#but I also want to be the grandpa grandma uncle does make sense?

[gummiix]

I feel like when I’m a grandpa or the grandpa uncle and I’ll be in that chair rockin up there going on about “kids these days never have true fun…. Never play true games…. Hoho…. You need to go back to the times of pure, raw, heart & soul in the gaming industry….” and it’s just me and mario galaxy

[astraysimp]

𓆩⟡𓆪Hello hello! It’s 9mitm Friday! It’s our dumpling boy’s turn and man…..this one challenged me. My brain was working hard trying to figure out and plan this fic. LMAO, I enjoyed the challenge and hope you guys enjoy this chapter! XOXO

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: For as long as you could remember–once your cousins and siblings had found partners, got married and had kids- your family always asked when it was going to be your turn. You hated it, seeing as it got brought up at every family function, but when you and Hyunjin announced your ‘relationship’ last year they shut up….but they still asked about kids…..until you and Hyune showed up with your baby in tow

𓆩⟡𓆪Warnings: fake dating(to real dating) trope, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, reader’s family is kinda annoying, you and Hyun have kept your baby a secret(no ill intentions), fem!reader, petnames, if my math of baby’s age doesn’t line actually make sense please pretend it does :D

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Ah, Christmas dinner with your family. You loved it….but you also dreaded it. Aunts, uncles, cousins, your siblings, your parents, grandparents all asked when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, when you were going to have kids. It annoyed you to no end. That was until last year when Hyunjin had suggested that you two ‘date’ to shut them up. So, you did, appearing at your family’s Christmas dinner hand in hand.

“Wah, our y/n finally got herself a boyfriend!”

“Finally! She’s not single anymore!”

“A boyfriend?! Oh my god, you brought your boyfriend?!”

“When did you meet?!”

“How long have you been together?!”

“He’s so handsome! Where did you meet him?!”

That was all you heard, until you heard the “so, when are you having kids?” You and Hyunjin hadn’t known what to say, heck your ‘relationship’ was only a show, to shut them up. So, you didn’t answer, telling them, “oh, it’ll be a while.”

It ,in fact, was not a little while. You and Hyunjin had baby Iseul only 9 months later. But, opted not to tell your family, due to wanting to soak up and bask in your new lives as parents.

That brought you to now.

Currently, it was Christmas day and you were getting Iseul ready to go to your family’s Christmas dinner. You were already dressed, wearing a red dress, the skirt sparsely covered in gold sequins, a pair of nylon tights on your legs, a pair of delicate black heels on your feet. You curled your hair, tying half of it up with a bow, your makeup already done– brown and gold eyeshadow accentuated your eyes, blank eyeliner elongating them and ruby red lipstick gracing your plump lips.

Tonight, you and Hyunjin were going to introduce Iseul to your family.

A lot in both yours and Hyunjin’s lives had changed. Your( what started as a fake) relationship had blossomed into a real relationship, you had Iseul 5 months ago, you lived together, he gave you a promise ring, you met his family. Oh, did I mention, you had a baby 5 months ago? Because you did, and her name is Iseul. She is a dream, not fussy, has Hyunjin’s pouty lips, and doesn't cry a lot. You and Hyunjin love her, actually love is too weak a word.

Smiling, you looked down to see Iseul trying to put her foot in her mouth. Laughing, you gently held her legs in your hands, sliding a pair of tights onto her chubby legs. “Hi, my dewdrop. Are you so excited? You get to meet your grandma and grandpa, and your aunts and uncles?” You giggled, as Iseul held her arms and legs up. She giggled as you tickled her belly, high pitched squeals and giggles erupting through the room. Her laugh was one of your favorite things about her, the way she so effortlessly lit up your life with her giggle. Grabbing the dress from beside you, you carefully slid it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves.

My first Christmas

The dress read, across its velvet red fabric, white letters spelling out the words.There was soft fur, along the hem, neckline and sleeves. She looked too cute. Sliding a pair of matching socks over her feet, you smiled and tied her soft baby hair in a ponytail and added a bow. “Oh look at my baby girl! My baby girl is so cute! Should we show appa how cute you are?” You smiled, and gently picked her up, holding her on your hip, as you pointed in the mirror. “There she is! There’s my dewdrop!” You smiled, bouncing her on your hip as she giggled. “Let’s show appa, yeah?!”

Speaking of her appa– Hyunjin– where is he?

You,nor Hyunjin, could exactly remember when your ‘fake’ relationship turned into you actually dating. Was it when the two of you were relaxing on the couch of your shared apartment, his arms around your shoulders and your head on his chest? “We have to make our relationship look real, honey love.” He would tell you.

Maybe

Was it when he made you heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, for Valentine’s Day? “Happy Valentine’s Day, mumma,” he whispered in your ear. His soft yet calloused hands cradling your cheek, trying to wake you peacefully, where you laid in bed. “Morning, honey oat,” you sleepily grumbled. Your eyes slowly fluttering open to see a tray of breakfast— those exact heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries cut into hearts, a glass of orange juice and a croissant— percheched on your bed, with Hyune sitting against the headrest. “Made you breakfast, for you and the baby.” He blushed, smiling down at your half awake form.

Perhaps

Was it when you were at your 20 week ultrasound, finding out that you would be having a baby girl and the nurse beamed at you, congratulating you with a “congratulations Mr and Mrs Hwang”

Mr and Mrs.Hwang

You couldn’t remember. Your lives bled into one another seamlessly, the line between real dating and your fake show relationship seeming to disappear. It was easy. Easy as breathing. Sure, ever since you had become friends with the tall boy, you had pictured and thought of dating him. Wondered how his pillow soft and ever so plush lips would feel against your own; how it would feel to be held against his chest as he sang you to sleep at night. The thoughts always lingered in your brain, somewhere in the back. But, you never would have imagined for him to suggest putting on a show relationship to quiet your family’s ever persistent questioning.

Sure, you had also seen Hyunjin interact with babies, over your times as friends. And did it make you wonder about what it would be like to have a child with him? Yes, you weren’t going to deny it. Again, you never would have guessed it to become a reality. But, it was your reality. You and Hyunjin… sharing an apartment, welcome home kisses, having a baby shower, him healing you through. Your pregnancy.

He was there through it all, every step, milestone, doctor’s appointment. He was there. He had even picked out her name, Iseul. “I like Iseul, love. It means dewdrop. Our own little dewdrop,” He muttered, his large hand rubbing against your bump, as you two were laying in bed, one night.

Her nursery theme was his idea, as well. Themes of soft powder blue and a crème color flourishing against the walls. Hyunjin picked out each piece of furniture, as long as you approved of it, assembled them and built the nursery, filling it with his love. One of his, and your, favorite things was the mural that Hyunjin has painted. It was a picture of the sky, clouds gracing the ceiling with rain falling down, but in the spaces between the raindrops, was her name…

Iseul

Grabbing Iseul’s shoes and snow suit(one of those full body padded baby onesies) you headed towards your and Hyunjin’s shared bedroom? “Where’s appa, Iseul? Hm, where did appa go?” You pondered, seeing as he wasn’t in your bedroom, and the master bathroom light was off.

Where could he have gone? You thought to yourself, as you made your way downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Hyune? Hyunnie? Babe, where’d you go,are you ready?” You called out, entering the living room.

Then, you saw him– and damn, did he look good. His ebony hair was slicked back, a tailored Versace pair of slacks along his legs, a festive yet classy Versace crewneck on his torso, paired with a gold watch and shiny, black sleek dress shoes on his feet.

Damn, I’m lucky

He was preparing Iseul’s stroller, making sure a blanket was safely tucked in it, to make sure she was warm and had the baby bag sitting on the floor nearby. “Look, dew drop, there’s appa!” You smiled, as she giggled and kicked her feet in your hold.

“Oh! There my girls are! Hi my loves, don’t you two look so pretty?” Hyunjin smiled, turning around at your voice and seeing you standing there. Making his way over to you, he planted a kiss on your lips and Isuel’s forehead, before taking her into his arms. “My baby’s first Christmas! Are you excited, pumpkin!?” He smiled, as Iseul squished her small chubby hands on his cheeks, happy squeals and giggles leaving her mouth. “I think she is, huh dewdrop?” You smiled, adjusting her dress, before you adjusted the red bow in her hair.

Turning to you, Hyunjin smiled and kissed the crown of your head. “ I need to load the gifts and stroller into the car. Think you’ll be okay getting her ready while I do that, hon?” He asked, as you smiled with a nod. “I got it, babe. Go get everything settled,” you patted his butt lightly, taking Iseul back into your arms. With a nod of his head, Hyunjin put his long trench coat on, and grabbed the stroller and baby bag, slinging it over his stroller, “I’ll warm up the car, while I’m out there, honey!” He called, making his way into the cold night air, popping the trunk open and setting the stroller and baby bag inside.

Meanwhile, in the house, you had slid your own matching trench coat on and fastened its buttons, before setting Iseul on the couch, humming as you laid the opened baby snow suit on the cushions. “Let’s get my dew drop bundled up,” you cooed, gently booping her nose. Carefully, you laid her against the back portion of the jacket, settling her legs and arms in their respective sleeves. “One foot, and another foot and you’re all in!” You giggled, zipping up the zipper. Hyunjin had since reentered, to grab your load of presents, before leaning down to plant a kiss to yours and Iseul’s heads. “Look at my little dewdrop! You look so warm, did mommy dress you up?” He smiled as she kicked her feet, before he went to load the presents into the car.

Taking one of her shoes into your hands, you gently slid it on her foot, clasping the buckle shut. “One foot,” You smiled as she waved her arms around, looking up at you. “And one more foot,” you giggled, repeating the process with her other shoe. Picking her up, you grabbed your keys, phone and bag and made your way to the door. Turning the lights off, Hyunjin took Iseul to buckle her into her carseat. “Ready to go, my loves?”

