#both of you have anxiety? cause it either goes really well (you help keep each other calm) or REALLY terribly (you make each other spiral)

[phantajam]

my hot take about descendants is that NONE of the core four were ready for a relationship until maybe like, the third movie (rant in tags)

[encantobrainrot365]

So I just had an interesting revelation after an exchange of comments with a writer on ao3. Cause I think I finally figured out ✨Dolores✨

I realized that she and Mirabel are pretty similar people. And while some aspects of their lives and circumstances parallel one another, they don’t have quite enough in common to be all that close.

Mainly, their family is the glue that binds them together. So, they love each other, but they don’t know each other very well, or spend a whole lot of time together.

As they pointed out, Dolores doesn’t fully respect Mirabel. Not enough to take her seriously. In fact, it’s quite likely that Dolores pities her.

Yeah her cousin is gift-less and different from everyone else, but at least she has hobbies and free time. At least she doesn’t have to deal with any of the stress and drawbacks that comes with having a magical gift. And Dolores, of all people, would know.

Between the disasters she prevents; the secrets she keeps; the damage control she has to do; her mother’s weather; her struggles with her own gift; her crush on Mariano; and caring for her younger brothers, as she is the eldest sibling; on top of all her anxieties, Dolores has far too much on her mind to worry about Mirabel. She just isn’t a priority nor her responsibility. Pretty similar to Alma in that regard.

It’s not a pretty side of Dolores, but it makes her human. It makes her relatable. She is not perfect, no one is, and we shouldn’t expect her to be.

On the other hand, I think Mirabel sympathizes with Dolores but that won’t stop her from trying to butter her prima up and asking her for favors. She doesn’t really know Dolores and I don’t think she trusts Dolores either, at least not yet, (which is honestly, valid). She also might not see her as a role model, not the way she does for every other woman in their family.

This is made evident in “Waiting on a Miracle,” and “The Family Madrigal” where she expounds upon and sings everyone’s praises but Dolores’s. I don’t think Mirabel knows what Dolores does other than ‘she can hear everything we’re saying.’ We, as the audience have to guess, to infer what Dolores’s role in the community is. Dolores just isn’t someone on Mirabel’s radar.

Again, this is a character flaw for Mirabel; a blind spot that makes her all the more relatable to us. She’s not immune to taking people for granted or overlooking their hard work.

However, even though they’re not close to each other they don’t go out of their way to hurt one another the way Isa and Mirabel do.

Both of them care very deeply about their family and would do anything in their power to make them proud, protect them & make them happy. This is why Mirabel helps Antonio to his door. This is why Dolores goes out of her way to speak up, unprompted, for the first time, to share her honest thoughts and opinions about Bruno.

Someone that she empathizes with. Someone she loves so much, she kept the fact that he was hiding in the walls a secret for ten years! If you consider all of this together, it’s no wonder she blabbed at dinner.

Despite how wrong it was she was operating from a place of stress and anxiety, not malice (like some would assume).

I think during reconstruction for Casita, and without the magic hanging over them, Dolores and Mirabel finally find that report they’ve been missing out on.

The whole family is relearning how to respect one another and truly understand their needs and personal boundaries. To be more proactive in showing how much they love and appreciate one another, instead of leaving things unsaid. They spend more time together actually bonding and listening to one another.

Building a relationship they didn’t know was missing for the past ten years. Just like Mirabel and her sisters. Or Alma and her children and grandchildren. How beautiful is that?

[erikahammerschmidt]

So here's a my hot take about "social anxiety," and "being afraid to ask others for help."

After years and years of personal growth, I still get people treating my "aversion to asking for things" as some internal problem with my brain.

But let me tell you one thing.

You might be able to conquer any nagging sense that you "don't deserve" help from others. Then you might go on to vanquish any exaggerated idea of how much harm or trouble or inconvenience your request would cause someone else. And after that, you could totally wipe out any excess of anxiety about how angry someone else might be at you for asking.

But all this WILL NOT CHANGE the fact that:

Other people have lives of their own

Your requests usually are not (and should not be!) another person's first priority

People cannot be expected to have perfect memories and keep your request in their minds all the time

And therefore, if you have any ability to do a thing for yourself-- even something far outside both your skillset and your responsibilities-- even if it's very difficult to do on your own-- it's still very often MUCH EASIER than trying to get another person to do it for you.

Example:

I mention a project I want to do. I think I can do it with just a saw and hammer and nails that I already have. But my roommate, who has more woodworking equipment and more experience than me, says he'll help.

I say thanks, and ask him when. He says "well, I can't today, maybe Saturday?" So I wait til Saturday. At which point he's forgotten and planned something else, so he can't that day. Is Wednesday afternoon okay?

Sure (I put notes all over the apartment to make sure he doesn't forget this time). And he doesn't forget-- but he has to cancel anyway because the dog unexpectedly has to go to the vet that day. We reschedule for Friday. We get started on the project… at which point he suddenly concludes that we actually need a part that we don't have right now, and he'll have to buy it. That'll take a few days at least, so we have to reschedule again.

And now his schedule's busier than he thought, and he doesn't know when's the next time he'll be available. He says he'll let me know when. But weeks and weeks go by, and he doesn't. If I remind him, either he'll reassure me that he promised to tell me if he has any free time, and he's still gonna let me know when, I just have to be patient… OR he'll apologize for forgetting, and reassure me that he'll remember to tell me NEXT time he has a free afternoon.

Maybe a couple times he does message me, with less than an hour to spare, to give me a heads up that he's free now. But of course, on such short notice, I myself can't always arrange to be free-- and if he does this enough times and gets a "no" from me each time, he'll start feeling it's no longer worth trying and he'll stop.

At this point, my entire self wishes that I'd just done the project on my own, with my own inferior skills and whatever equipment I could scrounge up myself. It wouldn't be as good, maybe. But even if I had to try a few times to make it passably okay, then at least I would have learned something-- and in any case, it would be DONE now. I wouldn't be sitting here waiting, dependent on someone who does not have my project anywhere NEAR the top of his priorities.

Same goes for asking for something back that someone's borrowed from me. (Assuming my time is worth minimum wage, it's usually cheaper just to buy a new one.)

Same goes for asking my boss for an accommodation that would really help but I can sorta get by without. (I've seen coworkers having to remind management repeatedly about accommodations they get. It's almost a whole second job.)

Same goes for the colored pencils I just ordered while staying at my mom's house, upon which she reminded me that I really should have asked her first, because there are "tons" of art supplies in the house already. (Sure-- but how soon can you be available to look for them? And once looking, how quickly could you find them? And if they aren't quite what I was looking for, but you "feel certain" that the thing I was looking for "is also around here somewhere," then how many days should I give you to remember where it is? And how many times during those days should I check in with you, just to see if you actually still remember my request and are actually still trying to find it?)

In my experience, more often than not, asking another person for something (no matter how well-meaning they are) will put them in a position of oblivious, incompetently wielded power over me, long before they even begin to grant my request.

And in my experience, more often than not, that is a fate to be avoided if at all possible-- by any means-- up to and including doing things for myself that I "shouldn't have to do."

And no amount of therapy and self-help on my own brain is gonna change that.

[thekinkyleopard]

Camping Anyone?

Group Snz Contagion

A Non-Canon Group Fic of all the OCs!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Contagion, Snzfet & Self pleasure

Author’s Notes: Welp. Here we are. How did we get here? Don’t ask me, pal. I’m mentally ill.

@aller-geez Owns *clears throat* Remi, Meeko, Draeko and Kanai as well as the art!

Description: The gang goes Camping! Remi has a cold..what shall become of them all?

Color Key

Remi

Levi

Meeko

Connie

Alistar

Biziil

Kanai

Draeko

“CAMPING?! WITH THE GANG?! Who’s /the gang/? Me and you right? Cause I know you don’t mean…” the wolf’s emerald eyes already glowing with pained anxiety, his hands shook as he dared to face his completely calm, but braced partner.

“I mean, Drae, Kanai, our sisters, their boyfriend, and…” suddenly cut off by a voice of sheer panic..

“NO…” Remi felt like he was going to puke, there was no way they could allow that guy to keep hanging out with them. He was a piece of garbage, he hated him more than he hated Drae, which is a lot.

“Look…I’m not really his biggest fan either bu-…” still unable to finish even half of a thought before being interrupted.

“NO!” The man shouted with dread. This isn’t happening, absolutely not. He would never allow it.

“He goes wherever Kanai and Connie go! I can’t help it Remi! He has to come…” feeling exasperated now that he has to fight the man on this, but he really couldn't have expected this to go smoothly in the first place. Getting Remi to do anything with more than just him, was like pulling teeth. Even hanging out with just the girls, he always found a way to be a grump about it.

“If Alistar goes IM NOT GOING, end of story,” the man crossed his arms with fury, turning his back to face his mate. The leopard sighed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked cocking a hip, that he decorated with one impatiently tapping hand.

“Fact. No lies. All truth. Not going. Not doing it. Hate it. You can not make me,” Eyes shut stubbornly tight as his head was lifted in a defiant manner.

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Two weeks later

Levi stepped out of their bus and looked around at the open woods they had settled in, with a bright smile on his face. It was Remi and Levi in their converted bus, while, at Remi’s specific request, Levi rented a huge RV for the rest of the gang to share. No one was apparently welcome to share with them, logistically it didn’t make any sense to anyway. Remi kept himself cooped up in the safety of his own space he and his mate shared. He was starting to feel like he was coming down with something…it was just sitting there at the base of his throat, a familiar tickle he knew all too well forming in the bridge of his nose. However, he was doing his best to suck it up, he knew this was important to Levi. To have community, and memories.

Biziil hopped out of the said RV and took in the fresh air arms out to the sky as he smiled up at the sunshine that dawned upon his tan and delicate face. “Beautiful,” he said with a Husky tone, not before long, two giggling ladies came grabbing onto each arm, dangling off the 6’6 Man, as if he were a tree. The bear chuckled playfully, holding each Meeko and Connie up with ease, swinging them back and forth.

“Do you think, we can go to the water first, bear? Bunny and I really want to dip our toes in the creek!” Meeko swung her legs about as he lifted them higher off the ground, before he gently set them back down nodding tenderly. “Absolutely, but Levi did have a huddle for us, so let’s wait for the others,” he spoke confidently but with a considerate tone. The girls both agreed hoping off their boyfriend to gather around the unlit, already placed fire pit of the campgrounds.

Shortly after a loud crash and thud were heard echoing from the RV as a loud cackling demon can stomping out of it. “Ahhhh, Yes! A camping trip with all of my favorite torture subj-….friendsssss….” He hissed the last letter of the word, blood red eyes scanning his surroundings. Biziil rolled lilac orbs and crossed his strong arms over his chest. “Any funny business, and I’ll bring Remi out here,” narrowing his eyes, as the other immediately looked panic stricken.

“Hey now, whoa, there’s no need to be hostile, Zeel, my friend, my buddy, my pal,” lifting his blackened palms up in a defensive manner, he slid a sly tongue over his front teeth looking to the side. “I just…Plan to have fun..on this excursion, that’s all…no need to call in the mean scary wolf,” chuckling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Draeko..what is fun?” A navy haired man asked the shorter, brightly colored mate of his as they too exited the large RV. The dual-color eyed man looked up at his confused hellish boyfriend and then furrowed his brows.

“How do I explain…hmm…Oh! You know like…when we went on the Ferris wheel together, the one that rocked?” The shaggy haired younger recalled to his partner.

“Yes…” his tone flat, a lack of emotion that was obviously present within his dead eyes. Drae smiled happily bouncing up and down.

“That! That’s fun!” Kanai scratched the back of his head once, before clapping his hands together.

“So, Alistar plans to take us on the Ferris wheel?” His eyes curled up with pride as they squeezed shut, with the smallest hint of a smile. Draeko hummed lightly, eyebrows furrowed and he scratched his chin between his index and thumb.

“Uh-…well…” the plaid boy started before Alistar suddenly appearing behind Kanai, blacked out hands a top strong hound shoulders.

“That’s right my dear friend! A metaphorical Ferris wheel! We’ll ride this moment of opportunity to the top! You’ll see!” Pointing his index out to the sky ahead of them. Just as Kanai was about to interject with yet another question, Levi came stepping out into the circle of mixed creatures.

“Alright, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Al, but stop…once Remi gets out here, we can game plan! No mischief!” Levi spoke pointing an accusing finger towards the demon who gave the leopard a wink and a kissy face. “I’m serious! I’m not afraid to give Remi the green light,” doubling down, shoving his finger further in the red head’s direction. Alistar shook his head fiercely back and forth.

“No, no, let’s not do that now…” he chuckled nervously looking both back and forth, as well as behind his shoulders to make sure, said wolf wasn’t around currently. “Truly, I can’t afford another visit to hell right now…” he hissed between sly, shut teeth.

“Alright then, BEHAVE…” narrowing his cerulean eyes tightly at the other before he clapped his hands together. “Alright! Speaking of! Remi feels a bit icky today, he said it should be fine, no big deal but I figured! We could start setting up tables for like…a kitchen area?” Biziil immediately nodding and springing into action, Levi giggling. “Wait wait! Do we set up, make food then all of us play cards against humanity in the RV? I figured we would wait for Remi but...he could help us game plan the exploration part I guess...”

Biziil, the girls and Draeko all nodded, clearly paying attention. "I agree, let us take care of setting up, so brother can have some time to gather himself," Meeko spoke with reassurance towards the busy leopard. They all seemed to be invested in this as a group effort. However, Alistar was already digging through the RV storage units to find the alcohol. Scoring on a bottle of ever clear he stuffed in before they left. Kanai was too busy studying a nearby snake that had slithered through the campsite. The leopard blinked once, then twice, shaking his head. ‘Fine, three men down isn’t really a problem..Biz makes up for their lost weight anyway..’ he sighed once over and returned to the few that were paying attention.

“Bizzy…my sweet amazing brother…?” Looking sheepishly at the large man, who was already prepared for the load to be dumped on him as usual.

“Say no more, Don’t worry,” nodding with determination, he, and with the help of the girls and Drae, got down to business, the glampsite being set up in no time.

Whilst the gang worked tirelessly to pick up where those of them slacked, Levi’s slender legs carried him over to the converted bus. Stepping inside to be met with his boyfriend, struggling to get out of bed. “Uhhh..ehhh..” he grumbled snuffling softly with his mouth open. “I dod’t thigk I cad go out…” sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, as if he had tried to get out of bed earlier, but never got past this point.

“You have to! It’ll be okay, you’re resilient, member? Nothing gets Remington Connors out of commission!” Levi grabbed the wolf by his wrists and helped hoist him up to his feet now. Lazily standing, but still able to keep his balance he shook his head slowly then quickly, trying to gain his composure.

“Alright fide, you’re right, I wod’t let this keep be frob speddigg tibe with you..” feeling more confident in himself with the mini pep talk from his mate. They both stumbled out of the bus and joined the others in a night of festivities. Remington being ever so present, slinging his germs about every card, cup, pen, plate and handshake.

