#but he couldn't let others know he was trick-or-treating like a little child

[cool-thymus]

i'm afraid "the little ghost" tricked you anyway <3

[greycaelum]

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Trick or Treat }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (1.2k)/ blood, biting, blood-sucking, Grand Duke being an opportunistic hungry vampire, Grand Duke and his subtle love languages

❦︎ A/N: Don't ask me about Lycan Sukuna's Halloween, I might end up feeding him to the dogs instead—Grey,

"Trick or Treat?" You crouched down with the chamberkeepers who were busy doing jobs.

"M-My Lady, please, let me get you a chair. No need to crouch down. The soot might get onto you." One of the maids was alarmed seeing you crouch down with them and possibly hurting yourself in any way possible. Who knows if the Master is in a lousy mood and fired them because you got hurt in any way possible? The eldest maid sighed.

"I'm fine, anyway. What's a trick or treat?" You stopped her. Satoru's overprotectiveness of you seems to have rubbed into everyone in the Ducal Palace.

"Oh, it's a human tradition, where kids go around with a basket, asking people..." The younger maid explained to you, and everyone else seems to know such a thing except you, who was once a human.

So here you are, holding a basket, walking over to a particular room at the far end of the East Wing.

It's a strange concept for you. As far as memory goes, you have never left the snowy mountains, and the sight of other humans that wandered through the vast plains of snow is tragically zero until Satoru came. As for His Grace, the chamber keepers already told you he has never once shown interest in such festivities, even when he was a child, so it's unlikely for him even to know such human traditions.

That's quite something Satoru would do. You thought. You can imagine some kid approaching him exclaiming a trick or treat, only to be shot down by his icy glare. You covered your mouth as you chuckled. Indeed, that's something that will happen. However, you're curious about his reaction if it was you.

You knocked, a single and double tune which you have grown accustomed to, and almost everyone knows that tune of knock can only be from you.

You tried to knock a second time, but the door opened, and before you could speak, you were drawn into a tight embrace. A soft sigh lingered in your neck as an arm wrapped around your waist. Perhaps minutes passed or a few more until he spoke.

"Everyone seems to be busy and making a lot of noise. It's making my ears hurt." Satoru pulled you into his office and closed the door. His eyes surveyed you, and you couldn't miss the slight raise of his brow when his eyes landed on the basket in your hand.

"Trick or Treat!" You exclaimed before your mate could speak and pushed the basket towards him.

A poignant pause passed. You couldn't see his reaction because, for some reason, you don't know you closed your eyes.

"... Well, aren't you supposed to open your eyes?"

You looked up to Satoru, a bit embarrassed as you sheepishly laughed and brought the basket back, clutched to your chest. Gosh, you should've known better than to—

You felt the basket sink a little. Satoru retracted his hands and hummed.

"Why did you take the basket back?" He asks.

Inside the basket is a pack of cookies, oddly shaped like a kitten...

You looked up to him in surprise. His Grace shrugged and softly pushed your shoulders to direct you to the couch.

"What's with the surprised face, Kitten?" Satoru chuckles. "Afraid to eat the cookies?"

He's just teasing you. He sat across you, putting the pack of cookies on your palm while taking away the basket and setting it on the table. His hand took your feet, removing your shoes while softly massaging your ankles on his lap.

"So you actually know what a Trick or Treat is, Your Grace."

His Grace incredulously snorted at the remark. He raises a brow at you.

"Do I look that old not to know such childish pranks?"

"Well, you are old!" You giggled as you tried the cookies that tasted divine. Small chirps of delight fluttered from your lips as you made sure not to waste a crumb.

Unfortunately for you, you missed the dangerous glint from His Grace's eyes at the way you bite on that cookie and the way you are unconsciously making those heavenly sighs and munching.

"Oomph!"

The next thing you know is that you're pinned down on the couch. Your mate's breath lingered over your neck while his hand slowly bunched your skirt up to your waist, revealing your supple thighs to his glowing eyes.

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

"W-Wait! That's not a cookie!" How could you not ever learn? You gasp, feeling the way his bared fangs drag across your sensitive inner thighs, teasing you with the tingling sensation. Satoru removed his gloves so he could caress the back of your legs, kneading your full, velvety thighs as he nipped and sucked on them until you writhed underneath his touch.

Satoru chuckled and kissed the bite mark from last night that had yet to disappear.

"You are sweeter than any candy..."

"Ngh!"

His sharp fangs sink into your inner thighs. It was mind-numbing how his tongue lapped up any trickle of blood that tried to escape from him. He moaned at how sweet and full your blood tasted on his palate, filling in his greedy thirst as he kept sucking and lapping up in your thighs. The gasps and moans you added were more than enough to entice him even more in teasing you with his soft kisses between his licks.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see the grin on His Grace's lips as he licked the last of your blood. His bite mark closed up, leaving but two faint marks of his fangs to remind you how he just enjoyed his treat.

His Grace wipes the droplet of your blood from the corner of his lips and sucks on it one last time before pulling up his clothes, exposing to you his glorious body, rigid muscles, and enticing veins tracing his body hardened by battle scars like art. His thumb softly brushed through your cheeks as you panted sweetly underneath him. He can't help but chuckle and kiss the tip of your nose in silent adoration. His arms flex as he cajoles your tired body to sit on top of his lap.

"C'mere, Kitten, I'll feed you something sweeter."

Needless to say, His Grace has a different kind of Trick or Treat tradition engraved in his mind. Consequently, the chamber keepers got a generous raise after that Halloween season...

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[jasonswh0rre]

This is Halloween

AK! Jason Todd x OC

🎃 Pairings/Characters:

Main Characters: Amira (OC), Jason Todd, Chloe (OC child of Amira and Jason Todd)

Other Mentions: Daily Planet Staff

Metropolis citizens 

🎃 Setting

Arkhamverse (Batman Arkham Games)

🎃 Warnings

Emotional Distress

Mild Violence (brief altercation with a bully)

Mental Health Issues (depiction of panic attack triggered by a clown)

Rating

PG-13

Summary:

On a vibrant Halloween night in Metropolis, Amira must unexpectedly work, leaving Jason to take their daughter, Chloe, trick-or-treating. The night is filled with joy and pursuit of candy until a clown triggers a deep-seated panic in Jason, stemming from his traumatic past. As fear overwhelms him, Chloe’s innocent comfort through a simple hug helps him find a moment of peace amidst his turmoil. The story explores themes of fear, family bonds, and the unexpected strength found in childlike innocence.

Author’s Notes:

This story dives into the complexities of trauma and the simple, powerful ways love can help navigate through dark moments. Halloween in Metropolis brings both fun and challenges for Jason and Chloe, showcasing a blend of light-hearted moments and deep emotional struggles. Thank you for reading and for your continued support!

Halloween may be just a typical Tuesday night for cities like Gotham. Still, in Metropolis, the big apricot can be just as scary. Within in good fun, of course. Ghostly hymns and music played on the streets, people dressed down in their scariest costumes. Kids took the chance to become superheroes; who knew the costume stores sold that many Superman capes? Amira wore a slim, hugging black dress and long black hair draped down her back. She hung the Halloween wreath on the door, decorating the apartment. 

"Mommy, look at me!" a voice shouted. Chloé stood in front of Amira. She twirled in her little witch's dress, its whimsical costume in a dark purple and green color scheme. Her layered skirt with petal-like edges in a purple gradient twirled with her. 

"You look amazing, but wait- something's missing?" Amira exclaimed. Chloé looked confused about what could have been missing from her ensemble. 

"What, mommy?"

"You can't be a witch without your hat," Amira responded, holding out a tiny witch's headband; she placed it on Chloé's head, her soft curls bouncing as she finally felt like a witch. 

"Now you're ready, why don't you go get your basket, and we'll start to head out," Amira suggested, prompting an excitable Chloé to run off to find her basket. 

She smiled briefly as she watched Chloé run off so happily that she didn't notice the sense of a new presence in her home. Arms wrapped securely around her waist, she felt her heart sink; turning around, she let out a breath of relief, seeing it was only Jason; he cupped her cheek and gave Amira a quick kiss.

"You forgot you gave me a key here?" He teased lightly

"To be honest? Yeah, I sorta did," Amira whispered as she embarrassingly confessed; she kissed Jason's lips briefly, her body pressed against his, her arms against his neck, causing Jason to subconsciously wince. Noticing Amira turned his head, moving his jacket collar to reveal a nasty deep cut around the side of his neck

"It's fine, I'm alright," Jason murmured; Amira still stared at his neck, her fingers temptingly flinching, trying to touch it without harming Jason.

"I'll see what I can do about it tonight," Amira said, knowing he couldn't change Amira's mind. Jason nodded his head.

"Where's Chlo?" he asked. Like rubbing a genie's lamp, Chloé appeared and rushed to the living room. When she saw Jason, she ran straight into his arms, ecstatic.

"Daddy!" Chloé cried out. Jason gritted through the pain as Chloé's arms were wrapped around Jason's neck. He laughed and smiled as he held onto Chloé as tightly as she did with him. Smiling at both of them, Amira kissed them both on the cheek. The mood seemed perfect and light-hearted until Amira looked down at her phone, crestfallen.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked

"I'm being called in to work tonight," Amira declared. Chloé appeared sad and reached out for Amira to hold her. 

"Mommy, you promised," Chloé pleaded, tears prickling. Amira held Chloé's head to her chest, heartbroken as she wanted to enjoy Halloween with Chloé so severely. Watching Amira's saddened face and Chloé's defeated expression, a thought perverted Jason's mind.

"What if I take Chloé out?" Jason suggested, making Amira look almost shocked when Jason mentioned the idea. Meanwhile, Chloé seemed happy once more. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I am," Jason insisted

Mouthing, "thank you." Amira put Chloé down and went to her room to change

"Here, Daddy, I made a map of where to get the most candy," Chloé chimed. She handed Jason a hand-drawn map of the Metropolis with a red circle over neighborhoods and the daily planet.

"What's at the Daily Planet?" Jason asked

"Their have a party for Starlight students!" Amira chimed, "They have candy, juice, and a bouncy house," Chloé added; Amira changed from her Morticia Addams costume to a more professional look, consisting of a cream blazer over a cobalt blue top paired with a matching cream skirt. 

"I think I liked you better in black, but this isn't too bad," Jason complimented, kissing Amira's forehead. He handed Amira her keys. 

"Thank you. Have fun at the party," Amira said, leaving the father-daughter duo to their own devices.

•••

Jason and Chloé traveled through the city using Chloé's map. First, they took a ferry to St. Martin's Island, home to the wealthiest, most established families. As Chloé skipped around with her candy bag aimlessly, Jason looked around at the houses, how each mansion had a thousand stairs and a long pathway just to get to the front door, rolling his eyes at the ludicrous amount of wealth, these people had, but he did smile at the fact that even as Chloé was still just a child, she possessed a remarkable sense of business at least kidlike to know where the best candy is at. Pointing to one house, Chloé took her dad's hand and stood in line.

"Watch it, pipsqueak," a boy called out, laughing at his remark; he pushed Chloé out of the way. He looked around 12 years old and dressed like a mummy; Chloé seemed to brush the boy's remarks to the side, still holding Jason's hand as she waited. Jason, however, eyes glared in the back of the boy's head, but he cast his anger away for Chloé's sake. 

"Trick or Treat, trick or treat, Give me something good to eat. Not too healthy, make it sweet; please, let me just rot my teeth," Chloé sang; she held her bag open for the older woman.

"Oh, how sweet. You young lady deserve two pieces," the older woman praised. Chloé smiled gratefully as she picked two pieces; thinking she was done, she almost walked off before Jason held her hand, chiding her for more candy.

"She sang the adorable song for you, and she said please. Don't see many kids with manners nowadays, right?" Jason interjected; the older woman thought for a moment and smiled, agreeing with him

"You’re right, young lady. Take another piece sweetie," she said

"Thank you!" Chloé beamed; as Chloé walked off, she counted her candy bag, which was almost full to the brim, smiling at the big haul she had, unaware of the bully in her midst.

