, “But, you still don’t get to talk down to them that way.”

You actually laughed at that. “See? You two can agree on something when you put your minds to it.”

“Don’t you start in on it too.” Gale huffed at getting teased from both people he was stuck with for the foreseeable future.

“Now don’t sell us short. I’m sure that even though it might not be desirable, we could certainly work well with each other when push comes to shove.”Surprisingly, Astarion defended Gale, even if not directly.

“Please!” You rolled your eyes, “If there’s one thing the two of you love more than singing your own praises, is trying to pretend that you aren’t totally enthralled with a certain other member of our little party.”

“You?” They both flirted in sync, and side eyed the other for doing so.

“Each other.” You corrected, and were met with a cacophony of groans, retching, and denials.

The room went silent after that. You figured that you had finally been able to tune out the other two’s squabbling. So, with this new found quiet you went about your search. It was so nice to have a few minutes of peace that you almost didn’t notice how long it had been since you had heard something from either of them; suspiciously long. Just as you were about to turn around and see what was going on, a familiar set of scarlet eyes caught your peripheral attention.

“Astarion.” You groaned and went to move away, but bumped into something behind you.

“Come, now. We just got over here. Don’t leave us.” Gale chuckled as you turned around to face him.

The elf surprised you by rolling you all so that Gale was pushed against the wall, pinned in by his arms on either side, leaving you smooshed in the middle of them.

“Well, you see, darling, while you were over here having a tender moment and caressing the wall, we decided to teach you a lesson in manners,” Astarion giggled mischievously from where he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Yes, indeed.” Gale hummed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before continuing, “Proving once and for all that the thing that, may I remind you, you thought was impossible, can, in fact be achieved by-“

“Oh gods!” Astarion exclaimed exhaustively as he reached up and turned your face toward Gale, before moving his hand to the back of your head to push it forward, “Just kiss him already!”

Neither of you needed Astarion’s coaxing really. It did finally give you both the chance to act on some pent up feelings, though Gale did seem a bit shy about it still. Not, reluctant, more so giddy and not sure how to handle that. He gained his confidence soon enough, and pushed into the kiss so enthusiastically that you were sure you would fall over if Astarion wasn’t behind you, humming contently, seemingly enjoying the show.

Eventually, you were separated. “For heaven’s sakes, man! Let the poor thing breathe.” Astarion chuckled as he savored your labored breathing and the feel of your quickening pulse. “After all, a lonely sort like you needs to take things slowly.” He ran a finger down Gale’s cheek, “I bet you’re liable to blow any minute now.”

“Astarion!” You scolded his crassness.

“I was talking about his chest, darling.” You all knew that he wasn’t.

Gale snorted a single, annoyed laugh. “Well, I can say one thing about you. It seems like you took Tav’s words to heart and learned how to share.” He was clearly smug that he had gotten the first kiss out of the two.

“Hardly,” the vampire replied, “I just needed a way to shut you up.”

You scoffed at their antics and went to wriggle out of their hold, but were quickly stopped.

“Now, now, Tav.” Astarion tutted as you were spun around to face him, “Fair is fair.”

“He’s right once more.” Gale laughed as he weaved his fingers between yours and moved you other hand to rest on Astarion’s torso. “Not really sharing if only one of us gets a turn.”

Fanged grin clearly visible even in this slightly darkened corner of the chamber, Astarion looked like he was on the hunt. “Let me show you how it’s really done.”

You weren’t sure if he was saying that to you or Gale, but there wasn’t any time to truly wonder as you were once again being kissed by traveling companion that had been harboring the want to do so for awhile. It was interesting the differences between the two kisses. Gale’s was emotional and switching from soft to needy, like sparks of a firework shooting across your nerves. Astarion’s was steady, practiced, but relentless, like the steady heat of a campfire oddly enough given his cool body temperature. Both, however, were equally earnest.

After Astarion pulled away, with a playful little scrape of his fangs of course, there was a moment of you all standing there enjoying the intimacy of it all. You leaning onto Gale, Astarion leaning onto you, and the two of them holding you by holding each other. Astarion did start to get a bit squirmy with the though of being this vulnerable, so you decided to lighten things up.

“You boys know…” you hummed as you leaned further back on Gale and wrapped your arms around Astarion’s neck to pull him towards you. They seemed to be eager to hear what a you were thinking until you actually said it. “…it’s not sharing if we don’t all get a turn.” You snickered as you slid out from between them quickly, making them tumble into each other.

Still wanting to keep up their detesting façade despite everything that just happened, they both crossed their arms and faced away from each other. “Oh, come on. You both now how you actually feel.” You goaded.

Giving a dramatic sigh, Astarion shrugged. “Well, I supposed that if I really had to-“

“Oh, to hells with it!” Gale interrupted, then grabbed both sides of Astarion’s face, crashing their lips together so suddenly it made the elf yelp; not that he really seemed to mind it once he realized what was happening.

Or, so you thought.

Once Gale had let go, Astarion gave him a look that made both his and your blood run cold.

“How dare you-“ he hissed and took a step toward Gale, the latter stepping back in response.

There were a few deep, seemingly furious breaths from Astarion before he snapped, “I was supposed to kiss you first!” He lunged for the magician and repaid him the gesture he was given, but this time on his terms.

As if he was now totally placated by dazing Gale, he turned back to you, happy as a lark and chirped, “Now, let’s see. One from me to you. One from Gale to you. But, two between Gale and myself. Now, if my maths are correct, we have a few numbers to even up.” Astarion left Gale to reconnect to the real world as he walked over to where you had moved to.

“Are you really going to keep track of the exact numbers?” You moaned annoyed as you leaned onto the stone table in the middle of the chamber.

"Apologies, my dear, but once a magistrate, always a magistrate. Number crunching clings to me like a pox." He teased.

"Not to mention your need to constantly judge people." Gale added as he came to join the two of you.

Astarion was about to quip something back, but a loud crash put all of you on guard. You all went back off guard when you saw it was the others who had found a way to clear the rubble from the door.

They helped you through the little path they had cleared and were asking if there was anything of note in there.

"So what I'm hearing is other than a few trinkets, that whole room was a waste of time." Shadowheart sighed in frustration.

"Well, not a totally loss." Astarion started as he rummaged through his pockets, "I found..."

He paused when he couldn't find what he was looking for, then glowered at Gale. "You bastard! When did your take it?"

"I don't have it! And, don't you blame me for your clumsiness! You probably dropped it while we were climbing through the rubble!" Gale snapped back, leading to the two of them bickering once again.

"What are they looking for?" Shadowheart asked.

"Oh, this." You pulled the accessory from you pocket.

"Cool looking brooch." Karlach noted as you held it up.

"Pendant!" Gale and Astarion insisted as they rushed over to take it back from you.

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How I Met Your Father. 2 [Appleradio, Radioapple, Chaggie]

Vaggie came out from their closet holding two dreses. Charlie counted these as the fifth dress that her girlfriend had brought to her to hear about her opinion, but she wasn't about to comment on that. It was kinda cute seeing her fretting over trying to find the right one. On her humble opinion she already looked amazing in all of them anyway.

"Okay, which one of these says 'I am a good partner to your daughter and I also respect your home and your husband, who I am very sorry for pointing a spear to'? This one I think says 'I am trustworthy and responsible', but maybe the skirt is too long and it will be too strict? And this one look cute, but maybe the sleeves are too long? What do you think? What if it gest messy with the food and I don't realize it?"

"Mmm" Charlie rested on her bed, where her own outfit had already being chosen, chin on her hands as she moved her hooves as if really was thinking it over. "I like the second one. The long sleeves make you look elegant and kinda mysterious."

"Yeah? You think so?" Vaggie modeled the dress in front of her mirror. extending the sleeves over her naked arm. "Well… it is comfy."

"Comfy is important" encouraged Charlie and then gasped. "You could use that cute black chocker I bought you last week! It would look so cute!"

"Wear something you gave me would show my commitment to our relationship! Good thinking!" Vaggie's eyes illuminated at the brilliant suggestion and Charlie could not hold it any longer, letting out her laugh. Vaggie blushed, suddenly self unconscious. "W-what?"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just… You are treating this like some kind of strategy for war" commented Charlie, sitting upright at the side of their bed and patting her side for Vaggie to come in. When her girlfriend came in, Charlie hugged her by the shoulder. "There is no war anywhere, sweetie. I understand you probably never did anything like this before, with your previous job and all…"

Vaggie's face paled at the mention. She was so thankful that Charlie had found her so quickly after loosing her wings, right before Lute took off, because she frankly had no clue of how she would ever be able to tell her girlfriend she had contributed to the problem they were trying to solve one. It had been years since then, but she still felt sick everytime the topic came up.

"But you don't need to treat it the same" continue Charlie gently, rubbing her shoulder. Her hand caressed softly the scars on her back, fully healed now and now just a bit sensitive for Vaggie. "My parents will love you regardless of what you wear. Well, dad may take a while warming up, but that is just how he is, don't take it personally. My papa is a lot more easygoing and won't care. And in the very rare case that he doesn't like you, which he will, I will still like you the most so it doesn't matter."

Vaggie relaxed against her, trying to clear her head.

"I know, I have been silly."

"I like you silly."

Vaggie smiled, nuzzling Charlie's neck as one of her arms hugged her waist.

"It's just… You don't really meet the king of hell himself everyday. The big scary Lucifer that we all heard about all the time as a cautionary tale."

Charlie snorted, covering her mouth.

"Is that really what they think in heaven? Babe, that is just legends at this point. I promise you, papa is literally the least scary guy in all of hell" She kissed Vaggie's cheek, nuzzling her back. "Come on. I really think the chocker will look really nice with this."