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Day 5 of a “14”day trip

Levi and Remi sniffled and shuffled as they dragged their feet over to the giant RV. It was hopeless. Whatever virus Remi had brought with him on their trip, had ransacked almost the whole group. It was up to the leopard to call it in early. The whole crew stuffed up inside the RV, Levi and Remi both entered now, practically using each other for strength to stand. Upon entering the traveling domicile, you could hear a symphony of sniffles, coughs, and stifles happening all around, and then, there was Alistar. Sitting on the edge of Kanai and Drae’s pull out bed, he barely fit, but he made himself comfortable regardless. He was calmly, surprisingly, playing temple run on his phone. “Why is this simulation so absolutely addictive? Humans are stupid..creating such a mindless distraction…Pft,” mocking the very thing he was getting lost in. Remi stepped in last behind Levi, accidentally slamming the door shut, hard. Too hard. A loud CLINK was heard from the door, neither paying any mind to it. Levi shook his head to clear his thoughts..he could see to his left down the RV “hall” Biz laying there, mouth wide open, lilac eyes filled with water, in the middle of the bed with each girl on his side, noses full of tissues, faces dusted pink.

“Guys…I thigk we should cagcel the rest of thid trip add go hobe..Rebi got us all sick…” the leopard’s nose completely plugged, trying his best to elevate his voice so everyone could hear him. Alistar looked up and frowned visibly.

“What do you mean? It’ll be fine just, sleep it off, give it a day and you will all be up and at it again,” Clearly, Al was not going to let them end the trip prematurely without a fight, even if it was for concerning health reasons.

“I do dot dow how you guys deal wif dis…is dis dyigg?” Kanai grumbled in a flat suffering voice as he was laying on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling of the space, nose running as he just keeps dabbing at it with his sleeve. Al snickered as he heard the sound of his best friend’s stuffed up voice. He said nothing, however, just looked over at the stressed leopard that continued to fight his internal need to let it all out.

Levi groaned as he leaned himself against the tired wolf, who leaned against the wall…eyes fighting to stay open. It was dark within the confines of the space, all curtains drawn in, lights turned off, just a thin stream of light from a crack. “Look, Alistar, clearly you cad’t relate to gettigg sick but everyode else cad, the trip is over. Pack it id guys..” he shook his head back and forth to try and relieve himself of the horrible congestion within his face. Al frowned, shoving his focus back into his mindless little game to avoid any conflict with the raven haired man a few feet from him. The wolf may be sick, but he wasn’t going to test him any.

“Fine, weenies…” he mumbled with dissatisfaction. Everyone groaned in unison, Drae wafting his hand about the cabin. "Weenies? Whab doed he meab, Drae? I donb wanb a hobdob righd dow" the hell hound asked curiously, and was met with a small index finger against his thin pierced lips. "I'll explain, later ok? Brain hurts....No hotdogs...it's fine" brows knitting together in discomfort. Kanai nodded understandingly and gently, without much thought, placed a tender kiss on his sweaty forehead.

“Okay, go go, there’s too many people in here…I can’t think..it’s going to make me..heh…ihhh..” the usually brightly colored male, suddenly dull as he lay beside Kanai, leg sprawled overtop the hell hound, stifling the incoming storm. “Hh’Gnxt~” so soft, it mostly came from out his nose as he had tried his best to contain it. The red headed demon beside them, blushed brightly across his skin, feeling a tremor go down it. Gaze still deeply lost in his phone as he tried to ignore the feeling of arousal threatening to resurrect itself.

“You’re right, we cad’t have all these bodies id here…We’ll head out…Al, you drive theb all back…” the leopard instructed with his adorable snuffy voice, but which the flustered demon could only grumble in response. As the cat went to turn and open the RV door…he realized quickly, it wouldn’t budge. “Oh do…” he suddenly went pale, shaking the knob, trying desperately to open the clearly stuck door.

“It’s alright babe…I’ll get it," Remi yawned a bit before gripping hold of the knob as Levi released it. Using his full strength, he tried pushing it open again, a soft crack could be heard from the internals.

“Stop! You’ll break the door.. I dod’t wadda pay for the repairs!” The leopard suddenly panicked and grabbed the man’s arm to cease his movements.

“Well how do we get out if we don’t break it down??” the wolf said sounding more than slightly irritated, but still trying to keep his cool in result of who exactly he was talking to. Levi swiftly looking around in a state of panic, unable to answer before they both heard Draeko fighting for air.

“Oh god…” Drae’s mouth hitched open before he.. “Heh’kissh!” Into Kanai’s clothed chest leaving behind small wet marks, whom only looked down at the mess and then back up to stare at the ceiling, fighting off his own urges. His chest hiking, and stuttering, eyes squinting and leaking.

“Hah.. H’sSsHu!” There went Kanai, unable to keep it back, still trying to adjust to these foreign feelings. “Why…doeb my node hurd do bad?” he questioned, strained, as he followed with a long grunt, turning onto his side and grabbing Drae in a full grasp, shoving him into his chest.

Alistar, felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his temple as he did his best to tune out the two losing their cool. Sniffling from the back of the RV got more intense before long you could hear Meeko, loudly inhale, but it was stammered. Like “h-HhHh..!” And then a “khH'HIISSHHh'uh!” Biziil looking down he noticed she had straight sneezed out her tissues, it was fine. Biz reached over to the headboard, grabbed a fresh tissue and started to gently dab at her leaking nose.

“Bless you, darling,” he said reassuringly, not before long a another sneeze echoed the small chamber where they lay. A much quieter one from Connie “H’Kkissh ~” Bizzy furrowed his brows and reached his other hand for yet another tissue. Doing the same he had done for Meeks, he gently cleaned up the younger girl’s face. “My goodness..my poor princesses,” his voice full of worry as he held them closer to him, kissing each on the the top of their heads, before nuzzling into Connie’s soft white and black hair. With a gentle whimper, Meeko reached over to hold Connie’s free hand, the girls looking sympathetically at each other from across their boyfriend.

Alistar’s head had shot to the back, the first second Meeko sneezed, the loudness, the sheer abruptness of it. His body felt hot. Remi and Levi slid onto the floor, sitting there defeated. The demon man looking around at everyone, he realized…this was going to boil up to a huge problem here if he didn’t do something. However, did he really want to? Was this not…entertainment? Was this not a complete and total jackpot? The red head bit his lower lip slyly as his eyes scanned everyone on their last legs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call for help…” he lied as he rummaged through his phone and chose a random machine automated number. He had many, using it often for his pranks on humans. Turning his volume down just enough to hear it himself, but for no one else to know. He continued on a fake conversation, to absolutely no one. “Yeaahhh Man…door is completely jammed shut. Got a vehicle full of sick people, we are going to need some SERIOUS assistance,” trying to withhold the cackle that threatened to surface, he kept his face completely neutral, as to not tip anyone off. Not that any of them were paying close enough attention, trying to starve off their symptoms.

“Hh’Etshu!” Levi blew into the side of his sweater, leaning into Remi now, as the wolf snaked an arm around his waist. “Bless you…” said the flushed man to his smaller counterpart, pretending to himself like that wasn’t the cutest thing he’d seen all day, while Levi caught his breath. The leopard using the edge of his sleeve to wipe off any wetness.

“3 hours? Oh man…I don’t know..” the white haired man looked up at the demon with panic in his ocean eyes, 3 hours?! “Yeah…well…I get it, it’s the best you can do,” Al sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose for affect. Eventually, he ended “the call” and shrugged, shaking his head back and forth. “Sorry guys, help will be here at some point I guess,” trying to sound convincingly disappointed, as all he had to do now, was sit back and enjoy the show.

Remi growled deep within his throat and shook his head sharply back and forth. “I serioubly doubt thed bo obe elde we can cabb,” the wolf challenged, before Alistar let out an aggravated exhale through his pierced nose, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Well, you want me to call the police? Fire department? What Mr Wolf man, what is your suggestion?” His words cut with serious attitude. The sickly man squinted, glowing green eyes stared him down.

“I’be hab jubt about enoubh ob yo-h-HIh’iitschuu!” Interrupted by an unstoppable force within his chest cavity, Levi quickly brought his opposite sleeve over to clean up his boyfriend’s swollen face. “Banks..baby…” he mumbled, his ego thrown off by the embarrassing outburst. Relishing in it, Alistar rolled his eyes closed and inhaled deeply. Oh yeah…that’s the stuff. He didn’t care the source, as long as he could keep hearing that sweet magical sound. "Gubs, fighting idnt goinb to helb ud," Levi said with a clear frustration to his stuffed up words, looking sharply between the two of them.

“Hhuh’EssHu! Nooooo…stooooobbb..” Kanai moaned begrudgingly burying and sniffling his face within the crook of Drae’s sweaty neck. “Oh baby…” the hybrid whimpered, petting the navy hairs with compassionate consideration. Alistar wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders "I guess, we're stuck here, and just have to wait for the assistance to arrive....but until then..." suddenly cut off midsentence "Hh'esSH!" Kanai's body convulsed into his mate.

The Anti-Christ shuddered once more “Absolutely delectable, K, give me another? Just one more morsel? You know they’re my favorite…” the red haired demon had quickly turned on his feet and brought himself over to the two. Completely distracted from the conversation before. He leaned closer into the pile that made up his best friend and the smaller dog. Draeko turned to look at the glowing eyed cretin and smacked him away. “Shoo! Habe you bo dedendy ?” Bringing himself back to his own bubble of personal space, he stood up straight, Alistar then shrugged with a devilish grin.

“I am an Anti-Christ, I don’t know why you think I would,” snickering at his overtly predictable and overused excuse.

“Typical,” rolling his duo colored eyes before burying himself back into the messy hell hound beside him. Fine, he'd see what else there was to offer, tip toeing his way to the hall, Alistar listened into the thruple that struggled to keep their breathing at a calming decibel. The strain in their throats, the hitch in their breaths…Al licked his lips out of anticipation as he leered in.

“Kh’CHIEW!” Went the little dog, Connie squeezing her girlfriend’s hand in support, before she too “Hih’cHiew~” sneezed into her free hand, the difference between the two, night and day. One loud, one soft, it sent shivers up the red head’s spine. He slid a blackened hand down the front of his clothed chest as he consumed each sound to its fullest decibel. It was far too good to have this much power.

“HIH! K’NgxT!” Biziil stifled, trying to hold it in as to avoid spraying in between, or even on one of his precious ladies.

“Ohhh Zeel~ Don’t hold them back! You know, your eyes could pop out doing that, tsk tsk, very dangerous...Dont be shy..” the demon’s orbs glowed brighter as he zeroed in on the tall Inuit man. Watering lilac eyes narrowed, brows knitted together as he opened his mouth to tell the demon to leave them be…but he couldn’t hold back the feeling that he’d been fighting this whole time, that was finally free. “Huh'AEESHUHh!” Gripping hold of his lower lip between two rows of teeth, Alistar’s body trembled with lust. As the defeated bear sniffled and snuffed, tears streaming down tan cheeks. "khH'HIISshU!" Meeko sneezed loudly once again, curling his toes, Alistar was certain hers was his favorite. So unhinged, audible, proud, they felt naughtier the louder they were.

“That’s the ticket…” his body shuddered, before he slowly turned, hopping his way through to the front of the bus once again, checking in on the rest of the suffering crew. He couldn’t help to notice, what an opportunity he had. Pulling his phone out he figured, these were memories…precious…sweet…delicious memories…he would be damned, (again)…if he didn’t capture it! Alistar hit record on the video function of his phone, in order to maintain forever evidence, of this, delicious moment.

Kanai and Drae, still huddled up together, face to face now on their sides, gripping each other’s hands tightly as they took turns, sneezing into the cluster of held appendages. “ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!” The tiny kitten like sneezes sprayed past entangled fingers, not long before, Kanai sniffled loudly and “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” The two were going back and forth, Draeko apologizing every third, their sensitive noses rose colored, heaving together in unison, the hybrid with sort of a high pitched wheeze.

“What an absolutely precious picture…I could just…bust…honestly I could, good stuff friends…I’m gonna appreciate that later…” he chef kissed the air turning the camera now towards the source of all the madness. Remi and Levi, pathetically clung together in a heap on the floor, slumped against the wall by the door that refused to let any of them free, the wolf looked up, with clear annoyance.

“Get thad thinb oub ob my fade..” he snuffled angrily, already catching onto what the other was up to, the demon who could only return with a mischievously snicker, clicking his tongue once, cocked a red eyebrow.

“Never mind that, my dear handsome rival, but, don’t you feel that?” Suddenly emerald glowing eyes looked lost, brows sliding downward in confusion. Alistar pushing the camera closer “That …little…tickle…” red brows raised to counter, as if he was mocking the action pre-blow, mouth gaping, waiting for it to click. Oh, and it did. Remi could feel it, right in there, he shook his head once. No, he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Come oooon, Remi…Don’t ya wanna…Sneeze?” Teeth turning up in an evil side grin before the wolf glared, "H-Heh..." he hitched once. He began holding his breath, squeezing his eyebrows down. He tried, with all his strength, he tried but he couldn’t hold it forever and eventually his chest forcibly hitched. This caused his mouth to just barely swing open for a “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” Ah, fuck, the wolf inwardly cursed himself, rolling his eyes closed to avoid having to see that smug piece of…Regardless of what the wolf thought, the demon had it on camera, forever, and he was definitely more than pleased with himself.

“Levi, I didn’t get it at first, and now, I really do…” licking his thin pierced lips once over as the leopard glared daggers up at the lense that panned across the two of them.

“Bou’re horrible! Bou’re reabby enjoying dis doo much!” The cat scolded the mischievous male as he continued to dab, and wipe at his boyfriend’s sore nose.

“You act like I shouldn’t take advantage of this moment, Levi, and that’s hurtful, you’re always preaching about chasing your dreams, and doing what you love…I have a dream…Levi,” he crouched now, knees crooked to be leveled with the slumped two. “My dream…is to record this RV full of …very tasty individuals, blowing their faces off on each other…so I have…” he took the tip of his index finger and dragged it slowly along the bridge of Levi’s rose tinted nose. The very gesture causing the leopard to hitch and hike, chin rising slowly “Material for me time…” bringing the camera in close, the angle from underneath to hopefully catch…

“Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” The spray shot downward, against the only light that shown in from the crack in the curtains. Alistar’s phone camera managing to catch the symphony of tiny particles that had escaped past his lips. Slowly, the red head shook his head back and forth standing proudly to admire his cinematography. “Magnificent…” before his attention was brought forth by a harmony of diverse sneezing fits that echoed from the back of the traveling home. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the thruple struggled together, holding tight to one another as their bodies rocked and quaked. “I must go... more content awaits me,” disappearing like lighting, the film itself slurring past an array of cabinet and wall colors.

Levi and Remi looked at each other with swollen noses and leaking eyes, both clearly upset, but too incapacitated to do anything about the rampaging demon. All they knew was with one look that they would never again risk going on a group trip while Remi was sick again. This was, to say the least, a nightmare.