The drive was about an hour and a half , to your parents’ house. Iseul had managed to fall asleep, and you couldn’t blame her, traffic causing a 30 minute delay. Cars bumping back to back, you had barely moved an inch. You weren’t shocked when you turned from your spot in the passenger seat, to see a sleeping Iseul on her car seat.

Driving during the holidays sucked.

But, you managed to make it, and once you pulled into the familiar driveway of your parents’ home, you smiled. Unbuckling your seat belt, you went to the trunk, grabbing the gift bags. You, carefully, made your way into the house, to be greeted by smiles and warm hugs. But, outside, Hyunjin was grabbing the stroller, setting a still sleeping baby Iseul in it, and the rest of the gifts.

“Hi,everyone! We’re here!”

Your parents rushed over to you, pulling you into their warm embrace. “Hi, love, so nice to see you! Where is that lovely boyfriend of yours?” Your mom asked, noticing Hyunjin wasn’t by your side. “He’s out bringing the rest of the gifts(and our baby) in,” You laughed, turning to hug your dad. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” Your dad asked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m good, how are you, dad?” You smiled, walking to the living room, after shrugging your jacket and shoes off, exchanging them for house slippers.

“Hi, yn!”

“Hey, where’s Hyunjin?!”

“Ynnie! So good to see you!”

Everyone called out their greetings and you smiled, giving them all a hug after you placed the presents under the, already full, tree. “He’s on his way in, we have a lot of presents to bring!” You laughed out.

You heard him before you saw him. Smiling, you could hear the wheels locking on the stroller as he was taking his jacket and shoes off. Any minute now and everyone would be in for a big surprise.

“Hello, hello! I’m here!”

And there he was. But, not only him, he came pushing the stroller in, Iseul still asleep, the soft blanket laid over her body. “And, we have a guest!”

“Is that a-”

“A stroller….a baby?!”

“When did you two have a baby?!”

“A grandbaby, oh my gosh!”

Needless to say, everyone was surprised, shocked, taken aback, confused. You laughed, as Hyunjin took Iseul out of her stroller and sat next to you. “Yep, a baby. Baby Iseul,” you smiled, seeing her stir awake. Gently, you tucked the soft fleece blanket around her body, ensuring her pacifier was shut in her mouth. But, they could also see a ring on your finger.

“What-“

“When?!”

“How old is she?!”

“What’s her name?!”

“Is that a ring?!”

Laughing, you looked over at Hyunjin, seeing him rocking Iseul in his arms. “Wow, lots of questions. But! I have answers!” You giggled, settling yourself against Hyunjin’s side, as he placed a kiss on your temple. “So, to start, her name is Iseul and she’s 5 months old. Uh, we found out we were having her after last Christmas,” You breathed out, as Hyunjin nodded. Clearing his throat, he looked toward you. “We weren’t expecting or planning on having her. She was like our own Christmas present, he laughed, “but, we really love being parents.”

“Why haven’t we met or seen her yet?” Your mom asked, curious as to what took you and Hyunjin so long to bring your baby around. Nodding your head, you smiled as Iseul was slowly stirring from her sleep. “Honestly, we just wanted to bask in having her to herself, for a while, before we brought her around everyone. Becoming parents was a change, a big one, so we wanted to soak it i, have our own memories built and just get to love on her.” You breathed out, hearing a soft whimper coming from Iseul. Hyunjin smiled and nodded, “there is absolutely no ill intentions. We just wanted to be able to soak in the new parenthood love and enjoy her to ourselves.” You both smiled, before Isuel’s whimpers turned into cries, she was hungry. “Excuse me, I think we have a hungry baby on our hands,”Hyunjin smiled, rising from his seat on the couch to grab a premade bottle from the baby bag and go to the kitchen to warm it.

It was true and you and Hyunjin loved the 5 months you had Iseul to yourselves. From the moment she was born, she had her appa wrapped around her finger. Iseul was born early in the morning,2:23 to be exact. You remember Hyunjin crying, as she was placed on your chest, her head covered in soft black hair. She has his lips, and nose but your eyes. She was—and still is— his greatest accomplishment.

Month 1 brought a lot of changes. A new sleep —if you can even call it that— schedule for you and Hyunjin, lots of waking up at the break of dawn for nightly feeds, lots of diapers and dirty clothes. But, also lots of smiles, smiles shared with each other and smiles shared with Iseul. Lots of baby giggles, gummy smiles and big brown eyes.

With each month, your hearts only grew, watching as her personality developed. She was a daddy’s girl, through and through. Loving to be held and sang to by Hyunjin. He loved to hold her small body to his bare chest. Looking up at him, her big brown eyes blinking, easily growing tired throughout the day. “It must be tiring being so cute,” he cooed to her, kissing her small forehead. Hyunjin had fallen asleep in the rocking chair by the crib many times. “Want to make sure she’s okay, honey love,” he’d tell you, a tired yawn falling from his lips. She was, and always will be safe, but he needed to be sure. But, luckily Iseul always slept through the night, easily.

By month 5, Iseul learned to hold a crayon. Thanks to Hyunjin. You would come home to see them in the kitchen seated at the dining table, coloring. But, your favorite sights were seeing them cuddling. It warmed your heart. You also loved watching Hyunjin feed her. It was such a mundane task, but it was the cutest thing to see. Iseul would be seated in her high chair, Hyunjin sat in front of her, and he’d swirl the spoon in front of her. “Here comes the plane,” he would say with a sing-songy lilt in his voice. Her small pouty lips would enclose the spoon and her face would scrunch up, mimicking the way Hyunjin’s own face would pout when he ate. “She definitely is your daughter, honey bear.” You would giggle out, as he used the spoon to wipe the baby food from around her mouth.

Returning from the kitchen, Hyunjin sat on the couch, a warm bottle of breastmilk nustled between Iseul’s mouth, as she fed. “I’m back, and she is less fussy,” he chuckled, knowing a full tummy would calm her down. It was true. Iseul only became fussy when hungry or tired.But, the drive from your apartment to your parents’s house had her well rested. Your cousin had peeped up. “So, there’s a ring on yn’s finger. When did that happen?” She smiled, pointing to the delicate stoned balanced between prongs and snugly set on a delicate band. “Oh that?” Hyunjin laughed, carefully handing you a now empty bottle, before softly patting Iseul’s back. “It’s a promise ring, a promise to never give up on yn or Iseul, and to always be here, no matter how hard it gets…..It’s also a promise to make her my wife,one day. Almost like a placeholder ring until then.” He smiled, as you carefully took Iseul into your arms.

Cradling her to your chest, you and Hyunjin exchanged soft eyes and loving smiles. “Well, we’re really happy for the both of you.” Your dad chimed in, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Thank you. We’re really happy,too.” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes watching as you rocked your baby in your arms, looking down to her with matching eyes. The world around you,Hyunjin and Iseul, seemed to disappear. It was only the three of you. Looking back up , you saw Hyunjin watching you. Smiling, you gently blew him a kiss. Which he gladly caught and pressed to his heart, before sending two— one for you and one for the baby— your way.

“Time to eat! Dinner is ready!”

Maybe, family Christmas dinners weren’t so bad after all. But maybe that's because you had Hyunjin and Iseul. Or, maybe because you wouldn’t be questioned anymore. Standing up, you hold Iseul in your arms, walking to the dining room, Hyunjin following you.

Dinner time

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[knave-of-darkness]

Hot take?

I liked Season 2 of Hot D. And calling it AGOT Season 8 is... no? Have you seen Season 8? No? Go watch Glidus Pisstakes about Season 8 on Youtube. Yes? Do you remember it? It was a brainless mess.

Season 2 does a lot. Its setting up plots, that i know because i read the book. It also is something that i havnt seen on a show in a long time. It doesnt focus on battle, it focuses on the personal. We have the relshenship beteen Deamon and Rheanyra. We get Jace growing up and becoming more like his stepdad-uncle-fahter in law Deamon Targaryen the Rouge Prince. We get Baela which is always good. Now do i Support every decision they made? No. First out of the order i am not upset about Nettles, where is she? I guess she wont be a thing in the show. And then of course Alicent, I dont love it what they have done with her but i understand it. Why do i understand it? Well we have seen Alicent not really being into being a human baking machine. Have we ever seen her loving her children? Aegon? No, i think she might actully hate him. Aemond? Meh? maybe, but after seeing all the chaos and death he has created, i am not so sure. Heleana? Yes she loves her and does what she thinks is the best for her to protect her daughter. So while i dont love it it makes sense for her charater.

The ending, many say that is boring and doesnt do anything and this enitre season did nothing. Have you seen Season 2??? From the battle of the Burning Mill to the Battle of Rooks rest, the Death of a girl boss, Aegon being Toast, Daemon going half insane in Harrenhall, Aemond being Prince Regent, Ulf and Hugh taming Silverwing and Vermithor, SILVERWING AND VERMITOR. THE HEALTHIST COUPLE OF PLANETOS! The 2nd and 3rd biggest dragon on planetos! Nothing Happened? I guess people are upset because it didnt end with a battle. Which is just... sigh.

Another point that i read was that season 2 ends like season 1 and no? It really doesnt Rheanyra is about to win. Who is there to oppse her right now? Aemond with Vhaegar, and Daeron with Tessarion who both (Daeron and his dragon) never have seen battle. So really in a dragon battle it would be Grandma Vheagar and teen Tessarion, against Grandpa Vermithor, Grandma Silverwing, Syrax, Caraxes, and Vermax. I am not counting Baela or the others dragon because of their size. Rhaenyra is at the edge of winning the war without loosing any more man. The thing she and Rheanys always wanted.

I could go on and on, about Corlys and so many other things but i think my point has come across.

Season 8 of game of thrones was bad because no one cared about it anymore, Season 2 is still ok because there are obviously people in the writers room who care... all we can hope for now is that they stay as loyal to the book as they can and that they continue to care.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Flowers" The Shuttle ficlet for @monthly-challenge day 4!