Vaggie nodded, finally dressing up with the dress of the long sleeves. Charlie had a white shirt on top of black pants, casually going along with the grey dark blue dress of Vaggie. Even after they were both done dressing up and fixing their hair, they had some free time to tell Husk to call Charlie's number if anything happened before a portal opened up in the living room of the first floor.

Granted, leaving the hotel at the hands of the cat man that lived perpetually drunk wasn't the wisest of choices, but between Niffty and Angel, who was out working, they didn't had a lot of options. Husk at least seemed sober enough to tell them to have a good night before going continueing to clean some glasses.

"We will be back" assured Charlie, taking the hand of Vaggie and giving her a bright smile as they passed through.

Once they did, that was it. They were in the old palace. Vaggie thought it was beautiful and she wanted to comment on that when suddenly a voice paralized her in place.

"CHARLIE!" Before a tiny man (well, tiny for general standards, he was actually her same height) came crashing against Charlie to squeeze her on a bear hug that took the air out of her. "MY BABY! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"

"Papa…" struggled to say Charlie, smiling down at him. "I am happy to see you too. I can't breath."

"Oh, sorry, my bad" the man laughed, finally letting her go, but still looking up with the same look of adoration from before. "Sorry, I just missed you so much and oh" Only then the man seemed to notice Vaggie. He started to jump slightly in place, giggling to himself. "Is that…? Is she really…?"

Charlie nodded, now she being to one to beam with pride.

"Papa, I present to you Vaggie, my girlfriend. Vaggie, this is my papa, Lucifer Morningstar."

"Oh, she can call me Luci or whatever she wants!" declared Lucifer, now crushing Vaggie on a new hug. Vaggie was shocked not by how strong it was, which it was still a lot, but how obviously contained it was. "You are so much prettier than Alastor said you were! Oh, not that he said you were ugly or anything, that is not what I mean! I mean, I can see why you are togehter. Wait, no, thar sounds weird, doesn't it? I didn't say that is all about appearences or something! Unless it is, then who I am to judge? Young love and all that I say!"

"Papa" groaned Charlie, covering her eyes with a hand.

When she managed to breath again, Vaggie had to laugh a little over the fretting. The familiar fretting that she could recognize in Charlie too. Besides the height and other details that were from Alastor, there was no doubt that they were father and daughter.

"Thank you, sir" said sincerely, understanding that he was trying to be welcoming, accepting and flexible all at the same time. It was a lot more than what she expected so she would take it happily. "Thanks for having me over. Your house is beautiful."

The smile of Lucifer could have illuminated a whole universe. She felt like her previous nerve were flushing away in his presence. Charlie was right, there was nothing scary about him. Another lie from Heaven for the tally.

"You are most welcome, Vaggie. Alastor is just about to finish dinner, why don't you come with me?" said the king of hell, offering his arm up for Charlie to take as they walked over to the dinning room, a huge place with a long table covered in warm tones.

At the center of the table there was a beautiful bouquet of hellish flowers that uselessly tried to chomp at them when passing. As a true gentleman, Lucifer pulled out the chair for the both of them, sitting side to side in the table.

"Darling, I heard you embarassing our daughter" came the voice of Alastor from a radio on top of the chimney beyond the head of the table. "If you are done with that, would you mind taking out the drinks from the freezer and start serving while I finish the meat?"

A gold dusted blush extended through Lucifer's face. He gave a awkward laugh and excused himself to bring the drinks, but they could still hear him replying "I wasn't embarassing her, I was trying to socialize, jeez" as he went down the hallway.

"Now you see why I didn't bring you earlier" joked Charlie, playing with a napkin on her hands. "Don't get me wrong, I love papa, he is the best! But he can be a bit…" she made a vague gesture with her hand, not knowing how to finish the sentence. "It's not his fault, he just… doesn't get outside a lot."

"It's okay" Vaggie put her hand on top of Charlie's on the table. Awkward or not, she could still see very clearly that her girlfriend had nothing but affection for the king. "I have no real frame of reference for parents, so as far I am concerned, this is the best dinner with parents ever already."

"Oh, and you still haven't tasted dad's food! He is the best in the kitchen."

"Years and years of practice!" commented Lucifer, a line of buckets full of ice and bottles following him behind and softly landing on the table. "You wouldn't even know that man used to eat raw carcasses of road kill for breakfast. Don't even get me started in the smell that it would leave in my kitchen" Lucifer opened up one of the bottles and started serving for Charlie, holding the bottle from the bottom like a experienced waiter. "Don't worry, these are all non alcoholic because I know my baby girl likes it that way. Vaggie, you are not driving tonight so you can pick your poison freely. No judgement here. I will be having some wine and Alastor probably will want his brandy after dinner."

"I will have the same as Charlie" That seemed the easiest choice. She wasn't good with her alcohol to the point she legitimately could not understand why people got addicted to it.

"As you wish" Lucifer served her with ease and then opened up another bottle, filling up his own glass as he sat at the head of the table. "Sooo… Alastor told me about what happened on TV. I am so sorry. Do you want me to leave that mean reporter homeless, sweetie?"

The suggestion was left out so casually that Charlie almost dropped her glass before taking the first zip.

"Papa!"

"What? I can do that. I don't know if you knew this, sweetheart, but I am kind of the king here. I could get her replaced and blacklisted with a few calls. You just say the word and it's done" Lucifer finished his statement taking a zip, just as he had just declared going to the market or something as mundane at that.

Charlie was so stunned that for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"Well, she was a homophobic bitch" commented Vaggie to her own glass, making Charlie to now turn on her.

"Vaggie!"

"She was" Vaggie shrugged. "The world wouldn't be worse off either."

"Yeah, see? I like her, she gets it."

Vaggie drank her drink to try to hide how much the approval of the man made her happy. King or not, he was first and foremost Charlie's father. And honestly, she couldn't find it on herself to feel very compassionate towards the woman who quite literally laughed at her girlfriend and made a mockery out of her in teleivision. Fuck her.

"I can't believe the both of you! No, I don't want to make someone homeless just because of a bad experience!"

Vaggie smiled to her. She knew Charlie would say that, that is why she loved her.

"Sweetheart, she fist fight you. She put her hands on you. I barely managed to stop Alastor from making her into our next meal."

"Why would I want that either?!"

"Oh, no, that would have been for his satisfaction. But hopefully would have send a message not to mess with my daughter."

"Papa, no."

Lucifer sighed deeply, dramatically.

"As my duckling commands, so I obey" declared, rising his glass. "You will live another day, mean reporter who was also apparently homophobic."

Charlie rolled her eyes at the display and Vaggie chuckled a bit. She definitely could get used to this dynamic. It was nice seeing other people besides herself that were concerned with protecting Charlie.

"Well, since I am not abusing my power right now" commented Lucifer, offering a conciliatory smile to his daughter, "how about you tell me about those renovations that Alastor has been making at your hotel? Don't tell the guy" added in a conspiratorial tone, "but he really, really suck at interior design so I can only imagine what he did."

"For your information, your Majesty" said Alastor, bringing a huge tray that had to be carried by his tentacles, still covered with mittens for protection. Other tentacles were bringing the rest of the food behind him. " ended up being a rather impressive building. If it doesn't attract all the eyes of the needy souls in hell, I don't know what will."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound as flattering as you think, babe" commented Lucifer, standing up briefly to move a chair for Alastor. Alastor nodded in recognition for the gesture and Lucifer let a hand rub the back of the man briefly before sitting again. "A neon sign is also going to attract looks no matter how ugly it is."

"Well, when you come visit, you can have an opinion on it's decor" declared Alastor, lifting the cover of the tray and taking on the collective admiration for the frankly delicious looking piece of meat.

"What is it, dad?" asked Charlie tentatively, almost as she didn't even want to know.

"We are in the presence of company, my dear, so of course is venison" said Alastor, receiving the big knifes from the hands of Lucifer to give the first cut. "The cannibal meat is for especial ocassions, you know that. It becomes dull if you eat it all the time."

"He is joking, right?" commented Vaggie, looking for confirmation on Charlie's face, but all she could give her was a evasive smile.

"Listen, don't knock it until you try it" commented Lucifer. "I was a squeamish at first too, so I get it, but as long you don't use angelic steel the sinners can be cut indefintely, so it's not like people actually die from it. Some even offer themselves up to be cut. It's a whole thing. And Alastor makes it taste good all the same so I can't complain."

"Why, thank you, darling" Alastor served a big piece to the plate of Lucifer and kissed the top of his head.

"Just so we are clear, I haven't eaten it again since knowing that is what it was" said Charlie, clearly uncomfortable.

"I don't mind" said Vaggie, earning a surprised look from her girlfriend. "I mean, I don't want to think about it, but it's like with every other meat, right? And if people aren't dying from it, I don't know, it could be worse. Out of every horrible thing people do to each other in hell, at least that could be consentual."

Besides, given that her previous "job" was actually killing people, she didn't really feel able to be judging so harashly.

"Ah, that is the most intelligent thing I heard from you" said Alistor, now serving her another generous portion. Every portion had to be generous to count for the amount of meat there was.

"But I still don't think I want to try it."

"And the intelligence is gone."

"Dad."

"I am kidding, my fawn, I am kidding" Alastor chuckled, serving himself last and only then sitting down as Lucifer filled his glass. "Thank you, dear."

Besides finding out that her girlfriend have been an unwilling cannibal and the king of hell was a willing one, the rest of their conversation was light and pleasant over the delicious meal that everyone praised, for Alastor's delight.

"Oh, oh, oh!" said Charlie, suddenly attacked by a new idea. "How about when we finish do we bring the family pictures? I have so very little of them at home."

"The baby pictures?" suggested Lucifer, turning his head to Alastor with a smile at the corner of his lips.

Charlie applauded.

"Oh, and can you both tell the story of how I was made? I love that one."