Alistar standing at the edge of the bed that contained all three Biz, Meeko and Connie cuddled up for dear life. “Come on, say hahHhHH~” he mocked the starting sound of what Meeko usually sounds like before a sneeze. Biz narrowed his eyes tightly, not at all pleased with the way the demon treated his girls as if they were objects of his amusement. ��Remi!!” Biziil called out, followed by a rough and painful cough. Al peaked up, he looked slowly behind him as he saw the wolf peeling himself up off the ground. “Demon…” he growled low in his chest.

Alistar gulped once, stopping the video to put his hands up as he slowly turned. “Now now..let’s not be crazy..let’s think about this…” he stammered as Remi swiftly grabbed him by the lifted wrist and in one fluid motion, opening the bathroom door, he flung the devil inside. Slamming the door shut behind him and then breaking the latch with one swift punch. Sufficiently, locking Alistar inside. “Hey!!” He banged on the door, though his voice clearly muffed.

“Takes care of that,” Remi huffed proudly dusting his hands off together. Levi wound up standing on both his feet again, sighing, he spoke while grabbing an extra blanket and some pillows "We're going to have to pay for that," displeased as he was setting up a little spot on the floor for them to lay, just under Kanai and Drae, while under the assumption help would someday arrive. "Worth it, finally get some peace," the wolf let out a deep breath. Getting comfortable, Levi pat the spot next to him for his mate to join. Looking over at Drae, then the spot, then Levi, then Drae…then the spot…he groaned with a deep dramatic sigh. “Fine…” he climbed in beside his mate, turning his back sharply away from the other two. Levi rolled his eyes, initiating big spoon to the grumpy wolf, as they all just tried to survive the virus he shared with them.

Unbeknownst to any of them in the RV, Alistar found himself comfortably leaned against the counter as he swiped and edited his new masterpiece. He may have not gotten all of them in, physically, before rudely disbanded, oh no, but he got enough. Well, there was no use hiding it in here, and since he had some privacy, he might as well. Playing the video in it's entirety, you could hear the distinct sound of voices before the first attack comes on. Kanai, and Drae first. "ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" sweet tiny sneezes from the sub made Al's teeth grit back and forth as he could feel his already semi-hard cock stiffen in the fabric of his crust pants. Weak at the knees over the way Drae carelessly sprayed into their hands. “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” that deep, unexpecting explosion ripping out of Kanai, something so intimate they've rarely shared in their time together as friends. Now forever a piece he holds onto. Watching his mouth burst open every time was a treat in itself. Al's hand roughly rubbing against his clothed inner thigh, grazing just past the print of his aching length.

"ih'tsh! 'TSCH...'sSHIEW!" he rewound and played Drae's again, it was so innocent, it drove him absolutely mad with hunger. Especially the way he caught the little hybrid’s spray on the lense. Wishing desperately to feel it splash across his filthy face. Allowing the video to progress, again, “h-H…Hhuh’EssHu!” the hell hound's inexperienced lack of control shooting shivers up the demon's spine, slowly unclipping the top button and zipper of his pants. "H-Heh..." red eyes scanned the screen as he sucked his lower lip past his teeth, biting down roughly as he closely observed the wolf's struggling face. He freed his cock now, spitting in his open palm without breaking eye contact to his phone, he was waiting for it. Patiently waiting for it. “H’tschu!! h-Hih'iiTSCHUU!” watching his rival fail to keep it at bay made his head momentarily fall back, the counter of this space being the only thing holding his weight up. He began to stroke himself at a faster, more desperate pace as his favorite part was about to arrive. The full view of Levi's open air sneeze. He watched hungrily as the leopard started to hilt and hitch, watching slowly as his lips seperate, struggling before “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” His hips stuttered and bucked up inside the tight grip of his palm. All he could focus on was the particles, all those spraying particles, coming out of plump wet lips, god bless 2023 camera quality "Fu-Fuck..." he hissed loosely with crazed desire. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he played it back. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” and again. His fist rubbing and rutting his now leaking and hung dick. Oh man, he was going to have to thank Remi later for the alone time. Watching the leopard's freckled face leak, and stain he continued to throw his hips up into his fingers. Squeezing and massaging every skin cell of flesh before the finale. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" the three-way orchestra. "Fucking hell...." he gasped rolling his eyes back only to quickly straighten them back on the screen below. He was looking at Levi's flushed face, tortured after his double blow, but you could hear Meeko, Biz and Connie clear as day in the background. A mixture of loud, soft and messy. "Eh' CHiew!" "HhT-TsCHU!" "sS'TsHIEW!" He played it again, scanning over Levi's soft features. “Eh’ehTSHU! H'stCHu!” he replayed the leopard's. It was too much, it was proving to send the demon into a spiral. He grunted low, deep within his chest as he stood there frozen in place, his orgasm rocked through him causing the dragon to lose grip of his phone altogether, "S-Shit..." he cursed, phone falling to the floor with a thud. Alistar shot his load out all over the bathroom floor, some getting on his black boots, unfortunate price he'd pay for the incredible treat he got. Trying hard to catch his breath he gasped in the small area of the restroom, looking around him he saw a small window, taking no time to shove it open. In blew a fresh breeze of cool, uncontaminated air. It felt incredible against the red head's flushed and sweating skin. He tore off his shirt and hiked himself to sit on top of the counter now, leaning his bare back against the mirror/wall. "Oh man....I needed that..." he sighed deeply with contentment, closing his eyes. It didn't matter what rules the group would more than likely enforce upon Remi after this trip of chaos, Alistar was determined to let this happen again. Even if he had to risk getting killed over it.

The end.

Author’s Notes: Uhm….okay…how’d I do? 🥴 cause my brain hurts and I feel like I’ve had a million conversations going on in my head at once for 24 hours straight. What a way to introduce the gang, right? Oh Alistar you stinky sneaky sly shit. I love him. This was a lot of fun despite how chaotic it felt to write in 6 more characters than I’m used to!

[foxcassius]

i was bored to death at work on friday and wrote out some oc thoughts on marnin and selp and their personalities and i want to reiterate/summarize them here too

marnin is, first and foremost, careful, nervous, and guilty—he is quick to blame himself in any situation and is as careful as he possibly can be, especially around selp (when he is of his own mind). however, marnin is also curious and obsessive, and these things can build up and like consume his thoughts and cause him to act impulsively and without thinking. as careful as marnin tries to be in toeing the lines of their weird relationship, he is DEEPLY curious about everything about selp and of such an obsessive personality (and the two of them being isolated together doesnt really help keep his mind straight either) that he ends up crossing lines he normally wouldnt and then wallowing in guilt about it later. his guilty conscience also keeps him from picking up consciously on the signals selp puts out that beg him over the hazy, unclear lines between them; he picks up those hints only unconsciously, as they feed into his obsession, curiosity, and want.

selp, however, is putting out those signals at almost all times. for all that marnin is careful and reserved, selp is possessive and analytical and jealous. these might not be the first words you would use to describe him upon meeting him (or upon reading the story he features in), but they are his deepest and some of his strongest personality traits, especially in regards to the relationship he and marnin share. don't get me wrong, he tries to be careful with marnin. he knows marnin well and becomes very quickly acquainted with marnin's anxiety and conscience. this is why he doesnt push or act himself, usually. he doesnt want to frighten or distress marnin. but selp is obsessive to a whole other degree. marnin wants to know things; selp NEEDS to know every last thing about marnin in his efforts to "have" and "keep" him. it is why, especially in the beginning, selp takes so many more liberties asking questions, touching and investigating marnin physically, and making decisions for him. once they are on the ship alone among the stars and the boundaries between them begin to blur and selp sees how much this confuses and distresses marnin, that is when he takes more of a backseat role and encourages, flirts, asks leading, dangerous questions, and utilizes this new body language he has never tapped into before but that marnin reacts to. as little as selp understands the physical draw he feels, due to it not being a thing at all in olss culture, he thoroughly enjoys each heightening moment of intimacy between them and truly it is a feat of his restraint that he manages to maintain his more passive role as his need and obsession and desire to "have" increase as their encounters cross further and further into the realm of the sexual. i would say, especially in some of these ways, selp is manipulative, though i would try to argue he never goes too far with his manipulation, and marnin's guilt is entirely his own creation, as selp is always quick to assure him that 1) theyve done nothing wrong, marnin has done nothing wrong and 2) they BOTH acted, mutually

marnin is walking repression and restraint carrying simmering want that is forced to build and bubble over in outbursts that cause him, after the fact, to panic and apologize and beat himself up. selp is a vibrating, horny 600 year old who doesn't even know what sex is but wants it so so bad but restrains himself tremuously, waiting until marnin is on his wavelength and then sending out a steady stream of sub-atomic invitations to partake of his flesh. and they were made for each other.

[softguarnere]

Hello! I have a ship request :)

I have short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5'6. I am also ftm and gay.

I am currently learning German and Ukrainian. I play the cello (I would say that I'm pretty decent at it). I want to join the paratroopers soon and maybe get a doctorate degree in the medical field. I like writing books, reading, and drawing. I am very interested in history mainly the 20th century. I also know how to cross-country ski and love the winter.

My MBTI type if I remember correctly is INTJ. I love procrastinating and do well under a lot of pressure. I'm also very stubborn and awkward with talking to people so I don't have many close friends. For some reason, I have a sort of knack for doing things well, even if it's the first time I've tried it and that might be because I listen really closely to stuff to make sure I'm doing everything correctly. I need a straightforward path and a list of things I should do to get something done.

I have depression, anxiety and maybe (I say maybe because it's undiagnosed) maladaptive daydreaming, which basically means I daydream too much that it's a problem. Any small words of affection or reassurance sends me through the roof and makes me happy for the rest of the day (idk why). I also get angry very quickly and forget things quickly.

I am converting to Judaism so that’s cool. My sense of clothing style is just me pretending I’m in the military, pleather jackets, heavy jackets that are either camo or dark green, aviator sunglasses, a lot of neutral colours, fancy dress shirts/blouses, combat boots (which I currently do not own so just tennis shoes or winter boots), I have a few BoB pins which I have created on my own :) I like wearing t-shirts in winter under my jacket just because. The t-shirts usually have designs like aeroplanes, space, and museum shirts. I also have a collection of shirts from places I’ve never been cause I think it’s hilarious.

I keep a lot of stuff in my pockets “just in case”. I impulse buy, which is a big insecurity of mine. People intimidate me easily so I usually wait to get approached to start a conversation. I like watching adventure shows like extinct or alive or expedition unknown.

 I would say that I have a very dark sense of humour and am almost always sarcastic when talking to my friends (also I love irony). I have an interesting music taste, most any song I listen to goes onto my liked songs on Spotify heh. I sometimes slip into a British accent or one that isn’t mine at all.

Take all the time you need to get to this and have a good day :)

Hello dear Anon! Thank you so much for your patience 🥰 this semester has been busy and I really appreciate it!

I ship you with . . .

Skip Muck!

Listen! It's the ✨vibes✨

He's a fun guy! You sound like a fun guy! I just think the whole relationship would be super fun 🤭

You meet in the paratrooper program, for sure

The second that he approaches you, you would just know that the connection between you is something special

Your darker sense of humor with his lighter one would just balance each other out so nicely. Like, you're both having fun and cracking jokes, but they're on completely different ends of the spectrum, which makes it interesting and keeps you guys on your toes

Skip is a very adventurous person, and because you're into so many different things, I feel like every day would be an adventure with you two. Even if you just want to stay at home and read some history books, he would enjoy just spending time with you

Speaking of ✨vibes✨, as someone with ADHD, I feel like Skip probably has it too? (Just me? Okay lol) So since it's hard for him to get past steps in certain tasks, it works really well because you remember details so well. He is so efficient with you around to help him plan things out

For as much as he likes to joke around, he can also be serious. He's a words of affirmation dude, for sure, so when he casually tells you that he loves you or cares about you, you can be sure that he's being genuine 💖

Skip would think that your fashion sense is so cool! Catch him out here stealing your jackets and cool t-shirts (And he'd be cool with it if you wanted to steal his clothes, too)

Since you keep so many things in your pockets, I feel like he would make it a running joke between you two. Waiting until you're out with friends and then asking you for something insanely specific. The rest of Easy is like "there's no way - Oh! Okay, never mind. Wait, how did you fit that in your pocket?"

The laughs you two get out of it would never get old

Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope you like this 💕🕊️

[anxious-ace]

General EI notes:

No one is ever truly stupid, oftentimes it's either an act or an honest mistake (although some dumb decisions have been made, looking at you P.I.E. and Angus). Sure people have bubbly personalities but it doesn't mean they're dumb, they are just happy and outgoing. This applies to the kids as well as they are oftentimes smarter and more aware than people give them credit for.

Take Spooker for instance: he was the first one to put together the fact that Kashuba and CJ are the same person just by looking at her old photos from high school to her working at the Magnus Institute and then back at her (as she was right in front of him).

Marvin saw everything that Angus had been through when he looked into his soul stone to try and fix it back when it broke that one time. This includes his early childhood (the part where his parents were thinking of having another kid because he did not turn out how they wanted), all the abuse he went through when he and Ellieanna were married, and the whole fading process. (the soul holds on to things the brain can't/refuses to)

Like the seers in Quest!, the Magic Circle is trying to keep their timeline in order. multiple timelines are running at the same time as the one in the series (like all the stuff Seán and Mark are doing is one timeline separate from this one) and each timeline has its own group trying to keep it together.

Jimmy is a chaos demon chosen by the housekeeper/chaos god. Jimmy spreads chaos through murder (duh) and the housekeeper spreads chaos through stealing gold (which is very valuable), causing the Ghost family's whole deal and trying to take over the world. Ana and Tim are still Jimmy's parents (making him and Ghost twins) but after everything that happened (Ghost drowning, Gregory dying, etc.) the housekeeper kinda just gave this child (who was already a demon, to begin with) more demon powers (ie possession) and free range.

Ghost has insomnia, autism, Cotard's delusion, MS, PTSD, anxiety disorders, depression, vitiligo, maybe some co-dependency towards Toast, is an ambi wheelchair user, has a sci-fi monocle (doesn't want to call it that though), numb tongue (from eating too much spicy and sour foods growing up). And yes there is an in-universe reason he wears the gloves (covers scars and vitiligo).

Both Ghost and Angus are partially blind from injuries. Angus in their left eye and Ghost in his right (hence the monocle). I've already explained Angus' injury but I still have to figure out Ghost's.

S3(4N) was made by Cyberlife for police work (duh) while Bing (septiceye) was built by Mack to help around the house I guess. Bing (iplier) and Google on the other hand were built by The Host and Dark to help with the votes when the group needs to make a big decision. That being said, if Mach met them all, he'd feel "out of place" because they were made with an expressed purpose in mind while he was only really made for a high school exhibition.