Whenever Bettina visited Stornham, she'd spend as much time as possible in the garden. Something about it reminded Betty of herself, in a way. A garden was a busy place, with the lives of thousands of plants that couldn't grow without a consistent hand to help, and Bettina could naught but help it. While Kedgers and his team were more than fit for the job, Bettina couldn't forget how he had responded those months ago when she spoke of her return to America.

"Not here, miss! You, not here? Things wouldn't grow, miss!"

She knew that didn't make sense scientifically, but it was a lovely thought to dwell on, and if her presence made the gardeners believe their plants could survive, who was she to say otherwise? Maybe the power of their belief in her led to a diligent work at their tasks, and if that was the case, then, given the state of the gardens, it was paying off.

Acacia bordered and carnation and ambrosia. Crocuses and zinnia and everything in between gave forth their colors. Near a fountain toward the center of the garden was a patch of bluebells, which brought a smile to Bettina's face along with a precious memory.

She stopped and took a seat on the edge of the fountain, catching a glimmer of her eyes reflected in its blue. She then produced a notebook and jotted down a few names of flowers. The gardens at Dunstanwolde didn't rank high on the list of restorations necessary in light of the crumbling state of the rest of the estate, but she was ever a planner, and she knew it wouldn't be an eternity before she found herself tromping about Dunstanwolde's sprawling lawns with her husband once again, this time to see them flecked with a glory of color and life none had seen for generations.

And as silly and sentimental as it sounded, the first flower on her list for the gardens was bluebells.

Her schemes and dreams were interrupted by a lone visitor: her nephew, Ughtred, emerging from a path on the other side of the garden.

"I didn't expect to see you out here, Aunt Betty," he said, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.

"Oh?" Bettina asked, "then may I ask what you're doing?"

He hung his head a little and held out his hands, an assortment of flowers curled up in each fist, their stems bent and some of thier roots still clinging to the earth. Any other adult with a knowledge of plants such as Betty had might've scolded him at once for picking flowers from the garden, but Betty was unlike most adults. She also knew that Ughtred was unlike most kids, and little he did was without reason.

"What are those?" Bettina asked.

"Flowers," he said, "I picked them from the garden. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't, but I..."

His hasty excuse made it clear he expected a harsh rebuke, but instead his aunt rose, then knelt before him and took the flowers from his hands.

"Don't worry, Ughtred," Bettina said, rearranging the bouquet in her hands as she spoke, "you're not in trouble. Who are these for?"

"For mother," he said.

"All of the garden is yours and your mother's," Bettina said.

"I know," Ughtred said, "but I wanted to give her some flowers anyways."

This would be a normal notion around Mother's day, or a birthday, or anniversary, or Christmas, but this week held no such day.

"May I ask why?" Bettina asked.

Ughtred nodded. "Sometimes Grandpa Rueben gives Grandma Annie flowers. Uncle Dunstan gives you flowers, and Lord Alanby gives flowers to Lady Jane. Mother doesn't have anyone to give flowers to her, and she never has."

A wave of emotion overtook Bettina. She could recall a time in her sister's youthful days of courtship in New York when her room overflowed with the colors and fragrance of dozens of flowers from dozens of hopeful admirers, but there was much doubt that in twelve years of marriage Nigel had ever cared enough to waste her money on such a wonderful trinket of affection as even a singular daisy.

"She does," Bettina said, brushing a few clumps of dirt from the root of some of the flowers before handing them back to Ughtred, "she has you."

She kissed her nephew's forehead and stood up.

"Come with me," she said, holding her hand to him.

"Where are we going?" Ughtred asked, taking his aunt's hand in his empty one.

"First, we're going to apologize to Mr. Kedger's for tearing a few flowers from his garden," Bettina said, "then, we're gonna ask him for a special favor."

"What's that?" Ughtred asked, eyes wide with wonder, having grown quite fond in the last year of Aunt Betty's "special favors."

"A bit of earth," Bettina said, and she met his inquisitive expression with an inquisition of her own: "Ughtred, how would you like your own little garden, where you can grow whatever flowers for your mother you'd like to?"

"You mean it?" Ughtred asked.

"Now, it is a responsibility," she said, "you must make sure to check on it, every day, and follow Mr. Kedgers' instructions on anything he tells you."

"Of course," Ughtred said.

Someday, Bettina knew, Ughtred would have a garden to himself the size of Stornham estate. Someday, he'd have a responsibility to check on land much larger than a few yards of earth. It was too soon to tell how the land might flourish under his rule, but Bettina could be sure of one thing.

For as long as Ughtred lived, his mother would always have flowers.

[sleepy-achilles]

So John Cena. How did he meet Shawn and the Undertaker? What is age difference between him and the kids? I have an idea for a fic ...

Give me your fictional family history for Shawn and the Undertaker.

So I did do a single dad au for shawn in which he was a teen dad that ended up with John after the mothers parents bascially said she has more of a future than you so you have to have the kid. Then obviously taker and shawn meet in the wwe and Leon and cassie come along. In that au there would be a 18 year gap between Leon and John. As Leon is born in 2000, cassie 2005 and John 1982. So yeah, it is a big age gap but taker and shawn only get serious after shawn gets clean and well Leon comes along.

But obviously I'm down to hear your idea because in literally any other au I have never thought about how John fits in at all.

Fictional family history? Buckle in because its gonna be a long one.

Takers family tree (without shawn)

(obviously we have no last names for them. I mean taker doesn't even have a proper first name.)

Thomas ??????- Father

Athena ?????- Mother

Undertaker - well him

Kane ?????? (Is his last name technically bearer?)-step brother

Paul bearer- Step father. (Ew gross, I hated writing that)

Shawns family (without taker)

(Bare in mind, I never use his family, they dont get mentioned by name as shawn cuts them off once he gets away from them, kayfabe obviously though i do have beef with shawns actual father)

Mr Michaels- Father

Ms Michaels- Mother.

?????? Michaels- oldest brother.

?????? Michaels- sister

????? Michaels- brother

Shawn Michaels- well..him.

Now the family of destruction. Our beloved, family.

Athena and Thomas- very deceased grandparents. (Blood relative)

Paul bearer- Step Grandfather (Leon hates it)

Vince Mcmahon- Grandad (they question it sometimes, don't we all, but he's always been there)

Linda Mcmahon- Grandma (wonder what she's up to these days)

The Undertaker- Dad

Jose lothario- the best grandpa they got.

Sensational Sherri- the best granny they got

Shawn Michaels- Papa

John Cena- Eldest son (either adopted by Shawn once he joins wwe or yk single dad au, which then his name is John Cena Michaels)

Leon Michaels- Middle Son (makes sense honestly)

Cassidy Michaels- Youngest Daughter (slayyy)

Kane- Uncle (the only blood one.)

Charlie doggo- their immortal German shepherd.

Now, it gets long and messy. Let's go.

Aunties-

Chyna

Stephanie Mcmahon

Goldust

Uncles-

Kevin Nash (Leon's fav)

Scott Hall (cassies fav. Him and hunter argue)

Hunter Hearst Helmsley (against his will, but he's cassies fav, him and Scott argue)

Sean Waltman

Goldust (yes he gets two spots. Fight me)

Stone cold Steve Austin (barely mentioned but takers gotta have people here too.)

Shane Mcmahon

Special mentions-

Randy orton, Dave Batista both view the kids as their siblings, as they are close to hunter they basically also saw the kids grow. (Taker does not let the kids be alone with flair. I make the rules here.)

Leon sees Finn Balor as a brother. That demon connection tbh.

Leon views Alexa bliss as a little sister.

Cassie sees Adam Cole as a brother, jokes he's Shawn and Hunters love child making them step siblings.

She also views liv Morgan as a sister, claiming she's the sister she always wanted.

And I believe that's everything. The kids grew up in the business so they've basically always viewed everyone as a big family, especially some of the older guys like roddy and pat. It's just this list is the real main guys that I include in my stories.

Oh, even more special mention.

Leon's eventual husband- Drew Mcintyre

Cassies eventual girlfriend- Rhea Ripley

[talekinesis]

I want to hate my dad but I can't (TW: Alchohol and Abandonment Issues)

I don't know if I've vented about him before but the feelings are back so I'll do it again

I wish I could be mad at my dad but I feel like I can't, because nothing he does is intentional, and he really does (kinda) try his best, and I know he loves me

But he was always really distant throughout my childhood, never really spending time with me. He always stayed in his bedroom drinking and smoking (and smoke makes me sick so I couldn't go in there) or on the porch smoking

It's actually kinda funny. I have congenital anosmia (born without a sense of smell) but I can smell cigarette smoke, it's like the only thing I actually can smell, idk how that works

The decent memories I have of him in his old house when he still lived in my state were kinda overshadowed by the few memories of when he got drunk and I had to call my grandpa to come get me. My dad never got violent drunk, but he did yell at my stepmom, accuse her of cheating because he went through her phone and found a work related text between her and a coworker (and for some reason he decided to tell me this when I was twelve)

He got drunk, yelled, she kicked him out of their room, he came out into the livingroom, and broke the coffee table

Then there was the time shortly after we had to stay with my grandma, where he also got drunk and got into a yelling match with my equally drunk uncle, and I had to sit on the couch and comfort my little cousin because she was crying, scared

Both times I called my grandpa to come get me (I still live with the guilt of abandoning my little cousin, because she kept asking me not to leave her there alone)

Then he just left the state to move to South Carolina with my stepmom (no hate to her, I LOVE her, she's literally my second mom) and I think that left me with some abandonment issues, and I got even less time to see him after that

We went from being on the same property (yet not really spending time together) every other weekend, to me seeing him every other year, to eventually every two or three years

And now when I go to South Carolina to stay with him, he still doesn't spend time with me, he stays on the front porch, smoking, and watching YouTube

He will not let me interrupt his youtube, he won't let me show him videos when I try to connect, and when I asked him to go shopping with me, he stayed in the car while I went inside (I can't really blame him for that, he has health issues due to all the smoking and drinking and he has to sit down)

I spent an ENTIRE MONTH in South Carolina to try and spend time with my *Father* but the whole time he sat outside or in the laundry room and watched youtube. Even if I sat down to watch a movie with him, he'd get up and spend most of that time outside, leaving my stepmom and I to watch the movie together inside

But I know he loves me, he just doesn't do anything about it

He texts me to tell me 'good night' and 'I love you,' I know he's depressed because he doesn't really have me in his life, he's changing his habits and lifestyle because he wants to live longer to see me and my brothers grow up (he cut back smoking A LOT, he went sober for two years, and recently cut back on how much meat he eats) he gets me birthday and Christmas gifts, and he gets sad when I have to leave SC to go home

But when I'm THERE, WITH him, he doesn't do shit with me or really even talk with me

The most he talked to me and spent time with me that whole month I was there was to show me The Matrix, which he actually got excited about and finished the movie with us

I wasn't super into it, but I tried to be because I was actually spending time with my dad for once

He says he respects me being nonbinary, but also actively refuses to use my name and pronouns and says shit like "Yeah I respect your choice, but you're actually a girl, and I know this because I'm your father, and I was there when you were born. And I'm not going to tell people I have a 'kid' I'm going to tell them I have a girl or a daughter, and you'll always be a girl to me."