"Looks like you got a lot of candy," a boy taunted. Chloé looked up and saw the same mummy boy that pushed ahead of her at the house, this time with another boy dressed as a vampire.

"Thank you," Chloé replied innocently, unaware of the boy's sarcasm

"You're so small, you could never finish it," the mummy boy jeered, snatching the bag from Chloé's hand. He pushed her back, causing her to fall and scraped her knee

"Knock it off, Tyler, just give the kid the bag," the vampire boy interjected sternly.

"Give it back!" Chloe demanded, her voice breaking with sobs as she stood up to the bully, her anger flaring despite her tears.

"Dude, why are you scared? She's just a dumb baby," Tyler asked; the vampire boy looked terrified, looking up at the figure that was just behind Tyler; Jason loomed over the boy, grabbing him by the strings of his costume; Jason was so consumed by anger he forgot that he was grabbing a boy even if he was acting like a little twerp.

"Apologize to the little girl, now," Jason demanded; Tyler looked frozen in fear as Jason put him down and faced him toward Chloé. 

"Sorr– Sorry," he stammered, handing Chloé back her bag. He attempted to run away before he felt Jason's forceful pressure on his shoulder.

"Put your candy in her bag," Jason coaxed

"But– her bag is already full," 

"I don't care. Figure it out then," Jason remarked. Jason had Chloé open her bag and watched as Tyler began putting his candy in it. Tears prickled from Tyler's eyes as he pushed his candy down Chloé's overflowing bag. At the same time, Jason stood, arms folded with a wisecracking grin. 

As Jason helped Chloé up to her feet, she watched as Tyler started to cry and looked at his now half-empty bag. Looking at her bag, she walked up to the boy.

"Here you go," Chloé said. She held a handful of candy in her hand and put it back into the boy's bag.

"Thank you," Tyler said as he and the other boy walked off, wincing slightly back to Jason's side. He smiled at how kindhearted his daughter was; she was so much different than he was, even if someone was a jerk to her. Picking her up, Jason and Chloé went to the ferry back to the mainland, taking her to a 24-hour clinic to get patched up.

"How are you doing kiddo?" Jason asked

"Better," Chloé responded, and the two started a walk downtown. 

People dressed in costumes just laughed and enjoyed the spooky atmosphere of the night; even Jason was feeling the spirit. Until–

"Boo!" A man said he was dressed like a clown in colorful attire, like him, with a painted smile, like him.

Jason looked panicked, his heart accelerating in his chest. He watched as the clown walked back to his friends, laughing. 

"That laugh, it sounds like- like him,"  he thought,

"You see how I scared the big one? Looks like he shit his pants," the man joked, laughing among his friends who cackled too.

That laugh sounded like him; he grabbed Chloé's hand, walking steadfastly.

"Daddy?" Chloé said; assuming she had called out to him in fear; he picked her up holding her closely to him. He was running like he was running a marathon but his lungs gave a different story. Shallow quick breaths were the only thing keeping him from feeling like he was dying. He continued to run but it's harder to escape your own mind. It made it more challenging, with them only being thoughts and images in his mind, the one place he couldn't run from. He found himself in Centennial Park; his eyesight was beginning to get blurry, moving over to a green blurb that looked vaguely like a park bench. 

He sat hunched over, head hung low at his hand rested on his face, his hand shaking.

"Dad?" Chloé said, starting to look worried for her father. Jason always responded the first time she called him, but it was like he couldn't hear her; no matter how many times she called his name, he couldn't hear anything. Chloé looked around the park, trying to gauge her surroundings and find help; she didn't know what to do, so she did the only thing she knew.

She hugged him. She didn't know what to say but knew what to do. She hugged as tightly as her little arms could. Jason took a deep breath, though it felt like it hurt to even breathe. 

Jason's eyes were closed tightly his entire life he felt he was being plunged into a black hole clawing his way out. The raised J branding gave the sensation of burning like it had just happened yesterday. Feeling his daughter's arms around him, it felt as though that blackness was losing in its battle with the light. He focused on that light, focused on what he could hear: people talking, children saying trick or treat, people laughing; not just the laughter of him but of people enjoying themselves and each other, he opened his eyes and began focusing on what he could see: pumpkins with crudely drawn faces, couples holding hands, leaves falling from the trees. He took a deep breath before looking at Chloé who had been quiet all this time still hugging him. Lifting her on his lap, he held her patting her head. Laying back on the bench, Jason let out a breath, then he looked down at that small little frame holding him. He kissed Chloé's forehead and held her close.

"How did I get lucky with you?" Jason thought.

Chloé ended up taking a nap against Jason. With his heart beating settling, he sat back for a moment. Looking to his right, he saw that the Daily Planet was straight ahead. Picking Chloé up, Jason walked over, showing Chloé's student ID. He walked into the party to find kids laughing and running around.

"Princess, we're here," Jason said softly. Rubbing her eyes, she took in her surroundings. She saw all her friends, games and activities, a snack table with so much food she couldn't believe it, and most of all, the bouncy house. 

"Go have fun," Jason said, putting Chloé down. She rushed off to her friend's side, and they all went to play. 

As Jason went to sit by the other parents, he checked his phone to find a new message from Amira.

Amira:

How's the party at the Daily Planet? I wish I could be there with you all :'(

Jason: 

Me too. The party is fine, doll. Chloé is bouncing off in the air as we speak. 

Amira: 

Good, the more she jumps, the more tired she'll be tonight. Send pictures! Have fun, and thanks, Jay. I owe you 🩷

Jason: 

I'll make sure to collect my fee from you tonight. 

Will send you pictures by the pound. <3

Jason:

1 new photo! 

3 new photos! 

Turning off his phone, he started talking with some of the parents. One woman was decked out in so many pearls that she looked like she'd just raided Poseidon's jewelry box. 

As the party started to dwindle, Chloé walked over to Jason, dragging her candy bag, which had become too heavy for her to carry behind her.

"Let me hold that for you, and let's get home," Jason said. Holding the candy bag and Chloé's hand, they took the Metropolis City bus back to the apartment. 

Once they got home, Chloé's excitement was slowly running out of steam. She yawned profusely. Jason helped her out of her costume, got her changed into her pajamas, tucked her into bed, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Closing the door softly, Jason went to the living room and turned the TV on to watch a movie. He tried to wait until Amira came home, but getting tired himself, he fell asleep. 

As she finally got home, Amira smiled, watching a tired Jason listen to his soft snores. Taking her heels off, she went to the bathroom and retrieved her first aid kit. Taking another look at his neck, she applied an ointment, causing Jason to squirm slightly in his sleep.

She applied gauze and some medical tape to his neck, kissing his forehead; looking down, she saw Jason's hand had found its way to her thigh. 

"I thought you were asleep," Amira teased, her smile softening as she noticed Jason's brief glance.

"Mmh—I was... waiting for you," Jason murmured sleepily; his voice a weary mumble as he confessed, half in slumber. Taking him by the hand, she moved Jason to her bedroom so he could actually sleep comfortably.

They both changed, Amira into her tank top and shorts and Jason into pajama pants. The second Jason was in bed, he went to sleep again, his snores seeming even louder in the bedroom. Amira snuggled next to him, her hand placed on his chest as she went to sleep. 

Endnotes:

I meant to get this out on Halloween but forgot! Well since it's Fall anyways you can read this when you're in spooky mood.  

[firegirl888101]

in honor of spooky month, I think the harbingers going trick-or-treating(or watching a horror movie) would be entertaining

(I'm the same anon who asked about the "reader who's good at drawing thing" :D)

You have specifically asked, and I have answered dear friend!

The Harbingers and Y/N are still in modern world and NOT Teyvat. Just thought I'd put that out there.

Also, I added something my family and I used to do when I was really young! (Obviously this was way before lockdown so there was no shortage of toilet paper lol) Not sure if its the regular thing but I hardly see the tradition on the media anywhere...

This was posted before the Insatiable Madness (9) was published! (meaning there could be some things mentioned to keep in mind for the future of the series... 👀)

Decided to post this 2 hours early because I was bored and didn't want to wait for the 12 o'clock mark lol.

Insatiable Madness

Diverted-Dimension (Halloween 2023)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

Where am I..? This doesn't feel like the main storyline.

Reader is Gender Neutral!

"You mean to tell me it's normal to wrap yourself in waste as a tradition?" Signora threw the toilet paper at you, her face telling you all you need to see.

"Pleeeeease? I promise it's clean!" You begged her, picking up the toilet paper she threw at you and offering it to back her.

"Absolutely not. Why would someone, besides Childe, have fun by wrapping themselves up in that nonesense?"

"I agree with Signora." Pantalone gently coughed into his hand. "Why would one choose to have filth around them for amusement?"

"You lot are sour little bitches."

"How DARE you--"

"Either way, it can't be too bad. Especially since this tradition has been around for atleast a century." You smiled at Childe rolling around in the toilet paper.

"I think it looks fun!" Columbina pitched in, her head wrapped in toilet paper delicately.

"Of course you would, you brown-noser. Anything you see Y/N do is an instant hobby to your personality." Scaramouche glared at her, sitting on the sofa behind her.

"Well, not like you had a personality to begin with."

All the Damselette did in response was giggle, and continued to look your way. "It's my turn now!"

"Your turn to do... what?"

"To wrap you of course! Didn't you say the whole point was who could wrap each other the fastest?" She made a 'grabby hands' motion.

Oh dear, this doesn't look good.

"Yeah, Y/n..." Scaramouche teased, tossing the toilet paper in his hand up and down. "Let's wrap you up."

"You changed your mind very quickly. Are you sure you weren't feeling sad that you were missing out?"

"Of course not." He scoffed. "Hey, Damsel. I'm going for their mouth first, you do their legs."

"Perfect, that way they can't run away!~" She giggled once more.

Haha... I'm in danger-

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

You don't know how long you've been tied up with toilet paper. You reckon it's been a good hour of Columbina singing as she worked on your 'Wedding Gown'.

Scaramouche also had fun wrapping your entire head very tightly. Thankfully, Pierro cut your eyes and nose loose when you complained you couldn't breathe.

"Y/N!! You look so pretty!" Columbina clapped in delight, a wide smile on her face.

Scaramouche just stayed silent, clutching a hand to his mouth trying not to laugh.

"Thanks everyone, I definitely see you trying to help me." Is what you would have said if it weren't for the tight toilet paper wrapped around your mouth, practically gagging you.

"Now, now," Pulcinella interjected the laughing, holding your back when realising you were about to fall over.

"Let's not tease them too much, they planned our night out did they not?"

"Oh, right, they did!" Childe piped up, looking behind him and cringing at the strips of toilet paper he shredded.

I am not cleaning that up for him.

"You rarely ever let us out of the house, I'm excited to see the neighbourhood you live in!"

"One, there's a very good reason for why I don't let anyone out the house. Two, how on Earth could you be excited about my neighbourhood?" You finally managed to rip through the tissue around your mouth.

"Who said you could unsilence yourself? I enjoyed the brief moment of peace we had without your squealing." Sandrone scoffed.

"I did, plus, I was starting to choke on it and my throat feels very dry now... No, Dottore, I don't need any of your pois-- I mean medicine."

"What an insult." He shook his head in disappointment.

"Should we all get ready to begin going out? Before we know it, it'll be 9 o'clock and people will begin to walk around." You suggested, watching Dottore roll his eyes.

"I agree, however, you never mentioned why we'll be going out tonight." Arlecchino said.

"Well, on Halloween there's this tradition we have---"

"Another one?" Signora sighed, her boredom being evident from her tone.

"...You do realise festivals don't just have one tradition right?" You sighed back at her.

"As I was saying, on Halloween we dress up as things we find 'spooky', and 'scary'. Some even cosplay as their favourite fictional characters! Then, at night, you walk around with neighbourhood with bowls knocking on doors for sweets! It's pretty delicious I'm not gonna lie."