"You never get tired of those stories, don't you, dear?" said Alastor, snapping his finger so all the empty plates fell into a black void and appeared again at the other side of the table, already pilled up. "Alright. I will bring the pictures. Lucifer, can you bring the dessert?"

"Sure thing" said, dissapearing on his own portal to the kitchen. It seemed that after a big meal like that one they felt lazy enough to rely more on their magic.

"They both tell it so well. I used to get to sleep to it all the time" commented Charlie, rubbing the arm of Vaggie. "I never told you either how I was made, right?"

"Magic and fairy dust I assumed" said Vaggie, only half jokingly, just when both parents came back.

The dessert was ice cream in enchanted cups that could change the flavor to whatever they wanted.

"Close, very close in fact" Lucifer sighed, leaving just a cup of coffe for Alastor when he came back, bringing an album with him. "Do you want to start, babe?"

"You can go this one chance, dear. I prefer to hear you tonight" Alastor took a zip of the coffe as Lucifer went looking on the album, going to the very start.

"Well, as Charlie knows, it took a long time for us to decide that we actually wanted a child. The idea of a heir is kinda pointless when you are essentially immortal and we had already decided to keep our marriage on the low, so I wasn't doing much to expand my last name already. Likewise, Alastor didn't want his last name there either in case someone connected it to him and try to use it as leverage.

"So if we wanted to have a kid, it would have to be just because we just really wanted a kid. To see them grow up, walk around and cry. We knew it wasn't going to be a breeze, because kids never are, but we resolved that we could do it. Love or resources weren't an issue. We had our own routine established already, but we were willing to make space for someone else there.

Once we put our minds to it, the next step was to decide the kind of child. I thought the obvious choice was adoption, since Alastor is a sinner and they can't normally reproduce, because it's "unnatural" or whatever. Some other dumb law of nature that I thought you just couldn't break. But I understimated the creativity of Alastor.

He made me know very clearly that he wanted to try to make our own kid, with our own markings if possible. If that didn't worked out, only then we would try adoption.

You see, I technically can create life already. You already know just by seeing Razzle, Dazzle or Keekee But neither of them can be considered truly an individual the same way that kids are. Razzle and Dazzle exist solely as Charlie's companions and protectors. Keekee exist solely to be the key to the hotel. They can't want anymore than that because they don't have the imagination, creativity, ambition or anything that makes each person go in search of their interests. They will never grew old or get sick. They will never have an original creative thought on their minds.

It sounds like I am dissing them, but I am not. It's just how they were meant to be, living objects for that one purpose that they will carry out with the simple joy of just doing a good job.

A kid is none of that. Sure, neither of us had that much experience with children, but we knew that at least. Not surprisingly at all, the one who gave free will to humanity thought it was important for our child to have it as well. We would raise them the best way we could and see them grow, like all parents do, only to be surprised for who they turned to be. We didn't want any of this if we couldn't have that pride of seeing our kid deciding their own way, even if it was separate from us.

And that was an issue right off the bat, because I really couldn't do that. I couldn't just create something out of nothing and gave it indepedent thought, no matter how hard I tried. With Adam and Eve it was easy because they were already living beings who just lacked awareness of themselves, so all I had to do was give it to them. Most of the work was already cut out for me, but this was different.

It was Alastor the one who suggested we started out with a dollie. Very small, but already containing the traits we wanted our child to have. That I could do no problem."

Lucifer showed off the very first picture in the album. In the middle of a large white bowl put on the floor, surrounded by a pentagram, laid a tiny figurine made of claw that almost looked like a painted bean.

"I made it all myself. I won't bore you with the details of how much or how long we talked about which traits of us we wanted to see realized, but I can tell you there was a lot of conversations about it. In the end we couldn't decide on eye colors, so we though eh, why not make our especial girl even more especial with eyes of each of her parents? Now of course she had to have Alastor's tail. I insisted on that" commented Lucifer, passing to the next picture where the figure that was already tiny had an even tinier triangle texturized to look like hair. "The red fingers, let me tell you, were a bitch to get in there and make it look right. Have you ever tried to give a fetus a manicure? I don't really recommend it. But I did it."

Another picture of a very tired looking Lucifer, rising a thumb eye with the paint brush in hand. For every progress in the figurine, the blonde hair, the black antlers, the red cheeks, the black dot for the nose, the hooves, there was a new picture showing the progress until finally the figurine did looked like a tiny version of Charlie curled up on herself.

"Isn't that the cutest thing that you have ever seen in your life?" cooed Lucifer. "Just imagine how cute that would have been, a tiny Charlie to carry on your pocket and whenever you need her, there she is, tiny Charlie! Sometimes I really wish I had made two, one just to keep for myself to remind me my baby girl used to be like that."

"She was lovely" added Alastor, looking up from his coffe to the picture, having the same nostalgic smile as his husband. "She still is."

"And made all by hand, every single detail made to perfection" said Lucifer, booping the nose of Charlie and she smiled, resting her chin on her hand.

Vaggie really liked this, this warm environment that they have formed. She wondered if that is how family is supposed to feel like. Lucifer again at the album, passing to the next page where now the figure was surrounded by what looked to be an egg marked by strips of gold and green surrounding it.

"Now we had to feed her our magic. We quickly find out that it wasn't easy. Whenever Alastor's magic attached itself to our baby, the next moment rejected my own and viceversa whenever it did absorved mine. If we were two sinners or two fallen angel or whatever, we could have probably finished the entire thing in a few days tops. But as it were, we had to be very careful with how much magic we have to her, for how long and never let it go without a charge from any of us. The first weeks were a nightmare, we barely slept at all trying to figure out the right formula so she was our daughter, equal parts of both of us. Somehow we ended up finding the rythm. It was exhausting, but it was worth every second of it when she started growing."

Lucifer passed to another photograph of the same bowl, the same golden and green egg, but at the center of it was clear the figurine had gotten at least three times bigger. It was still not bigger than Lucifer's fist.

"Can you see that her hair wasn't still real hair at this point?" Vaggie inspected it a little further and realized that he was right. But the skin already was starting to look less like hardened clay and more soft, like returning to a previous state. "You have to understand that neither of us have ever done something like this before, so we didn't really knew what to expect or what was normal. Nothing on this was normal already, we were in the dark. Al can confirm that I was kinda losing my mind a bit wondering if after a while she was really growing at all or we were wasting our efforts."

"Neither of us slept those nights either" affirmed Alastor, nodding along as he reached his hand to touch the cheek of Lucifer.

Lucifer blushed, taking the hand and kissing the knuckles before continueing, leaving it to rest on top of his other arm.

"That is the thing when you keep watching the same thing every day for hour. It's hard to notice any change unless they happen suddenly and this was anything but sudden. The pictures did helped a lot. The Charlie that was on the first day had nothing with the Charlie that was after three months" The next picture now showed what definitely looked like a little baby compared to the other where there was only a figurine. "Little by little, she was coming along. We haven't announced to the other sins just yet, but we have bought her so much clothing and toys for the room we picked up for her. I couldn't wait to see her dressed up on all the cute outfits I found for her. What toys were going to be her favorite? How was she going to want to pass the time? Would she get my taste for sweet things or turn her nose to them like Al? I could help to form her physical form, but everything else about her was still a mystery. Those were the best days because she continued growing and growing, just as beautiful as we imagined she could be."

Lucifer grimaced before turning the page. On the picture there Charlie already looked as a normal baby, covered in a blanket, the egg of magic around her nowhere to be found. She looked as if she was sleeping.

"One day she wouldn't take any more magic" continued Lucifer, his voice suddenly adquiring a new melancholic tone. He frowned. "She was fully formed. She should have been ready. But she wouldn't open her eyes or take her first breath. It was like she was stillborn. After five months of continuos work… that wasn't what we wanted."

Alastor squeezed the arm of his husband, looking down as well with no expression beyond his pertual smile. It was easy to imagine that they were both destroyed.

"I… " started Alastor softly, but he needed a moment to gather his words again. "I didn't realize how much I had also been expecting her to be there until then. I gave my magic and waited for the best, but many of the preparations were done by Lucifer and he was the one who wouldn't shut up about how excited he was. I just kept thinking that even if this fails, it was okay. We could always try again, as many times as we want to get it right. We could spend all of eternity trying if that is what it took. But when I saw her there and she wasn't doing anything, I…"

It seemed he had been left without knowing how to continue, or wanting to. Lucifer looked down to the picture and started smiling as he passed to the next page.

"I asked Alastor to let me try something different. I hold Charlie on my arms, for the first time since I sculpted her original form, and I breathed into her every portion of magic I could. All my hopes, dreams, love, my desperation even. I wanted to see her smile so badly that I didn't know what I would have done if it didn't work. I had done the same thing for some of my plants when they died, but I didn't know if it was going to work for anything more complex than that."

"And then it worked" said Alastor, looking up to his husband like he was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. "She started crying right there. Lucifer cried worst. Just sobbing all over the place. He was so ugly and pathetic."

"Yeah, I was" accepted Lucifer with a smile. He reached over to kiss his husband on the lips, Alastor meeting him halfway through. "I couldn't even fucking speak for five minutes. She was the most precious little thing that had ever existed in all of creation. I mean, just look at her!" The picture in question now showed the curious look of baby Charlie over the shoulder of Lucifer. "How could you not think that was it, fuck all babies in the universe, this one is the best, when you see this face?"

"The distribution of magic wasn't as equal as we hoped in the end" added Alastor, tracing a finger over the stitches at the side of Charlie's mouth that were in the pictures. "For one, I didn't expect her to inherit this aspect of my demonic form when Lucifer never designed it. But in the other hand, she probably had more magic of Lucifer than mine inside since he was the final touch."

"That is why she is my little baby" Lucifer now made a kissy face to the adult Charlie, pinching her cheek despite the blush on her. Vaggie chuckled behind her hand, finding this side of her too adorable to interrupt. "My little duckling."