I want to be angry at him for all this, because I think it would be easier if I hated him, but I just can't because I know its not fully intentional, and I know he loves me, and I know he wants me around. I know he has issues that make him like this, but I also can't be completely forgiving because a lot of it is also his own fault

I stopped really having my dad in my life when I was still like 12, and now I'm 20 and I'm still hoping for his time and attention. I spent the majority of my life finding comfort in fictional father figures (Fictional characters I look at and just claim 'They're my dad now') because I didn't really have my own to look up to.

I want to hate him but I can't. He's not some neglectful abusive asshole, he's just my dad and he has issues

[bearpillowmonster]

Today's got me all twisted up. So about a week ago, I learned that someone stole my Best Buy account and was buying and picking stuff up at Best Buys around Northern US. I had to shut it down and get a new credit card and dispute the transactions. Luckily, it didn't reach my bank, it was a credit card that I had on there but I go on Paypal today (which should be entirely unconnected) and see that there's a new billing address. I look it up and it's this dinky little house in Alabama. How would that get there? So now I have to figure out if someone got into that too.

Over the weekend, my sister went to a mall with my grandma and I've made previous posts about her but this is on a little bit of a different level. She's reflecting her husband's personality and adopting his habits, she's nothing like the way I remember her. This is coming from my sister who makes stuff up but the stuff she says seems to make sense in this context.

I'm gonna pop a spoiler here because I want it known that I don't want chastised for this, critique it all you want but please respect my opinion.

When I was a kid, my family made their best effort not to cuss, my grandpa, grandma, mom, even uncle, nobody did no such thing around me as far as I remember. I think my stepdad was the one that made me aware of a lot of them when I got past double digits. Cuss words exist, I get it, they probably said things that I've never heard, I'm sure everyone has and I see different family dynamics where they use cuss words and that's their family but for my little old grandma to suddenly come out and start cussing after years of my mom not even hearing it when she was a kid? Let alone in front of my siblings? It's not like her, it's not what she's doing, it's that she only does this because that's what her husband does.

The big kicker is that (I don't even know what brought it up) but she doesn't consider herself religious now?? You gave up religion for your alcoholic husband? She responded with "I have to believe it to see it."

She's someone that took me to her church before, she's well known there. She used to go on Wednesdays and Saturdays (catholic I guess) and participated in those dinners they held and would donate to them. And suddenly someone comes along and says they don't believe in that and you drop everything? I actually don't know what he believes because he's a drunk but I can't imagine it's much more than her from what I've seen.

Then the little remarks "Me and your mom are going to listen to each other from now on." And do what? When? And my sister actually pointed this out to her "That lasted real long." It's almost like she's trying to win the favor of these kids but also not really trying. "I'm not going to go to the beach for a whole year." way to to applaud a fish for swimming but what's the end game? You didn't clarify a reason so it doesn't count and you know that's not going to happen so why promise it? It's not like she'd use that time with us anyways. And she asks everyone "Are you coming over for Thanksgiving?" That was never a question before, it was a given, the only question was "what time?" but this time, she asked everyone individually, it's like she knows that something's different and honestly I'm not sure if she cares one way or the other.

But one thing hasn't changed, she loves to complain, loves to gossip, even does so to my sister about a bartender she's apparently friends with enough to babysit her dogs. But the problem with this is that, that's all she does. There's no break in between, there's no nice thing said to break pace or crack a joke like my own household does but she literally lives for its toxicity. So why is she still with these people? My sister actually asked this and her response was "Because he needs me."

Like what favor are you doing babysitting alcoholics, you're not helping them get better, you're just along for the ride, the drama, I know, I've been there, I dated someone who did similar things, my own sister does it, it must just be a girl thing, I don't know. "I'll leave if he drinks again." like I've heard for the past 4 years where he inevitably does drink again either in secret or a week later when he's in the hospital and can't move and nothing is done about it. If he was trying, I'd understand, addiction is horrible, but he's not.

But this is a lot to blame on one person because I think it's actually more than that now that I've had a day to process. I saw my uncle at the gas station, truck mirror still busted up from years ago (it's not an old truck either) facial hair all over his face (he'd never grow it out) hasn't been heard from in a while (not that I really blame him) and he walks out with a case of beer. He's probably a heavy alcoholic now too, it just looks like he's been letting himself go just like everyone else around me.

And really, I imagine it's because he's alone. He talks about this mysterious "Sean" that I've never even seen, every time I see him, he mentions his kids birthday parties, camping trips, fishing, everything you could think of. I went on "Sean"'s Facebook page, curious one day and there's not one picture of them together.

You see after my grandpa died, I remember my mom asking about her stopping going to church because it seemed out of the blue and she said that "he was more catholic than I was" or something along those lines and those spaghetti dinners and donations and participation and friends, stopped, she stopped them over time, little by little. Now, I'm not going to be hypocritical here, I don't really do those things, not necessarily because I don't want to but because I haven't found my place in world yet and she seemed to have it right on her lap.

My uncle also participated in this, he was right along side my grandparents but once she was out, so was he, he too lost his place because then everyone associates him with his mother despite going to church longer than she was, he might even still be going, like I said, I barely see him, he's an uncle but it didn't always used to be that way.

To hear that my grandma said that just really sets it in because I don't know what to do. She put herself in this situation and she acts like she enjoys hating it. I don't want to give up on her but I keep asking that she be shown the light here, for her own sake. I believe that my grandpa is in heaven, doesn't she want to see him again? Or is she ashamed of what she's become and is avoiding him. What if I die and make it to heaven but find out she's not there. It's just a surreal feeling that I certainly don't want because no matter what problems we have here in mortality, they won't transcend into death.

And the other thing that bugs me is that everyone acts the same. Like it's just another thing. How is my mom, who showed me what religion is, not worried? How is my dad- well actually, I'm not sure he could do anything either, his lectures aren't always effective but I don't know if she thinks God somehow failed her because my grandpa wasn't cured of his disease but he sure lived longer than the doctors said he would and that's all I could've asked for. Time is time, I came to terms with that, I came to terms with the idea that he's no longer hurting, that's my reasoning, I've told her my reasoning and while it's one thing to lose a grandpa and another to lose a life long companion, she acts like she moves on so quickly but she doesn't let herself breathe which I've also told her. It just makes me re-evaluate the idea of family, how do you deal with people that you don't know anymore. (coming from someone who believes in change)

[bleached-socks]

Okay, since someone screenshotted my tags and tried to say they’re related, here’s my reasoning as to why they’re not.

Izumi (Ryuken’s mother) directly states that Masaki has no family left, and that’s the only reason the Ishida’s too her in. Which leads me to believe that they were two separate families that knew about each other but didn’t really interact until the Kurosaki’s were wiped out. This is helped by the fact that Ryuken and Masaki were supposed to marry. This took place in modern times, so the dangers of incest were well known, and if the Ishida’s cared that much about their family line, they wouldn’t want to put it at risk with an incestuous relationship.

In the manga, Masaki calls Izumi “Auntie” in some translations. I don’t think that she’s her literal aunt. I personally have several aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas who aren’t related. On such example of this is the family that my mom lived with during college. I have a “grandma” and “grandpa” from that family, as well as two “aunts.” But I am not in any way related to them. And my mom’s situation is similar to Masaki’s, but instead of taking her in for college like my mom, they took her in for high school.

Izumi is also very clear a woman with high standards for her family, and who wants them to maintain the image they’ve made of themselves. So it would make sense for her to want Masaki to call her Auntie so that it seems like they properly took her in, in to preserve their high status image rather than taint it by taking in some random girl. Even though we, the audience, know that’s not what happened because we know that Izumi just took her in so that Ryuken could marry a pure Quincy. That’s it.

There is also a scene in some translations where Masaki calls Ryuken her cousin. My interpretation on that is that either a) she’s playing into the family dynamic that Izumi wants to give off since this conversation was happening in public, or b) this is her way of protesting the marriage arrangement using Izumi’s own words since Masaki clearly does not actually want to marry Ryuken.

To the person who used my tags: I understand your opinion, and that’s a valid interpretation. However, what isn’t valid is actively targeting someone and telling them their interpretation is wrong and that yours is the only valid one. I usually try to just leave people alone and respect their opinions even if I don’t agree with them because that’s the polite thing to do. But again, you screenshotted my tags and called me an illiterate fuck, which I think is grounds for me to give my reply. I’m not mentioning you because I don’t want to invite more replies

Do you ship it?

reason: Classic anime rivals/friends, they would do anything for eachother dispite Uryūs insistance that they are enemies

[inkdemon666]

Hello people! 👋 I'm so hella sorry it takes so long just to write another part but i am a very lazy person. Sorry 😫. I don't have any inspiration by now. To atone it i give you my headcanons about each ghost boy family so that my au will make some sense. Here you go. 🙇‍♀️

Ghost boys family headcanons

Griffin

I guess it's mentioned in the film that his mom is single. I don't know what happened to his father but i like to think that his dad died when he was little. His mom loves him more than anything in the world.🥰Mamma's boy🥰 I also like to think he is an only child. But his mom got him a parrot on his 6th birthday named Gary so he won't feel alone or bored. I just like to imagine him teaching Gary new words or having conversations with him like he is human being. He flexes with him in front of his grandparents a lot who they visit once in a month. He is their little angel and will sometimes poke fun at him but they love him deeply.🥰

Robin

Well it's obviously mentioned in movie that his dad died in a the war. When there is that scene him talking with Finney he says something like.