"Can't we just dress up as ourselves? I often hear my soldiers gossiping about us Harbingers when they think I'm not listening. Are we scary?" Capitano suggested with a heavy voice.

"I mean... sure, you do come off that way when you walk around killing people just because you can't find one person."

"Haha, very funny." Sandrone looked at you, tapping her finger on the arm of the sofa opposite to you.

"I hate sugar." Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your explanation.

"Oh yeah! I forgot you don't like anything sweet!"

"Anyway, I would prefer it if you didn't dress as yourselves, you'll look very out of place." You sighed.

"Yeah, no. I'm not dressing up at all."

"Well, I'll be going as an angel! I saw on your... phone? (I think that's what you called it) A lot of people were dressing up as one and I wanted to see if it suited me!" Columbina showed a white dress in front of your eyes.

"Where did you get that? I didn't give you permission to go into my room - especially my wardrobe. I haven't even worn it yet!"

"I thought it looked really pretty!"

"That is not a solid argument!" You argued back.

"Now, now, you two..." Pulcinella put his hands on your shoulder and hers.

"Let us not show animosity towards eachother."

"Oh, so she can steal my shit but can't atleast apologise for keeping it in her possessions without telling me?"

"You didn't even notice it was gone. I don't understand the source of your anger~" She giggled at you.

"You're lucky you're a harbinger keeping me here against my will."

"Are you two finished now?" Pierro grumbled. "We have a long evening ahead of us."

"'We'? I thought you insisted you didn't want to come?"

"That is true, however, I cannot help but worry about the Damselette and the likes of you going off together causing trouble only the Tsaritsa will remember."

"Dude, she's not even here--"

"Let's change topic." Arlecchino sighed to herself, watching Columbina run off with your dress somewhere.

"She asked me to also dress as an angel with her, the one with black wings instead."

"Oh, you mean a fallen angel?" You sighed, a headache beginning to form inside your mind.

"Let me guess, you want to borrow one of my dresses too?"

"No, that wouldn't be courteous. Besides, it would be very tight on me if I were to wear one."

"Thanks for insinuating I'm small."

"That is not what I meant."

"Heyy, Decider? What should I wear?" Childe enthusiastically threw himself on the sofa next to you.

You shrugged as a reply.

"If you don't assign me a character, I'll steal the Captain's clothes and dress up as him."

"Please don't." Capitano walked off.

"Just be a corpse. You'll be one in less than a hundred years anyway." Scaramouche suggested, smirking at his own joke.

"I actually like that idea a lot." You smiled with him. "Rather than a corpse, just be a zombie."

"Ehhhh? You mean like that girl at Bubu Pharmacy!? Y/N you're so mean!"

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"You... You lot are so boring."

"Fuck off, I am not in the mood." Scaramouche folded his arms with a scornful face.

One by one the harbingers all met outside your front door. The idea was they were supposed to come out when they'd dressed up and finished getting ready.

Unfortunately, they all didn't dress up and went in their Harbinger coats.

"Alright, I understand some of you not wanting to dress up. But what happened to those of you saying you would?" You asked, feeling slightly betrayed.

"Believe me, I was going to!" Childe looked at you guiltily.

"No you didn't you big liar, you took one look at the costumes available and left the room." Arlecchino scolded him.

"I'm sorry okay!? Won't you forgive me?" He blinked very fast, mocking a begging expression.

"I'll be honest," You struggled to contain your laughter. "I really wasn't expecting anyone to dress up."

"Ehhh? But what about you putting options for us to dress as?"

You simply shrugged with a wonky smirk.

"Well, I'm glad we all have what happened earlier behind us, as well as getting out of the house in one piece." Pierro coughed into his hand, eyeing Columbina.

"So... You're not mad at me for stea-- borrowing your dress?" She asked you hopefully.

"No, I'm still pissed off."

"Aww..."

"Can we just leave, please?" Dottore groaned into his hand. "I'd like to finish the episode of the show I was watching."

"And I would like to distract myself from all of you impudent bastards - but oh look, I'm forced against my will." Sandrone gave a frown to you.

"Haha, very funny." You mocked her words from earlier, the mechanic's frown turning into an angry look.

"Oh... my... gosh. LOOK AT THOSE COSPLAYERS!!" Loud voices exclaimed from over your garden fence.

"Destiny, you're right! They look so... real!"

Oh no...

"Are they referring to us?" Arlecchino whispered to Pierro, the two harbingers sighing when seeing Childe walk up to the two girls.

"Of course they are," Signora answered the man for him. "They're pointing and talking whilst staring at us."

"How unmannered."

"Alright, alright, alright!" You called out to everyone around you after hearing the conversation behind you.

"We need to head up the street north, as that's where I usually trick or treat. Plus, the neighbours are nice there which is a great bonus."

"If you could move away from the gate?" Your attention turned to the girls, a stern expression on your face.

"Oh, yeah, sorry... We just got a bit excited." One of the girls holding their phones apologised.

They walked away and you soon turned to face the clueless Harbingers stood behind you.

"This is why I wanted you to dress up! You'll be noticed so much easier when you're dressed like how you were in the trailer!"

"Trailer?" Pantalone questioned you.

"Nevermind. I forgot everyone around me in this house is clueless."

"Clueless? Clueless about what?"

"As I said before, it doesn't matter. Let's go get some sweets!" You cheered, ignoring Pantalone nudging you for an answer.

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"Oh... Life is sweet, life is good!" You praised the Harbingers after asking them to empty the bowls you gave them.

Somehow, although you knew there were a lot of you, you'd rounded up with a mountain of chocolate bars and colourful sweet packets. And calling it a mountain wasn't an exaggeration, it practically covered your coffee table.

"And this, my friends, is the triumph of our labour."

"I'll be honest though, it'll last me less than a week knowing me." You began picking out your favourite chocolates.

"That is not healthy, how are your teeth not rotting?" Dottore muttered, turning to your face and inspecting you.

"I'm blessed."

"You are definitely not." He mused, opening your mouth and looking inside at your teeth.

"Hwwey!" You tried to voice a complain.

"Ugh, just let them destroy their mouth. They'll learn that their pleasure will be their downfall." Scaramouche scoffed, pushing the doctor off of you.

Pantalone then laughed at the two in front of him. "I can always pay for them to get new teeth."

"Why would you need to pay when you have a qualified doctor in the house?"

"Qualified doctor?" Sandrone chuckled to herself. "More like insane experimental scientist."

"You little--"

"That's where you're wrong, they're simply heartless businessmen as I have always stated in the past." Arlecchino shook her head.

You glared at the Harbingers bickering as if you weren't next to them, and continued to pick and sort out the sweets covering your table.

I can never get a days peace. You shook your head, collecting and sharing the packets with Childe and Columbina on your left and right.

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Halloween Costumes: DPS Girls Headcanons (SFW) As Halloween approaches, I'll be writing more about it with the ovw characters. So, this post is about what the DPS girls would want to dress up as for Halloween (if they did at least). It's under the cut, enjoy!

Elizabeth Caledonia / Ashe: I can honestly imagine she likes to dress up, but not for the reason of trick or treating. For her, she likes to use Halloween as an excuse to dress up in a disguise on a robbery with her gang. So, some of her favourites in the past were of a saloon girl (she hated the dress but it worked well for seducing her way into the bank she planned to rob from) and as poison ivy from dc (she used it as a way to blend into the crowd of a Halloween carnival, making it perfect to escape from the police).

Mei Ling Zhou: Mei always likes to use Halloween as a bonding experience, enjoying co-ordinating her outfits with close friends and work colleagues such as Lena and Brigitte. So, some of her favourites were as a pirate (Lena was a parrot, with Brigitte as a wench) and as Velma from scooby doo (Brigitte was Scooby and Lena was Scrappy-doo, with other members taking the other main characters).

Fareeha Amari / Pharah: Fareeha used to despise Halloween as a child because she used to see families together, dressing up and taking their kids out to trick or treat, when she couldn't have the same experience. But, she's grown more light-hearted about it, especially dressing up for themed parties such as ‘hear me out’ costumes (dress up as your biggest hear me out character), and ‘sexual awakening’ costumes (dress up as your sexual awakening character). She doesn't have a favourite, but loves costumes that aren't serious and look poorly made, just because of how much more humorous they are to her.

Vivian Chase / Sojourn: You can't tell me that Vivian doesn't do trick or treating with her sister and niece every year - you know fine and well that Vivian's letting her niece pick the group costume each year, and following along with her ideas to make sure that she has the most enjoyable year possible. Vivian loves to let her take control and holds back her distaste for the costumes she picks, purely because she loves the family time she can have with them more so than the dressing up part. Her favourite group costumes that she's done, though, are Alice in Wonderland (Vivian and her sister were the card guards, with her niece being the Queen of Hearts), Cat in the Hat (Vivian and her sister were thing 1 and thing 2, with her niece being the cat), and Little Red Riding Hood (her niece was the grandma, her sister was little red, and she was the wolf). All in all, though, any Halloween costume will be her favourite if she knows her family had fun.

Olivia Colomar / Sombra: Honestly, I can't imagine Olivia's really been able to enjoy Halloween in her life, and doesn't have much interest in it in general. However, she does like to do group costumes with Amelie and Moira when going to clubs or bars, but only silly ones (similar to Fareeha). She'd definitely love to dress up as final girls from horror movies, animated movie characters (i.e. shrek, megamind, etc). If she can find humour in it, she loves it especially with her friends.

Amelie Lacroix / Widowmaker: Amelie used to do couples costumes with Gerald, finding it a genuinely fun time with him. So, now that he's passed away and gone from her life, it took her a while to warm up to the idea of dressing up again for Halloween. With the help of Moira and Olivia, she's found herself warming up to it but doesn't have specific preferences. She likes ones that are more clever than funny, though, but will go with what her friends would like to do (to an extent - if she hates an idea, she'll tell them of course). All in all, she can be picky but has good intentions, wanting to make sure that she and her friends are enjoying themselves wherever the night finds them. She doesn't have any pictures of her favourite costumes, though, because she'd rather keep them in place in her mind.

Lena Oxton / Tracer: Lena will always do costumes with her friends and take their family members with her trick or treating - Halloween is one of her favourite holidays in my opinion, and she loves to go all out for it. For example, with Brigitte and her family, she'll often accompany them and show just as much enthusiasm as the little sisters and brothers have for the events that night. Her favourite costumes are simple ones, ones she can wear and have fun with her friends in - whether that's cheap, silly or serious ones, she's happy and enjoying herself.

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what's your opinion about the whole "hints of Adrien as sentimonster already exist and obvious from s1 and sentimonster Adrien is not just a theory, never been"

This already stated by the ambassador in twitter when s4 aired but I just... call me denial or stupid, but those "hints" that people claimed as one? doesn't looks like hints at all for me. Like, there's other explanation for, say, Adrien feather allergy, other than "it's hint that he's a sentimonster" and this "hints" that they claimed range from trivial one like feather allergy to the irritating one like "reason Adrien can't disobey Gabriel is because he's a sentimonster."

It's irritating because as an ex abused child, seeing people claimed Adrien trauma respond as "hint that he's sentimonster" is irritating, it's invalidating for me. There's no amount of "yes Adrien is abused, him being a sentimonster doesn't change the fact that he's an abused child" validating my experience and feelings as an ex abused child because That! Is! Not! The same!! Our experience is difference!!!

I'm sorry for the rant it just everytime I see people praised the sentimonster Adrien plot or how it's already been there from the first time, make me want to pull my hair. Not only because of the reason I stated above but also because that means I feel like i spend years watching this show just for me to be tricked by the showrunner. ...or it just me who's reading the show wrong like my friends said, that it's never a show where Adrien fight for his freedom, realized that he's abused and get out from that situation, that its like my friend said, this show is Marinette story, it's never been about Adrien, that he's never meant to be more than love interest despite his name is in the title.

I hate it...