Ghost was 13 when he figured out he was gay. How? Middle school locker room + Toast just chilling on his bed while playing video games together (with Ghost just silently having his oh moment)

Toast was 15 when he figured out he was bi (or at least that he liked guys as well as girls), it wasn't until college (21) when he finally accepted this about himself (as the Toast family would've had some....opinions about this fact so he'd rather not think about it).

Alan Wake is either 1. Toast's pen name (along with Edgar Kingsley) or 2. Toast from another timeline/dimension

(both of which would be in-universe explanations for why they look damn near identical)

P.I.E's handiness goes as follows (weapons wise everyone is ambidextrous, this is what hand they use for everything else):

Toast- ambidextrous

Ghost- right handed

Spooker- left handed

Colon- right handed

CJ- right handed

Alex- left handed

Zoé- left handed

Suzannah- ambidextrous

Ok, I know I said that I wasn't doing the whole "Ghost is a system" thing but I think I can do this as it doesn't involve Jimmy as he is a murderer. Let me introduce you to Casper: Casper is Ghost's alter who formed when Ghost was 5 (which explains why Casper is only 5) after Gregory's death. Also, he is mute (only talks in the headspace/to Ghost) by choice because of how many people Ghost is constantly around

Toasts lycanthropy: full transformations are caused by the full moon (no fucking duh) while smaller transformations (limbs, eyes, and teeth) are caused by high amounts of emotions

I named some people as well:

Burke/Angus + Henrik's parents: Falko and Tahlia

O'Fallons/Marvin's family: Lonán, Saraid (parents), Isabelle, Rían, Sophie (siblings)

Houghs/Jackie's family: Oisín, Saoirse (parents), Lexi, Willow (sisters)

Flynns/Shawn, Jack, and Grant's family: Cuán, Annie (parents), Hollie, Marcel, Teagan, Casey, Aisling (siblings)

[dodo-begone]

The Mistake has Arrived

Pairing: Yan!DSMP!Techno, Yan!Ranbob!, Yan!Ranbutler x Reader

Request: Do you do continuations? If so could you make a part 2 with for the "mistakes were made" (aka the pregnancy one)? Like how they would act when the child is like actually born and causing mischief?? Please and thank you!

Summary: It seems that, after the baby arrives, things seem to change. It's hard to describe because things didn't change much yet at the same time managed to be the complete opposite of what they were before. Or maybe you hadn't noticed these things before. Who knows.

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: yandere, nsfw joke at the end of Ranbob’s section

Part 1 | Mistakes were Made

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, I have this properly archived on Ao3

A/n: the first part was implied AFAB reader because of pregnancy- and it probably still is but pregnancy is barely mentioned in this.

Techno

So remember when this man was absolutely terrified for you and the baby? Yeah that doesn’t get alleviated. If anything, that fear gets worse.

You holding the child, the perfect combination of you two, makes him truly realize how fragile the baby is. Like hello? This thing is his? And so tiny? Like a potato, a large one at that but still a potato?

Potatoes are fragile. Babies are fragile. Baby is like a potato, which makes them ultra fragile- oh NO.

Let’s get this straight; Techno is the infamous blood god. This huge hulking piglin hybrid who can easily kill anyone in arm’s reach. And then you got this tiny defenceless baby that is related to him? Like he knows how this thing works but it just feels surreal.

This anxiety feeds his distaste for holding his own child. He’s a monster and that’s a sweet innocent baby. He is going to severely harm the baby by even holding it. You never know what could happen- plus you need some mother-child bonding. It’s very important. Yes you may have been carrying that baby for 9 months but some more physical touch goes a long way. It grounds it more into reality for you. Yeah, that’s totally the reason.

The behavior can only last so long though. Eventually Techno would have to bond with his kid, hold his kid. You were getting fed up with how long he was taking. His anxiety over the situation was obvious and you were giving him space. So you did, but it’s been months and he still refuses to even touch them. His avoidance is annoying and it has to come to an end. And you will make sure it will.

One day, while he was relaxing and reading, you gently plop the baby onto Techno and go do some household chores that are usually hard when you have to keep an eye and ear out for the kid at every second.

Techno and the kid have a shared moment of “wtf” because the baby saw this thing before but he never touched it before. And they were left on it? By mother? Techno is internally freaking out while this baby tries to crawl on him. Really they’re just pulling at his hair and clothing. Anything they can get their grubby little hands onto. And gum on whatever they can get into their mouth. Oh god, this is going to be a long… period of time. He doesn’t really know when you’ll come back for them but he hopes it’s soon.

It’s safe to say that you did not come to Techno’s rescue in a swift manner. You made sure to take your time doing everything that couldn’t be properly done. Like cleaning or cooking a proper meal. Cooking had been left up to Techno mostly, and you really appreciated that he took that up and made good food but someone can only handle potato based dishes for so long. It was about time that something else was made. The potatoes needed a break.

When you come back to Techno and the baby, you’re so pleased to see that they’re having a little bonding moment. The baby was calm and Techno was finally relaxed in what felt like a century. Everything was perfect.

Techno was reading Sun Tzu’s The Art of War and your sweet baby child had long dozed off in his arms. Techno either didn’t notice or didn’t care and kept reading aloud, though it was mostly likely that he wanted to start education young. Even in their sleep. He started the education process already, in a way, by reading The Art of War to your pregnant stomach for months on end. You’d long grown tired of it, but the sight and sound of Techno reading still warmed your heart.

Ranbob

Nothing changes on his knowledge of babies. Not much, anyways. Some of the information he knows on babies came directly from you. The rest came from books found around Mizu.

In theory, he knows what to do. He read up on everything he’d need to know, after all. But in practice, it’s a whole different story. Anxiety occasionally comes to haunt him but he easily waves it off. He knows what he’s doing.

When Mizu was still populated, he observed the lives of others. There wasn’t much to do besides that. Children weren’t an uncommon sight. But babies? Now that wasn’t a common sight. Not many people brought their babies out. Nor were there many.

It’s understandable for him to not know exactly how to raise a baby. Unless you raised or helped to raise a baby, you aren’t exactly well versed in baby and are therefore slightly unprepared for said baby.

Though compared to children, he’s actually more prepared to care for the baby since there were so many books about baby care and stuff they’d need. Children are a whole different beast.

With children, it’s a more individual case-to-case deal. There aren’t any parenting guides on children. Well, there are. Though they all differ from each other. Each book has its own descriptions on why a behavior is happening and how to handle or fix it. So many differing opinions that overlapped were overwhelming. Ranbob soon came to the conclusion that childcare is more interpretive. Based on the child’s personality.

That’s way in the future though. Now he has to deal with a baby. A fragile little thing. It’s perfect in every way.

Now his anxiety starts to get the better of him. He’s so much bigger than it, much stronger. The baby is completely at his mercy and he is anxious that something bad may happen to it. Realistically, though, nothing bad is going to happen to his little family.

Once he holds the baby for the first time, all previous anxiety is taken by the wind. All that remains is absolute adoration. This leads to him caring for the baby almost entirely. Or when it’s least convenient for you, that is.

Like when your babe cries late into the night. Witching hour cries. Everytime without fail, he’d awaken and swiftly make his way to the nursery. All in an attempt to allow you to sleep. You’ve already done so much work to make the child. The least he could do was wake up and care for them. Plus you still looked so tired.

Although Ranbob was tired when morning came, it didn’t matter when you came out well rested. Or much better than the day before. Each day was a slight victory in his books. He only wanted the best for you, anyways. If sacrificing a few hours of sleep meant that you’d sleep better, then so be it.

He views your child as a blessing from Dream himself. A symbol of the union between you two. Just absolute perfection. Oh how lucky he is to have you and especially fortunate to have a child with you. His god has seen his hard work and has gifted him with so much more than he deserved. But he’d take it all the same.

If you two “accidently” had another kid, he’d be more than happy. Yes, he’s content and happy with the child you two already have. His life is perfect now. But if another addition just happened to come along? Well who is he to deny his god’s will?

aka he wants to weaken his pullout game to have another kid with you. One kid is enough but two? Oh that’d be swell!

Ranbutler

Compared to the previous two, Ranbutler’s reaction to the baby’s arrival would be labeled as “different”. Techno feared for his child, Ranbob was anxious, but Ranbutler? This man is ecstatic! Oh my gosh you two finally have a kid. Isn’t this just great?

His excitement level is astronomical. Come on, this man literally acts like this baby is going to achieve world wide peace or something. Like Jesus Christ incarnated. That’s the level of excitement he’s at.

Right from the get-go, Ranbutler is almost desperate in his attempts to hold the baby. Please? Pretty please? Why can’t he hold your baby? Our baby? Though as… desperate as he is to hold his child, he doesn’t want to disturb important mother-child bonding. Even if you carried them for around nine months, it’s still vital that you actually bond to your baby. Skin-to-skin early on is important.

At the next available time, most likely when you’re asleep or on the verge of sleeping, he’ll gently remove the child from atop your chest. Of course he’d go to the next comfiest and secure place he can and allow for some skin-to-skin between him and the baby.

According to some studies, skin contact with a baby supposedly “awakens” maternal or paternal and he was more than happy to test that out. If it worked? Then that’s great! If it didn’t work? What was the harm? It’s all good in the end.

Because of the nature of his job, you often don’t see him during the day. Both a blessing and a curse. This leaves you alone to care for the baby until he comes back. Even then, it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d help. That’s what you thought, at least.

No matter how exhausted he was or how irate he was from Billiam, the sight of your and the baby always made everything right in the world. All problems just dissolved away, becoming unimportant whispers of responsibilities.

Responsibilities that seemed to come from a whole different reality. Here, at home, the mess that’s Billiam doesn’t exist. Won’t ever affect his lovely little world.

Sometimes he comes home extremely late. So late that you already went to sleep, along with the baby. Occasionally you would try to stay up for him to come home. You were laying on the couch with the baby on your chest, what else was he to presume? That was obviously what you were doing, right?

On those nights, he would sit by you and just watch. Basking in the calm energy you exude. Even without talking to him, you always had a way of calming him down. Of making him feel loved and appreciated.

He would also take care of the baby's needs at night. With his occupation as Billiam’s servant, it really wasn’t the best idea, but he assured you that he would be fine. After all, he couldn’t bond with the baby during the day, so that only left the night. Even if it was menial tasks, he found solace in the presence of the family he was creating,

A question that kept reappearing was how he managed to get such a wonderful partner. One so willing to have a child with him. Deep down, he knew the actual answer, but it was hidden under so many layers of delusions that it’d be better and easier not to deal with that mess.

Now that you had the baby to care for, he was much more willing to leave you alone while he went to work. Yes, sometimes he still brought you into the room with The Egg. But that was only because you seemed stressed the day, night, or morning before he left.

How could he just leave his precious to flounder around so helplessly? A baby can easily be overwhelming. The Egg was more than willing to help you.

The kid, although a beautiful culmination of the love between the two of you, also symbolized another thing. They were a shackle, keeping you tethered to him.

There was no way you’d be able or wish to escape in such a fragile condition. Especially with the baby. How could you risk the life of something so innocent? Of something that did absolutely nothing wrong besides existing. You wouldn’t be such a horrible monster, would you? No, he knows you. Knows that you wouldn’t do that.

Once he has a taste for parenthood, he’s practically addicted. He absolutely loves it. Loves you. Why not have another? And another? And another?

Let’s be honest, he might just want a small herd of kids. Not many, like four or five. A few more wouldn’t do too much harm, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. After all, you’d be around them the most, being the primary caretaker for them all.

The desire for a large family comes into direct conflict with his desire to not make you overwhelmed and overworked. It was a hard battle, but he convinced himself that maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt. Just one more, and that’ll be the last he’ll want.

He’ll say that for the next three he plans to have with you. Can men get baby fever? If they can, then this man definitely would have it, just saying.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 8

Ch.1      Ch.2      Ch.3      Ch.4      Ch.5      Ch.6      Ch.7

It has come to a point where you can’t even pretend to yourself that you don’t care for her.

All the time you spend with Cassandra every evening has made certain feelings impossible to deny, though you are too scared to name them all.

You don’t name the smile you can’t contain when she excitedly pulls you to the armory to show you her collection of blades –and explains, in a very animated fashion, about the optimal use for each one. You don’t want to know what the stutter in your heartbeat means, every time she genuinely laughs, pale neck thrown back, nose slightly scrunched and all. 

And it’s not just Cassandra you grow a tad closer to.  

Bela comes to you whenever the two of them have argued and goes ‘Tell my sister’ this or that. Daniela is apparently not allowed within a twenty meter radius of you, but she approaches to poke and prod at you whenever she wants to annoy Cassandra. She never manages to do either, because the middle sister always swoops in, fuming, dragging her away by the hood of her robes like a kitten.

Lady Dimitrescu is the only one as distant as the day you first saw her –and it’s probably for the better. You don’t see her much, anyway, not with how Cassandra takes you to empty castle wings to have you all to herself.

Tonight is different.

After dinner, Bela leaves with her mother and you go to help the other maids present clean the table. But your lover steps in the way and grabs your elbow, instead, hurriedly pulling you along.

“Do not tell me you’re seriously thinking to make me wait longer.” she says.

Of course, you promised to watch a movie you found on your phone with her and she’s been buzzing with impatience since.

That is, until a certain redhead blocks your way. 

“Daniela, move.” Cassandra huffs. 

“What are you doing? Take me with you.” the younger sister replies, brimming with childlike curiosity. 

“No. Go bother Bela.” A shooing motion is made. 

“Bela’s no fun. I wanna come with you and Alexia.” she drops your name so casually it’s startling.

“Wait give me a moment to think about it –moment over. No.” Cassandra states, fast.

But Daniela shoots forward and grabs your arm like a koala. Your eyes go wide at the same time as Cassandra’s, for different reasons.

The brunette immediately grips her sister’s robes, none-too-gently. “Don’t touch her, she’s mine!”

“If you don’t take me along I’m telling mother where you found that music player and phone!” Daniela answers, her hold enough to cut off your blood flow.

You send Cassandra a pleading look before they break your arms with how they’re tugging at you.

“On one condition.” the elder sister holds a finger up to her sibling’s face. “You sit next to me and you don’t move around.”

“…she’s warm, though.” Daniela says, all but pouting. “Mother says sharing is caring~”

“Find your own human.” Cassandra growls out as the three of you make your way to the main hall and the couch adjacent to the fireplace there.

“You and Bela have gotten the prettier ones!”

“You snooze, you lose.”

Cassandra quite literally pins you to the arm of the couch with her body, to keep Daniela as far away from you as possible. Even as the movie starts, you can feel her sulking by your neck for not being able to touch you the way she wants.

You are not as focused on the movie as you are cute way she plays with your hand throughout its duration.

-

-

It’s getting harder and harder to remind yourself of what they are.

Especially when, ten minutes after the credits have rolled, Daniela is still crying over the death of the protagonist. Even Bela comes to the hall and asks Cassandra what she did to her.

By the time she’s done dealing with her sisters, your lover comes to you sporting a headache.

“We’re leaving this wing right now.” Cassandra says and that is about all the warning you get.