,,My uncle takes us to cinema. We see everything."

Cause he uses plural ,,We" i think he has at least one sibling. I like to think that he has a 3-6 years younger twin siblings: brother and sister. And he is so goddamn protectove of them. Just lay a finger on them and he will strangle you with his bandana. His mom is hardworking and strong-minded woman. And what does she says when she hears that Robin gets into fights? Well, she knows he is a wise kid so it's not she doesn't care, she just knows that he won't go too far. And he does, he will wash the dishes after whole family for a week. Robin apprecites she trusts him so much and loves her truly. 🥰 His uncle is like a is his favourite adult figure on the whole world and they get along very well. His uncle often tells him that he looks a lot like his father and Robin is very happy everytime he hears it. He also visits his grandparents a lot and he is their ,,little sunshine" as they call him. When Robin tries to argue that he is not small anymore it's no use because he ,,will always be their little boy."

Vance

I lowkey headcanon that Vance was raised by his dad only and his dad is single. Vance didn't even met his mom. His dad slept with her once and 9 months later she just rang at his door gave him baby Vance like: ,, This is yours." And dissapeared. His dad was left standing in door and trying to understand what just happened. He wasn't sure about raising a kid at first but decided to take care of his son as best as he can. After a while really grew fond of him and decided to give him a good life. Basicaly 🥰Dad's boy🥰. As Vance grew older, he noticed that he looks a lot like his mom. He had her blonde curly hair and slightly feminine face. Eyes we're the only thing he got after his dad. They both have bright blue eyes. They also have a dog named Brandon (maybe i will change his name) and Vance enjoys his company more than company most of the human beings (obviously). They also go to visit Vance's grandparents from dad's side a lot and they get along very well. Vance really enjoys grandma's cooking and his grandma is very happy when she sees that he really likes. Thanks to that, everyone also noticed that Vance has super fast metabolism. And his grandpa takes him and Brandon to forest a lot so kid can ,,get some fresh air once in a while". And what does his family say when he gets into fights? Well, they got used to it. They know that Vance isn't a bad kid, just not understood. And that's all that matters. And his dad knows that kids are assholes se he is just: ,,Again?" when he must come to pick Vance from police station but he never complains. His Grandma always sounds worried but let's him do whatever he wants. And his grandpa is proud of him that he can stand up for himself.

Billy

It's obvious that Billy has a dog which name we don't know yet but let's call him...i don't know...let's just call him Bobby until his name is confirmed or something ( i may change it later if you'd like to. Give me tips in comment secrion.) He has a parents who he respects a lot. He also has a younger sister and likes to poke fun at her a lot 🤣 but they get along very well and like to take Bob for a walk together. Billy also tried to convince his sister to deliver newspapers with him but his sis was too lazy to get up early which gave Billy another opportunity to poke fun at her. He also visits his grandparents once in a while and his grandma's cookies are just 🕊️seventh heaven🕊️ for him.

Bruce

I lowkey headcanon that his parents are TOO MUCH overprotective. They tell him to try hard at school and have a good grades very often and he knows that they mean it in a good way and want what's best for him, but he can't help but find it pretty annoying. As we heard in a movie, he has a younger sister named Amy and he is her number one hero brother ever.🥰 He helps her with homework if she doesn't understands something and tried to teach her baseball more than once, but she is not really into it. But she always comes to look at his matches abd give him emotional support. He also loves his grandparents a lot and visits them very often. His grandma always gives him a big kiss and he huges like a good grandson he is.🥰

Kay that's it i guess. Hope you enjoyed it. I will try finish next chapter of my au soon but we'll see.🙃 I might end up writing about things from multiple different fandoms cause this works like my therapy. Hope you guys like Overwatch or Naruto cause i might end up writing about them. See you👋

[minjeongwinters]

quick cheat sheet for bisaya words / phrases for your character 😊

do you want to write with a bisaya fc but don't know how to honor their heritage? i have more detailed guides for that ( and you can use google as well, ofc ). but here's some bare minimum words / phrases that your character can use, courtesy of me.

note that the bisaya language does not have e, o, and f as sounds, which explains the variations in spellings for some of the words. if you encounter e or o in the spelling, please assume that's pronounced as a hard i ( for e ) or hard u ( for o ) or p ( for f ).

please like / reblog if reading or if you think this would be helpful for other people. and in case you think, "when would i even use a bisaya fc anyway?" please know that these fcs are of bisaya descent: evan mock, manny jacinto, saweetie, eva noblezada, maris racal, charlotte nicdao, and probs more celebs that you may not have known to be bisaya.

honorifics

ate ( feminine honorific for anyone older than you, although it more literally means older sister )

kuya ( masculine honorific for anyone older than you, although it more literally means older brother )

note: yes, sadly, these are gendered. however, you can use both interchangeably or find some other way to use honorifics if your character is talking to someone who is non-binary ( just ask the other writer what they'd be comfortable with! ). as a bisaya person, i feel incredibly disrespectful if i don't use honorifics, so please do keep this in mind. as a language, bisaya is very respectful. it makes me more comfortable to use honorifics than not using them, because there's also a connotation of family. so by letting someone address you with the right honorifics, you're essentially letting them see you as family as well.

keep in mind the dynamics of your characters, though. if i'm talking to my relative who is only one year older than me, chances are that i'll use an honorific for them. however, if it's my classmate who is one year older than me, i most likely won't. we're on the same level. ( a classmate who is 2+ years older, though? yes. i'd use an honorific. ) if the age gap is tiny ( 1-2 year/s ), just think: does your character see the slightly older person as "on a higher level" than them? if so, honorific time.

terms for younger people

inday / day ( feminine affectionate term for younger people ) also can be spelled dai

dodong / dong ( masculine affectionate term for younger people )

langga / pangga / other diminutives like lang / gang ( affectionate term often used for younger people meaning "beloved"; not gendered )

note: again, yes, these are gendered. :( however, like with ate/kuya, you could use inday / dodong interchangeably or perhaps use langga and its other forms instead! like with the honorifics, you have to keep in mind their dynamic. a relative calling their younger relative inday / dodong would make sense, but you calling your slightly younger classmate that would be weird.

unlike ate / kuya, the three terms above can also be used romantically. calling someone ate or kuya romantically isn't something that happens, but calling someone inday / dodong / langga romantically is. when you use these three terms romantically, the person does not really need to be younger, though i feel like you'd at least be close to the same age if you use inday / dodong romantically.

also, on the flip side, you can use inday / dodong without any affection whatsoever. total strangers can use it on you if they see that you're younger. it can even be condescending, depending on how it's used. most of the time, though, it's pretty friendly even if the person using it is a stranger.

other family / relationship terms

iyaan / iya ( aunt - we do use tita too but these are the native bisaya terms )

uyuan / uyu ( uncle - we do use tito too but these are the native bisaya terms )

lolo / lola ( grandpa & grandma )

manghod / manghud ( youngest sibling or like youngest in a group )

ig-agaw ( cousin )

pag-umangkon ( niece or nephew, gender-neutral )

uyab ( the person you are dating, i.e. girlfriend / boyfriend / partner )

asawa ( wife )

bana ( husband )

anak ( son / daughter / child )

bai ( friend! feel free to make your bisaya character call their good friends this! )*

migo / miga ( loan words for friend )

higala ( native word for friend )

* example: "let's eat at mcdonald's later, bai," she said to her friend. (very simple.)

common bisaya-isms ( i.e. stuff we say a lot and your character probs should too )

samoka / samuka ( how annoying! ) or samok / samuk

ambot ( literally means "i don't know" )

kapuya ( how tiring. ) or kapoy / kapuy ( tiring )

karon / karun ( right now )

diay? ( really? )

what if your character is diaspora?

from what i can tell, even bisaya people who were raised abroad have some knowledge of these basic terms. however, if you'd rather have it that your character is completely disconnected from bisaya culture... i mean, it happens. but given that our language and culture is suppressed even in the philippines, where schools punish you for speaking bisaya, i'd really recommend making your character curious about their heritage, even if they didn't grow up with it. downright erasure would honestly be upsetting for me.

[romanianwilkinson]

MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ” 

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

[cjsmalley]

Danielle is Sent to Check in on Clark and Connor:

The Portal opened in the living room; Clark tensed but only a young woman came out, one he actually recognized.

“Hi Superman,” Danielle, Princess of the Infinite Realms, said breezily, ignoring that he was currently not in uniform, “sorry to drop in but Dad wanted to do a surprise visit, see how things are going with Connor. He’s busy though so…” she shrugged carelessly.

Clark nodded; he supposed that made sense. He certainly wouldn’t abandon someone like Connor to a new living situation and then never check up on the boy.

“Welcome,” he replied, “call me Clark, it’s my human name.”

“Oh, sorry,” she apologized sincerely, “you can just call me Dani, since Dad isn’t here too.”

Clark nodded, “Well, do you like hot chocolate Dani? Connor’s on his way back from the farm and his grandparents.”

Dani smiled and nodded like a younger child.

Clark made three cups of hot chocolate and carried them out to where Dani had taken a seat on the sofa.

“Do you send Connor to the farm often?” she asked casually enough, blowing on her hot chocolate, but Clark was a reporter and heard the real question ‘how often do you send him away from humans?’