I think the so-called "hints" are just things that people came up with in an act of desperation to justify bad story telling as it's quite clear that Adrien wasn't a sentimonster until season four. Possibly even late season four. Fans of the BS point to minor things to try to prove that this was always the plan while ignoring massive plot holes introduced by the twist. I made a list of these plot holes, but the two big ones are Chat Blanc and Gorizilla. These episodes would not exist if the sentimonster plot had been the plan from day one.

If Adrien was always a sentimonster, then Chat Blanc and Ephemeral should have been near identical since both episode let Gabriel control the time and place of final fight by luring his son to his lair, meaning that Gabriel had time to get the ring in both episodes, but the episodes are wildly different. Adrien had free will in Chat Blanc while Ephemeral was basically used to verify the senti-twist for the first time. I don't know how anyone can watch both of those episodes and claim that this isn't clear evidence of a massive retcon or - at the very least - terrible writing.

Similarly, Gorizilla has Gabriel straight up say "[Adrien is] hiding something for sure... there's only one way for us to uncover his secret." If the sentimonster plot had been planned from day one, then the "one way" would have been using the ring. Instead, Gabriel risks his son's life because Adrien wasn't a sentimonster at this point, so Gabriel couldn't force the answer out of him. And don't even try to say that this just means that Gabe wasn't willing to use the rings at this point. He literally lets his kid almost die in this episode! A little forced Q&A is nothing compared to that and him using the ring is not treated as a big deal by the story. He has no change of heart moment where he puts it on for the first time. He just starts using it in the later half of season four almost as if that's when it came into existence.

As for the things people point to, I've talked about the feather allergy in particular before because that one just drives me up a wall. Tldr: Adrien is a magical construct that is exactly what he was intended to be by his creator and no other sentimonster has been shown to have a feather allergy, so if you really think that this is foreshadowing, then you're basically arguing that Emilie designed her kid to have a feather allergy as some weird sort of joke. This is extra true since the allergy is explicitly stated to be a pigeon allergy and not a catch-all feather allergy.

There's also the fact that one of the writers posted the original script of Origins on twitter which revealed that the peacock wasn't originally going to be missing from (or possible in) the miracle box, meaning that it was only added later in the game, which is not shocking in the slightest given the way that Adrien was written in season one. To be more explicit, he's not written as a sheltered romantic. Like, remember how Nino asked Adrien for dating advice back in Animan and Adrien was just like "ask Marinette on a date to the zoo!" That's normal teen type advice, not sheltered teen advice and especially not advice from roses-and-candlelit-rooftop dates Chat Noir who doesn't really exist until season two.

In my opinion, the senti plot only became a thing in the fandom because it explains Emilie's sickness if you assume that she knew what using the peacock would mean, but chose to use it anyway, which was a reasonable assumption. It's one I made! But we now know that she probably didn't have any clue because Félix wouldn't exist if the consequences were known as shown by the play in Representation (S5E24) which gave us these lines:

Félix: (as Gabriel) After much study, I have discovered a solution for you and your wife. But there will be a price to pay. You will give me your best knight to guard my future son. In exchange, I will lend you this magic amulet. It will allow you to give life to your dream and to control it. Félix: Some time after his son was born, the lord of war fell ill. And the weaker he grew, the more convinced he became that he was paying the price for using magic.

I remember watching this, hearing the "there will be a price to pay" line and thinking, "Oh, so they did actually know what the peacock would do. Interesting." Only for the plot twist that this is just Gorilla's origin story. In retrospect, it was honestly kinda funny, but the big takeaway here is still that the story never needed to justify Emilie using the peacock because she apparently didn't chose to die for her child. She only found out that having a sentichild would kill her after Adrien already existed at which point it was too late to give fully informed consent. Given the implication of how the Agreste's got the peacock, it's kind of hard to feel bad for her. If anything, it feels like karma, but we don't know how much Gabriel hid from her so I could be wrong. We'll probably never know for sure because I highly doubt that the Agreste plot will be revisited in a meaningful way.

In summary, the senti twist is terribly setup and ultimately pointless. It adds nothing to the story outside of cheap drama and means one of two things: the twist was a massive, last-minute retcon or the writers are terrible at following their own lore and setting up twists. Neither option is good, but if you like the senti twist (a POV I'll never understand), then you don't want to acknowledge that because you want to feel like it was a good addition instead of something that should have stayed in the realms of fanfiction where authors could reshape canon to make the twist work or treat it with the severity it deserves.

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On a more personal note, I'm sorry that you're feeling invalidated by people's reaction to this twist. I agree that the ways its played really downplays and even outright ignores Adrien's trauma which is extra disappointing since it could have been used to highlight just how much Adrien's home life has hurt him. Supposedly he's no different from a normal human, but no normal human would be okay having their free will overwritten like he has. This change in status hasn't actually changed anything about how messed up his treatment has been unless you don't think Adrien is equal to a normal human.

Basically, there's a lot of cognitive dissonance that goes on in the minds of fans who like the way canon has handled this theory.

Even if we ignore that, the fact that Adrien's not the main character doesn't mean that he deserves to be nothing more than Ladybug's perfect, magical arm-candy. One of the show's major flaws is its obsession with focusing everything on Marinette. I've talked before about how that choice does her no favors.

Most long-running TV shows understand that it's actually a good idea to flesh out more than one character because you need a strong ensemble cast to make long-running shows work. Ron Stoppable, Tuxedo Mask, and other girl-power male love interests show us that good shows tend to give the love interest more development as time goes on. Meanwhile, Miraculous has made Adrien less and less important with each passing season even though he's a titular characters.

No, being in the title doesn't mean that he has to be important, but I use that phrasing as a short hand for the fact that Chat Noir was important for the first four seasons. The fact that his name was in the title made sense and felt totally earned because he'd earned equal billing to the lead. He was key to the plot. His father was the villain. He and Ladybug were the only holders chosen by Master Fu and the only holders given their miraculous full time. Chat Noir was also the emotional core of every final, giving Ladybug the strength to win the day. In other words, we were given the show the title promised until, suddenly, we weren't. The "twist" is that Adrien doesn't matter outside of giving Marinette someone to kiss and trauma dump on and we're now going into a season where the villain no longer has anything to do with Adrien and where everyone has a miraculous, so don't expect that status quo to improve. The bug and cat team is dead and gone.

So, no, I don't think that you were reading the show wrong by expecting Adrien's backstory to mean something. You're perfectly valid to expect good, logical writing instead of the nonsense we got. Hopefully you can find some good content in other works or in fanfiction for this show. The main reason that I write Miraculous fanfic is because there are so many good ideas that have been totally squandered in the name of cheep petty drama and it's natural to feel disheartened by that. The only reason I'm not devastated by season five is because I personally thought that the Queen Bee plot was a canary in a coal mine, warning us that this show was going to have terrible writing for anything that lasted longer than an episode. I never imagined how bad it would get, though, or I probably would have stopped watching sooner instead of keeping up with canon so that I could follow the fan content.

I have personally taken a great deal of pleasure in writing stuff where Adrien's trauma is acknowledge, Gabriel pays for his crimes, and Marinette gets to be a good supportive girlfriend instead of treating Adrien as her therapist while he gets nothing. I think it would have been beautiful if the show had focused more on Chat Noir being Ladybug's support instead of mostly using him as comic relief. If they'd gone that route, then they could have very easily let the roles reverse after Gabriel's defeat, letting Marinette finally have a chance to support Adrien after everything he's done for her. That's how you write a satisfying, balanced romance for the ages.

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ive been thinking lately of tengen's and kenjaku's techniques being two sides of the same coin.. both of them using others' bodies to prolong their lives. this is kind of word vomit and aimless, but it makes me think about that one dialogue between mahito and kenjaku about techniques dictating their worlds... both of their goals are kind of similar too, though where tengen seeks the upholding of foundation, kenjaku seeks to unravel it. these two have so much unexplored drama. what are your thoughts ?

Oh yes there are absolutely dichotomies between their techniques, their immortality and how they use the bodies of others! So when we look at Tengen's immortality for example, it's something constant. She ages and she will eventually evolve, but her life is something immutable that will go on without her actively doing anything to uphold it. Kenjaku on the other hand has a much more fragile immortality you could say. It's tied to their current vessels and likely they would die with their vessels if they don't change again. Meaning, they have to do something to keep living, it involves their active involvement. They couldn't just lock themselves in a tree for a couple hundred years and come out as if nothing happened. They have to maintain their vessel and interact with others to keep living.

Similarly with how they use their vessels and how they react to change. When Kenjaku changes bodies they take in other people's memories, their cursed energy and to an extent their life. Of course they still hold onto their own identity, but they still use who this person was before and learn something from their experiences like how they used Geto's memories to trick Gojo or take his CT and improve upon it. Or how they take Noritoshi's resistance to the Death Painting blood with them even long after he's dead, similar to saving Kaori's CT. Or with EdoKen, they adjusted their way of living to what the body is physically capable of. If the vessel is weak, it makes Kenjaku weaker too.

Tengen on the other hand uses her vessels to resist change. Physically speaking, the Star Plasma Vessels are a reflection of her. She describes it literally as merging with herself. Riko might've had her own little life and Tengen let her have some fun, but when the merger happens, she is still just a fragment of Tengen that loses any individuality and whose experiences have no impact on Tengen. She can't even hear their voices. They might as well not exist anymore because to her they have entirely become part of her and actually were never anything more than that.

She uses the vessels to reaffirm herself and desperately turn back time to go back to what she used to be and uphold the status quo. No ambiguity, no new possibilities with what she could become, she's just sticking to what she knows. We know that all sorcerers who take over a vessel gain their memories (a little different in Kenjaku's case, since they are the only person who uses dead bodies) and usually use their memories to orient themselves better in modern times. Tengen however doesn't seem to learn anything from her vessels. Even with a vessel that's still alive like Yuki, she only really sees her as a petulant child and doesn't take her words and anger all that serious. For a long time she apparently didn't even allow her to come close to talk to her. She is on some level curious about the SPVs, what they might be saying about her, but in the end they all get dismissed because she is older and more experienced and wiser and knows it better. Same way she treats Kenjaku honestly. Not that Kenjaku is like altruistic in how they perceive their vessel's, but they are more involved than her and gain more from them than just a meatsuit.

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This is the gist of my Quaritch theory as well, mostly because it's pretty realistic, but also because, I don't know, it's soft and mushy and will make me cry.

I imagine him going insubordinate for Spider, refusing too many orders, going behind the General's back one too many times; he loses their trust, does it knowingly, all for his kid.

Because he's tired. Tired of playing the role of a dead man, tired of reliving memories that don't feel like his, tired of sticking to the same path that got him killed. He's tired of hearing screams, he's tired of smelling ash and char, he's tired of scrubbing his hands of the blood that will forever coat them.

Most of all, he's tired of seeing his son's disappointed son's face staring back at him with contempt and disgust. He's tired of having to pick between his living, breathing son, and a cold, violent mission.

The second he leaves (with Cupcake, of course, he ain't leaving his girl behind to those sky people), he looks for his son. He doesn't really have a plan, Spider may run from him again (and he wouldn't chase him. He respects his son too much to force himself on the poor thing), Neytiri and Jake may try and kill him (and this time he might just let it happen), and even if by some grace of God (Eywa?) none of that happens, where does that leave him.

he's a colonizer, a genocider, he is drowning in innocent blood, even if it was his original self that did most of the damage, he still followed his path. he can't fix that, can't change what happened, he couldn't dare expect any Na'vi to put up with him, to pretend like his face doesn't haunt their nightmares.

in all honesty, he'd just be happy to see his boy one more time, to hold him and see him smile one last time, to know that he is safe and loved. he could give up then. spiders the only thing he has, and if the boys safe, then that's ok.

I imagine him becoming sort of a recluse, living alone with Cupcake somewhere in the woods, somewhere spider can come visit him. I feel like Jake would have some (small) sympathy, and Neytiri (who can be reasonable, I hate that people fail to see that. emotion and logic are two different things, she struggles with the later, and I hate to even call it a struggle) understands the pain of his current existence, stuck between, living a lie, playing a role; she can forgive him and not want him around all the same.