"She is still my daughter too" Alastor's ear flattened against his skull.

"Yeah, I know, that is why she is perfect." Lucifer said it like that was obvious enough already, completely unaware of how the radio demon was disarmed by it. "If she was all me, then what would be the point?"

Alastor cleared his throat a bit, regaining his composure as if he had been prepared for a spat.

"In any case, that is the story of how my little fawn came to grace our lives" finalized, reaching to find the hand of Charlie and squeezed once.

After that, Lucifer closed that album and showed Vaggie of other pictures of Charlie as a real baby. Her duckie onesie that Lucifer had bough in every color of the rainbow. Her face covered in paint as she was painting in Lucifer's lap. Her first crawl, her first step. The first time she got Alastor's coat filthy with her baby food, drawing a happy face on it.

"Why isn't Alastor on any of these?" asked after a while, noticing it was always the feet of the radio demon near his baby or his hands reaching for her, but nothing else.

"Oh, he is camera shy" said Lucifer with a teasing smile, making Alastor to squint his eyes at him.

"This face was made for radio" pointed out the demon. "New technology doesn't mesh well with me and I don't mesh well with it."

"So as I said, camera shy."

Alastor looked displeased, but didn't say more as Lucifer kept going about the childhood of Charlie. By the time they have reached the first day of Charlie in the kindergarten, Charlie the adult was yawning and Vaggie rubbed her eyes. It was rather later, so they had to go.

Lucifer insisted on them taking the rest of the ice cream for the hotel and a tupperware with some of the leftover meat to eat tomorrow. Vaggie accepted it all, stammering over her words to try to say thank you and everything was wonderful, while Charlie was hugging Alastor.

"See you at the hotel, dad."

"For sure, dear."

Charlie also hugged Lucifer, both of them squeezing each other for a bit until they finally let go, laughing as they breath again.

"Love you, papa!"

"Love you too, duckling. Vaggie, you can come in whenever you want! I will show you the report cards of Charlie in second grade!"

After the two women traspassed the portal, Lucifer closed it off again with a sigh.

"Tired?" asked Alastor, brushing the blonde hair with his claws. Lucifer leaned into the contact, a lazy smile in his lips.

"Yeah" admitted, stretching out.

They both left the dishes to wash in the morning and went up to their bedroom. On the hallway to it they were greeted by the family portrait they got made when Charlie had just turned 18, she sitting in the middle of her two parents as they stand behind her. Lucifer standing proud with both hands on his cane while Alastor's hand was over the shoulder of their daughter.

There were other portraits like that of their little family, alongside the pictures of a more grown up Charlie growing up.

"I feel like I am so out of practice for talking that long. My throat is fucked" commented Lucifer, unbottoning his shirt as they finally came inside. The lights turned on automatically, revealing a bunch of photographs of the three of them mounted on the wall. Some of them looked a bit glitched out on the margins, like something was not quite right, but they were still pretty clear.

Lucifer sat on the edge of their bed and gave up to pretend he wanted to undress the normal way. He just snapped his fingers to have instead his duckie pajama, layind down as he waited Alastor to join him.

"I am surprised you didn't actually showed her any of my pictures" Alastor took out his pocket watch and put on his nighstand, where a frammed photograph of him laying on that same bed with a baby Charlie that finally had stopped crying.

He still remembered how close he was to falling asleep too when suddenly Lucifer appeared with his camera in hand.

You are a parent now, parents appear on the baby pictures, babe. It's part of the deal you signed up for now, had said his husband and he was just way too exhausted, emotionally and physically, to really argue or make the camera explode as he very well could. It was the same day that Charlie had woke up for the first time. The same day that they thought their attempt had been a failure. Alastor had no idea how truly he had wished for it to work until the moment it seemed it wouldn't.

He had only cried a few times when he was alive, back on Earth, before he knew to form a good enough armor. Never since coming to hell.

He still deeply appreciated how, no matter how many times they told the story of that day, Lucifer never once let it slip how the radio demon had shed tears looking at a lifeless Charlie.

"I told you, those ones are for me and Charlie" Lucifer yawned loudly, getting under the covers when he saw Alastor doing the same. "Vaggie will need to get her a nice ring if she wants the family privileges."

"Please, don't say that to Charlie" pointed out Alastor. On the bed, Lucifer hugged at the pillow, turning to him. "What?"

"I like her. She seems nice."

"Did you forget already about the putting an angelic spear against my neck?"

"Oh, I am sorry, mister I am the big bad Radio Demon, overlord with a hundread souls at my disposition. Did the mean fallen angel without an eye or wings scared you? Do you need me to hold your hand?" Lucifer teased, until Alastor raised an eyebrow and he huffed, offended. "Seriously? You thought I wouldn't recognize one of my own?"

"You barely reacted to her presence, you can understand my confusion."

"Oh, please. If she was still an angel, then I would have a reason to be concerned. But us fallen angel have to stick together!" Lucifer moved a little, taking his hand under the covers as he yawned again, his eyes closing already. "Does Charlie know?"

"I wouldn't know." Alastor put away his monocle, accomodating in the bed as the lights turned off with a gesture of his wrist. "I will try to find out. If she doesn't, I assume we won't tell her either."

"Obviously…" Lucifer's voice was starting to drift off. "Falling really, really sucks. Be nice to her, babe."

Alastor kissed his forehead, not promising anything but at least willing to listen to him.

[xxmia0wm4yh3mxx]

GLOOZE

(Chapter: two)

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Part 2 of my crap fic of my comfort au

Everyones kinda ooc Sorry :(

Its also kinda bad and Cringe

Part 1

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Caine: Today's Adventure is... HUNT FOR THE LEGENDARY ALIBEARMOOSECOON!

Caine announced Today's Adventure with usaul grander and gusto

Caine: The Legend says that Deep in the Forest Of Mount Allapackawape Is a Terrifying Monster with the Head of an Alligator, The body of a Bear, antlers of a Moose and The tail of a Raccoon!

Bubble popped out His hat

Bubble: A Big scary Monster? Sounds horrifying!!

Caine: Extremely Terrifying!

Bubble: ...Sounds kinda Hot-

Caine popped Bubble before he could say anything else

Caine: Your Job is to Hunt down this Hideous Helicopter and Save The People of AllapackaWape! Good Luck!

Caine snapped his Fingers and Summoned a Portal, As the Cast starting heading for the portal when Caine stopped them When He saw The Boy following them

Caine: Woah, Woah, Woah! Where do you think your Going Son?

The Boy: I dunno, Mount ally-backy-wamp Or whatever dumb thing you said

Caine: ....Are you sure you want To go? I mean, I don't want to Ruin Your Circus Experience but its quite Dangerous for a Child like you to go without A Parent or Guardian

Jax: C'mon Caine let the Kid come, Isn't This a Place for "All Ages?"

Caine: I-I Know, It's just my responsibility to Keep you happy and sane, And I'm afraid This Adventure Might be To Extreme for him

The Boy: pfft I'm notta Baby, Crapface!

Ragatha: Woah! Hey! Caine's just trying to help, Theres no Need to be Angry!

The Boy rolls his Eye

The Boy: I don't need his Help because He's an Idiot! And I don't Anybody else!

The Boy Jumped through the Portal

Caine: wah- HEY! That is no way to speak to your Ringmaster!

Pomni: Don't worry Caine I'll talk to him, Kid! Wait!

She Jumped through the Portal followed by the rest of the cast, Caine watched the portal closed, He was Worried about the Child and was definitely worried about Him possibly getting lost or scared

Caine: Tsk. Tsk. what a Troubled Boy...

Rogerg popped out of a trash can, eating a apple

Rogerg: Don't you have your own kid to worry about?

Caine: GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY! ENOCKS STILL HIDING AND I HAVEN'T SEEKED HIM YET!

He poofed out and Rogerg rolled his eyes

Deep In the Forest of Mount AllapackaWape, The cast Was hiking on the Allapackawape Trail Taking in the peaceful Sights of nature, Expect for Pomni who Was Trying to catch up to The Slime Boy trying to escape

Pomni: Hey! Kid! Wait Up!

The Boy: Go away Loser!

He tried to slink away but Pomni grabbed him by the back of his neck, He was trying to squirm away from her grasp like a Cat or a gelatinous Snake

Pomni: Would You cut it out?!

The Boy: @#$% Off Lady!

He flung his body away from her grasp and face planted on the Dirt Trail

Pomni: Done Now?

Boy: Fine. Whatever. Just don't tell me what to do

The boy reluctantly joined the Rest of The cast

Pomni: look...I know your only a kid and you don't know any better, But you really shouldn't Talk To Caine Like that When he only wanted to keep you safe

The Boy: *Raspberries* I Talks How I want to Clown Lady!

He slithered away from her

Pomni: HEY! Look, kid, I know its Scary, Being so far from home, trapped In a world that your not used to, stuck in a body that isn't yours, Being So far away from your parents... You must miss them alot...

The Boy: Hmmm.... Nah, I don't

He slinked away

Pomni: Wait, What?

Ragatha: Isn't This Nice? I Almost Forgot How Peaceful The adventures can be! Right Jax?

Jax Was staring at a white baby Rabbit Chewing On a leaf

Jax: Huh- What- Uh Yeah sure, cool... (it kinda looks like Patches)

Queenie: Oh Darling Look! Forget-met-nots, and delightful! And a.... Whats that Bug Near It?

Kinger: It looks like a Monarch Butterfly Dear!

Queenie: *gasp* A fellow monarch!

She Let the Butterfly climb unto her Fingers, Both admiring the white spots and black Stripes

Zooble Picked Up a Red feather

Zooble: Hey You Think Niku would Like this? Like maybe It could be and antenna or a finger or something

Gangle: Oh its Beautiful! Maybe we can Find more... Oh look!