The next second you feel a rush of air and your stomach leaping to where your heart is supposed to be; Your eyes only make out a blur and an augur of black flies.

When she comes to a halt you crash into Cassandra’s side with a gasp. Your arm aches from the pull. The world spins for ten solid seconds.

She laughs by your ear. Low and satisfied as it is at your disorientation –it reminds you of drinking wine by a fire in the heart of winter— you can’t help but bask in the timbre of her voice so close.

“Ugh, why is it so cold in here?” she complains in that same quiet tone you love.

It is very cold compared to the more lived in parts of the castle, but your body is warm enough from your sustained proximity and the rush of adrenaline she always causes in you.

“Oh, well, I can bear it for a little while if it means we won’t be interrupted.” Cassandra trails off and lifts your chin with a chilled finger.

Your lips meet and slide together in a practiced tango. Her manicured nails run over your throat and shoulders, making you shiver for reasons that have nothing to do with the temperature.

Both of you are starting to get really into it when Cassandra walks you back into the nearest wall. It happens to be a window, covered by a flimsy curtain. You have half a mind to realize it’s probably been forgotten slightly ajar, judging from the frost that graces your shoulder, but you have more important matters to focus on, like the brush of her tongue over your bottom lip.

Until Cassandra braces her bare hand over the unseen opening, to box you in like she usually does.

And-

She shrieks.

She jerks away so powerfully her back crash-lands into the painting on the far wall, knocking it down with its frame broken. You’re left there still and mute, watching in frozen horror as her face distorts into pure, raw anguish.

“Shut it!” Cassandra screams at you. “Shut it now, now!”

Your nerves suddenly kick into overdrive and you pull the window closed like your life depends on it.

What just… happened...?

In slow, cautious steps, you approach her. She’s clutching her hand like a wounded animal, baring its teeth to hide its vulnerability. It is the first time you see her like this. Void of control, bent over in hurt. Gasping.

Something in your chest breaks.

You look at her hand, to find her pale skin nearly crystallized, grey and breaking apart —like cheap china, like weak porcelain— into flies that drop to the floor, faintly twitching.

You thought… you thought they could just control the insects. That dissipating into swarms was just a trick allowed by their mutation. But now you realize, the flies are her body.

All this time trapped under the looming terror of the daughters… and escape was as easy as opening a window on them.

“Cassandra…?” you ask in a wavering voice when the initial burst of rage leaves her form.

She looks up at you, torn, when you hear the heavy sound of heels rapidly approaching.

“Cassandra?!” a different voice calls, this time, deep and authoritative. When Lady Dimitrescu rounds the corner in her immense height, your instincts scream to run.

But one look at Cassandra makes you stay.

Alcina halts for a moment to take in the scene. Then her lips curl downwards and bladed claws extend from her gloves, easily half your body in length. 

Oh my… God…

“What did you do to my daughter?!” she demands and advances on you, but Cassandra gets in front of you before she can truly threaten your life.

“I brought her here, mother. It’s my fault.” she hurries to explain.

Alcina stares at you like she wants to crush you underfoot… but then softens, somewhat, at the look her daughter is giving her.

“Come with me. Now.” She says in a stern motherly tone that leaves no room for objections.

You clutch Cassandra’s uninjured hand, silently asking if she’ll be alright. She turns, looks at you for a moment, then nudges your head with hers.

“...I’ll see you later, Alexia.”

But, as it turns out... “later” is subjective.

 -

-

 In Alcina’s Private Chambers…

It is not often that Cassandra is reprimanded by herself. 

She has never before been the only one at fault. She’s used to having her sisters beside her while Alcina scolds the three of them… except this time they’re outside the closed door and she is there to face their mother’s ire alone.

She can’t stay still under that yellowish-grey, narrowed gaze. Her fingers fidget with the edge of her robes’ sleeve to keep occupied, while Alcina takes that deep, calming breath she knows heralds no good things. Ever.

“Cassandra. Do you understand the severity of the situation?”

“Yes, mother.” She keeps her gaze downcast.

“Even if the maid didn’t harm you on purpose, she now knows your weakness. Yours and your sisters’. You were careless to allow this.” Cassandra feels anxiety rise up from the pit of her stomach and threaten to swallow her whole at that tone.

“I know, mother. Forgive me.” she replies quietly.

She wants to say that Alexia won’t use this knowledge against any of them, but she cannot bring herself to lie to Alcina. Because the truth is, Cassandra doesn’t know for a fact that she will not.

Why was that window open? Why?!

“You didn’t let me fix your mistake. I assume that means you will do it yourself?” her mother asks and Cassandra’s gaze snaps up.

What…?

At first, the temptation to chain Alexia up and watch as her blood drained from her lithe body had been sweet and strong. But now, at the thought of killing her –losing her— in whichever way, Cassandra is sick to her stomach. It is strange, because she feels like she is hyperventilating when she isn’t breathing at all and the world has tilted and—

Please don’t.

“Since when did you ever hesitate to kill, Cassandra?”

“…If.. that is what you ask of me…” she replies but she doesn’t sound like herself at all, not even to her own ears.

“How can I ask that of you and break your heart?” Alcina throws her arms up in exasperation. “I should have stopped this months ago but I thought it a fleeting fancy. I never imagined you would end up so attached.”

“I’m- I’m not-” she tries to protest, but her mother is having none of it.

“You’re not? You’re with her every day and she barely sports scratches anymore. Your eyes follow her everywhere when she’s in the same room. You instinctively lean closer whenever she comes over to refill your wine. Do you think I do not notice?” Of course. Of course she noticed.

Cassandra swallows, silent.

The memory of laying, too weak to move a single finger, on her deathbed along with Bela and Daniela pierces through Cassandra’s brain like a bullet. Her hand gives a violent spasm and flies break off to buzz frantically around her as she drops her forehead into her palm.

She’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown and it’s just so difficult without her sisters there. They’ve always been together, since the very beginning.

They were born together, learned to control their powers together, they died together-

Alcina is on one knee in front of her the next millisecond, stroking her hair and gathering her into her arms.

“Shh, calm down, my love.” she coos. “I’m sorry to be so harsh on you. I only want the best for you three.”

Cassandra doesn’t talk because she can’t, because she cannot wrap her head around what that flash inside her brain was.

“Oh, my Cassandra. I will not harm the maid if it will harm you, too.”

She waits for the eventual ‘but’.

“But I cannot let this dalliance continue any longer.”

It’s probably for the best. Her mother knows best. It is true, after all, that she has not been acting like herself, lately. So, yes, this decision is for her own good.

But.

Cassandra’s heart has the same reaction upon hearing it as being exposed to sub-zero winter air.

[televisionboy]

this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy. 

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very  expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

[shoezuki]

ASKS U HERE SO IT MAY BE PUBLIC. MORE ARCTIC ANARCHIST COMMUNE HEADCANONS PWEASE?

FINE YOU’VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE thankyou i keep forgetting to make more hc things lsahfkjsgk

initially philza is Constantly trying to not so subtly get ranboo n techno to Bond. theyre both anxious and Tentative to establish Anything close to friendship and philza isnt having it

it doesnt really. work. because philza’s idea of ‘bonding’ is either intense brawls or going to cause chaos together

“ey techno. ranboo. i saw a village way over the mountains in the biome over. why dont you guys like... go and destroy them and scavenge what you can :)’

technically it EVENTUALLY works. mostly because they get distracted by a fox and get lost one day

one day ranboo accidentally calls phil ‘dad’ and he’s mortified. technoblade has to excuse himself because he doesnt want ranboo to see him cry from laughing so hard

phil is honored. and feeling a little guilty :)

ranboo goes looking for some tools at phil’s request as they build his house together. he ends up opening technoblade’s Valuables Chest

phil comes running after hearing crashing. finds that techno had instinctively charged at him like a boar and ranboo screeched and launched himself up on the ceiling beams. he’s hissing like a cat stuck in a tube TV

technoblade is mortified after and vanishes. phil has to explain that it was the piglin instinct because ranboo is still ‘new’ so he instinctively saw it as an intruder going through his belongings

ranboo feels kinda dejected (theyd been getting along, he thought) despite philza ensuring time and time again that it was Only Instinct.

technoblade comes back late that night but doesnt say where he’s been

phil already knows he was venting to carl 

he’s Extremely tempted to just pretend it didnt happen but like. the voices are angry at techno even at the Idea of that so he actually. goes to ranboo to apologize

“hey..... ranboo.” “a-ah. hi.” “so.... you remember today right?” Ranboo, very awkwardly closing his memory book. “...... whats today?” “youre a horrible liar”

it ends more like... technoblade ends up opening up for the first time. more about being inhuman. with rambling and stiff hand gestures and constantly darting from topic to topic without much connection. but ranboo gets it

they end up staying up Really late either just in silence or talking about Not Being Human. 

techno’s never had the chance to talk about this with anyone beyond phil, but as much as phil cares he cant relate so much

late nights just hanging out and talking become somewhat Regular.

sometimes brewing potions together, sometimes when phil insists they need to try and organize their belongings better.

about a week later, ranboo goes looking for... something. he lost something but cant remember really

he opens that same chest and freezes. techno is standing right there, staring at him

technoblade just laughs

whenever ranboo forgets something, phil and techno usually are able to remind him. he feels less scrambled with the support

technoblade’s reputation as something to be feared his a Crutch to him. 

he overthinks every conversation and panics in groups or when on the spot. even when with one other person. he falls into the comfort of being unapproachable and Looming over people so they cant see his anxiety

for some fucking reason ranboo could Never clue on on the Looming, Intimidating vibes techno would try and put out. 

technoblade doesnt get it. phil says maybe its because ranboo Trusts Him and sees beyond him being something Terrifying

technoblade panics like ‘oh god phil what if i say something dumb’ and phil just holds his head in his hands

ranboo has a tendency to echo what people say. he tries to quell it because people get annoyed. but one time, techno makes a Really Bad attempt at replicating a noise edward made and ranboo instantly echoed it back

phil comes in hours later and theyre both just. echoing this Weird Meaningless noise back and forth to each other. edward looks pained

ranboo plans to go get his pets. he’s been planning it all day. constantly saying ‘well i need to go get my pets now...’ and then just. not leaving

at first phil just thinks he keeps forgetting and lets him be. but then he sees him fidgeting, the crackled noises under his breath, the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his fits

phil offers to help him out. he wasnt doing much anyways. ranboo sighs in relief

when they get to ranboo’s old panic room, phil watches how he keeps trying to look away from it. cant even seem to go near it. he’s talking to himself something phil can’t make out

phil frowns, but just says ‘we shouldnt waste obsidian right mate?”

ranboo almost cries in relief when phil takes it all down. philza doesnt mention it or the signs (yet) but offers a Fatherly pat on the shoulder

he’s nearly knocked off balance when ranboo lunges out and hugs him 

[ezrisdax-archive]

not to be predictable but well....simonjess <3

I'm gonna go ahead and ignore they're split up. current GL canon? I don't know her

You cannot convince me Jess doesn't drag Simon all over the world on a hunt to find Pokemon in Pokemon Go. Simon says he's doing this for his nephew but really it's just because Jess gets so excited it's amusing to him and nice to see her willing to get out and go places.

They have tried pancakes in every part of the world too by doing that. Sometimes Jess does still struggle to get out of bed so Simon brings pancakes from various places and just stays next to her.

Jess has learned so much about mechanics, did she know anything about cars prior to meeting Simon? no. does she tease him he's secretly a Transformer? absolutely yes. does she still listen quietly as he works on a car, amused by his ramblings that he hasn't even realized he's doing? also yes.

I'm still mad that they fact that they matched up went absolutely no where! they were matched on a dating app for superheroes!!! stop ignoring that!! so anyway, this has to come out eventually and Jess makes a joke about a date and Simon also makes a joke and both want it to be serious and think the other is joking but Sira absolutely swipes yes to the date on the app for Simon because she can't take either of them being like this.

Jess will absolutely threaten someone with an anime ax if they insult Simon, she's ready to fucking go there. And like...let her support his new skills and help him look into it cause Simon got such cool and unique powers. and vice versa let Simon not fully get Jess' struggle with anxiety but know that she needs him there to support her as she goes through it and some days she just needs to know she deserves the ring and overcame things.

They watch great british bake off together and make fun of things but absolutely try to make their own recipes of it while cheating and using their rings.

Also I kinda like the idea that one day Simon grabs Jess' ring by accident while heading out and that her ring will absolutely tell Simon Jess was bemoaning how cute he was.

I just want them to travel the universe and be excited by everything they see and glad they have each other by their side because!! that's where they wanna be!! so I just wanna imagine they choose not to split their lantern power up and keep one lantern together despite that it could go poorly but they have such faith in each other it doesn't freaking matter!!

[house-of-no-regrets]

No Regrets [in the wee hours]

Took a bit longer than expected, but I’ve finished the next little story! Hopefully I’ll be able to keep a decent pace on these. No overarching plot, just little stories in the same universe with the same characters. Warning for ~*murder*~ in this one!

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I've been all-too-easy to wake up since I was a child; I'd often needed to go from dead asleep to functional, if groggy, as soon as I heard my father demanding action or attention. While I no longer need that reaction time, the old man long since locked up to rot, my brain is set in its ways and very convinced that I need to be able to bolt out of bed and fight God if a dust bunny moves too quickly in my vicinity.

Which is how I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, the sudden shift in the atmosphere bringing on consciousness with all the subtlety of a foghorn.

My room was silent, still, but I knew without opening my eyes that there was a spirit somewhere, and I didn't even give them a chance to speak before I pointed at the sign posted on my wall, barely shifting from my comfortable snuggle in my blanket and not even opening my eyes. Yes, this happens more often than I care to admit. No, I do not enjoy it. At all.

"Resurrection hours are noon to eight. I'm still alive and still need sleep to function."

There was silence, but the presence didn't leave, so I groaned and raised my head, finally opening my eyes to see the translucent, vaguely glowing, and unfortunately blurry spirit at the foot of my bed.

It did finally speak in a bewildered voice.

"Um, I'm being murdered."

Ah, fuck.

I grabbed my glasses from the bedside table and put them on. The spirit at the foot of my bed was tallish -- I've always been bad at estimating height, maybe half a foot shorter than Yvette? Five-nine... ish? -- and seemed to be in his twenties. There was a considerable dark stain on his chest and belly; likely blood, and the cause of his death. The newly-dead tend to show things like that, as they haven't had the time to get used to modifying their form.

I really hate it when brand new ones find me. I'm not sure how it started, but it seems like more and more often, now, the dead are drawn to No Regrets before they even realize they're dead, at least if they're the type to need my help. Wish I wasn't the one who had to break it to him. I'm not great with people.

"Sorry, bro, but I'm afraid they succeeded. Where was it? I'll get the police over there."

"Uhh... my house. I think. It's a little..."

I sighed. Right.

"You're probably a little out of it still... fresh dead usually are. C'mon, I'll take you around until things look familiar."