I think Quaritch will become a fragile ally in a later movie, but I know for a fact he's gonna fight to have week ends with his boy. he did all this for spider, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get a little time with him.

and spider feels so conflicted. he saved him because he saw the good in him, he stuck with him and loved him because Quaritch loved him back, because he didn't treat him like a pet. but he knows his family aches at the mere thought of Quaritch, that he is once again torn between 2 lives, even if one (Quaritch) is significantly better (spiders place in the family runs deep; he's not only adopted, but adopted out of pity and burden, he's different and can barely function in their world, and he's human. no matter what changes happen to the sully family, he will never fit in, he will never be an equal to them) he's still so loyal, especially to the one he's been with longer. He clings to his father, he still loves him, but he fears that he'll trade 1 person for his whole family. he's scared he'll lose everything.

he's like the ultimate child of divorce. it's like an eternal case of 'who do you wanna satay with for the holidays' except the holidays is just life, but it's the dread of picking one over the other, knowing it's a trick question. pick one and your shamed for ditching, pick the other and your guilted for leaving the other out and missing time with them. this is all happening when spider and Quaritch just want time to nap in the son and bind like father and son, while the Sully's make spiders life hell (they don't mean it, but spider dynamic with them is not, and most likely, will never be healthy).

they're gonna need a family therapist next movie, they already did, but I have a feeling it's gonna be a lot worse come the inevitable Quaritch redemption.

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CONTENT WARNING

VIVZIEPOP CRITICAL/STOLITZ CRITICAL BELOW THE CUT

You have been warned.

I wanna clear some things up before I get to the episode. (Yes I will clarify when I get into the ep itself.)

Stolitz in and of itself isn't the issue. Them being toxic, or messy isn't actually a problem. In fact, that can make for very interesting characters.

If you actually put in the effort to do so.

Currently as it stands, they're just a lukewarm, half-thought out, sad microwaved piece of steak. They were once a very satisfying meal. They could POTENTIALLY get back to that point. But you have to treat them right.

My biggest issue with these two is how easy they are to fix. Or rather, how easy they could be. I actually don't hate the idea of them together, I just hate how they're executed.

Here's a few things I would have done, and the problems I have with the current state of things.

One, make it like an addiction. I often jab at Stolas being the architect of his own undoing, but...the biggest risk he's taken has already happened. He's gone through with the divorce. As the child of one, they suck but to put it bluntly, Stolas has lost practically nothing.

If he were risking being disowned, that would be one thing. But you've given no indication that he's dealing with anything short of normal problems. Royalty has to deal with assassination attempts already, so Stella trying to take him out is just a Tuesday for him. (In fact, that would be a very funny potential running gag. "Ugh, Stella you really think I would fall for this? You know I have royal bomb sniffers. Try harder, you witch!")

Instead, make it so he and Blitz never had any real reason to keep getting together. Make it so SO easy for them to get over each other. No matter how many 'last times' they have. It's never going to be enough.

Their motives can be different, sure that's great. Blitz started it in a very shallow way, and Stolas craves the relationship he's always wanted. I agree with you, that's an interesting start.

But the book bribery just makes anything in this whole deal lack a punch. Blitz CAN'T get out of this. He has an entire team, one of which is his daughter to support. He literally couldn't get out of this if he wanted to. He likely still thinks the gem is some sort of trick. Like it's a test.

Instead of what it should be. A deep, unavoidable NEED. Something so addicting that they can't stop. They keep falling together, Blitz clearly struggling with his burgeoning desire to stay. Stolas with his clear understanding that he's going to destroy his daughters life.

Because as it stands, it's painfully boring. We've seen plenty of royals hooking up with servants. And that's what Blitz is/was for the grand majority of this. He was that vision he had. A man on a chain, unable to get away from this rich bastard because he NEEDED his magic.

Give me substance. Give me two deeply flawed men finding comfort in their own ruination. Give Stolas more stake in the game. Make his life well and truly fall apart because he just can't stay away, even though it's as easy as breathing.

Because at the end of the day, Viv and Co can't decide what they want. Do they want us to believe that Blitz wants this too? Because I sincerely haven't seen evidence of it.

There is a difference between showing and telling.

You're SHOWING us that Blitz is desperate to keep what little he has afloat. You're SHOWING us a struggling father who's grasping at every little moment to keep his adopted daughter and two employees fed. You're SHOWING us a man so driven to carve out a niche for himself that he'll subject himself to being a prince's dick for hire.

You're TELLING us that he's growing feelings for Stolas. You're TELLING us he's just as wrong as Stolas is.

Blitz is wrong about MANY things, but this isn't one of them.

You're SHOWING us Stolas is constantly demeaning Blitz. You're SHOWING us he's just moping around his big fuck off castle, not putting in more than the bare minimum for his daughter. You're SHOWING us that he's a petulant toddler in a grown man's body. You're SHOWING us that Stolas has allowed Blitz and his daughter to live in abject poverty this whole time.

You TRIED to show us that he's actually got some level of feelings below all that, but you keep throwing the sincerity of that into question.

You're TELLING us that he's always held him in such high regard/value. You're TELLING us to feel bad when he's arguably worse of an asshole than Blitz.

Give us real character development. Not rushed one-liners that are often so hard to tell if they're genuine or not.

My big issue with the Helluverse in general, but ESPECIALLY Boss, is that the team is so obsessed with getting to the juicy bits that they DON'T PUT IN THE EFFORT TO GET THERE. This isn't a telenovela. This is a early 2000's drabble fic pretending to be a plot.

Your work lacks any true substance. It's EMBARRASSING. You're letting your fans do all the work for you and hardly putting forth any quality writing yourself.

You need to stop CONSTANTLY contradicting yourself.

They're both often in the wrong, that much is true. I won't ever argue that. But I am dreading how this episode is going to shit on Blitz when he was ABSOLUTELY JUSTIFIED FOR WHAT HE SAID TO STOLAS.

Okay, let's get into this crap.

Let me start by saying this. Viv and Co? If you're going to try and gaslight me, at least make it fun. Or less obvious.

Why is it bad when Blitz says he wants to earn his ticket to earth? He so SO clearly thinks this is just a test by Stolas. It's so plainly obvious that they never communicate, and why are we pretending Blitz has no right to be mad here? Sure Stolas got hurt, but how is that anything other than his own fault?

Blitz has NEVER pretended he was anything other than a booty call for Stolas. It really REALLY isn't his problem that he didn't recognize that.

"We don't do words. We do sex." There we have it folks.

You can't make me feel bad for Stolas over this. He made a deal with a man who NEEDED him to keep his company running. Why should Blitz have to grow feelings for a man that never wanted more than his body?

“Everyone just hates me for shitty reasons.” This is the line that makes Stolas look like a total dickwad. EVERYONE else (from what we know) has genuine, valid problems with Blitz. Stolas just misunderstood him and is mad that he couldn’t coerce this man into being in a relationship. Why should I feel bad that Blitz ripped into him?

You’re SHOWING me Stolas is throwing a tantrum. Then you’re TELLING me to be mad at Blitz? Fucking why? He’s RIGHT.

“I don’t look down on you!” FUCKING PROVE IT. You’ve made literally no effort outside of some throw away lines to show that he actually cares. Everything he’s after from Blitz is sex. He never gives any hints that he wants more until he explodes. He’s always baby talking him and treating him like a toy. You are SHOWING us something totally at odds with what you’re TELLING us.

Why is Stolas acting like Blitz didn’t send M’n’M to save him? Why is he acting like Blitz wasn’t literally in another ring of Hell during this? Blitz was literally doing all he could in that moment, because NEWS FLASH YOU IDIOT! He was being a good dad and taking care of his daughter! Take notes!

I’m getting very concerned that there’s no continuity editor. Because this was either an intentional misrepresentation of the truth on Stolas’ part, (which if that was the case, he’s even more of a prick.) or they just forgot their own show!

Stolas is crying about showing Blitz so much attention and time and care. WHERE? Is it between the sex and hired jobs? When are they spending quality time together? Sex. Is not. A relationship. Blitz was never putting up signals that he wanted anything more, he is not in the wrong here.

I know damn well Stolas isn’t out here asking Blitz if he feels remorse. DO YOU? I refuse to be gaslit into thinking that Stolas isn’t the problem here. Blitz is totally justified when he shouts that he doesn’t owe Stolas anything. He doesn’t. He never signed up to be in a relationship. He’s functionally just doing his job.

The mini-apology tour was actually quite fun. Especially the humans. Good job.

I’m also somewhat confused why the party was held on Earth. At first I thought it was because the others didn’t know Blitz had the crystal, so they did it in a place he couldn’t go. That would have been a pretty decent stroke of writing on their part. But then they said it was the one night any of them could go through? Why bother with Earth? It just seems kinda pointless? If I’m missing some narrative reason, feel free to let me know.

Honestly the one shining star of this episode is Verosika. She was BRILLIANT. I wasn’t anticipating how much I was going to enjoy her writing. She’s going out of her way to basically give these folks a night to let their hurt out once a year, at her own expense. She’s functionally holding a group therapy session. I really adored that nuance.

Unfortunately, it all just makes Stolas look so much worse. These people were wronged by Blitz. Deeply, truly wronged. (Though how he can cause this much damage in what, like thirty, thirty five years is a lil…weird. Unless she’s just inviting everyone he’s slept with.) Compared to them, Stolas looks like a petty ass.

I’m really not that mad at the song, but more so how she’s trying to make us feel about it. Everything Stolas is saying is more or less true. He’s the one that misinterpreted what they had. He’s the one trying to get this man who never showed any actual interest. He’s the problem. But every time you give us a moment of introspection, you then use it as fuel to try and force us to feel bad for Stolas. For once in this show’s life, can we actually let someone be mad at Stolas and not use it for a future pity party?

He is not the victim in all of this.

While Blitz is an undeniable asshole, he’s not the one that asked for this. He made a desperate deal to try and survive. Never once did he pretend to be anything outside of that. Do you seriously expect me to believe this song is what would make him go “oh no i hurt him im a meanie”?

This would GALVANIZE him. “Fuck this royal bird for pretending I’m such a bad person. Like he wasn’t playing with me like a toy.”

Why should we pretend that this apology/confession isn’t totally out of left field? The only one I wanted to say sorry to was you? He wouldn’t fucking say that! He had what, an afternoon of fake sorries and this is the one he actually wants to give? No!

It feels cheap and rushed. While the sequence is decently written (and very well acted, kudos Brandon) out of contex, it feels stupid when you look at the show as a whole. Especially when you follow it up with Stolas directly stating he just wants SOMEONE to be with. He doesn’t want Blitz. He just wants someone that isn’t obligated to be with him. So why does that have to be Blitz? Why are you forcing this relationship when you directly clarify that Stolas isn’t even after Blitz in particular?

I’m sorry but you all have ship-blinders on.

When you take them off and look at everything in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t work. And that’s okay! It’s honestly fine to let a relationship end! They can be a step on each other’s journeys and there’s nothing wrong with that. I truly don’t get why they’re pushing for this to be the end goal when there’s far more weight in letting them move on. Honestly it’d be refreshing to see them tackle it in such a way!

But that’s the problem I mentioned with Viv and Co’s writing before. They excel in drabbles. But when you try to make a show out of drabbles, it falls apart eventually. The narrative doesn’t flow. The characters are all over the place. It makes it all the more infuriating when you get moments like the balcony sequence.

Gods that started so strong. It was so SO well done.

Then you shoot it in the foot by once again trying to force this boring, broken ship down our throats. You know what Blitz needs?

SOMEONE THAT WANTS HIM FOR WHO HE IS. NOT SOMEONE THAT’S JUST LONELY AND WANTS ANYONE THAT LOOKS HIS WAY.

He deserves Fizz. Or hell, he deserves to grow as a person and learn to love himself outside of the lens of others. He shouldn’t have to keep chasing a guy he didn’t like in the first because he thinks no one else will have him.