“Once or twice a week, to help work out his powers,” Clark answered honestly, “the farm’s pretty isolated, even for Smallville, so he doesn’t have to hide as much. Ma and Pa know what to do and I got with him as often as possible anyways.”

Dani nodded, sipping her drink, “Next question: is he in school?”

“Bruce has paid for several private teachers, who’re all buried under NDAs and contracts. Connor has his lessons in the morning. If I’m not working, we work on controlling his powers. If I am he goes to either his grandparents or Bruce. Once we’re all, including Connor himself, comfortable with his control then we’ll get him into a school.”

“Okay. Good. Does he have any friends outside of me?”

“He’s friends with Bruce’s kids and the proteges of a couple colleagues; he doesn’t have any civilian friends yet. He doesn’t feel comfortable yet.”

“Humans are very squishy,” she agreed in understanding, before confiding, “Mom hired me tutors too, ‘til we were comfortable with my control. And me and Dad aren’t nearly as strong as you and Connor—well,” she pouted, like a smaller child displeased, “Dad might be now. I’m still not.”

Clark nodded, “I’m sure you’ll be a strong as him one day then.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she shrugged again, “you know how I’m a clone—like Connor right? Half human half something else?”

“Yes?”

“Luthor at least had experts working on the clone project that made Connor and he was a result deemed good enough to invest more care into. My…creator was just one nutjob working alone and off some extremely unstable DNA to begin with. That’s why he had to add Mom’s in.”

“Christ,” Clark murmured.

“He was perfectly happy to use me to save the perfect clone,” Danielle explained, grimacing in guilt and a little grief, “I wasn’t the only clone, Clark. Just the one to survive long enough to meet Dad—another scheme by my creator to get more DNA—and Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie made a stabilizing agent while Dad used his own ectoplasm and more of Mom’s DNA to hold me together. Injections every twelve hours.”

Clark’s stomach dropped, “Connor—he’s—”

“Stable,” she assured, “we got the cloning files for his creation. He also wasn’t the first, just the first success past the embryonic stage. His creators wanted him stable.”

Dani reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out a thumb-drive, handing it over, “All the information we got from the labs that were working the cloning project plus the notes Grandpa and Grandma Fenton took while they ran their own tests, making sure he was okay. Uncle Tucker had to decrypt a lotta the files so that’s why we didn’t get it to you sooner. We’ve kept copies too.”

Clark took the tiny object and nodded his thanks.

Connor arrived at that point, coming in through the door like a human; he grinned when he saw Dani, “Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself,” she grinned back, “Dad wanted me to check in with you and Clark so sorta official business this time. Then he said I’m free for whatever.”

Connor nodded, taking a seat and picking up the third cup of hot chocolate, “I’m happy here.”

“Good to hear. Just have to check, you know?"

"I get it."

The Expansion of the Already Long Post

[wonwooslibrary]

Stay Forever

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader (told in third person)

genre: royalty!au, arranged marriage!au

word count: 2587

warnings: there are no warnings, but there is a small sword fighting scene - nothing graphic though!

author’s note: i have been planning this and stressing over this for so long, it feels great to finally post it! this is written for @ficscafe ’s royalty au drabble event! thank you @cha-lan for beta reading & editing (and writing the chan part towards the end) for me (ily lannie & this is for you!! <3), along with @minghaofilm for editing and @sanshiine​ for beta reading!! (thank you all so much!!) 

this is based heavily off of “17″ by Pink Sweat$ ft. Joshua & DK of SEVENTEEN. The title is also from that song. You can find the whole playlist for this drabble HERE. 

The throne room was large. The golden trim seemingly glowed around the ceilings, and the red velvet curtains blocked out the blinding sun from being too overbearing on one’s eyes. In the back of the room on a higher platform were two thrones: the one on the left was larger than the one on the right, and was adorned with more embellishments carved into its golden-stained wood. 

Sitting in the larger throne was an older man in his early nineties; a shiny crown sat lightly on his white hair, gleaming in the sun. Next to him on the smaller throne was a woman about the same age—her hair pulled back and out of her face, the crown on her head sparkling. Sitting in the woman’s lap were two small children, both slightly above the age of ten. 

The man beamed at the children, his smile bright and full of love. “Do you want to hear a story?”

The children giggled, their loud, high-pitched voices echoing off of the walls and throughout the room. “Yes, please, Grandpa! Tell us a story!” 

"Well, it all started when your Grandmother and I were very young," the man began. "Before your grandmother and I met, she was living in a faraway place with your Uncle Junnie." 

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The first thing Seokmin noticed about sitting at the round table in the conference room was the uncomfortable surface he was forced to perch on. You'd think as a prince living in a palace that he'd get to sit on something softer or more comfortable, but no, the King had to make him sit on the same uncomfortable wooden chairs for hours, pretending to listen to any of the information that was being said to him. 

"Seokmin? Are you even paying attention to what we are talking about?" 

Seokmin snapped out of his daydream and lifted his head off of his palm to look up at his father. 

“Oh! Um, yeah—yes. Of course, I’m paying attention.” 

The King rolled his eyes but continued to catch Seokmin up to speed with the conversation. 

“So, as you know, the Queen of Shenzhen—along with her son and daughter—are going to be visiting soon,” the King explained. “We are going to hold a ball when they get here. It will be used to announce a wedding.”

The Prince looked over at his father, tilted his head slightly to the left and raised his brow. “A wedding? For who?”

His father coughed slightly and glared at the younger boy, "You and the princess, of course." 

With that, the King stood up and walked out, leaving his middle son to sit in the still uncomfortable chair of the conference room, staring off into space.

Hours later, Seokmin was found in his older brother's bedroom. Most of Jihoon's belongings were not in the palace anymore but in the neighboring Kingdom's, leaving the room to look as if Jihoon didn’t live there for almost twenty years. 

As Jihoon was unpacking some of the clothes he brought for his stay, Seokmin and their youngest brother, Chan, sat on his bed. 

The youngest patted his hand on Seokmin’s knee, “When did father say you were getting married?”

“In, like, four days! I haven’t even met the princess yet!” 

Jihoon sighed, “I can’t believe he’s doing this again.” 

Seokmin rolled his eyes, “Tell me about it. It made sense for the eldest sibling to go through an arranged marriage, not that any of us liked putting you through that, but why me too?”

“It’s probably because Father wants someone to be in charge here after he’s gone, and it obviously can’t be hyung if he’s living in another kingdom,” Chan looked over at Seokmin. “And I am way too young to get married–”

“When do the prince and princess arrive?” Jihoon interrupted his youngest brother. 

“Tomorrow. The Queen is arriving the day before the wedding. Father says that gives us time to get acquainted with them.”

Jihoon turned around and moved his gaze from the closet he was putting clothes into and to his brothers’ faces. “It can’t be that bad to at least meet them, Seok.”  

“I just don’t want to get married, hyung. I don’t know this person, and I’m only nineteen!”

“It’ll get better, hyung,” Chan started. “I mean, they can’t force you to get married.”

Seokmin opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a knock on the large, wooden doors of the bedroom. 

“It must be time for dinner, let’s go,” Jihoon told his brothers, setting the clothes hanger that was in his hand down onto the bed, and walked towards the door.

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“So?” the youngest of the two kids questioned the older man. “Did the prince ever meet the princess?”

“Of course he did!” The man exaggerated his words for the children’s entertainment.

“Tell us that story, Grandma!”

“Okay, Okay. When the princess met the prince, she was very—how do I say this?—surprised.”

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On the day the Queen’s children arrived, Seokmin was pleased to have met the prince, Junhui, before he met the princess. The two bonded fairly quickly over their enjoyment of sports: Seokmin with sword fighting and Junhui with martial arts. 

Seokmin had offered to show Junhui around the palace, their last stop being the training grounds where Junhui suggested that Seokmin teach him some sword fighting. 

Seokmin quickly agreed, taking Junhui to the armory to get proper protective equipment and swords. They spent most of their time outside on the battleground, swords in hand and padded gear covering their bodies. The blazing sun made Seokmin start to sweat the more he moved to practice attacking his dueling partner. 

He had easily disarmed Junhui, the elder’s inexperience in the sport evident; Seokmin took his sword and used it against his opponent. One sword in the prince's left hand, the blade behind Junhui’s neck, and the one in his right hand pointed towards his rival's chest; the edge only centimeters away from his protective gear. Seokmin smirked at Junhui's scared expression and lowered the weapons, holding his left hand out for his opponent to take his sword back. 

Suddenly, the sound of clapping echoed around him, forcing Seokmin to look around his surroundings. His eyes focussed on a woman, no older than nineteen, who was applauding almost sarcastically at the display of Seokmin’s skill.  

He slid his sword back into the sheath that was slung over his shoulder, the blade resting on his back. With long strides, he walked away from the battleground and towards the woman, only stopping when he was a few feet away from her, a dazzling smile on his face. 

Seokmin bowed, “What can I do for you, miss?” 

“Oh, today is my first day here. I was just exploring. The other people seem to gravitate towards you, you know.”

Seokmin chuckled. “Being a prince—specifically one who knows their way with a weapon—does that to you.”

The woman’s eyes widened a bit. “You wouldn’t happen to be Seokmin, would you, Your Highness?” 

“I am. Were you expecting one of my brothers instead?”

“Um, not exactly,” she began. “I’m Y/N. Princess Y/N, from Shenzhen.”

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The night following Y/N and Junhui’s arrival at the palace was a ball. His father had encouraged him to host some type of gathering to announce the wedding, and at this point, there was nothing Seokmin could really do besides agree. 

He had only spoken with the princess a few times; her calm and collected voice intimidated Seokmin a bit, not that he would admit to that. When introducing themselves at dinner later the night they met, she had expressed her love of sword fighting: it one of the main reasons that the battleground was the first place she explored when she arrived. Seokmin had wondered why he had never met the princess earlier in his life, especially since they both shared this hobby. 