She pointed to a Blue Feather stuck in a Tree

Gangle: Its even Their Favorite Color!

Zooble: I dunno... Its kinda High up

Gangle: Don't worry I got It!

Gangle climbed up the Tree And reached Out for the Feather, before she could grab it The Branch Started to creak and break and she Fell down a ditch

Zooble: GANGLE!

They slid down the ditch

Zooble: Gangle, You alright?

Gangle was face down in the dirt, Her Comedy Mask broken

Gangle: ...Did...Did I get it?

Zooble: Don't worry about it, what matters is you're okay, ...wait, Whats that?

Zooble poked their head out of the Bushes

Zooble: hey Guys, I Think I found Something

The Rest of the Cast Slid down the Hill and saw The trees Covered In giant Claw marks

Kinger: We must be getting close!

Jax: Okay, heres what were gonna do, One of you guys Will Be bait, And Then I sneak up behind it and Stab repeatedly

Zooble: Oh wow, Great idea Jax, and What happens when in stabs you back?

Queenie held up Her Axe

Queenie: I SAY WE BEHEAD THE BEAST!

Ragtha: Wait! We don't have to kill it! Maybe Theirs a way we can trap it and release it far away from the mountain, what do You think Pomni?

Pomni: Um... Well maybe... Wait a second, where's the New guy?

Jax: I dunno, your the one who told Caine who'd watch him

Pomni: Oh God, We lost him!

Ragatha: D-don't Worry! He couldn't have gone far, We just have to Find him!

Later, The Boy was Walking in the forest by himself, using his Gelatinous body to Easily slither past the thrush

The Boy: Watta Bunch of Freaks... I don't need them! I don't need anyone! Im going to punch that Stupid Bear-Moose in the face and show them How brave and awesome I am! And If that Teeth face guy or those Psycho-Aid-Lia-Losers will know if they start acting weird, Im gonna Beat there #$@%es!

Twig snapped and The boy shrieked like a Girl

The Boy: *Cough* I mean- WHO GOES THERE?!

The Boy: God thats stupid, Who Goes their? Who shes that? What am I a-

A shadow loomed over the Boy, with Giant Antlers and a Alligators Snout

The Boy: Is it raining or Something- OH MY GOD-

Pomni: God, Why'd he have to Wander off? Anyone find anything?

Kinger: I think I found Some Green Stuff!

Zooble: Thats just Moss Kinger

Kinger: Oh

Gangle: M-Maybe We should Split up?

Jax: Well then everyone gets lost Stupid!

Zooble: Watch Your Mouth Jack@#%

Ragatha: Guys Stop! We shouldn't be fighting with eachother when A Kid is Lost in the forest with a Monster on the loose, We should Just stay calm and-

AAAAAAAA-

A blood curdling scream rang through the Forest

Pomni: Oh God! Thats him!

Queenie: OFF WITH ITS HEAD!

Queenie took out her Battleaxe and Sprinted towards the Screaming, Kinger eagerly following behind her

Kinger: Wait for Me Love!

Everyone Ran to the Screams of the Boy, And Found The Boy cowering against a rock with the Alibearmoosecoon, Cornering Him, The Beast Let out a roar which sounded like a mix between a Bear and a Moose

Pomni: DON'T WORRY, JUST STAY THERE WE'RE GONNA GET HELP!

Jax: I Got This!

Jax Took out his Pocket knife and Jumped on the back of the Beast and jammed the Blade deep in Its back, The Beast led out another Roar and Fell on its back before getting back up on its Giant paws, Leaving Jax Squished like a pancake, Gangle snickered at this

Jax: Ow...

Zooble: Nice going Dumb@#$

Queenie: STEP ASIDE, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS BEAST!

The Alibearmoosecoon rushed towards her, She Used her axe to Parry against the beasts Antlers

Kinger: Woo! Go Queenie!

Kinger Clapped his Hands excitedly, Cheering for His wife, Pomni Snuck Past the Monster and Made her Way To The Boy

Pomni: Kid, Come with me! I'll get you out!

The Boy formed his hand to reach Pomni for a moment, before Retracting it back into himself

The Boy: I Told You! IM NOT A BABY!

The Boy lauched himself like a Spring and Jumped on the Beast's back and started punching it weakly, The Monster Flung its Head to the side, trying to Reach The Boy, Queenie went flying into the forest

Kinger: QUEENIE!

The Boy Grabbed the Alibearmoosecoon's antlers holding on like it was a Mechanical Bull Ride

The Boy: WA-HOO! DIE STUPID MOOSE, DIE!

Pomni: KID GET DOWN FROM THERE!! GUYS, DO SOMTHING!

Jax: What can We Do?!

Pomni: I Dont Know!? Something!?

Gangle Looked around Looking for something to Help, She Picked up a small Rock and Threw it at the Monster, The Monster Looked over to The rest of the cast and Started charging towards them sending them Running into the woods

Jax: Nice Going Ribbons! Now were all gonna Die!

Ragatha: NO ONE IS GOING TO DIE!

The Boy still holding on for dear Life and still punching The Monster on the Head, Poked the Beast in The Eye getting slime stuck in it, It scream in Pain and Flung the Boy off of It, Throwing Him against a Tree, The beast went charging at him and Started vigorously Clawing at the poor Child

Pomni: NO!!!

The boy Was nothing left put splatters of goo across the forest, The Creature turned back to Finsh the rest of the Cast, When the goop on its Alligator face started moving down its body and Towards where the boy was Previously cowering

Pomni: Huh?!

Gangle: Whats happening?!

The Slime splattered on the leaves, bushes, trees and rocks slithered towards eachother and formed a pile and into a small tower and into The boy, His Bright Orange Eye shooting across the area

The Boy: Im alive? IM ALIVE!

The beast roared at him again, and the Boy Ran launched himself into the forest with the Monster charging towards him, The boy Grabbed unto branches to push himself futher

Ragatha: HANG ON! WERE COMING!

Infront of him the Boy saw a giant ravine and stopped and clung to a tree branch right before he could fall, The Alibearmoosecoon ran right into The Ravine, it levitated in the air for a Moment Before Quietly saying "Uh Oh" and fell to its demise

Everyone Just looked down into the ravine completely expressionless

Jax: Huh, Can We go back now?

Later, everyone was exiting the portal and Into the Circus

Caine: Welcome Back you Malpracticed Mangos! I hope you all had a Wonderful experience!

Caine floated down to Pomni

Caine: So Did You talk To him?

Pomni: Well kinda-

She was cut off By the Boy Screaming and Falling from the ceiling and splattered on the floor and Reformed without a scratch

The Boy: COOL!!

The Boy intentionally sprinted into a nearby wall

Ragatha: um... What are you doing?

The Boy: I'M INVINCIBLE!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!! I gotta see what else I can Do!

Pomni: Hey Wait!

Caine: Well At least he doesn't seem mad at me anymore!

Pomni gave him the side eye

Caine: What?

The continued to Test his New indestructiblity with increasingly More dangerous acts, He ran up To Gangle who was Gifting a Red feather to Niku

Gangle: I'm sorry I couldn't get you a Blue one

Niku: Quite Alright!! Much appreciated Muma!

Niku Stuck The Feather on the Side of Their head

The Boy: Hey Guys Look!

The Boy took three Knives and threw up in the Air, Letting them land On his Head and Niku and Gangle Screamed in horror and Shock

Niku: How could anyone do Such a Thing?!

The Boy: Calm down, Im fine! Wanna See it Again?

Niku: Nononononononon! Please no!

The boy rolled his eye and oozed away, and climbed up slithered up The giant Blocks unto the top

The boy: BEHOLD! THE MOST SPECULAR STUNT YOU HAVE EVER SEEN!

Princessa: What on earth Is he Doing?

Patchricia shrugged and they both looked up at him

The Boy leaped down the blocks, Splattering himself all over the Floor getting Bits of himself all Over the Two Girls, causing them both to Scream

Patchricia: EEEEEEEEWWW!!!

Princessa: GROSS, GROSS GROSS GET IT OFF!

They boy reshaped himself not leaving a single drop

The Boy: Pfft Losers

Patchricia: FREAK!

The Boy: Whatever, You can go Get Stabbed!

The Boy continued his Self-injury spree, each one becoming more and more dangerous, Squishing himself under Blocks, Letting Gloinks try to tear him apart, Even setting himself ablaze, Making Every person with morals concerned

Princely: STOP IT! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!!

The Boy: Calm Down dude! I won't get hurt!

Princely: Why is He doing this?! Isn't he scared?!

Princessa: He doesn't have A real body Princely, Just pure Glop

Princely: I know, but still!

The Boy carried on to injure himself through the week, Testing the Limits of his Resistance to pain, stabbing himself with Darts, Beheading himself with Queenie's axe, and even shooting himself with a Gun He found, even Making the most nonchalant cast members and Pals uncomfortable

The Boy: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!! IM GONNA LIVE FOREVER!!!-

He was cut off when he Felt a Sharp, pricking sensation shoot through his Eye, He couldn't See what it was Because He went completely blind, He screamed in pain as loud as possible, calling For help

Enock dropped the Bow

Enock: OH MY GOSH! MOM! MOM!

Pomni was Helping Him get the Arrow out of his eye, pulling on it Causing more Pain For the Poor boy

The Boy: OW! OW! OW!-

Pomni: Hold still!

Pomni was able to yank the Arrow out of His eye, letting The Boys vision return

Pomni: Maybe you shouldn't play with Arrows...

The Boy: Yeah Okay..- Wait No- Im mean- YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!! I DO WHAT I WANT!!

The Boy Raspberries at Pomni and Sprung away

Pomni: HEY!