That’s pathetic and sad. Why should we be rooting for these two? Just because Stolas felt bad that he was using Blitz’s desperation as a tool to keep fucking him? I DON’T FEEL BAD WHEN HE CLEARLY WAS EXPECTING BLITZ TO ROLL OVER AND THANK HIM FOR COMMON DECENCY. You don’t do good deeds to expect anything. Despite them TELLING us he was willing to give Blitz the crystal, come what may, that’s not what they SHOWED us.

Stolas is a total creep and I won’t be gaslit into wanting them back together. Until they actually prove to us that he can value Blitz as a PERSON and not a toy? Hard pass.

Learn how to actually write a good toxic ship and get back to me. Because for how interesting these two can be, you had the unmitigated gall to make them BORING. Christ on a bike, let Blitz be interesting in his own fucking show challenge. You can’t just write the fun bits. You gotta work for it.

[pikablob]

Trick or Treat :D

"Have a great winter, Helga and Helga's mom!"

Raven's voice echoed out over the bay, his shape dwindling against the sky, dyed purple and orange by the setting sun. Johanna wasn't quite sure what to think as she watched him go; part of her was still getting over the adrenaline rush from flying on his back, her legs still a little bit jelly, while the rest of her felt a faint twinge in her chest at the knowledge it was over. It was the way of the world to change, she knew, and Raven was Hilda's friend more than he was hers, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to miss him a little, too.

The twinge turned to a pang as she looked away, back down at her daughter; Hilda had her back to her mum, her gaze still on the horizon, as if quietly hoping her friend might still change his mind and decide to winter in Trolberg. Her own excitement seemed to have already faded entirely, shoulders down and trembling just a little, and to Johanna, she suddenly seemed very small against the sun-smeared sky.

"I'm sure he'll be back next spring," she promised softly; she knew change was always hard for her daughter, and it had already been a big year, between the move to Trolberg and everything else. Gently, she stepped closer, one hand starting to reach for Hilda's shoulder.

But Hilda's gaze turned down, and she let out a sound that sounded almost like a sniffle. "It's not just that."

"Hilda...?" Johanna felt a fresh spike of worry, her stomach suddenly churning under her sweater; there was definitely a lump in her daughter's throat.

"I..." for a moment, Hilda seemed to struggle for the words, before she swallowed, "can I ask you something, Mum? Something honest?"

"Of course you can, sweetheart," Johanna assured her briskly, despite the possiblities about where this was going spiralling in her head. Hilda's shoulders shook just a little more as she sniffled again, eyes on her boots instead of her mum.

"Why did you decide to come along today?"

Johanna blinked; there was something quiet in the girl's tone, something uncomfortable, almost accusatory, maybe, that made her stomach squirm a little more. "I just thought it might be nice," she explained quickly, hoping the half-truth would go unnoticed.

But Hilda wasn't having it. "Did you really?" she began quietly, giving her head a little, bitter shake. "Or were you worried I'd get into trouble?" One boot kicked at the beach-sand Raven had deposited them on, sending a stray pebble skittering halfway towards the sea.

Johanna couldn't help a sharp intake of breath at that, at the accusation and at the hurt, quiet but fierce, that lingered behind it. And for a moment, she didn't know what to say. Because Hilda was right; that morning, when her daughter had burst into the kitchen, announcing that Raven was going South for the winter and so giving her one last chance for a goodbye flight first, she had been worried.

Because she knew she should have trusted Raven, but the last time he'd taken her daughter, she'd ended up lost in the wilderness overnight. All that time, Johanna had been alone, with no idea where Hilda was or if she was safe or what was happening, waiting and worrying through all the awful moments, feeling anxious on top of anxious because what kind of mother would ever lose track of her child like that?

So she had been a little wary. And maybe that had been part of the reason why she'd asked to come along, just to make sure she knew what Hilda was doing, especially now; because recently, it did seem like Hilda hadn't been being fully honest with her, like there were other, similar moments like that first one, where she was being left in the dark.

There wasn't an easy way to put all of that into words, especially when Hilda seemed so hurt, but Johanna couldn't choose another white lie either. So she gave a soft, throaty sigh, and tried to explain in soft words.

"I just wanted to make sure you were safe," she admitted, finally taking that one step closer. "If I don't know where you are or what's going on, then I can't be sure you're okay."

Hilda scuffed at the sand again, sniffling, then spoke back briskly. "That didn't used to matter," she began, before suddenly whirling back, finally facing her mother; her eyes were wet with unshed tears. "When we lived in the wilderness, I only had to be back before dark. I met trolls, I rode woffs; even that's more dangerous than Raven is!"

Her head dropped, gaze falling again as those words came out, white-hot. "You... you used to trust me. I can't always tell you where I am, or what's going on, because I don't know if there's going to be a creature that needs help or someone's in danger or there's something new I need to see.

"Last week, I had to save an elf who's house ran away. Nobody else would have helped him, Mum, so I did, even though I had to go outside the wall. But I didn't know it was going to happen; I was trying to visit David but things just went wrong."

"You told me you did visit David," Johanna breathed; she'd known Hilda had been lying, even then, but she hadn't realised what was now becoming uncomfortably obvious; that that lie hadn't come easily.

"Because if I'd told you the truth, you would have been cross." Hilda sniffled again, sharply. "You were already cross with me, Mum, and if I'd told you the truth it would have made things worse." She tried to take a breath, but it came out shaky, followed by one big rush of more hurt words

"We used to live out there, but now... now I can't even go there anymore, because you get upset. I could try and avoid it, and be safe, and like other kids, but that's not who I am. And I used to think that was good, and you told me it was good, when we moved here, but it's hard to think that when you're being like this and sometimes it makes me scared that I'm all bad after all and you just... didn't want to say it."

For a long, awful moment, all Johanna's thoughts just stopped. She knew, painfully, already, that sometimes her own feelings bled too much into her daughter; they'd already been through it twice since the move, with the parade and then with Sparrow Scouts, and each time Johanna had told herself that she wouldn't let Hilda feel those awful feelings again. And yet, she could suddenly see, just how much damage her worries had done via exactly the same mechanism.

"Hilda, I..." she had to fight for the words, her own throat stinging and her insides still squirming. "I really did mean what I said before; I don't think you're bad at all; I don't think you ever could be." She knelt down on the sand, opening her arms. "I never wanted you to feel this way, to think that I don't love the parts of you that make you you."

It all seemed painfully clear now; she had let those newfound worries, about the move, about Hilda finding friends, about being a good mum, and about what might happen if her child didn't come home, all mix up and nearly ruin everything. She'd let the where and the why eclipse the most important part; the how of how her daughter was feeling.

"I love all of you, Hilda, just how you are, but you're right; I haven't been trusting you enough lately," she admitted softly; that finally got Hilda to look up, wary eyes meeting her own. "And I haven't been letting you be who you are." Her daughter took a half-step closer, not into her arms, not yet, but within reach. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Hilda breathed softly; it wasn't accusatory anymore, not bitter, just the kind of ginger curiosity that came with something hurtful.

"Because moving to Trolberg has been a big change for me too," she admitted, more realisations settling as the words came up. "I have lots of good memories of it, from when I was your age, but lots of bad memories too; it's very big, and very different, and I think we've both had to adjust." That got a soft murmur of understanding from Hilda. "I don't know all the creatures and people here, like I did in the wilderness, and you're becoming more independent now, too, and there aren't any rules I can follow for how to be a mum.

"So sometimes, I worry a bit more than I used to, and a bit more than I should. It doesn't mean you did anything wrong, sweetheart, it just means..."

"You're a mum," Hilda sniffled suddenly, finally closing the distance; feeling her heart swell, those little words welling up inside her, Johanna reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. Muffled against the front of her coat, Hilda went on softly. "You're meant to worry about me.

"Just... promise me you don't want me to be different?"

"I promise, Hilda." Johanna squeezed her tightly; in return, she felt small arms reach up, wrapping around her and returning the embrace. "I love you just the way you are, more than anything."

They stayed like that for one long moment; Hilda got the last of her sniffles out into her mum's front, and Johanna felt the tension slip from her little frame, replaced by the quiet reassurance that she was loved, and that everything was alright. That things were imperfect, because both of them were, but that didn't mean that they couldn't be mended.

They parted comfortably after a moment; haloed in the last rays of the sun, Hilda was just barely smiling, reassurance and warmth in her damp eyes.

"Thanks, Mum," she breathed softly, before glancing aside, just for a moment. "You know... it wasn't a bad thing, having you with me today. I know it's maybe not your thing but if I do know an adventure is going to happen, you could come again, too?"

Johanna couldn't help a soft snort at that; maybe it would be, to shake off those worries, and be more like Hilda again... more like herself again, really, if she was truly honest.

"You'd be surprised," she admitted fondly, reaching up to cup her daughter's cheek. "I'd be happy to come along, sweetheart, any time I can."

"Well," Hilda finished, leaning into the touch, "that's settled then."

And for both of them, it was.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

do you have any plans for the DustFern kids? your post reminded me of how tragic that family is

For the most part, they have different fates.

Let's start with litter 1: Spider and Shrew.

Spiderleg: After getting a verbal beat down via Leafpool, Spiderleg cleans up his act. He does his best to parent Rosekit and Toadkit, though getting Greencough puts a wrench into things. He and Daisy dance around each other during all of OOTS, never really knowing what to say until The Hopeless Storm. Finding an egg, Spiderleg makes a TERRIBLE scrambled egg to say sorry and that he still loves Daisy. They become mates, and he is exiled during TBC, forcibly absent during Daisy's Kin as he is recovering from an injury in Shadowclan.

Shrewpaw: SURVIVES VIA BEING PART OF THE NARRATIVE! This silly guy makes the Journey to the Sun-Drown Place and bonds with Squirrelpaw, becoming her best friend and confidant and later earning his name - Shrewfoot. He supports her in every way, never expecting to be mates with her despite his feelings. They later get together during the ending of Squirrelflight's Freedom, becoming stepfather of The Three, Sparkpelt, Alderheart, and Dandeliontuft. He survives a murder attempt during TBC and hides with Squirrelflight.

Litter 2! Larch, Holly, and Birch.

Larchkit: Larchkit is stillborn. I feel like this is a more merciful choice, as watching 2 children slowly starve to death was a brutal choice. It also is mentioned in thought by POV Brambleclaw, who is still in Thunderclan while the others are on the Journey. He never says it out loud, of course, but he thinks that, at the very least, Larchkit never once knew what being hungry was like. She is seen in Starclan by Leafpool, playing with her sister and her grandma, Brindleface.

Hollykit: Hollykit is a little gremlin child, classic Weird Little Girl. She suffers from hunger, catching a terrible chill during Dawn that Leafpaw tries desperately to treat, and fails to. Hollykit is the first paitent Leafpool failed to save, and she names Hollylwaf in her honour. She is playing together with Larchkit and their grandmother in Starclan. Also of note: Hollykit is now a brown spotted tabby.

Birchfall: Since I am vowing to start bumping off older characters at a faster rate, his wife dies after The Great Battle. His role is mostly the same up until TBC. He is so obsessed with pleasing Starclan to make sure he sees Whitewing again that he supports his old mentor Bramblefake. Knowing that Ashfur tricked him again, murdered his mother, and even used Whitewing's death against him makes him snap. He dies fighting the Imposter, getting trapped in the Dark Forest and fighting his possession harder than the other cats.

Litter 3: Fox and Ice

Foxleap: He lives! Whitewing takes his place as the cat Jayfeather couldn't save. He later mentors Pinkwillow, Jessy's daughter. He is very pro-Skyclan, and enjoys having another Clan around. Thunderclan's friend maker! He will also later be getting that name he always wanted, Foxcatcher, from Bramblefake, after he manages to kill a young fox, saving Squirrelflight's life. He almost falls for Ashfur's tricks, but he supports Squirrelflight so much that he sides with her in the end. He and Rosepetal are best friends for life.

Icecloud: The last born child of Ferncloud and Dustpelt is not interested in Lionblaze aside from being friends with him (that was a weird author statement anyways) and instead becomes another "this cat is a great mentor" cat. She teaches Snowbush and later on gets to mentor Mottlepool, Jessy's son. She is skilled at Camp Keeping, and the biggest lover of raspberries, despite how disturbing they make her look when she eats them.