Seokmin's mother made it clear—he was supposed to dance with Y/N for most of the night. The strict woman also made sure to make it very clear: 

"Do not, and I mean do not try to sneak out as your brother did. You know exactly how your father reacted to that, and we do not want to see that again." 

Of course, Seokmin rolled his eyes at that. He was not making any promises. 

Though, when it was time to get ready for the ball, Seokmin started to become impatient. He, surprisingly, was excited to see the princess again. He had never had someone that truly had the same love for sword fighting as he did, besides the generals and other soldiers—such as his close friend, Joshua. He couldn’t wait to talk to the princess about their mutual love of the sport. 

While Seokmin was getting ready for the ball in his bedroom—with the help of his best friends, Soonyoung and Seungkwan, of course—Y/N was on the other side of the castle, Seokmin’s mother helping her with her ball gown.

The dress was beautiful; the light reflected off the golden fabric and made the small sequins on the lace sleeves sparkle. The bodice of the gown was fairly plain, the off-the-shoulder neckline showing off the golden necklace that Y/N wore. The skirt of the dress, however, was the most beautiful part of the outfit. With a slim silhouette only going out a few inches around Y/N’s feet, the skirt's fabric floated slightly above the floor. 

When looking at herself in the mirror, Y/N had not failed to tell the Queen about how much she loved the dress her future mother-in-law had picked out for her. 

“Even the fabric shines in the sun,” Y/N had told the Queen. “It’s beautiful!”

The Queen was not going to argue with the princess.

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The ballroom of the castle was similar to many of its other rooms. The golden trim near the ceilings glowed, and the red velvet curtains blocked the sun from reaching the room. The colorful mural on the ceiling encouraged guests to look up and admire all the small details. 

Along the middle of the ceiling were three large crystal chandeliers, illuminating the room with a glow. Towards the left side of the room was a grand staircase, comparable to something out of a fairytale. The marble flooring matched the marble stairs; the steps led to a balcony that circled above the main level of the room. On the right side of the room on the platform were three thrones. They were smaller compared to the ones found in the throne room but just as elegant. Connected to the stairs was a hallway leading deeper into the castle on the next floor. 

The room was crowding up fast; different people from all over the kingdom arrived at the ball to hear the surprise that the prince had planned to announce. Everywhere Seokmin looked, he saw fancy gowns and hands holding champagne flutes. 

For the next while, Seokmin continued to stand at the side of the room close to the exit, greeting people as they walked in. He recognized some of the people as council members with which he and the King would have meetings. Others he recognized as villagers from the many outings he had taken to the outdoor markets deeper in the kingdom. 

As he was greeting people, he began to wonder, “Where is the princess?” 

Though, all of a sudden—

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“Did the prince see the princess wearing her big ball gown and—oh! Was the princess wearing glass slippers? Was she, Grandpa? Was she? Was she?!” the older of the two children began to tug on the man’s sleeve, demanding an answer that was enough to satisfy the child’s ever-growing imagination. 

“Yes, sweetheart. The prince did, in fact, see the princess standing at the top of those marble stairs. I don’t know about the glass slippers, though.”

“I can promise you I would never wear glass slippers to a ball. It may have worked in fairytales, but I would have tripped over that dress so quickly,” the woman sat next to the white-haired Seokmin spoke up, patting his arm to interrupt him from continuing the story. 

“What about the rest of the ball?” the other child asked. “Did the prince dance with the princess?”

“Oh, of course, he did. The prince couldn’t leave someone as beautiful as the princess waiting.”

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As Y/N walked closer to Seokmin, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When she was only a few feet away from him, she smiled. Seokmin held his hand out to her, and she took it, coming closer to him. He moved his hands to Y/N’s waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, careful to not accidentally hit his crown. 

“Good evening, Princess,” Seokmin’s eyes morphed into crescents as the sides of his mouth lifted. “You look beautiful tonight.”

Y/N laughed, “Thank you, Your Highness. Her Majesty helped me with it.” 

“Mother. What can’t that woman do?”

As the music started to get heavier, Prince Chan yelped out from across the room. Seokmin and Y/N glanced in his direction, only to see the youngest brother hopping with his foot in his hand, face morphed with pain.

“I’m sorry!” another young guest exclaimed, her hands held out to try to stabilize the boy.

“Have I ever mentioned how glad I am that you don’t step on my feet while we dance?”

“Don’t push your luck, Your Highness," Y/N giggled, a sudden sly smirk upon her lips. "You never know what could happen.” 

Seokmin and Y/N proceeded to glide  across the marble floors; their conversation continued all while the prince's heart raced. 

"So, how do you feel about your first dance here in the palace?" Seokmin questioned. 

"Hm," Y/N began. "I think it's going pretty great. I didn't know you could dance.”

"It's mandatory for royals to learn here," he hummed. "I've known how to dance since I was seven."

Y/N's eyes widened, and silence ensued. Suddenly, Y/N leaned forward and rested her head on Seokmin's chest, his heart beating loudly into her ear. The two stayed like this for a while until the next song played, and Seokmin spoke up once again. 

"My father wants me to use this to announce the wedding," Seokmin looked down at Y/N. "Do you want that?" 

Y/N hummed. "I don't see why I can't learn to love someone like you, Your Highness."

Seokmin's heartbeat sped up as he moved his hand from Y/N's waist to her chin, making her face him. He bent down, his lips centimeters from hers and—

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"Ew! Cooties!" 

The two elders laughed at their grandchildren's exclamation. 

"Yes, kids. Cooties. Now, don't you think about doing that until you are much, much, much older, you hear?"

"Yes, Grandpa!" the eldest giggled. 

"But did the prince and the princess ever get their happily ever after?" the younger questioned, pouting at her Grandparents. 

"Of course they did!" Y/N told the child, running her hand through their hair. 

“The end?” 

“The end.”

“Oh! I guess I showed up at a wonderful time! C’mon kiddos, time for bed!”

The kids turned their heads to face the doorway. 

“Uncle Jun!” They bolted towards the door to greet their Uncle, throwing quick goodnights and goodbyes before exiting the room. Junhui waved to the married couple and followed after the children.

Seokmin glanced over at his wife, shot her a wink and said, "Please, princess, forever stay with me like this."

[arwen17]

Bailey School Kids discussion part 2

FINALLY finished reading the entire series!! @aurorasilverthorne, I wanted to wait to respond to your comments on my last post until I finished the series.   Totally agree and love all the other comments you left on my last post. But wanted to discuss these comments further:

"I'm pretty sure Mrs. Jeepers and Mr. Drake are siblings. I think we see him in "Vampire Baby" and he's the dad of Kilmer's baby cousin. I think Ben and the others don't recognize him because he's the third grade councilor and they're in fourth grade. It's vaguely hinted at when Madame Hauntly mentions Edwardo Hauntly had six kids. I'm assuming she's actually his wife and Mrs. Jeepers, Boris and Drake are three of those six kids.

I think her husband is definitely dead. My guess is vampires stop aging after a certain age, but their bodies can still wear out, which means they aren't truly immortal and can and will die eventually once their organs give out. I don't think Mrs. Jeepers would interact with humans as much as she does if she didn't have complete control of her vampiric instincts because it would endanger her and her family and their species otherwise."

I think what you said is excellent ideas for fanfiction, but I'm trying to be as accurate as possible as I try to figure out the book canon.

In book 3, Kilmer calls Madame Hauntly his grandma and asks her to tell the story about great-grandpa Hauntly. So I think Edwardo Hauntly is the father of Madame Hauntly, not her husband. Which means Madame Hauntly is one of those six children mentioned. We might assume all 5 siblings of Madame Hauntly are also vampires, but that may not be true, given this family seems to have werewolf cousins and uncles.   So Mr. Drake could be a cousin of Mrs. Jeepers or not. There's plenty of siblings he could be related to or he might not be related to any of them and be a totally separate vampire line. Edwardo Hauntly battled with someone called Vlad. I don't know if that implies Edwardo became a vampire because of his battles and Vlad bit him, or if it was simply two different vampire families battling each other.

Then there’s the vampire baby that Kilmer’s vampire uncle dropped off in book 7. Is that Mr. Drake? I don’t think it is. If that were Mr. Drake, I’m certain he wouldn’t have avoided all conversation with Mrs. Jeepers in all the other books. Being family would have been far more reason to talk to each other at some point, and not just being vampires and Romanian.  Makes no sense for them to ignore each other like they did. I know he borrowed her basement for the rock concert practices, so clearly they must have had a conversation at some point, but it’s so strange they have ZERO dialogue with each other in front of the kids. AND I think the 4th graders would have recognized this vampire uncle that picked up the baby at the end of book 7 as being their former Bailey School guidance counselor, rock star, or kickball coach. The picture doesn't look like Mr. Drake and none of the 4th graders recognize him as such.  

Next topic:

I do wonder how long Hauntly vampires can live. Mrs.Jeepers seems at least a couple hundred years old if she's the one that stole the gem from the Leprechaun King, which is heavily implied in book 4. I'm not sure what to make of her dead husband. Maybe he was human and simply died of old age and she hasn't wanted to remarry since then?   We don't have any evidence of any of the Hauntly vampires aging and dying. We don't even know for sure if Edwardo died of old age or not. They're telling stories about him, so I assume that's a sign he has passed from life into legend.

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More questions I have now that I've finished reading the series:

Sleeping arrangements:

Madame Hauntly has a coffin. Boris, Mrs.Jeepers' brother, is super tall and very vampire-like, just like Madame Hauntly. But Mrs jeepers doesn’t dress as vampiric as them, nor does her look-alike cousin Justine Hauntly. Are they just slightly better at blending in with society?

That coffin in Mrs jeepers basement, I guess that’s her coffin? But she has her magic brooch. So maybe she actually sleeps in a bed upstairs? She came from the upstairs when the kids broke into her basement in book 1. But that doesn’t mean anything. She may have tapped on the inside of the box to scare the kids away, then flew upstairs to turn the light on to confuse them as where she actually came from in the house. Like I said, she seems to be more self-aware and slightly better at blending in than her brother or mother.