Climbing out of bed, I headed over to grab my hoodie from the back of the chair. I learned the hard way that sleeping is not a tits out sort of occasion when you're liable to get the dead dropping in at all hours of the night, so I sleep in pajama pants and a tank top. Little too chilly for tank tops outside, though. I shoved my phone in my hoodie and my feet into loafers, then started heading out of my room and down the hall.

"You remember your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation and learn what I could.

"Uh, Davis. Craig? Craig Davis."

"Well, Craig Davis, I'm sorry to hear about your passing. You're gonna need to possess me for this little adventure, by the way, but I'll walk you through it once we're outside."

"I- what?"

Considering how often I find myself lost in normal conversations, dealing with confused new spirits is especially difficult. Still shaking off my body's angry demands for More Sleep was not helping matters in the slightest, either.

"Possession. I'll explain it in just a minute." I rubbed an eye and yawned as I stopped in the foyer to pull a set of keys off one of the hooks on the wall.

Usually, I've got a driver. Not for vanity reasons, but after three or four near-misses caused by Sudden Spirits appearing in the car with me, I elected to hire someone to drive me into and around town as needed. But it was Fuck-This-Shit O'Clock in the morning, and Graves deserved their rest. The dead don't need to sleep, but they can if they so choose -- and it does, after all, conserve energy. The same goes for Yvette and Ashby; it was too early in the morning for most people to be out and searching for a necromancer to kill, so I wasn't gonna disturb them. I could handle a simple spirit chauffeur and 911 call on my own.

The keys were to the motor scooter; it was the better choice in this situation, allowing for more mobility and no passenger seat for any extra ghosts to drop into. That did, though, mean that Craig would need to ride shotgun in my body.

When I got out to the green scooter in the driveway, I paused and looked over at Craig.

"Hey, I know you're probably still a little out of it, so Possession 101." Script time. At least having this stuff memorized made it easier to do while dozy. "Our bodies need to take up the same space, so c'mere." I beckoned Craig over.

"So like… step into you?" He asked. Good, seemed like his head was clearing up some.

"Yeah, that's part 1."

He nodded and complied, crossing the space between us and settling in the same location, the two of us clipped into each other like bugged NPCs. It always felt so weird, those moments before a spirit actually possesses you. A sort of wobbly, in-and-out feeling like physics is trying to crush you and the spirit together, or, failing that, just kick your ass to the ground so you're not both in the same place at the same time.

"A'ight, now turn around and face the direction I’m facing, and overlay your hands onto mine as best you can." It was just a moment for him to obey, and I continued. "I'm not resisting, so you're gonna start feeling like you're being pulled in and pushed out at the same time. Space is trying to equalize. Let yourself be pulled in. It's gonna feel a bit like-"

The whirlpool effect kicked in before I could finish, the sudden snap and release of tension as Craig's spirit sank into my body. I wobbled a bit and grabbed the handlebar in front of me, then shivered at the sudden chill and dizziness. I'm pretty good at taking on passengers like this, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.

"You in there, buddy?" I asked out loud. Especially with new spirits, trying to think at each other was more trouble than it was worth. My lips moved to answer, though it wasn't my voice coming out.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah I'm here."

I grabbed the helmet hanging on the other handlebar and snapped it on, kicking the stand up and plopping heavily onto the seat.

"Great. Let's go."

"Wait, why am I not in control?" came Craig's confused voice. He felt almost frustrated, an undercurrent of emotion that wasn't mine despite being in my mind and body.

"Because this is my body, and I let you in willingly. Easier to keep control when you're letting someone in. Plus," I gave a little snort. "You just died, dude. I've been letting spirits possess me since middle school."

I felt his frustration turn to grumpiness, and then the pressure in my head, like a storm rolling in, that I knew from experience was him trying to take control. I froze and let out an irritated huff.

"You stop that. I'm not dealing with you doing some dumb shit with my body. Either chill out or get out."

"Oh- uh. Just wanted to see if I could…"

"Uh-huh. Anyhow, now that you're together enough to try joyriding, do you remember much about where you were before you were killed?"

I started up the scooter as emotions rolled through my mind, detached and distant, almost like the muffled dissociation I was used to mid-shutdown. Possessing spirits' emotions always felt weird like that, both mine and not mine, held at arm's length. Craig's was especially turbulent for a new death, but given that he had been murdered… I didn't fault him for being a little confused and angry. Even if it did put me a little on edge. 

"Uh- South Pine Street, Dogwood Acres housing development."

"Baller. That's not far from here. Once we get close to your body, you should be able to feel where it is, so I'll have a house number for the police. Don't want to have them scream in all blue lights and loud sirens and have your killer go to ground before they know which house, y'know?"

The muffled flare of anger that I felt was definitely not my own. I took a deep breath, hoped that the killer had panicked and tried to clean up instead of get rid of the body first, and puttered off towards Dogwood.

The housing development was quiet, lines upon lines of identical suburban boxes lit by flickering street lights that cast the sidewalks and yards in harsh white light. The occasional house had the glow of yellow within, but most of them were dormant. Weaving my way through the maze of streets, each one absolutely indistinguishable from the one before and the one to come, I felt terribly exposed -- and alone despite the spirit currently hitching along in my body.

I turned onto South Pine and brought my scooter to a puttering stop, stabilizing it with both feet on the ground. I couldn't help but bounce my legs to replace the vibration of driving; the sudden lack of sensation would ratchet my anxiety up even if I wasn't currently letting a frustrated dead man hang out in my head to catch his murderer.

...I should be more than a little anxious, really, but half-asleep Tabby once again wrote a check that more-awake Tabby is having to cash, and more-awake Tabby is very used to having to deal with the consequences of her idiot decisions. It occurred to me that normal peoples' consequences didn't usually involve murder, but when you live with the dead, you're bound to meet a few killers.

Two houses down, I could feel- not a tug so much as a presence, an echo of Craig's spirit reacting to his body. It was the only one on the street with its lights on and its garage, while not lit, was open. There was a car in the garage, another in the driveway, and a pickup at the curb in front.

"258?" I asked Craig, though I knew the answer already. His anger flared and I felt the oncoming storm again. I snapped at him. "That's two strikes, Craig. I'm sorry for your death, but if you end up driving my body into a crime scene or, god forbid, getting me killed next, I will kick your ass to whatever afterlife you're headed for and stay there to keep kicking it for eternity."

Big words for a short fat lady, but this is, in fact, my body on the line right now. I probably wouldn't be able to follow through on any ass-kicking, but dammit, I would try.

Craig was silent, and I could feel him steaming, petulant like a child denied a toy but with the power of a grown man behind it. With my stomach tying itself in knots and my hands starting to tremble, I dialed 911, hoping it would help quell the rising panic.

"258 South Pine Street. I think there's been a murder. I don't know the state of the crime scene or if the perp is still there, but you might be able to catch them if you hurry. The victim is Craig Davis, white adult male, either shot or stabbed in the chest, likely multiple times-"

"Wait, is this Tabby? The necro girl?"

Oh god I hope that isn't what the operators call me regularly-- I know I'm a bit of a 911 cryptid, since the usual intruder calls are to the non-emergency line, but if I get known as the necro girl I might have to move to a different state.

"Yeah, uh, necromancer, yeah-" I couldn't help but stumble over my words, now, with my train of thought derailed by the interruption. "-uh, murder?"

"Right! I'll send someone."

I murmured a thanks and hung up before she could ask me to stay on the line. I already had to stay around for the cops so Craig could give a statement, and making small talk with the 911 operator was not in the spoons tonight.

I don't like cops much, but in my line of work, they're kind of a necessity. I need to stay on the police force's good side because I need them to remove attempted murderers from my property on the regular. ...and also because graverobbing is still technically illegal, even if I do have the body owner's permission to dig them up.

At least most of the locals who know of me and my employees are chill about it. It took a bit of effort to get to that point, but now at least people don't run screaming from the less-presentable of my employees…

The blue lights of the police showed up fairly quickly, followed almost immediately by the red flashing of EMS. I puttered up slowly and parked my scooter just out of range as the officers set to work surrounding the house, then hung my helmet on a handlebar and walked up the rest of the way to watch the impending train wreck. I could feel Craig's anger boiling higher and tried my best to ignore it; Craig himself seemed to have fallen silent and sullen after I called him out.

"Tabby!"

I was standing just off to the side of the ambulance when someone stepped up behind me and called my name, making me jump and cringe.

"Oh- oh dear, I'm sorry, Tabs. I thought I heard you were the one who called this in!"

I straightened up immediately, face burning. I recognized that voice, bright and smooth and kind and--

"J-Jenna!" My voice was barely a squeak as I turned to face her, looking up at the round, dark face of one of the EMTs. She was a good six feet tall, maybe more, towering above me even in her uniform flats, with a brilliant smile and full lips and gorgeous natural hair pulled through the back of her uniform cap, the streetlight illuminating her from behind like a halogen angel.

Jenna had shown up to one of my early calls for assistance at No Regrets, and then she kept turning up, not every time I was in a situation where I'd be around EMTs, but often.

Concern showed on her face as she leaned to look me over.

"Are you okay? Did you see it happen, or-"

I shook my head, buying time to sort out words by tapping my temple with a finger.

"N-no, I uh- the victim woke me up, he's in here, uh, in case the cops need somethin' from him."

"Oh… are you getting enough sleep, dear? You sound exhausted. Do you want to sit in the back of the truck?"

It took me a second or two to recover from the way she called me dear, my face burning bright red. I couldn't make eye contact even for the second or two I can usually manage so that people don't immediately think I'm being dishonest.

"I- uh- um- w-well, it's, uh, it is like 4am--" I stammered, trying desperately to find words. "I-I guess 'm sleepin' okay, uh, how're… you doing??"

I have never been a great orator and the list of why that is gets a bit longer with every um and stutter.

Jenna's face bloomed into a gorgeous, open grin.

"I'm on 12-hour overnights right now, so I'm basically at least 60 percent Red Bull at any given time. Everyone okay up there at the House? Last I heard y'all were digging up half the lawn.”

I nodded, unable to keep from grinning. At least this was a subject I could talk to her about without making an absolute ass of myself--

"Yeah! The new girl, Chris, she's gotten Daryl and Roy to help her get the vegetable garden going! It's plenty big enough to take care of all of us, and I worked out a deal with the soup kitchen so that they get any of our excess, once things are running smoothly, and I can use their account to buy from that bulk food program that's usually only open to chari- oop-!" I bit my tongue and cringed. Right. I'm pretty sure that's technically fraud and I just admitted to it in front of-

There was a commotion from the house that snapped me back to attention, and the cops were leading a man out in handcuffs. He looked pale and shaken, spattered in blood, and not quite… present, like he had just checked out of reality for his own good. That… was a familiar look. I furrowed my brow. He certainly didn't look like a maniacal killer-

"He caught me with his wife," I said. Well. Craig said. I jumped. Jenna jumped. I flushed and covered my mouth reflexively.

"N-no that was him! The victim!" I squeaked. Jenna laughed, a hearty belly laugh, and covered her own mouth, though she was doing a terrible job of hiding her grin.

"I figured! If he caught you with his wife, it would be an upgrade!"

At this point, you could probably fry an egg on my face. Hell, my glasses were starting to fog up-- I stammered for a few moments, trying desperately to find something to say, and it was Craig who saved me, if you could call it that. I was too caught up in my embarrassment and awkwardness to realize how much anger and frustration he was radiating.

"Motherfucker told me he'd have my job! Son of a bitch thinks he can get away with doing this to me, he's gonna fucking pay--"

The oncoming storm crashed over me before I could get a grip on it, and all of a sudden I was lumbering forward, snarling words that weren't my own, and dragging a gardening pickaxe out of my truck -- Craig's truck -- on my way to the man and the cops--

I let out a shriek, in my own voice, feeling the sound cutting my throat raw. I wrested control of my body back with a lurch, falling on my ass in the yard with the force of it while the silvery-blue form of Craig was ejected from my body, screaming obscenities.

I threw my hand forward, fighting for whatever thoughts and words I could find to fix this. I saw Craig right himself and move back towards me, and the first incantation -- if you could call it that -- that my brain grasped left my lips in a single desperate breath, with a dizzying rush of power--

"INTHENAMEOFTHEMOONIBANISHYOU--!!"

The force of the hurried exorcism rushed outward like a sonic boom, strong enough for even the mundanes around me to feel, and Craig's spirit let out a yowl of rage for a brief second before twisting around itself and collapsing in with a sickening crunch, crushing smaller and smaller until it was gone.

I winced -- not my best exorcism. At all.

As the flare of adrenaline dropped almost immediately and I came back to myself properly, I realized -- blurrily, as my glasses had gotten thrown off somewhere -- at least two officers had their weapons half-drawn at me, though they were looking over at where Craig's spirit had disappeared.

I collapsed the rest of the way onto the grass, shaking, and covered my face with my hands, trying with everything within me not to start crying. I should have realized he'd try something like that, why hadn't I been paying attention- I could have been attacked, I could have been arrested, I could have had to watch myself beat a man to death and I- fuck--

The sob that came out was squeaky and pained, and I pressed my hands harder against my face, like that would stop anything else from going wrong. I should have brought someone-- I shouldn't have let him possess me-- I should have been paying more attention--

Warm tears ran from the corners of my eyes, down my cheeks, to pool in my ears, making my already-trembling body shiver harder with the unpleasant sensation. I'd let myself get complacent, hadn't lost control of a possession like that in years, and- I'd almost- fuck--

"Honey, honey, sit up for me. Tabby? C'mon, let's get you up--"

Numbly, I let Jenna help me into a sitting position, where she wrapped a blanket around me and pressed an open bottle of water into my hands.

"Take slow sips. Are you okay? Just shaken?"

I nodded, some part of me grateful that I couldn't quite see her face properly without my glasses, because I didn't want to see what she thought about me after that. She sighed, though, and sounded relieved when she murmured "Good."

My whole body felt like jelly, trembling so hard I could feel the water in the bottle sloshing around, and I kept flashing from too hot to too cold to too hot again, and I couldn't even sort out my thoughts--

Jenna sat down beside me and rubbed my back. If I wasn't having a complete breakdown, I might have enjoyed it.

I don't know how long it took for me to calm down and clear my head, but the car with the other man had left, and the other EMTs had loaded Craig's body into the ambulance while Jenna sat next to me and made sure I was doing okay.

After a while, though, I blinked and shifted my torso, then opened the blanket more and cursed at the bloom of red on my hoodie.

I heard Jenna curse as well as she stood up, but I grabbed her pants leg.

"N-no, 'm okay," I mumbled, and instead of trying to speak more, I reached to pull my hoodie and tank up my stomach to show bruised, but completely unbroken skin, covered in blood, rivulets following my stretch marks and making it look even worse despite my being otherwise completely uninjured. "See, 'm okay." This was not the first time I've had a possession lead to the dead's cause of death showing on my own body. It wasn't even the bloodiest.

Jenna sat back down, and I could see her leaning in a bit.

"Well damn. Magic ghost stuff, huh?"

I nodded.

"Magic ghost stuff."

I could see the flash of white against dark skin as she grinned.

