#but what actions they specifically *took* are different because they grew up differently

[crowbasils]

havign cactiflorwer thgouhtrs……..

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 7

Ch 8 is done, working on Ch9 so here is ch7! Enjoy and check the end notes for a bit of explanation(?) 🫠

The action is starting soon- I'm buzzing with the need to finally get into the Viltrumite plot but it still will take a bit, haste spoils the work, and all that.

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In the week that it took to get all documents done and over with, you and the Graysons grew closer and closer, specifically you and your brother, both of you seemed to sink your claws into each other, acting more like twins in sync than an older and younger sibling duo.

If Mark wanted to go somewhere and Nolan wasn’t around. You’d fly him there, if you wanted something and were too shy or nervous to ask his parents for it, he’d ask for it and give it to you later. And, while you both had bedrooms, every other night there was a sleepover in the others one room, always ending up with you two sleeping under a pillow fort, being kids, having fun.

You loved Debbie, and Nolan was okay even when he was clingy and talking nonsense about training you to conquer words. You were quite sure he was joking, the face he made right after saying things like that reassured you that wasn’t quite what he wanted to say- or it wasn’t how he felt anymore.

It was easy to see that you preferred Debbie, no matter how much Nolan tried to spend time with you, or how close you were to Mark, your priority was always Debbie. You weren’t calling her mom, it felt too soon for you, you weren’t ready, but you were a mama’s girl. You were the first to greet her, the first to offer to help her cook and clean, the first to go shopping with her, even the first to shyly ask her to paint your nails or to just spend time together.

It was so long since you went physically into a shop, even after leaving the Waynes you stuck to online shopping, and the first time you did it was with Debra, your hand shaking in hers as you stuck close to her, quieter than usual. The traffic of the store clearly made you nervous, so the woman made sure to always have a reassuring hand on you if she couldn’t hold your hand. With time you didn’t need to hold onto her anymore. Debbie almost cried when she realized that soon you wouldn’t need her at all.

And then the discussion of school came up. You could have lied, told them that you haven’t gone to school since your mom died- but you didn’t want to be like Bruce, all secrets and lies, you were already keeping quite the secret by not telling them about who your biological father is. So, you told them everything about you skipping grades, showing the diplomas and online school you’ve still worked on.

Neither of the adults seemed happy about you being stuck with online class, and honestly, neither were you. When your question about maybe joining the same grade as Markus, to keep close to him and meet other children your age, seemed to make both as happy as you were when they approved.

Now, it was easy to get you in, you even met William, Mark’s friend, but keeping yourself from correcting the teachers was another thing. You understood to a degree that the curriculum was different, that you were still kids and maybe learning about genocides wasn’t ideal- but when so many of your peers are willing to throw slurs left and right like 4Chan degenerates you were sure they could take the reality of what actually happened in history.  

Then the math teacher accused you of having an answer book, of cheating, of using a calculator when you were told not to- you may have snapped and yelled at him to give you an equation, any equation that was taught in the older grades, and if you could complete it in front of everyone, on the board, he’ll have to shut up about you.

That’s how you ended up seeing the principal, not because of your outburst, but because the teacher decided you were wasting your potential sitting around with the others when you could be in a grade that fulfilled your needs and developed you further. The principal agreed, and he was tired of the other teachers complaining, so you and your guardians were given an option of either taking a test to assess what grade you should be put in- or expulsion due to the many complaints against you.

You took the test. That way you could at least still be in the same building as Mark, and could still socialize, even if the idea of the older kids made you anxious- the high school themed movies didn’t help your expectations. The girls that you hung around in your new class, however, were quite nice, saw you as a little sister, including you in their study sessions and girl talk, braiding your hair. The boys mostly ignored you, and in return you ignored them. It was nice.

Debbie always worried about the older kids, and while Nolan did too, he was more enthusiastic about you being in school for one year instead of the other 4 or 5, after all, surely, you’ll want to help dad with hero work instead of going to college… Right?... Well, no. Your sight was set on the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, their art programs making you go rabid with need- so many options, so many possibilities, you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to apply for. If you had eternity on your side, you’d apply for all of them, not like Bruce will need the money.