The Boy slithered away from Everyone

The Boy: Whatta bunch of loser dorks...

Enock: GREENIE GUY! GREENIE GUY!

The Boy: Oh great...

Enock ran Up to him, Crying profusely

Enock: IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO SHOOT YOU IN THE EYE ITS JUST YOUR FACE LOOKED KINDA LIKE A TARGET AND I GOT CONFUSED I KNOW YOU ASKED ME TO SHOOT YOU WITH A ARROW BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE AND MY AIM IS REALLY AND I'M SOOOORRRYYY

Enock continued to Apologize to him over and over, nearly incomprehensible due to his Crying, The Boy Just stared at him like he was bathing in peanut and jelly in public naked

The Boy: Dude- Dude- Dude calm down its fine! Im okay! God!

Enock: Are you sure?! You're not upset?!

The Boy: Well.. I mean...

Enock out stretched his Arms and The boy back away from him

The Boy: Weirdo...

Enock: *sniffles* sorry...

The Boy oozed away from Enock, leaving him crying by all by himself and alone

Caine: Heya Sport! I found a Rock that kinda looked your Mother and-

Caine Noticed His Son was Crying

Caine: Enock what's wrong son?

Enock: *sniffles* I accidentally shoot the slimy guy and He's mad at me now

Caine: You shot him?!

Enock: Yeah... With a Bow

Caine: Well You go around bull's eyeing your friends Ennie!

Enock: I know! But he asked me To!

Caine: He asked you... To shoot him with a arrow..

Enock: Yeah! A-and earlier I saw him Eta Bomb!

Caine: He ate.. A Bomb..

Bubble: A Delicious Gourmet Meal!!

Caine: As he been Hurting himself for a while now?

Enock: yeah 'vrebody tells him to stop but he doesn't lishen! I kinda... scared for him...

Caine: hmmm... I need to Go talk to You're Uncle about this, Here play with Your giraffe! Love you kid!

Caine poofed away and Summoned a yellow Balloon Giraffe splotched in colorful spots and Two Big googly eyes That could Stare into your soul lovingly, The Giraffe-puppy Barked happily and Licked Enock's Tears away

Enock: Nanner!!

Enock squeezed Bananer gently

The Next morning The Boy slowly opened His to Be Jump scared by Caine appearing at of nowhere and screaming at him causing the boy to scream back

The Boy: AHH-

Caine: AHH-

The Boy: AHH-

Caine: AHH-

The Boy: WHY ARE YOU HERE?!

Caine: THATS A GOOD QUESTION- *Cough*

Thats a good Question!

Caine: Ive been Told that You have been expressing yourself In harmful ways, And its making everyone very... Disturbed...

The Boy: Yeah, But, I Can't get hurt so what?

Caine: Well I'd hate to interfere with Your Self expression, But maybe You Could find another way to make yourself entertain-

The Boy: I DO WHATEVER I WANT! YOU DON'T CONTRIL ME, DENTURES!

The Boy sprung away but Caine stretched out his arm and pulled him back to Him, Holding him like a Hissy Kitten

The Boy: LET ME GO YOU @#$%!!

Caine: Now, Now son theres No reason to Get explicit, I've Come to Bring You Good news!

The Boy stopped thrashing and looked at him

The Boy: Really? What?

The Caine: Your gonna go to School with your new Friends, The P.A.Ls!!

The Boy: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-

END OF CHAPTER 2

Part 3

[brionysea]

i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways

#will and johnathan byers 

this is fascinating can you please elaborate on this? i have so many questions rn lol

primarily thinking about their familial situation. their dad sucks and joyce rightfully kicked him out. lonnie gets brought up around jonathan ALL THE TIME, he NEVER shuts up about him, while will honestly seems to have completely forgotten that man even exists. lonnie doesn't live rent free in will's head at all. and that, of course, is because joyce and jonathan both protected will from lonnie in a way that never happened for jonathan. you can see the differing effects in how jonathan and will react to bob trying to fill the "mister mom" role in season 2; will thinks bob seems cool (said in a "idk, he's fine but i don't really care" kinda way) while jon is beyond wary and seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. jonathan's acceptance of hopper in the accidental parent role (to an extent) (hop is still an authority figure bossing teenagers around so jonathan has to not listen to him at certain points) (which is exactly what the wheelers do with their actual parents) is also interesting in contrast.

will's thing of being, like. constantly annoyed at everyone trying to take care of him (except mike, it's okay when mike does it) is framed as mostly a ptsd thing from the upside down but it's ALSO kind of his entire life? jonathan got parentified by age [15/16/???/how old was he in season 1?/charlie heaton was like 30 so i won't believe it anyway but whatever] and was working part time and raising will instead of just being his big brother because joyce as a single mother with mental health issues and their current financial situation couldn't really do it on her own. everyone looks after will. all the time.

the only will-lonnie connections are made through other characters eg. joyce saying lonnie used to call will queer, jonathan talking about will's disappearance in indianapolis, hopper's distrust of lonnie, and the audience being able to deduce from jonathan's story about the rabbit and will's ability to use a gun that something similar happened between will and lonnie. it's more distant because it isn't really associated with lonnie in will's mind - he seems kind of over it in comparison to jonathan - but it's mildly fascinating that will's stuff revolves around this idea of being gentle. lonnie challenging that nature and trying to change who will is as a person out of his own personal biases is of course awful, but even if will doesn't seem to care or consciously think about lonnie as a person anymore, that criticism of his character must have stuck with him to some extent, if only to double down on who he is (in essence, the "soft doesn't mean weak" trope)

will didn't even shoot the big scary monster that was chasing him! he could have, but he didn't, because that's not who he is! he is not what his father tried to make him! meanwhile jonathan went the opposite direction and changed his whole self in response to lonnie's disruption on their lives, making himself a doormat for other people's wants and needs because he's seen where conflict goes and he doesn't want any more of that, thank you very much

with will, there's this overall idea that because of the way he is he's more fragile and delicate and needs to be taken care of more and. it's not BAD that jonathan wants to take care of his little brother! especially with everything that's happened. but you can see how it would drive will nuts, and it's really not good for jonathan to put himself aside like that either. it's going to be so good for all of them when will finally speaks up (which he already did a little bit in the season 2 halloween episode) and tells jonathan it's okay to live his own life

i guess you could say that jonathan tried to fill the paternal role for will instead of the sibling one which is why will's issues are more to do with jonathan than lonnie?

[fr-wiwiw]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @lienwyn! it's been ages but i have time to do this one now! Thank you for the tag dear ✨

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm not. My mom's eldest brother gave me my name collaboratively with my parents. It was supposed to be something different like great figure from my country but it felt like a huge responsibility, so they changed it thank God for that lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just today. I wouldn't say full on crying, just a minute or less type of crying when you feel overwhelmed by something or when your brain decides to rewind a certain event in your head.

3. Do you have kids?

No but I have a baby turtle that I love <3

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes yea when I'm having certain conversations with my group of friends or when we're playing online games and if there's a current event (ex: politic figure doing something foolish), it will jump out if i'm flabbergasted once or twice.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm.. depends. But my eyes would scan them up and down- and I realized that can come off as eyeing them like i'm some kind of arrogant person. I'm sorry to these people, I never meant to come off like that. But i like observing creatures and I draw too, so I tend to see them as a whole or if they behave and talk in certain ways and tone. I just notice things

6. What's your eye colour?

Dark brown almost black if there's no lighting. Typical asian eye color

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending. I cannot watch scary movies bcs of my strong visualization and imagination. I can visualize almost anything from my memory and imagine them do anything next to me right here right now. It's... uncomfortable especially when my brain decides to scare me when I see dark places. it's the downside of being an artist

8. Any special talents?

So far.. I'm good at art related things. I want to try my hands on sculpting, painting in canvas, diorama, play more music instruments as a hobby and many more. But I don't have the time and money, hopefully in the future. I just love being involved in my curiosity and see what I can make out of it xD

I'm also good at reading people and situations. I'm a big empath too which comes in handy when I imagine or write. Or connect to people. I'm people's go to listener usually hahah but I create some more boundaries for this. It drains me because I feel deeply.

9. Where were you born?

Indonesia.

10. What are your hobbies?

Uh.. drawing, reading, playing video games, writing, listening to music, sing, eat out and take walks in mall or just strolling through shop marts.

11. Do you have pets?

Yes. I once had 2 red eared slider turtles for 11 years. Then 2 mini pomeranian, and another baby read eared slider turtle which sadly didn't make it for only a month. But my friend gave me another baby turtle, she's always ravenous and lively ^^ so cute.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Oh man.. I played a lotta sports I even got a tan back then lol. Futsal (indoor soccer), soccer, kasti (kinda like softball / baseball), swimming, running, basketball, badminton. Would love to try snowboarding tho ngl it looks fun but I heard it's damn expensive. And horse riding. The only sport I play now is playing console games😂 would love to be active at sports again in the future

13. How tall are you?

156cm (5'11)

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English and art (but depends on the teacher)

15. Dream job?

Right now? A freelance or full time artist with stable income or good amount of followers to pay off my day to day living without a worry. I am a freelance artist, just not financially stable yet. Hope I can get there

I'm so late to this particular tag game so I apologize if any of you have been tagged before. @gaylilsherlock @uhhhhmanda @gayautisticraccoon @briwates @technitango @kdramastrix

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How was Daera’s relationship with her grandparents? She would’ve been 16 and 19 when Aly and Jae died, respectively. How close was she with Baelon? Was she more like him or Alyssa or barely resembled her parents (in both appearance and character)? Was she close to Gael? How did she take her death?

answers are under the cut because this took much more words than expected. and thank you for the ask anon! ❤️

How close was she with Baelon? Was she more like him or Alyssa or barely resembled her parents (in both appearance and character)?