[trippygalaxy]

🐉))

Band au twilight x mom reader with child boy

Twilight watch the band perform on stage and keep a eye out in case the fans get too crazy. But he see his gf with her son in the vip room and see them wave that twilight wave back with a smile glad to see that they both make it. Twilight hope tonight show runs smoothly since he have a surprise for his gf that he's been with for nearly two years and few months now but in the crowded people he see something he thought he'll never see again or it's the trick of the lights til the show end and the lights lit up the room and he seee.......Minda .

The band are talking about tonight show went great and talking about what to do next but twilight couldn't really think or say much since he just seen Minda and seen his phone have miss texts from her too wanted to met up and talk... but he doesn't know on how to feel about this or what to do since he have a full relationship with his gf now and a father figure *but treats the boy as his own son* so he's mix til he hear the band greet his gf and her son .

Warrior: Heya buddy, did you like the show?

Boy: yeah! You all are amazing!

Legend: heh, we did amazing wait for next week-

Gf: have anyone seen twilight?

Twilight put his phone away and not think about the situation he's in since now he need to be with everyone and maybe ask time,malon about this since they know of his past relationship so he step in the room to greet everyone and act like nothing happened.

Once back in the hotel twilight seek time and malon to have a private conversation about what happened and once he tell them, time arms crossed yet listen to his son speak and malon nod til he's done talking.

Time: well twilight, it's your choice on what you want to do but you should let your gf know or Minda will find out.

Malon: yes I would like to know why Minda appear now after the...*incident * but your gf knows?-

Twilight: no she doesn't know Minda or our....relationship but what if she came to apologize?

Malon & time share a look to each other that twilight sign to himself.

Twilight: I should probably tell her first before the situation get worse..

Malon: agree but I wish you luck my son.

Twilight nod and get up to go to the hotel room that his gf and her son are staying in. He's going to be open on talking about his past and his past relationship with Minda, he's not going to close off like before. He wants to be happy than miserable...

Twilight reach her hotel door and carefully knock on the door took a few seconds til his gf open the door.

Gf: hey twilight,sorry for not answering just put my son to bed.

Twilight: it's okay. I wanted to talk to you if your okay with it?

She nod and let twilight in so the two can talk and twilight start talking and mom gf listening to him explain what happened, how he feeling .

Twilight: she ask me to talk with her.....I didn't reply but I don't want to....give you the idea that I have feelings for her cause I don't. I don't want to lose you or the little buddy...I love you..I dont-

Gf gently place her hands on twilight shaking hands to comfort him and smooth him.

Gf: thank you for telling me twilight, I love you too even my son loves you. If you want I'll come with you to met with Minda?

[avmaus6666]

traumatic death

Type: Red's traumatic backstory

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One peaceful day, green and purple was visiting the orchid. Surprisingly, red wants to come with them and they're agreed. At the place, purple puts a blue orchid at his mom's grave as he says something and green pats him.

Green: oh, hey red! Wanna said something to auntie orchid- ...who's that grave you visit?

Red: (realizes) o-oh, this grave? I-It's my dad and sister's grave...

Green: wait, you also have a family, like purple?

Red: ...ask blue for that...

Green was confused and wondered why Red said he needs to ask blue, who was having a fever at that time. After visiting purple's mom, Green goes to blue's room and knocking the door.

Green: blue, are you there?

Blue: yeah, I'm here! Come here!

Green opened the door and looked at Blue awkwardly. At first, Blue didn't see why, until...

Green: let me guess, your fever is starting to high up again?

Blue: oh, uhh... Right...

Green (sighed): Blue, you shouldn't have to force yourself... You know too, that you're still sick.

Blue: uhh, I'll try... Oh, what makes you come here?

Green was thinking about the earlier before he looked at the blue, who was waiting for his response.

Green: do you know that Red has a family?

Blue: oh, yes I do... Why?

Green: her dad and sister...are dead, weren't they?

Blue: mhmm, but I could say that it was traumatising her...

Green: what do you mean?

Blue: mind if I told you her backstory? From her traumatic experiences until she meets me?

Green: Sure, I do like to...

Blue: here we up, boy...

Flashback:

4 kids were playing around at the playground, while their parents looked at them smiling at them. One of them was to assure named Red was playing with her sibling when her big sister, wine was tricking her around with her precious sister, Midnight.

Red: sister!

Wine: hahaha hahaha!

Midnight: that's not funny, sis!

Wine: c'mon it was fun, little sisters!!

Plum (Red's father): ok, kids! Time to go home!

???: dad, please... One more minute, please!

Red berry (Red's mother): winger, one minute can be one hour...

Winger: fine...

At home, at midnight:

Doooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!

Red couldn't sleep because she hears something louder. She was getting up to see what happens then stopped in shock. There are a body of plum and midnight who were covered with blood.

But sadly, She didn't notice the other was checked out and gasped. Red was turned around, and widened, knowing the reason why they staring at her. Redberry walked toward Red and then...

Plaaaaaakkkkk!!!!

Red touched her chin, shocked that her mom slapped her daughter. Her sibling then helps to carry plum and Midnight and cleans the blood.

Since that day, Red's family now treat her badly. There's more yelling, anger, punishment, and screaming always echoing from the house, until Red decided to run away from home.

However, the misunderstanding case was spreading quickly so everyone always bullying and torturing her. Police also searched for her, so she decided to stay at the dumpster's place. But the bullying and torture kept going, until...

3 people were bullying and torturing Red until someone was seeing this and fought those 3 people. Red was just looking at that guy amazed and noticed that guy approaching her then backed away.

???: hey, relax! I'm not a bad guy...

Red: w-who are you?

???: I'm blue, then you?

Red: R-Red... I'm Red...

Blue: you don't have a home, do you? What about you following me?

Red: can I?

Blue: of course, now come on!

Since that day, Red and Blue were best friends and faced hard and easy challenges.

Back to the present:

Green was widened, never knowing that Red is also an abandoned, child. Green can't hold his tears as Blue notices that and then smiles.

Blue: don't force yourself, green...

Green: I never know that Red has been misunderstood by her family! Poor that girl...

Blue: so, you'll promise that you won't fall into the false trust?

Green: I'll try, Blue...

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[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another Life: Chapter 5

The hopeful departure was over in about 5 minutes.

Because my body was more weakened than I thought, and that was about as far as I could walk.

To my shame, I am now being carried to the inn with one arm by my master.

I want to cry.

It was my first time seeing a town in another world, but I was so ashamed that I couldn't take it in.

Even though I'm making my debut as a slave.

Even though it was a shiny new start.

I wasn't supposed to be treated so lightly.

"Hey, don't be so down. When we get back to the inn, we'll take a bath, get some healing, eat, and go to bed. I'll have you working hard starting tomorrow."

"……Can I really be of use to my master?"

"You can. It's okay."

He patted me on the back.

My master is kind.

There are a lot of people around, but when we talk like this, whispering close to each other's faces, I can talk normally. I'm not used to talking, so I'm a little tongue-tied, but I guess it's okay for my age.

Once I was calmed down, I finally had the time to look around.

Looking back over my master's shoulder as he walked slowly, I saw tents and wooden crates filled with fruits and vegetables receding into the distance.

It looked like a market.

It had a chaotic atmosphere, similar to the Middle East or Asia. I don't remember ever going there, but I think that's what it's like.

Maybe it's quite a big city.

I wonder what the name of this city is.

That's when I realized a serious problem.

"Master, what is your name?"

"Ah…"

As I thought, he had forgotten.

Maybe because a name wasn't necessary for the contract, and the slave trader didn't mention it either.

It seems like my master's name was written on the documents, but what about my name? Was that thumbprint-like thing supposed to be my name?

"My name is Hulk. What's yours?"

"I don't have a name."

"You don't have one…"

I don't.

No one ever called me by a name, and I can't remember, so maybe I never had one in the first place. I can't even remember my name from when I was in Japan.

My master stopped for a moment and pondered.

"Hmm, then I'll give you a name. Let's see…hmm…"

My master started walking again, and the scenery flowed by. I thought the hustle and bustle, mixed with a sense of excitement, wasn't bad.

"…Your name is Owl. I took it from a warrior I respect."

"Owl…"

From today on, I became Owl.

I have a name. I'm happy.

After all, it is only when a person is recognized as an individual that they gain dignity. I have become a human being.

It's shining. The world is shining.

Seeing me so happy, my master also seemed satisfied.

As we walked further, the atmosphere of the market changed. It seemed that there were more food stalls.

Since it was lunchtime, there were more people trying to get customers.

A young woman approached us with delicious-smelling skewers in her hand.

"Hey, mister over there! Huh? Are you father and son? Hey, dad! How about some skewers!"

"D-dad…"

The young woman shamelessly advertised to my master, who was taken aback. I was about to give in to the good smell and her enthusiasm.

As expected, my master is really weak to pressure. I bet he'll be tricked into buying all sorts of things. Like slaves.

I patted my useless master on the cheek to bring him back to his senses.

"…You're broke," I whispered, and my master, startled, said, "My bad," and turned down the offer.

After that, I tried my best not to succumb to the temptations of the stalls. I would have liked to try the food from the stalls in this world, but I can't spend money I don't have.

"Damn, this road is making me hungry. Let's go eat at the inn soon."

"…Then why are you walking so slowly?"

"Because if you run through the middle of the city with a child in your arms, you'll look like a kidnapper."

"That's true…"

He's a bit clumsy, but he seems to be thinking straight. I guess it's okay that he chose this path.

"Is the food at the inn good?"

"Who knows? There's a lot going on, and I've only stayed there for one night. Besides, there's someone in our party who's really picky about food…so I doubt I'll ever get to eat the inn's food."

"Who else is there?"

"There's…let's see, the leader, the one who is good at healing, the one who is good at magic, the dismantler, the shield guy, and the long sword guy."

"So there are 7 others besides you, master?"

"No, there are 4."

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

He looked at me with a face that seemed to say, "Did I say something strange?" Is it that one of the 4 people has multiple characteristics? Is this a narrative trick?

Conversation is difficult.

"You…no, never mind."

"What is it?"

"No, the place you were at before was terrible. My place is full of adult men, but will that be okay?"

“I think it’s okay.”

My master was okay, so I can probably go.

I don't think he smoked any illegal powder either.

"At my previous place, people from the neighboring country would smoke some strange powder and they would get irritated and take their anger out on us, but you guys don't smoke, do you? So I think it's okay."

"Oh, who's smoking such a strange powder? Is it a strange powder?"

The flowing scenery suddenly stopped.

“Wait a minute. Is that the Chamber of Commerce? Yesterday there was a big raid and everyone was taken to the capital, right? Is that why the slaves were so cheap… Wait, powder…? No way… !”

Wow, my perspective suddenly dropped. My master crouched down in the middle of traffic, still holding me.

"……We came to this city to investigate the distribution of that 'powder'."

Seriously?

[clubsmarties]

That sounded a little like it was a challenge though he didn't say much further on it. "Cold." Wally murmured but still chuckled. Liz could be a bit unpredictable at times but it also made her vastly different than everyone else. It was fun for him in a way. "Though alright. Fine. I guess I'll save the really fun things for normal operating hours." He made a head notion like he believed her and whispered a soft sure.

"Now it is," he replied as his eyes caught sight of her for a brief moment. "Back then not so much. But we lived, we learned and we moved forward. If I could convince her to leave Baton Rouge I would. Actually been trying to for almost a decade to no avail." His mother was a woman who was stubborn and who didn't like change no matter how good it was for her.

He chuckled and shook his head. "That's where I draw the line. Storms are not fun. Also, we don't waterboard," he said that with a slight twinge of mischief in his voice. He'd heard rumblings in the dark alley of the departments but never did he see it. It was hearsay to him. Not something he would give credence to. "Horses aren't scary if that is what you're getting at. I mean yes, if they throw you off but that doesn't happen all too often." He had refrained from telling her about his broken shoulder at the age of eleven. She didn't need to know that. Not if he wanted her to come down with him and pet them. "Can start you off slow with a pony."