The year you spent at school, actually at school, was as fun as it was exhausting. You never realized how much energy it takes to wake up at a specific hour every day, to socialize, to take tests with about 30 other students- It sometimes overstimulated you, making you miss online schooling to a degree. Still, you found solace in your visual arts class.

The teacher loved you, not many other students were that interested in drawing, let alone actually learning and painting on canvases. So, you coming in with sheets of paper as tall as you were, with paints and canvases, with charcoal and markers- oh she could almost cry of happiness. She wasn’t a mean teacher, or eccentric like in the movies, but she wasn’t a pushover either. If you wanted a grade in her classroom, you had better have something to show for it, and you had plenty.

While the others had a theme to follow due to them not taking the class for love of the arts but because they thought it would be easy work, she gave you freedom, so you took it. Your first drawings were of Lady Gotham, racking your brain to remember the stories the kids told you every night of her, not wanting to forget them or where you came from. Your teacher didn’t comment on the small figures you sometimes added sitting on her shoulder.

While you stuck to painting her statue in classes, your sketchbook was full of the many variants of her, everyone seemed to see a loved one in her face, but the only common thing was the long hair tied into a nice Edwardian or Victorian crown-bun, and her dark grey, fancy dress and pale, clawed hands.

If you were to ask the teacher which one was her favorite, she’d say it was your depiction of Death in the first painting you did in her class. It also depicted Morpheus, both of them standing over a bundled-up child trying to find some warmth in the corner of an alley as the God-like entities melted with the shadows, though the one of Persephone lounging with Cerberus and Hades was a close second. To her it was poetic, to you, it was a reality you didn’t want to duel on for any longer.

Time has never flown this fast for you, it was like you blinked and the year was over, finals and graduation looming close. You’ve grown closer to the Graysons, slipped once or twice and even called Debbie “mom”, got quite comfortable being close to Nolan, fell asleep on him a few times as he made for a nice furnace after training, and you and Mark were as inseparable as ever.

This was everything you wanted, more than you could ever dream of. Your eyes sparkled in tempo with the shines of the stars as you lied on your back on the roof. You missed your friends in Gotham, there will always be love for them in your heart- but this isn’t something you’ll be willing to give up without a fight, not when you were getting more and more powerful with each month.

Your hands moved in a similar manner to Atom Eve’s over your day clothes while you got up, making them shine a bright neon green, the color diming down and revealing pajamas once you set foot back in your bedroom.

You’ve learned- you know better now. You’re more than willing to eliminate any threat before they get the chance to do so, to take another loved one from you.

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Notes: The green color of her powers is more a nod to the Lazarus water, it can be easily changed in y'alls mind but I think it's an important tiny detail. The reader's powers developed, but she still uses other's heroes moves to use them. And Nolan's training and words have felt a mark on batsis.

Hope I'm not forgetting anything else- 😬

[mistydeyes]

141 boys and your oddly specific hobby

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summary: Most people have hobbies like drawing or bird watching, however, yours are more unique. Regardless of your odd interests, the 141 still loves you, their quirky significant other!

pairing: 141 x gn!Reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: By popular vote, this won so please enjoy :)

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Price - matchbook collecting

When you first met Price, it was when you both dipped your hands into the matchbook jar. The jar sat at the host stand of a dive bar and you both happened to go for it at the same time. Although, you two had different motives. Him, because he forgot his lighter, and you, because you wanted to add something else to your collection. He wouldn’t pass up on a pretty face who he presumed also smoked, so he invited you for a light. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were just a collector so you joined him outside.

What started as a quick smoke ended up being two hours of witty conversation. As your pleasantries turned into various topics and ramblings, you were glad you finished the cigar quickly, trying to emulate the mature man’s actions. He vaguely talked about his occupation, a high-ranking military man, and you talked about your non-comparable, boring civilian life. However as the late night hours slowly approached, you wrote your number on his matchbook and thanked him for the cigar and friendly chat.

On your next date, you revealed your odd hobby to Price. “I’ve been collecting them as a child. It’s like collecting snow globes from different destinations but much easier to display and transport,” you said as you both leisurely sipped your drinks. “And to think I thought you were out for a smoke, good thing I left my lighter that day, Love” he replied and gave you a subtle wink. You eventually showed him pictures of your growing collection, recounting where each one was from and showing him some of your favorites.