While Daera hasn’t taken much after Alyssa in looks, except for her green eyes and a more golden than silver sheen to her hair, she does share her mother’s willful, stubborn and spirited nature; but different to her very much enjoys the lady-like activities her mother had reportedly shunned.

Baelon, like Alysanne, doted on and was very protective of her as a response to Alyssa and Aegon’s death and up until her betrothal to Viserys they were very close.

How was Daera’s relationship with her grandparents?

Before Jaehaerys decided that she would wed Viserys, her relationship with her grandparents was pretty good. Daera adored the attention and adoration she received from Alysanne and while Jaehaerys was always a bit scary and didn’t spend much time with her, she liked him well enough.

However after the decision for her marriage was made, these relationships quickly deteriorated. Daera felt extremely betrayed by both her father and grandmother for not doing anything to help her when she made it clear that she had no interest in marrying her brother and many of Alysanne’s efforts (like delaying the first bedding as much as possible) went unrecognised as a result.

With Jaehaerys being the King and still kinda scary to a young Hedaera, she took most of her anger out on her grandmother and father, so when Daera gave birth for the first time she said a lot of very hurtful things and even refused to have Alysanne in the room with her.

Daera eventually realises that Alysanne, in her way, did all she could to help her, short of smuggling her out of the capital. She only had the power Jaehaerys allowed her to have and Daera starts to actually pity her grandmother as she grows older.

At the time of Alysanne’s death she still has some anger for her but is starting to grapple with the reality she is and Alysanne has been living in and that despite being Queen her grandmother sometimes was powerless to change certain things.

When it comes to Jaehaerys, Daera may or may not have had a hand in his death fueled by bouts of depression. She despises him and the way he treated his daughters and granddaughters, so she does not mourn him at all. She might have even celebrated his death if it didn’t mean that now Viserys would be crowned and she would be put in her grandmother’s shoes.

Was she close to Gael? How did she take her death? 

Gael was one of Hedaera’s childhood companions along with Aemma and Daera liked her very much. They were both like big sisters to her. While Gael was being hidden away from court during her pregnancy, Daera kept her company and later helped her through the labour (Daera herself had just a year prior been through her first birth) as well as comforted her when the baby didn’t live. Her suicide hit her very hard. 

In the happy AU for Daera she names her second son after her.

[ficklecat]

OC Intro: Violet Roberta Hughes

(dialogue responses to the OC interview prompt)

1. Please state your full name and occupation.

“Violet Roberta Hughes. I’m a biology student in undergrad, but I’m about to graduate soon!”

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

“Ummmm…let’s see. Well I’m a Scorpio for starters so feel free to make your assumptions on that! I love creepy stuff, big fan of horror and all things spooky. My brain is Halloweentown 365. What else…I love to cook and bake, I’m always trying out new recipes with Manny and Finn as my Guinea pigs. I like video games but I’m no good at them, I love movies, and I’m a closeted nerd. There’s plenty more but I never know what to say with questions like this!”

3. How would you describe your childhood?

“I mean…not terrible. Not the greatest though. My parents hate each other and before they divorced they fought a lot. My dad’s a classic abusive drunk, and my mom is super critical. I think it made her bitter though, she didn’t always used to be. Or maybe she did, I don’t know. My dad always tried to have fun with me and mom was the hardass. It’s easy to see now they were trying to play me against each other. They probably still do, whatever. After they divorced things got a little easier but wasn’t the same. But the fights and stuff stopped, no booze in the house anymore, that kind of thing.”

4. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

“When I was suuuper little I wanted to be what I called a ‘grave guard,’ which I guess was like a security guard for cemeteries? I have no clue where I got that idea, I don’t even think that’s a real thing!”

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

“This is gonna sound so shitty of me but I kinda don’t. Most people I know are just like…fully faking it till they make it, and that’s fine, everyone is, but I don’t want to put anyone on a pedestal for faking it slightly better than everyone else.”

6. Are you introverted or extroverted? Why?

“I’m both I think. I like my ‘me time’ but I also love being with my people, or people in general. I think it’s a shame some people ‘hate’ being around others. It’s so lonely sounding. I get it for some but still, I don’t think I’ve ever been that way.”

7. How would you describe yourself in three words?

“Ugh this is hard. I’m so much more than three words!” (laughs) “Hm. Ok. Stubborn probably. Caring, but—more like nurturing I think. And…I don’t know. So many words come to mind! Let’s say thoughtful. Stubborn, nurturing, and thoughtful.”

8. What do you like to do for fun?

“Definitely love to bake or make stuff in general. I like crafts even if I’m not good at them, and I can’t be trusted to go into a Michael’s alone.” (laughs) “But I really like doing movie nights with Finn and Manny. I always pick a scary one usually and Finn gets all flustered and spooked, it’s so cute. We watched Hereditary recently and Manny and I were just obsessing over Toni Collette because how can you not, and meanwhile Finn was literally sitting there watching from between his fingers. So adorable. He puts up with a lot from us.”

9. What's your greatest achievement? Why do you consider this your greatest achievement?

This has been answered in an ask, check the tag to see!

10. What's your biggest goal? How do you hope to achieve this?

“My biggest goal used to be to get married to a good man, but that was really more of my mom’s goal for me. Now, I think it’s just to find myself fully, to fully realise who I am. I know that’s cliche, but I’ve done so much self-discovery just in the past year and it feels so good, to learn and know yourself better each day. It’s like…playing in your childhood bedroom again, you’re finding all your favourite toys and remembering their stories. I don’t know. It’s like that. And I don’t even know how I’m achieving it. I think when I finally let myself just…be who I am, and found people to support that, it was easy. It came naturally. I’m super grateful.”

11. What does your dream room/house look like? Would you mind showing some inspiration pictures?

“I’d totally live in a haunted mansion or some shit but Finn would never sleep again, and he’s already an insomniac, so I think I’ll have to pass.” (laughs)

12. How would you describe your style?

“I wanna say subdued goth. I wear mostly black with pops of colour, like pink and red and blue and stuff, and I love to accessorise. In high school I was definitely more into it but doing two hours of makeup and dress in the morning is not it anymore.”

13. What's your favorite song?

“Ugh! I can’t pick, honestly. I listen to music all the time. I guess right now I’ve got Ghosting by Mother Mother on repeat a lot, so that one.”

14. Where are you happiest?

“Wherever Finn and Manny are, truthfully. I’ve never been so happy as when I am with them. They just bring out the best in me and each other. I love being around them.”

15. Who is the most important person in your life? Why?

“Besides my partners, I need to say…probably me. I know that sounds selfish but I’m really trying to focus on what it feels like to show up for myself and I think part of that is learning that at the end of the day, you’ve only got you. Before anyone. Might as well treat her right.”

16. Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

“You know I always go back and forth on this. I did with my ex, then I didn’t when he broke my heart, then I did again, then I didn’t. Now…I don’t know. Maybe. If I do, it’s because of Finn and Manny. But if I don’t it’s only because I believe the heart wants different things at different times, and I think that gives it space to grow. I know, that’s so cheesy, but that’s how I can put it in words.”

17. Have you ever been in love?

“For sure. I’ve thought I’ve been in love way more often though. Now I know what it really feels like, I think.”

18. Have you ever been kissed?

“I was kissed just before I came in here!” (giggles)

19. Describe an average day in your life.

“Warning, it’s boring! Basically I just go to class and hang out with the polycule after. I prefer to have all my classes done by the afternoon which means I force myself to attend 8AM’s, but it’s worth it. I can get home or go to Finn’s and take care of things, do chores or homework or whatever, and just have a nice afternoon to myself. I also try to have lunch with my friend Ash at least once a week, but she works a lot so it’s hard to be consistent.”

20. Describe your nighttime routine.

“It depends on where I’m sleeping honestly. If it’s by myself at my place I’ll usually just watch a show in the background and scroll on my phone or do homework and stuff until I’m tired. Then I’ll remove my makeup and go to bed. I try not to use my phone in bed much but that doesn’t always work. That’s during the week, but most weekends we stay at Finn’s place and if I’m there it’s usually hanging out after dinner, maybe—well, usually—we’ll have sex and then I’ll take a shower because he has one of those really great rainfall shower heads that I love. After that I’ll drink some tea with Finn or cuddle with Manny upstairs until we all fall asleep.”

21. (Make up a question) Tell us a “low-stakes” unpopular opinion you have.

“I LIKE candy corn!! Yeah it’s weird and overly sweet but it’s candy! Of course it is! It’s pure sugar! And YES the different colours totally taste different I will die on this hill!” (laughs) “Manny bought me a bumper sticker for my car that says ‘end the stigma’ and it’s got candy corn all over it I love it! Candy corn is good, it deserves respect. It’s the herald of spooky season, that’s an honour itself!”

[snooziep]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Tagged by @her-pegship <3

1. Were you named after anyone? no, neither my sister nor i - not many women in my family but my parents just went with names they like.  my mum had a family middle name (king - not double-barrelled with her surname, just middle name king so it stayed with her when she married) which she hated so didn’t give to us.  i get why, but i do think it would have been kinda cool.

2. When was the last time you cried? listening to “my favorite murder” last night - it was a survivor story and those always get me.  in fact it really doesn’t take much to make me cry - happy stuff, sad stuff, memes, donkeys, tv, sunsets, books, people being nice, gifs of ducks......

3. Do you have kids? no.  i have kids in my life (niece and nephew and god-daughter etc) so best of both worlds - all the fun and not much responsibility

4. Do you use sarcasm? of COURSE not

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? height. not sure why! i am quite tall I guess and have been since i was quite young so maybe it became a thing in my head in those formative years.  and it has no bearing on my opinion of them. it just somehow registers in my head whether they are taller or shorter than me.  this has been exacerbated by zoom.  i have colleagues i didn’t meet in the flesh for a couple of years and when i met them it was always “huh taller/shorter than i imagined”

6. What’s your eye colour? blue/grey/bloodshot

7. Scary movies or happy endings? a bit of both? scary then happy at the end? although i do love a good wtf ending. i read a lot stephen king in my teens so i like that “yeah happy ending.... wait... what?  nnooOOOOOOO!”