He hummed. "I wasn't kidding about that. She had that texted to me." Wally smiled at the memory given how he had just finished surveillance when that text came in on his home phone and had read the list himself. "I think so. I'm sure there are others out there with a more troubled past but," he sighed and shrugged. "I can only speak on my own life but the past wasn't easy. I get that on the outside, what's there to cry about you know. Rich kid, had a home, food whatever. But no one saw that we were a family separated. Deadbeat and abusive dad. Not everything is like the movies. We bled just to make sure we were alive. Truly, Annie got one thing right. I don't know want someone who has a blank slate. I don't want to be their charity case in trying to fix whatever they didn't break. Nor do I want pity. Not someone who looks at me and just sees fragments of broken pieces they think they can fix." Wally released a sigh. "My sisters found good guys to lean on. I guess I've always been single just because bringing those walls is a lot harder when no one really understands."

"She'd beg to differ. She can and will fight you on this." Annie was a great debater, sometimes a little scarily so. "I think it was fate or a combination of it that brought us to the same middle." Wally nodded solemnly. "I hope I didn't overstep with that. I know death isn't easy to grasp as a child let alone an adult. But that was something I heard growing up and it stuck with me." As he listened he understood the place was special to her. More so than she let on. Taking one look at her as she talked he couldn't help but smile. "I get it." he squeezed her hand and let it go. "It's like you have a tradition without calling it that. It makes it special to you. Is it the only time you feel safe to revert back to the memories?"

Wally rolled his eyes dramatically and smirked. "You have my word." The words echoed in his head as he thought them over. It was a fair assessment from him that she didn't like to be seen or bothered. She had that wall he had seen countless times but still somehow she had let him in, little by little until they got here. Planning their week ahead together. "I think that makes you human. Who even likes everyone all the time or themselves?" A curious question he wondered what her answer would be. "Island version of trick or treating. Adult style. Old warehouse that isn't condemned by the way," he added knowing that that would be where most people's heads would go. "Go to on Halloween week to hang out, listen to music and have some fun. There are mazes that people jump out at you and scare. I think one year someone punched a performer. Heard it through the grapevine when one of my co workers came into the office with a black eye."

"Why," he dragged it out. "Would I lie to you? Maroon has always been my favorite color. I'd have remembered if you said it was your favorite color too." There wasn't much he didn't remember when it came to her. "Why would I be pulling your chain?" he asked confused. "Sure, you've seen mostly my suits and that grey one I have but I do have colors in my closet. You're bossy I like it." he smirked and relented. "Okay, fine. But next slumber party you are sleeping in your own bed. I don't want you to argue it." Coffee did sound so good though so he merely nodded to let her know he was game. After closing the door and hopping into the driver side he turned to her again confusion coloring his features. "I've been called weird before over liking such a bright color."

"Oh, you have no idea what I am capable of. " She laughed in response mostly because it was true. He didn't know her, not really. "I'd hold off just to prove a point. Keep pushing it and I might just change my number while you're gone." She wouldn't, neither would she ignore the messages or calls at any hour, she had come to look forward to the talks of cases and questions. They helped her not be stuck in her mind for long, the messages always seemed to come when she needed them the most. Shrugging, she simply said. "Don't get used to it, pal. Admitting things is not in my repertoire, this is a one-time thing only, just because you brought me here."

As she listened to his story, she couldn't help but smile. He always had the best stories and she liked to soak them up like a sponge. Greedily taking in his stories about his family and adventures. After all that talk back in the restaurant she had assumed, as he said, that Hawaii would be his answer and glad that she had been wrong, chuckling at his stupidly rich kid comment.

Peeling her eyes away from the night sky before them that began to blur in the distance into the ocean, to watch his face as he told her this memory. Something about it felt like a moment in time that would not be forgotten, one that meant a lot to him. There were many times that Wally had mentioned the matriarch of his family, a woman that made an ache in Elizabeth open but at the same time made her envious. "That sounds nice." The words were soft and almost carried away with the wind.

"Oh, there you go again." She shook her head turning her attention back out to the view before them. "First caves, then horses. What's next? You going to waterboard me into liking storms?" The soft motions of his fingers on her hand was so foreign but calming for some reason, a little voice in the back of her head told her to put her hand back in her pocket, to stop, but there was a need for the warmth his hand gave her that couldn't be denied. "I'll do the horse thing but I'll have to think about the cave thing."

The fact that he had to pull his phone out for this list of qualities that the person he was looking for made her laugh. "There's a literal list." Pulling away from him a bit to sit up against the wall while he read it off, she began to commit those things to mind as well. Maybe finding him someone to date would give her break from him. While she liked spending time with him and having a friend while she was around, the possibility of becoming attached to a new friend was also something she did not want to do. "Wow," the last statement threw her for a loop. "That's," she tried to find the right words. In all her time listening to what people wanted this was very different from what she would usually hear. "Interesting. Broken person? Do you think you're broken?"

Her eyebrow quirked up at the blank after, something was there but seeing as he always seemed to share willingly without being asked, she wasn't going to pry to one thing he seemed to want to keep to himself. "Ah, so I should lay blame your job and your niece for sticking you into my life then, not fate. No such thing."

"Well, I don't know if you know but," she sighed. "Its more of a personal thing. I know you know about my dad, Orion told me what you guys talked about at the center during Easter. Thanks by the way, for what you said, it helped him, he asks to go see the tall trees all the time now, much to my friends annoyance. He doesn't quite understand that he can't just get on a plane anytime he wants to go from coast to coast." It made her chuckle. "I just like to go during my birthday because that's where I was born and he grew up and I don't know it just feels like a personal thing. I don't like to go any other time. It's a ritual of sorts I guess. I go there and then to India for Diwali and then," she stopped short of saying home because she didn't have one. She usually just went back to New York because that was were her friends were. And as much as she liked being there, it wasn't home. "Back to New York."

Over her shoulder as she made her way down she called back in a sing song like tone. "There better not be!" At the promise of no caves. As much as she would put up a front, the thought of a week of new things to do was exciting. The fact that it would be with Wally added to it, he was nice and there was no rouse, she wasn't someone else she just was, which was nice. "I don't need patience, I just need to be left alone." She argued, but not angrily, just said matter of factly. "I don't like people, which I get is weird since I am one and have to deal with them everyone. But even on most days I don't like myself either, so its neither here nor there. Everyone is too complicated and have so many motives and most days I don't even have the patience for the toaster to toast my bread." Nor did she want to open up, she refused. She'd rather die first than open up the wounds that she hid from people. "Hallo hunt? What's that?"

As he opened the door, she stopped a couple of feet short and crossed her arms. "You're lying, right?" Her eyebrows were quirked in skepticism. "I mentioned I like maroon before, haven't I? That's how you knew to give me this one. You're just yanking my chain, right? This isn't your favorite color too." Closing the distance, she stood just between the door and seat, waiting for him to tell her that it was a lie, that he was just playing around and knew that she liked that color. Rolling her eyes, she added. "Don't argue with me. Just take the bed. You can sleep in late a bit, I'll sleep in the living room on the couch. Like I said, they're going to be in early, that way I don't wake you on my way down. It's not a big day, I've done this before a lot, I know how the Holden's work and what they need, so I'll be fine. I'll make coffee too before I head down so when you wake up you can have some before heading out. " She sat down and smiled at him. "You're welcome, and thank you for bringing me here. And dinner! That was nice."

[jaynahh]

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Scaramouche and Child!Reader

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Purely platonic. Reblogs appreciated.

Scaramouche didn't care for Halloween. The only reason why he was sighing and staring at his costume in the mirror right now was because the 12th fatui harbinger bribed him into it.

Both harbingers made it to the city. "Well, I'm going. You better not run away." Childe disappeared into the city.

Getting blackmailed was worse. Scaramouche was pushed outside to go to Inazuma city. "For what reason?" Scaramouche almost whined. "Oh come on, Balladeer." Childe was careful not to ruin his own costume. "You need to stop acting so grumpy. Today's a holiday! Just relax and go up to people's doors and ask for candy."

Scaramouche squinted, blinded by the bright Halloween themed lights in contrast to the dark night.

He resisted scratching his neck, which felt tingly due to the sloppy green paint. A sigh fell from his lips as he reluctanty started making his way through the crowds, knowing that Childe wouldn't let him off the hook if he ditched Halloween.

Halloween was pretty boring so far... Until Scaramouche felt a stare. It seemed like an innocent stare, so he tried to ignore it. It was hard when the presence kept getting closer.

"Hey, mister..?" It was a child. Scaramouche stared down at you. "Are you a real zombie?" He was hesitant to answer, not knowing how to deal with kids. After a few moments he slowly nodded.

"Oh, it is a real zombie!" You tried to contain your excitement, looking up at the zombie in awe. "I heard that zombies don't talk, so I know you're telling the truth." Welp, guess he's not allowed to speak anymore.

Scaramouche internally sighed. He knew full well that you definitely wouldn't leave him anytime soon.

You told him to follow you so you could "help him trick–or–treat." Rambling mindlessly to him, you noticed he was only walking behind you. You came to a halt, and so did he.

"Oh I remember, zombies walk slow." In truth, Scaramouche didn't trust you enough to walk beside you. "Well, 's okay. I can help." You stumbled on your words innocently as you took his hand in your smaller one. The zombie had no choice, now walking beside you, hand tense.

"Look!" You pulled out your candy bag. "'s a lot of candy!" Hearing your little giggle, Scaramouche couldn't stay mad at you for long.

After knocking on a few doors to ask for candy, the harbinger got used to you dragging him around. When you were done trick–or–treating, you sat Scaramouche down at a restaurant.

"Hello! Would you like to order anything?" A waiter came up to you two. "Uhh, water! 'Cause it can get rid of cavities, right?" You looked at the waiter, the zombie, and back. "Of course! Anything for you, sir?" Scaramouche closed his mouth as soon as he opened it. He shook his head no.

When the waiter left, you suddenly went quiet to enjoy your candy. You offered your new zombie friend one, and Scaramouche surprisingly accepted the candy. You looked up at the stars. "Ou wait. I think I gotta go home now," you pouted.

"...Are we friends now?" You faced Scaramouche. He thought for a moment. Well, if it would make you–a child who was kind towards him–happy... He nodded his head.

You smiled. "Yay! Now I know we will see each other again!" You jumped off your chair, holding your bag of candy. "Bye mister!" The zombie slowly waved goodbye, watching as you ran back to where you came from.

The harbinger was dumbfounded, staring at his hands and thinking about everything that happened. Soon after, the same waiter gave him a glass of water. Scaramouche didn't touch the glass, only stared at it.

"Oh? What do we have here?" Tartaglia greeted the zombie and took a seat on the chair you used. "I saw everything. But, you probably already know that." The ginger laughed softly. "I truly didn't expect the almighty Balladeer to go soft for a child."

Scaramouche glared at the taller male. Childe raised his hands in defense. "Alright, alright... I'll get to the point." Scaramouche let out a little "hmph" and rest his head on his hand.

"You know, I actually know the kid you were hanging out with." The Balladeer raised his brow, side glaring Tartaglia. "Their past is sort of tragic, but I won't get into full detail."

Childe rest his head on his hand aswell, getting a better look at his fellow harbinger. He hesitated to continue. "You know, Scaramouche... I've never actually seen the kid happy. I've never even seen them smile. But, tonight was..."

Scaramouche stared at the glass once again, remembering the way you often smiled up at him. "Ah, but you get my point already. Anyway, there are kids waiting for me to trick–or–treat with them. See you at work tomorrow." And just like that, Tartaglia disappeared into the city once again.

The Balladeer stared at his hand that was painted green, turning it around to observe his palm. He could see some of the paint has been messily wiped off, like another person's hand was holding his.

He used the same hand to drink the glass of water before calling it a day and heading home.