"So that exorcism… Artemis or Usagi?"

It took me a moment to parse her.question, but all of a sudden I was completely back to myself, just in time to absolutely die of embarrassment.

"L-listen, I- y-you can exorcise i-in anyone's name, i-it's the power and conviction that counts--!!"

"Usagi, then." I could hear the laughter in her voice, laughter that bubbled out moments later. I wanted to crawl in a hole in embarrassment, but- it didn't feel like condescending laughter. I knew what that felt like. She seemed just genuinely amused. "I grew up with Sailor Moon, too."

I couldn't stop the squeak that eaked out, and I covered my face again.

"G-god I hope word about this doesn't get out, people already think I-I'm weird enough, and to- to fall back on anime for magic i-in a pinch is just--"

"Cute," Jenna finished.

I squeaked.

Jenna moved away for a moment, and then she settled my glasses on my nose. I couldn't make eye contact, but I did glance over at her and sheepishly murmur my thanks.

"The officers still want a statement from you, since you made the call and tried to go after the perp, but I don't think they're looking at any charges, given…" Jenna trailed off and looked over at where Craig had disappeared. "...yeah."

I nodded, slowly, and then found myself yawning, the adrenaline drop setting in especially hard.

"...d'you think it can wait 'til tomorrow… 've kinda had a rough night."

"I think they'll be okay with that."

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

Birthday from the boys (NRC)

Something to know for reading all of this is that I’m going to try my best to write platonic relationships that can be implied as romantic. Because some people may like a character but not feel romantic feelings towards them but still would like to know how they would act on their birthday.

Part two is the teachers and RSA

Riddle

He would prune the garden himself, regardless of the queen of hearts laws he would paint the roses your favorite color

He would lead you to the garden where the two of you would have tea and talk for hours

Eventually taking you around the garden

Ace

Out of all of these boys, he’s the one that’s most likely to forget your birthday

This man did not write it down

He overhears you talking with the other first years and them saying happy birthday. Then it finally clicks and he remembers that today is your birthday and he plays it off like he remembered

He’s not being mean in any way he just honestly doesn’t remember birthdays well

He talks with the first years while you’re not around and plans a little sleepover of sorts at your dorm

When you come back to your dorm for the night you find all of the first years there and they’re just kind of chilling in the lounge

They bring out a cake for you saying that they all baked and decorated it themselves but with the experience that the first years have it’s a strange-looking cake but it does it taste all that bad it’s just a lot of frosting and decorations because each one of them wanted to add a personal touch.

You guys have fun run around the dorm causing trouble

Then once it turns 12 you guys decide to settle down for the night and plot twist you don’t actually go to bed but instead play Mario kart till 3 AM

Deuce

He would try his hardest the whole day to make it the most perfect and kind of relaxing day ever. But utterly fail

In his eyes, he failed but it’s not that big of a deal

He’ll try to hold the door open for you or carry you around for fun and either, drop you, or trip

He feels really bad the whole day that he keeps messing everything up and it keeps getting less and less romantic

At the end of the day, you assure him that you had the best time and it was very fun. Which he doesn’t really believe because again he feels like he failed but he’s glad you had a good time.

He also stays the night hanging out with you until you fall asleep.

Trey

He would bake you a cake from scratch and decorated it with little flowers of your favorite color

He’s a really sweet guy so he would invite a couple of your close friends maybe three or four of them so that you’re not alone on your birthday and you also won’t have any leftover cake because you’ll eat it all.

A very nice and sweet get together messing around having fun

Cater

The morning would start very easy with the simple happy birthday and him taking you skateboarding you don’t have to go to a skating park or anything like that he’s just gonna teach you a couple of tricks.

But progressively throughout the day, it gets more centric and fun

At the end of the night can you both watch fireworks after you’ve just got done bungee jumping...

Leona

He’s not going to skip his morning to afternoon nap to tell you happy birthday even if he does care

A prince got to get his beauty sleep

When he wakes up he goes and attempts to find you and if he doesn’t he just goes man and gives up but if he does find you he tells you happy birthday and then walks off

Depending on your relationship with him he could be very distant and not caring but if you go and hang out with him during the afternoon when he’s not sleeping he’s pretty chill about it not really caring that you’re there if you have a negative disposition towards him he might care and tell you to leave.

Ruggie

He would take you shopping for the day

You might think he doesn’t have any money but those are jobs that he’s been working aren’t for nothing

He took all of the money he could for an entire month of work and saved it up spending it on your birthday

“What?! this is only part of my savings, not my entire Life funds” hehe...

Jack

Since magic mirrors make travel very easy he decides to take you back to his hometown

Not to meet his parents or anything but just to hang out because he talks about home a lot and wants to take you. What better time than your birthday

He takes you around his town and tells you about all of these places that he has memories that as well as putting you in the general direction of where he lives

He takes you to do all the fun things you can think of where he lives

When you both go back tonight NRC he quickly takes you by his dorm so he can grab something

He comes back with his gift to you which is a little cactus for you to take care of.

Azul

He wouldn’t have a birthday party for you

He would however have you meet him in the lounge

you two would have dinner together

Just the two of you...

you’ll take a walk through dorms halls just to talk in this moment you share alone

Jade

He would hang out with you if you wanted him to if you didn’t want him to he would tell you to go hang out with your friends since it is your special day

He would give you some sort of terrarium or if you’re not into those he would give you a rare plant for you to take care of as a gift

If you did want to hang out with him and you didn’t care where you went he’d invite you to a botanical garden for the day.

Whether you like it or not he’ll probably talk on and on about each plant and its properties in medicine and poison

Floyd

He would throw a great surprise birthday party for you

He’s got all of your favorite foods your favorite drink an awesome cake

And somehow he surprisingly kept this under wraps until the time of your birthday party

It would be in you’re dorm, and don’t worry afterward he would help you clean up the mess

When you walk in the door he has everyone holding confetti launchers... which he 100% is going to help you clean up after a lot of convincing

Kalim

This man knows how to throw parties and that’s terrifying

He would throw a massive party for you

He’s inviting all of NRC as long as they’re friends with you. Hell if you had friends in RSA he would invite them too.

He would have one of your other friends distract you for the day because it’s going to take the entire day to set up this banquet

He’s got everything a giant cake, fancy lights, a lounge area, a DJ, a chocolate fountain anything and everything that you would need for a successful party

Throughout the day if you try to go see him at all somebody’s always there to stop you and to distract you

You guys party for the whole night

Jamil

He would not throw a birthday party for you

As we all know he’s not really a people person

Chill about it passes you in the hall and says happy birthday

He offers to make you dinner but if you want to you can always decline

Although there is one thing you can’t decline and that’s the magic carpet ride he wants to take you on

He wouldn’t ask to borrow the magic carpet he’d just do it

Vil

He would throw a big banquet for you regardless of what you want

He’ll probably say something along the lines of “Fufufu do you think I have the time to do all this? someone else said it was a good idea and they did all the work it’s not as if I care or have time to.” But we all know he cares

He about all of Pomefiore if you have to invite any of your friends outside of the dorm he would be a little irritated and save fine I guess you can about your “other friends”

Epel

It would be the beginning of the day and he’s down the hall in spots you. He would immediately not yell your name but scream it and run to you yelling happy birthday. It would make quite the scene but he wants everyone to know that it’s your birthday and also Vil would probably hate the fact that he just screamed.

He asks you if you’re ready to “rock and roll” (for anyone who doesn’t know this is just a saying to ask if you’re “ready to go”)

He’s taking you on a trip to go do a bunch of fun stuff in town and to probably prank some people because why not.

Rook

Wouldn’t throw you a party instead he would probably stop by your dorm and announce his presence and sing you happy birthday.

Bring you some sort of small gift

He would tell you that he will follow you the whole day and you can do whatever you want with him

Rook is rather chill compared to some of the other boys. However, if you want him to he can take over because he’s kept note of what you like to do so he would take you to do things that you like.

Idia

He wouldn’t do anything special for your birthday

In fact, he’d probably have Ortho buy three slices of cake only, for the three of you

Throughout the day he doesn’t say anything about it

When you go to his dorm later he tells you happy birthday you guys eat the cake together

He kind of half-heartedly apologizes for not being able to throw a proper birthday party for you and that he’s sorry but his anxiety kind of got the best of him.

To make up for it he offers to play games with him until you want to leave

Before you leave he gives you a flower. An Asphodel The primary symbolic meaning of the Asphodel flower is peace after death and the afterlife, but this is not the meaning that is implied it is a white flower which generally symbolizes purity also it’s a symbolic flower of Hades

Ortho

He throws a big party at your dorm (if your dorm is Ignihyde he’d take it somewhere else), not ignihyde. Because the students are quite antisocial and it would be very disruptive.

He would invite all of your best friends

It is the cutest surprise birthday party ever

There would be fireworks, trick candles, and so many fun childish games that you would play at a party

Malleus

Malleus is somewhere in between depending on what you want so no this won’t be a surprise birthday

He’ll either throw a big party for you in the diasomnia dorm inviting basically everyone from all the dorms as long as they know you

Or if you’re more on the reserve side or you want a smaller party he’ll have a couple of your close friends join him and going to your dorm and having a get-together little party for you.

If you want to though he is 100% okay with just you and him hanging out for the day

Sebek

This man is crazy

He wrote down your birthday and planned weeks in advance

He would write down everything that you like in hopes that when it becomes your birthday he has everything that you could ever want on that day

He tries his best to bake a cake but then realizes that he’s actually really good at it

On the day of you’d think that he be really loud and excitable and overbearing but in fact, he is the complete opposite being very considerate and not quiet but an inside voice because he doesn’t want to stress you out or seem disingenuous.

He doesn’t host a party for all of your friends it’s just you and him. The reason for this and putting in so much effort just for you and him is because he’s rather shy when it comes to not just romantic feelings but platonic feelings as well not showing people how he really feels especially when it’s around other people as well. So it’s kind of to make himself feel more comfortable as well

Silver

Silver isn’t the party kind of person so he’ll probably get you a cute little gift like a bouquet of roses specifically white roses to symbolize purity or maybe a charm bracelet.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to throw you a birthday party it’s just that he doesn’t know how to go about it since the only parties ever really celebrated is his own because of Lilia when he was younger.

If you say something about not having a party or a cake he’ll get a little sad thinking that he might have failed you.

He’ll probably just follow you around doing whatever you wanted for the day as long as you didn’t have class.

He would also have a cute little lunch with you of food that he made before. You guys would probably go sit in the courtyard and eat next to a tree. Be careful though he may or may not fall asleep...

You might have to wake you’re sleeping, Prince

Lilia

He’ll invite you to a concert and then right as the performance is about to start he’ll say something like he has to use the restroom or he’s going to get a drink and he’ll be right back he promises.

As the performance is starting and the lights turn off you start to worry that he’s going to miss it

And then as the stage lights turn on and you see him on stage getting ready to perform

He’s going to perform an entire album that he and the light music club came up with for you as a birthday gift

Knowing him at the end of the performance he’s probably going to get off the stage to go and kiss you (Not necessarily on the lips if it’s a platonic relationship it’s probably on the forehead with the cheek as a sign of affection no love).

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Oh Baby Chapter 10

Wooo there’s a lot happening in this bad boy! And a lot of cute dad Gibbs moments! Enjoy! Thanks to the lovely @leroyjethrogibbsgirl for the brainstorming and writing sessions!

Masterlist | oh baby master list

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Since Amelia’s party the Gibbs family had been doing pretty well. They were still doing family counseling sessions, and Y/N and Gibbs had been going together as well. Y/N knew since gibbs wasn’t a talker, if they went together he’d get to hear strategies that they told Y/N to try and wouldn’t feel so alone.

Gibbs had even agreed to start a low dose of medication to help with his panic and episodes. Y/N was beyond proud of her husband and couldn’t believes the process he made. Sniper was also a big help, and the fact that his little girl loved snuggling up to him, which always calmed him down.

Y/N was feeling close to normal again until Gibbs got a call from Vance that had him seething. She set Amelia and Piper up with toys in her room and went in to check on Gibbs.

“Hey baby wh-“

“He’s out”

“What? Who?Y/N asked and then froze. “That maniac that tried to take our daughter is out?”

“Escaped during transport. Agents are coming here to guard the house, but I’m staying and working the case from here. Dinozzo’s got point at NCIS. I’m not leaving you girls.”

She hugged him tight, amazed that he was not running to the navy yard to make sure he can tackle the man himself.

It had been a solid week of fear for the Gibbs family. All three of them stayed hunkered in their home with police details around the perimeter. Y/n made sure to not scare Amelia by making it like a mini vacation but Gibbs could tell it was getting to her. And y/n could tell it was wearing Jethro down. She had even began to suspect that he had stopped taking his medication.

He was on edge, more so than normal, moody and a little snappy. Y/N also noticed that when she went to put her bottle of new meds away that Gibbs’ hadn’t been touched.

Y/N had woke up that morning, expecting her husband to already be up grumbling around like usual.

She was surprised when she walks downstairs to Jethro making breakfast. She smiled and kissed his cheek, scooping Amelia from her seat.

“Hey there my cuties! How are we doing?” She asked as she goes to put coffee on.

“Good just got up” Gibbs said as he kissed both girls.

“I can tell, no coffee yet.” She laughed and Amelia said.

“Poppa love coffee!”

“He sure does!” Y/N agreed.

“Coffee and my girls, all I need” He said with a smile.

As they sat down for their breakfast they suddenly heard a loud bang and yelling at the front door. Suddenly their door was knocked down and the man that had once again put them through hell was facing him.

“Where is my grand daughter!?” He screamed.

Gibbs grabbed his gun quickly from the safe and Pushed Y/N with Amelia in her arms behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Gibbs yelled and moved further between his girls and the man.

“I’m here from my grand daughter!” He lunged forward and Y/N thought quickly throwing the freshly brewed coffee at him, giving her time to get Amelia out of the room and lock them both in the bathroom, calling 911.

By the time Y/N was off the phone, she heard a gun shot and huddled Ami closer to her until Jethro knocked on the door “it’s me it’s safe.”

He whispered and Y/N leaned enough to unlock the door while huddling Amelia close. Gibbs pushed in and scooped his girls in his arms.

“He’s gone” he said and kissed her head. “We’re safe.”

“Gone gone?” She asked.

He nodded “pulled a gun on me, officers saw it. It’s already been declared self defense... it’s over.”

She nodded and snuggled into him allowing Amelia to cling to them both as he continued to sooth them both.

“We need to head to NCiS to for debrief and report officially.”

“Bad man gone? We see my Ziva?”

“Yeah baby the bad man is gone and we’ll see your Ziva and uncles probie and Tony.”

“Yayyy daddy keep us safe”

“Always” Gibbs said as he snuggled her close.

The Gibbs family showed up and NCIS a little worse for wear. Y/N was holding onto Amelia pretty tight, she clung back around her neck even tighter and had her little hand around her dad’s finger as they walked.

Gibbs was very agitated and y/N could tell. He separated and went to debrief with the director.