Interesting to see that Mrs. Jeepers seems to sleep like an ordinary human, unless she's faking it all night long for the benefit of all the people in the gym with her: https://imgur.com/OpSgxmK I think at the very least, the brooch allows her to get away with no coffin or ancestral soil like Boris and Madame Hauntly seem to require. But who knows if the brooch allows her to do that indefinitely.. She might have used up a lot of power for this one particular night. None of the vampires seem to have any problem being awake during the day and sleeping at night. 

Food:

Boris keeps trying to serve the kids inhuman food, but they served Eddie and co harmless noodles in Romania (super special #2). Perhaps Mrs. jeepers controlled the menu there? Or the human cook lady knew better and the monsters never questioned it? Is the Hauntly food deadly to ordinary humans? I thought it was since Ben and gang always refused Boris' food whenever it was offered, but then Carey seems to drink it without issue or complaint: https://imgur.com/fFrEABb

Also interesting that Mrs. Jeepers seems to live exclusively on "tomato juice" but nobody except the kids ever questions this odd dietary choice: https://imgur.com/wsX8wnw

Procreation:

Vampires seem to be able to procreate... since Boris and Mrs. jeepers have a mother. But did Boris sleep with Hilda to create Kilmer? Or did Hilda create Kilmer in a lab? I lean towards them having sex to have a child, since these vampires do seem to be able to procreate and it would explain how their Cousin Fang (book 2) and Uncle Barker (super special) are werewolves and yet somehow still related to a vampire family. Or is he just a cousin in a metaphorical sense? But Fang bears the last name “Hauntly”. After Book 2, I thought maybe he was an adopted child. A werewolf child adopted and raised by a sympathetic vampire family. But thanks to the super special, we know there's also an Uncle Barker, so there's more than one werewolf somehow supposedly biologically connected to this Hauntly vampire family. Boris married a Frankenstein creature Hilda, so perhaps the vampires can procreate with literally anything: human, werewolf, frankenstein, etc.

And given the vampire baby, these vampires clearly reproduce and age at least somewhat like humans. I wonder if it’s like Vampire Knight (anime) --> The more human blood they have in their lineage, the less powers they have. Yes, humans can be turned into vampires, but they have the least amount of powers compared to those who are born vampire. And the purest-blooded vampires (very little to no human blood) have the strongest powers, but constant incest because there’s so few members of the exceptionally pure lines. Perhaps this Hauntly vampire family has a lot of human blood (and werewolf and frankenstein blood etc) in them, so they're odd as hell, but weak in power because their vampiric blood is so impure because they will breed with literally anything.

In conclusion, Bailey School Kids was all about being suspicious and accusing strange adults of being monsters with nefarious plans. Bailey City Monsters is about kids who LOVE the monsters and want to protect them from the humans who want to kick them out of the city lol. Ben and his gang see it as the monsters being too innocent to realize their plans will be seen as "nefarious" by the rest of the city residents. Eddie and gang just have moments where they choose the "devil they know" over the unknown devil, so they sometimes come to Mrs Jeepers defense because they think the alternative option is worse.

[bre-meister]

Family

Weekends tended to be a calm time in the Kennedy household - whenever they could be at least. The family’s weekdays were usually hectic between work, school, dance practice, and art clubs.

Claire would be lying if she said she wasn’t relishing in the quiet as she attended to the dishes in the sink, Isabelle sitting quietly at the table coloring. She could hear the shower going upstairs signaling that Leon had finished working out and would be joining them downstairs soon.

“Mommy, why is Sherry my sister but we don’t have the same name.”

Claire paused. She was both confused and surprised by the question. Most definitely taken off guard. 

“What do you mean sweetpea? Everyone has a different name. It’s what makes names special.” she chanced a look over at her daughter who hadn’t even looked up from coloring.

“No Mommy, not my name. My name. Kennedy.”

Claire finished up the last few dishes quickly, placing them in the dish drainer before moving to sit next to her daughter at the table.

She gently places her hand over the picture Isabelle was drawing so the girl would look at her. Such a loaded question caused for more of a serious conversation.

“Kennedy is your last name baby.”

“Ya. So how is Sherry my sister when her last name is...um…” The five-year-old’s face screwed up in thought.

“Birkin,” Claire supplied the answer.

Isabelle hummed and patiently waited for her answer.

“Well,” Claire started before deciding to switch directions, “What brought this on Izzy.”

“I dunno,” she shrugged, “We were talking about family at school yesterday and every time all of the family members have the same name. But Sherry doesn’t have our name so I wanted to know why.”

“Well,” Claire tried again, “first of all, just because you’re names aren’t the same doesn’t mean you aren’t related. Uncle Chris’s last name is Redfield but he’s still your family because he’s my brother.” 

Izzy smiled at the mention of her much-loved Uncle. 

“Sometimes even siblings have different last names because maybe they have a different Mommy or Daddy than their brothers and sisters.”

“So that’s why? Sherry has a different Mommy and Daddy?” Isabelle asked.

“Yes and no.”

The scrunched face of confusion was back. Claire couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You see, Sherry does have a different Mommy and Daddy but they - “ Claire stalled for a moment trying to think of the nicest way to appease her daughter’s curiosity without telling her the whole truth.

“Sherry’s parents they, um… they couldn’t take care of her anymore so me and Daddy kind of took over for them. Does that make sense?”

Isabelle stayed silent but nodded. Claire was a little relieved that she didn’t press for more information on Sherry’s parents.

The shower upstairs stopped and Claire honestly couldn’t decide if Leon would be a help or a hindrance in this conversation.

“But that’s not the whole reason we call Sherry your sister. You see family isn’t just made of the people you’re related to. It’s also made of the people you love. Grandpa Barry and Grandma Kathy? Technically they aren’t related to us but we’re still their family because they love us a lot. And you love them a lot right?” 

“Lots and lots!” Isabell responded with enthusiasm.

“And you love Sherry lots and lots right?” 

“Uh-huh.” Her small head shook quickly to emphasize her affirmation.

Claire smiled. Pushing back a lock of hair that had fallen into her daughter’s face she asked,

“And you know Sherry loves you just as much. So, it doesn’t matter if you have different names. What does matter is that you love each other.  Do you understand?”

“Mhm. Sherry’s my sister because I really, really love her.”

“Right,” Claire stood up and moved to place a kiss on her daughter’s head.

“I love you, Mommy,” Izzy threw her arms around Claire before she pulled away completely. She gratefully returned the hug.

“I love you so much, baby.”

“What about me?”

The two girls pulled away as Leon made his entrance known.

“Do I get a hug too?” He opened his arms.

Izzy wasted no time running to her Daddy, giggling madly when he picked her up and squeezed her tight.

“I love you too, Daddy.” 

“I love you more, Princess.”

With that, Leon attacked their daughter with tickles and raspberries. Eventually, he put her down so she could show him the picture she had drawn.

Claire’s eyes meet Leon’s over their daughters. His brows furrowed in worry but she waved him off with a kiss to his cheek. 

Isabelle roped Leon into coloring with him. Claire moved away from the table to fetch her cell phone on the counter.

“Who are you calling?” Leon asked from his place at the table.

“Sherry,” she answered with a smile. “ I think it’s time we have another family dinner.”

[brainrotcharacters]

Netflix Lucifer’s last season and finale...

quick someone rewrite every season if Rory time travelled then I’m still swinging with the idea because IMAGINE

Deckerstar’s “I’ll sleep with you when hell freezes over” where Rory a) gets a cringe attack b) keeps her amusement to herself

any interactions with Trixie in any season homegirl didn’t exist in this last season so because this is a sisterhood between a human and a nephilim damnit this is a drawing board for good writing I’m going to cry

s1 Amenadiel in full power who will smell the time traveler in his niece and expand on the lore because of it

Rory sees how her parents fall in love with each other because reading it from Linda’s book (much as I love that) is not as cute or immersive. the pining, the looks, the sacrifices would frustrate Rory how we have been frustrated... but also “show don’t tell”

interactions with Grandma and Grandpa Big G?? idk yet aside from Rory observing how Dad was less hostile to Grandma so similaritiessssss and since they are all-knowing, they’ll keep Rory’s identity secret because drama and angst I WANT TO HURT MYSELF OKAY

NOT tell Chloe and Lucifer who she is until like halfway or the latter end of the season because we need to see how well Miss Aurora can keep a secret

Maze from any season would adopt Rory so quick you don’t even know

Rory would observe Dan. learn what Mom was like with her ex husband, how they raised T, try to make connections to the versions of her mom and big sister that she knows in her timeline

the thing that almost sends Rory over the edge (revealing her identity, self-actualizing a devil face, etc.) is all the times Lucifer abandoned Chloe

Uriel. explore that plotline.

when her aunts and uncles, especially Remiel, sensed Charlie, Rory entertains herself like how Hannibal makes jokes at the table for his own amusement

one time, Lucifer asks her about her father casually, and she hesitates, tells some story, before ending up on “he loves me.”

Eve with Lucifer and Mom with Cain would make Rory’s head spin

hell, get Charlie to time travel sometime (ah ha get it?). nephilim cousins interaction, cmon

get TRIXIE to timetravel! get the kids here!

Rory meets the parents of her future love interests

Dad hates his angel wings. explore that plotline bc Rory grows up angry about him, I imagine she went through a time where she hated her wings because it reminded her of him. only when she chose to grow blades did it remind her of mom.

interactions with Grandma and Grandpa(i guess not) Decker where we see how Rory does not vibe with Penelope but that makes her Chloe’s daughter all the more

why is aurora the name Chloe chose if she had another girl??? gimme the story

Rory comes with Lucifer to Hell to get the formula for the poison that hospitalized Chloe that one time

in getting his wings back, taking away his devil face, getting devil wings, etc. Lucifer unknowingly shows his daughter his healing process

feel free to add more...? I don’t remember entirely rn. but let’s be salty about the last season together.