8. Any special talents? I sing, and I have a knack for finding/tracking obscure facts and trivia. this is @her-pegship’s answer and oooh that’s me too!!

9. Where were you born? Nottingham, UK

10. What are your hobbies? jigsaws, tv/cinema/reading, singing in a choir, propagating succulents, fact forum on facebook (started on myspace - yes i am that old!)

11. Have any pets? i had rats for a while.  loved them dearly but even they were too much responsibility haha.  so for now it is plant babies.

12. What sports do/have you played? you wouldn’t know it if you met me now, but i played volleyball right through my 20s and i danced (ballet and tap) from 8 to around 30. but now it’s a big fat NO

13. How tall are you? 5 foot 8 (173cm)

14. Favorite subject at school?  physics and chemistry

15. Dream job? i have worked in the civil service for 30 years and aim to retire in 2025 but i think i will get a little shop job.  i did that in my 6th form and loved in - in a paper shop selling fags and sweets (and newspapers). that’ll suit me.  tidying the shelves, chitchatting to folks. folding up my tabard at the end of my shift and heading home with weary feet but an relaxed brain.

tagging some folks but happy to hear from anyone (and obviously dont feel obliged!!!) @imsfire2 @letsby @ladyk23 @katsdisturbed @obishenshenobi @fishyandclintbarton @arms-and-arrows  @dannybagpipesarecalling @sarabeth72 @keyrousse @iriel3000 @redsector-a @cakeisnotpie @taketheshot21 @hijirikaww

[waitineedaname]

Okay cool beans, I was like 99.99% sure you'd be okay with it but like, I figured it was polite to ask lmao

Anyway thoughts on how Ed and Al came to be fostered by the Curtises in your modern AU? Would love to hear if you have thoughts on Sig's relationship with the boys too, in this house we love and appreciate Dad Sig! Also I noticed Ed is trans in that fic, and I wonder how that went over with them! Supportive yes, but I'd love to hear more <3

I was actually writing something about them first getting fostered by the Curtises recently! I should pick that wip back up tbh. I'm gonna put this under the cut bc my response got kinda long!

I think the Elrics' origin is pretty similar to canon -- their dad left when they were really young and they don't know why, and their mom died of an illness not long after. The Rockbells took them in for a while bc their families were close, but after Winry's parents died, it was just Pinako taking care of three children, and she's just one old lady, so they ended up in foster care

Sig is the one who suggested becoming foster parents, since they couldn't have kids of their own but they both really wanted to be parents. Izumi was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed. The Elrics were probably around eight and nine? And they ended up staying with the Curtises p much until they turn eighteen (I'm tempted to say the Curtises officially adopt them)

Sig adores these boys. Izumi does too, but she's the Tough One, she's willing to play bad cop. On the McDonald's alignment chart, she's the one who drives up to order a black coffee, meanwhile he's the one to actually buy the boys Happy Meals. Sig might look big and scary but he's really a huge softy and he loves his foster sons a lot :')

As for Ed being trans, it went over pretty easy with the Curtises! Actually, here's an excerpt from that wip:

The brothers probably were considered a problem case by the foster system, but the Curtises Do Not Care. Ed being trans is the least of their concerns. Once puberty starts creeping on the horizon, they help him figure out hormones, and they make sure his schools respect his name or else they will face the wrath of Izumi Curtis, and no one wants to face her wrath

[oswednesday]

this dream journal i was like a student at a college in a fantasy setting and i was doing some kinda mental map therapy child parent and in this setting my parents werent awful awful but i also had a wider set of them like my Birth parent if you will was a drider and driders in my dream like adopt out the more Humanoid children and my Host Parent was a high elf who taught at the school and was probs responsible for setting up this meet and greet therapy? and then my first foster parents were like my real life parents in a fantasy setting where they were just like underpreforming my dad was fixated on repairing a house that existed outside of time space and was away and my mom was just personality like she is i think they were both tallmen, my second foster parents were like generic nice tv couple-core but sometimes they didnt understand my needs because of that so it was like creating physical/metaphysical challenges for them to Get what i needed so like when they'd mess up a part of their bodies would be like blasted off and the host parent would heal it and lose some memory and like soon that was happening to others who healed but theyd gain it back by acting it out and by then there were like grandparents and stuff involved and by the end it was like they learnt a lot about me and i about them and then my roommates came in (it was like attached to the campus but like this mini kinda beachy style house?) and i was like haha yeah sorry can you help me clean up all the death traps, i think of note the drider parent tried like the hardest at first/over all given that they dont like care for children past baby in my dream, the dorm i was in was like students who would clearly be in harms way if they were in a dorm of high elves who have never seen anything other than another elf, i was the most Humanoid but i had like, spiders have similar eyes to humans, but my eyes were like scary spider eyes and when i opened my mouth it was all spider parts in there and i had like 9% spidery legs like spider paws spider joints spider fur and kinda like sensory bits that i could hide with clothes and my hair moved/laid weird like urticating bristles that just got like long and gathered on the head and ass fat but was otherwise An Elf, my other roommates were a panda girl/gnome and a duck girl (maybe some kind of halfling who was more animal than not) and a dragonborne before i woke up i got a glimpse into the other students lives like the duck girl and her partner kept being picked up over the communication devices from her room and the panda girl was raising a bunch of animals for her major and the dragonborn had like a big do not disturb sign on her? bedroom door (i was going to their rooms to try and get them to participate in a dormitory challenge like one of those door decorating things)

[viridiansilverwing]

🌸 Viridian

I'm sorry I took so long to answer this, I hope I didn't make you nervous. But I wanted to give you a good answer.

I'm afraid I don't have one because we just met each other! I like you, and I know I like you, but I don't know why yet!

I can tell you some things I like about you, but they may not be the Reasons I Like You.

I like not being the oldest. Technically, okay, Soundblaster was the oldest, not me, but he doesn't have the feeling of Responsibility for all of our siblings that I have. Soundblaster likes to avoid being Responsible and mostly he just hangs with Dedication.

Our parents are good parents and they didn't ask me to help with our younger siblings as much as I do. I didn't always. I was a little annoyed when they first started breeding and adopting more kids. Because I was made in a lab as a weapon, I was deprived of time with my parents when I was the age that Sparkthief and Catfish are. They didn't even know that Soundblaster and I existed. Nobody asked their permission.

So I used to be kind of jealous, but because I wanted more time with my mother and father. I ended up spending time with the littler ones and I came to love them so sometimes I do volunteer to look after them some. I'm not supposed to have favourites, I know, but Sparkthief is totally my favourite. He's more attached to me than he is to Ravage.

Anyhow, I like having an older sister who is willing to join me and my girlfriend in spending time with the bitties. Again, it does help our parents a lot, but Ravage is adamant that if I don't want to do it she can always request help from the collective and I know that it's true.

I just don't know what I want to do with my life yet, hahah. My girlfriend wants to be a scientist. I like puzzling out games and mysteries and solving riddles and I'll probably end up on the Security Committee but except for Jazz, my parents find this kinda scary.

I also like it that you aren't as grim as a lot of people who are old enough to remember Before The War.

But I have not known you enough to know why I iike you aside from these little things that are more about me than you, and the fact that I like your field and your energy and enjoy having it around. Sure you make mistakes but we ALL do that.

I mean it would be shallow to say, because you're my sister, but that does play a big part of it too.

[just-absolutely-super]

If you could include Scrappy in a new scooby doo show, how would ypu do it?

Well, first and foremost, I wouldn't make him the butt of every joke or try to make it out like he never existed like the cowards at Warner Bros like to do

Second, I'd have it start out with Scooby getting a letter from his sibling (can't remember which of Scrappy's parents is related to Scoob) that they will be going out of town for an undisclosed amount of time and need someone to watch their son, Scrappy Doo

Cue doorbell ringing and a rambunctious and energetic puppy is seen at the door, all excited because he's heard so many cool things about Uncle Scooby and the Mystery Inc. and he's so starstruck to finally see it up close and personal!

He can still be delusional in thinking Scooby is very brave and fearless. I might tone back on him forcing Scooby into scary situations, but It would be funny if Scrappy just did some of the most bonkers mental gymnastics to keep himself thinking Scooby isn't a coward even though the opposite is shown right in front of him

alternatively, they could change it to where Scrappy does realize how scared his uncle is, but instead of being disappointed, he elects to protect his uncle from scary things and this causes Scooby to act to save his nephew because this kid is his responsibility gosh dangit!

Also give him a cuter voice! I don't mind the dude who provided Scrappy with his voice, but I can understand that it could grate on people's nerves. If he had a more childlike voice to reflect himself as a puppy, I think audiences could feel more endeared to him

I mean, what I described isn't that much different than how Scrappy is in canon, but that's because HE NEVER BOTHERED ME! I AM THE ONLY PERSON ON THIS EARTH WHO UNIRONICALLY AND UNCONDITIONALLY LOVED SCRAPPY DOO!

Anyways, that's how I'd like to see it be done. I do hope WB brings Scrappy back at some point. He needs another chance!

EDIT: rereading this, I realized I made this a rebooted Scrappy show lmao

for reintroducing him since WB wants all the Scooby stuff to kinda be in one big continuity despite it being hella confusing, I'd just have him...show back up I guess

like only HE can help solve a mystery for some weird convoluted reason and they call him up and he shows up like, "Yo! Long time no see!"

Still keep the mental gymnastics and/or him realizing Scoob is a coward and electing to be the protector tho