Y/N and Amelia say and Gibb’s desk with Ziva and the rest of the team when Gibbs came out. “I’m done with this, you should have done more they heard Gibbs scream and slam the door, his flip phone bouncing off the floor.

“Gibbs” director Vance shouted as Y/N and Tony stood up to go after Gibbs and Amelia became crying.

“Jethro!” Y/N yelled as she and and Tony caught up to him as he reached the elevator.

“I’m fine!” He grunted.

“You’re not” Tony said

“You’re shaking” y/n pointed out and held his hand. He shook her off and gruffly said “I am fine.”

“Boss you’re not. You need to get yourself together.” Tony said

“For us, for me and your daughter” she said and Gibbs looked up to where Amelia was crying in ziva’s arms.

He sniffed and nodded his head taking Y/N’s hand.

“I scared her”

“We’re all scared, we need you. It’s okay if you’re scared but we need you.”

He nodded again and y/N started to pull him toward the desks

“will you hear us out? Let us help you? Please?” Y/N asked as he scooped Amelia from Ziva.

“Peas let us help poppa! We no want you be angy! Me and momma give you huggies and we all feel better!” She squeaked as she hugged him. “Get help for mealia poppa!” She said nuzzling into him and he could feel the last of his walls breaking down.

“I’m sorry I yelled baby! I’m so sorry.” He sniffled and held onto her and Y/N’s hand.

“It’s Otay poppa! Me and momma and da team help you!”

“That’s right boss we’re here” Ziva said and Tony and McGee nodded.

“Jethro” y/n whispered. “Needing help, needing medication or a counselor isn’t weak.”

“I know” he whispered. “You’re the strongest person I know I just, I shouldn’t need all that to protect you.”

“You don’t need that to protect us but you do need help to manage the anxiety of the situation. We all do. And most of all we need you. So please do whatever it takes to make sure we have that?”

He nodded and hugged his girls to him “anything for you both.”

“We can all go together tonight, I’ll call in an emergency appointment, please?”

Gibbs nodded and looked at his team.

“We’ll wrap this up and we’ll deliver dinner to your house tonight” ducky insists.

“Thank you all” Gibbs whispered as he and his girls got on the elevator.

“Thank you for sticking by me, I’m so sorry I scared you.” Gibbs said as he guided his girls towards the car.

“Poppa no scary” Amelia said “poppa saved us and was angry at scary guy!”

“Yup poppa is our hero!” Y/n said

“Momma was pretty brave today too, I taught you well but where’d that coffee trick come from.” He smiled.

“Needed to protect our baby bear” she chuckled and ticketed Amelia’s side.

Gibbs smiled whispering “I love you momma bear”

“And we’re both very glad we have you as the poppa bear to our momma and baby bear!”

Gibbs smiled and kissed Y/N before driving home.

About 2 weeks after the incident at the Gibbs home and the impromptu intervention, things were looking up for the Gibbs family. Gibbs, Y/N and Amelia had all been attending counseling, together and separately, whatever any of them needed.

Gibbs was getting back into the swing of taking his medication and finally feeling safer and more relaxed about Amelia not being right near him. There were tough days for all involved but they always had each other to lean on.

Lately when Gibbs was working on his boat the girls would sneak away to Amelias room to work on a “secret project” or “the -ecret propject” as Amelia called it. Gibbs played along and smiled after Y/N told him she promised she’d give his first mate back to help on his boat as soon as the project was finished.

Gibbs knew Father’s Day was coming up and couldn’t deny he was pretty excited for their “propject”. So he would take Sniper down the basement with him instead of his girls to keep him company.

While Gibbs and His puppy son were having bonding time with the boat, the girls were hard at work on a few very special gifts and Amelia (and Y/N had been having a very hard time keeping a secret. The night before Father’s Day Y/N wrapped up the gifts in brown butchers paper and had Amelia color all over it. She hid it away and smiled as she thought about his face when he would open it.

The next morning Y/N woke up bright and early somehow succeeding in waking up before her perpetually early husband. He didn’t stay sleeping long, when she moved to get up he rasped “morning baby”

She huffed and turned to kiss him. “Good morning handsome, but it’s Father’s Day so please either go back to sleep or just lay here and pretend we woke you up in like 15 minutes. “Yes ma’am” he smiled as she got and went to leave the room before popping her head back in. “And happy Father’s Day, thanks for doing this whole parenting thing with me.” She added, causing his face to break into a big smile.

She left the room and snuck into Amelias room, kissed her head.

“Hey baby” she said and watched her daughter sleepily open her eyes.

“Hi momma” she whispered and the. Promptly added “poppa?”

Y/N giggled and answered “it’s poppa day so we’re gonna bring him coffee in bed!”

“Yayyy!” She cheered

Y/N and Amelia prepared Gibbs coffee and presents and headed upstairs.

That snuck into his and Y/N’s room and “woke” him up by kissing his cheeks.

“Well hello there my beautiful girls, and boy” he said and kissed them both, patting sniper, who had followed them in, on the head.

“HAPPY POPPA DAY POPPA!” Amelia squealed as Gibbs set his coffee down to scoop her up!

“We has presents!”

“You do?” Gibbs asked with a smile as Y/N set them down for Amelia to give him.

“We worked really hard on these ones huh meals? We started a few months ago.” Y/N said as Gibbs began to open the larger package leaving out that they had actually started this project when they were in protective custody, to help them not miss him so much.

As he tore the paper he saw 2 scrap books and couldn’t help but smile as he flipped through the first one that said family.

There were over a dozen decorated pages with pictures of his family. Every group he’d ever called his family in fact. Old pictures of when he was a boy, pictures with Mike franks and dwayne pride from his early days of NCIS, pictures with Shannon and Kelly, pictures of his current NCIS team with hand written notes from each of his 3 agents and plenty of pictures of him, Amelia, and Y/N. On the back page was a picture Amelia had drawn (with Y/N’s help) of all the people in her family. Gibbs teared up when he saw it included a scribbled frame in stick figure Amelia’s hand labeled “Shannon and my sister Kelly”.

“Poppa you like it?” Amelia peeped as she climbed up to wipe his tears.

“I love it baby! Thank you so much. He said as he smiled at Y/N.

“Momma you said da other one would make poppa cry!” She giggled as she went to sit in her mom’s lap so her dad could look at the second book.

“All happy tears though” y/n clarified as she kissed her head.

Gibbs picked up the second book and quickly understood why Y/N would say he’d cry. One the front cover were bright stickered letters that said “Gibbs’ girls” and smaller silver font that said “a picture book of proof that you’re the best dad ever”

The tears came as he opened the first page and saw 2 pictures, one of Amelia and himself sanding his boat, and one of Kelly and him sanding a boat. With decorations and Y/N’s hand writing that said “2 girls lucky enough to be their dad’s ‘first mate’.

Gibbs looked up and pulled both his girls into a hug. “I love it” he whispered.

“We used pictures we knew you were okay with sharing with us and they are all copied. Originals are safe in their boxes.” Y/N explained.

“What could be better than a picture book of all of my girls huh?” He smiled as he turned to her page that proudly showcased photos of all 4 of his girls.

“We were hoping you’d tell us the stories of some of them” y/N said and Gibbs nodded as he began telling a story about riding horses with Kelly.

“Poppa one more!” Amelia peeped after his story.

“Another gift?” He asked an took the small box from her.

“Yup, this one we didn’t hand make, but it’s still special” y/N explained.

Gibbs opened the box to see a silver with a small silver tag holding a link of chain together, the tags had the initials K and A etched in it, and on the back that laid against his arm it said “#1 dad to Kelly and Amelia Gibbs”

He couldn’t even talk he was so loved by the gift.

“Thank you” he said as he tucked both of them under his arm.”

“We wanted you to know how lucky all your girls were and are to have you J” Y/N said with a kiss to his cheek as Amelia added “best poppa Eva”

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve any of you.” He said as Y/N clasped the bracelet on. “But I am so lucky.”

The Gibbs’ spent that day enjoying and celebrating being a family, as well as visited and calls from each of the team to their ‘work dad’ and Y/N put it. Gibbs couldn’t have asked for a better ‘poppa day.”

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dsmp vigilante!au headcanons (minor-centric)

vigilante info:

ranboo’s ability is teleportation

he naturally looks like he does in the dsmp, ie half-white half-black skin & hair and is extremely tall

his mutation makes him stand out a lot so he’s always nervous about going out in public and getting his identity revealed

to throw people off, his vigilante outfit is his origins skin, so he paints the white half of his body black in hopes of making his vigilante persona look less like he does irl

he’s the second one out of the four to start vigilantism, so he’s a bit more experienced (as a tribute to how much he plays hypixel)

purpled is the one who became a vigilante first

he can create this purple miasma that when breathed in, affects people’s cognitive abilities (they become less aware of their surroundings, have sloppier movements, etc). this helps him sneak past heroes unnoticed and gives him an advantage when fighting villains

his outfit includes a gas mask to both hide his face and protect him from his own power

tommy. you know what’s coming.

he doesn’t have a power

it isn’t that much of an issue though, because tommy has lived on the streets nearly his entire life. he knows the city’s layout like the back of his hand and he makes sure to stay extremely agile in order to take down his opponents

he uses gadgets to give him an edge during fights and has the largest win streak out of the four of them (though that’s probably cause he’s always looking for a fight so he goes patrolling the most out of all of them)

he and tubbo were the last ones to become vigilantes

tubbo’s super power is lovingly named hive mind. he basically has the ability to connect to the technology around him, making it easy to hack into police radios/street cameras and tell the others where trouble might be happening

he patrols the least out of all of them because he’s usually sitting in front of all his monitors giving them info based on what he sees

he’s very tech-savvy and was the one who made all of tommy’s gadgets

how they met:

tommy and tubbo were the ones who met first

tommy was living in an abusive household *cough* dream? *cough* and he ran away at a young age to live in the streets instead

tubbo was dropped off at a police station as a baby, and was constantly being moved through different foster homes growing up

when they were both around 14, they met at a park and instantly clicked. tommy offered for tubbo to run away with him and tubbo, sick of not having a family that wouldn’t leave him, agreed

tommy showed him the ropes of how to live in the streets and eventually tubbo used his power to very legally what are you talking about find a source of income so they could buy an apartment

they met ranboo a couple months into their vigilantism

basically tommy got in quite the pickle while patrolling and ranboo saw and teleported him to safety

they ended up keeping in touch and the three of them became friends

then tommy and tubbo ran into purpled for the first time

basically purpled had almost gotten caught by the police, and tubbo intercepted their tech to freak them out while tommy grabbed him and ran back to their base

purpled kept in touch, and not long after tommy and tubbo found out that he already knew ranboo

purpled and ranboo met about a year before they met tommy and tubbo

they were both still kinda new to being vigilantes, and they teamed up for a good couple of months. purpled helped ranboo with fighting to lessen his anxiety and ranboo was purpled’s escape if he needed an immediate out

once they improved they went their separate ways but kept in touch in case they needed each other

when tommy and tubbo found out they were like “yo that’s so cool!” and so all four of them became a team

not long after their identities ended up getting revealed to each other. tommy offered for ranboo and purpled to live with him and tubbo saying “the minors have to stick together”

they accepted and figured out how to make their tiny apartment house four teenagers

living together in such a small space made them really close. they all sleep on the floor with two mattresses pushed together since the bed was too small. they are all very in sinc/coordinated with each other from having to avoid knocking into each other in the tiny apartment

friend group roles:

tommy is feral. he’s literally always looking for a fight

he gets into a lot of trouble because he’s always getting into big fights which can attract heroes or the police

he patrols the most out of the group and is the most well-known vigilante when it comes to the civilians in the area

tommy hates it when people fuck with his family. since he’s always kinda pissed, he’s more than happy to beat the hell out of whoever messed with his friends

if tommy’s the sword that attacks people who hurt someone in the group, then tubbo’s the one who wields that sword

the dude is merciless and VERY protective. if he finds out you hurt one of the others you can expect your bank account to be empty, all of your crimes to be leaked to the police, and an angry blonde being sent after you to send you to said police. he will literally make sure your entire life is ruined in the span of one night

his friends aren’t safe from his wrath either. if one of them gets hurt he will first ruin whoever hurt them and then turn around and make sure they regret being so stupid. the others feel bad when it happens cause he sometimes cries when he yells at them to stay safe dammit

now you think that tommy is the one that causes the most trouble but in reality? ranboo takes the cake

the dude is a trouble magnet and at least 90% of the time he doesn’t even want trouble to begin with.

he just always happens to be there when a bank robbery happens, always happens to be in the same place as heroes while out patrolling

the other three get grey hairs just thinking about him and his terrible luck

with the other three being such extremes, purpled is the stabilizer. the mediator

he’s very chill and doesn’t probe or ask questions

if tubbo and tommy have a fight they will both go to him to talk about it. then, instead of saying “well tommy/tubbo feels like this” he goes “how do you think tommy/tubbo felt during that?”

it always leads to them understanding each other and apologizing, meanwhile purpled will sit there like “mission accomplished”

he’s also usually the one ranboo goes to when his anxiety becomes too much

sbi enters the fray:

tommy is the one that runs into and is adopted by the sbi first

he meets wilbur when they’re both in civilian wear and they become really good friends almost instantly

wilbur figures out that he’s a vigilante pretty quickly but doesn’t do anything about it besides telling him that he knows

meanwhile tommy’s totally convinced that wilbur’s just a chill civilian

he talks to tubbo about it and tubbo immediately does a background check

purpled takes one look at wilbur and goes “he’s giving me hero vibes”

when tubbo confirms this tommy freaks out and avoids wilbur

which makes wilbur panic because he assumes tommy got hurt while fighting crime

he ends up telling techno and phil about it and with their help they find tommy

only to discover that he’s living in a one bedroom apartment with three other children and no adults in sight

the quirky quartet is immediately freaked out by three heroes discovering their “base” and tommy, as expected, ends up getting mad

wilbur’s like “where were you?! i thought you died on patrol or something!”

and tommy’s like “you’re a hero!”

and wilbur goes “yeah??? so?!?!”

and tommy blinks

and wilbur sits there, confused, before it dawns on him

“you mean you didn’t know?!?!”

“how was i supposed to know you’re a hero?!”

“i thought you knew!! just like i knew you were a vigilante!!”

“well i didn’t, asshole!!!”

needless to say they all calmed down once the quartet realized that the other three weren’t going to arrest them

they all keep in touch and continue their respective professions

techno gets attached to ranboo pretty quickly and so the sbi starts visiting more

and when they get to know tubbo and his anger issues and purpled and his caring nature the adults all kinda just agree that “yeah, these are our kids now”

eventually they convince the four to move in with them since they have an actual house

the quartet chooses to sleep in one bedroom still cause sleeping by themselves makes them uneasy now and so they have the biggest room in the house and it has two bunk beds and a pillow fort they made their first week living there

they usually sleep in a pile inside the fort instead of their beds

it totally absolutely does not make the three adults silently scream at how adorable they are