Soon everywhere he went, Price noticed the unique matchbooks. It started with pocketing a matchbox while he was in Amsterdam and grew slowly. Soon he would start a collection of his own, bringing them home to you with a story of where they each came from. After what seemed like 30 matchbooks in Price's collection, the 141 took notice. “Captain, you some pyromaniac or something,” Soap joked. “Just for my partner, weird collection of there’s” Price responded and no one questioned him further. Although, he still keeps the matchbook that has your number on it in his collection.

Soap - soap making

“You’re never gonna believe me, but I make soap as a side business.” Soap thought it was a joke at first, something to make him laugh when you first met. But when he entered your flat, he was shocked at how honest you were. Your walls were filled with shelves lined with every scent known to man along with hundreds of designed soaps. It smelled like a Lush store when he walked in and he marveled at your creations.

You watched him bask in the glory of the soap for a moment as you laughed heartily. "I told you so," you said as he went about sniffing each one and examining them. You organized them by scent and interrupted him as he approached the floral section. "Having fun there, Johnny?" you asked and he looked up at you as he held one of your rose-scented creations in his hand. "Can't believe this," he said and you smiled as he continued. Eventually, after he had smelt every single bar, you took him into a room where you were working on some new items for your fall collection.

"You have more!" he gasped and went to examine the bars of soap in their molds. "My Autumn collection," you said proudly, "here come smell this one." You led him to a table that housed an orange-hued soap slab with leaves delicately placed throughout the hardened bar. He held the slab in one hand and placed it up to his nose. His eyes lit up as a mix of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin filled his nostrils. "Smells like a pie," he joked and you showed him various others.

For his return from deployment, you had a surprise. You had spent weeks perfecting this formula and finally were satisfied. As you walked to his flat, you gently tugged on the striped ribbon that tied the parcel together. When he opened the door, he noticed the box in your hands and ushered you in. He excitedly tugged the ribbon off the box and opened it. He gasped when he saw two bars in the colors of the Scottish flag lying on a pile of recycled confetti. "What's this?" he asked and you motioned for him to turn the bars over and smell them. As his calloused hands turned the soft bar over, he noticed the packaging said "The Scotsman." He smiled widely as he placed them both up to his nose, taking in the smells of rain and pine. You swear you could see him tear up when he said, "Reminds me of my own home."

After this, he insisted you mass produce these bars of soap for his friends. You sheepishly did so and when you presented it to the other 141, Gaz loudly remarked, "He's finally done it, Soap is now a bar of soap." 

Gaz - raising butterflies

He had heard about people having pets—even raising chickens but never butterflies. Your house was a sanctuary, filled with small enclosures of cocoons along with various flowers for your butterflies to suck nectar from. When he entered your house, it was like that scene where Alice first sees all the flowers in Wonderland. He felt like a child, seeing all the gorgeous wings floating around the room. He saw a delicately monarch land on a peony and approached it quietly.

"Here hold out your finger like this," you said and showed him how to stand gently and hold out his pointer finger. As he followed your actions, the butterfly gently landed on him. He looked in awe at the insect and you stealthily took a picture of him. The rest of the afternoon, you described to him what flowers butterflies like best and the lengthy process of tending to them before they reached metamorphosis.

Whenever Gaz was on deployment, he would always visit to relax in the butterfly sanctuary. He loved watching as you tended to the flowers and gently fed the butterflies sugar water. Even when he was on a mission, he would be sure to ask about some of his favorite butterflies, even going so far as to name them. "How's my girl, Cressia, doing?" he asked over FaceTime as you walked to find the Great spangled fritillary amongst the zinnias. "Here she is!" you exclaimed and pointed the camera at Cressia, a gorgeous butterfly with golden yellow wings. You could hear someone snicker in the background but Kyle didn't care as he continued to take screenshot after screenshot.

For your first anniversary, Kyle was unfortunately deployed and couldn't celebrate with you. This didn't stop him from showering you with gifts. As you sat in the conservatory, you could hear the doorbell ring. You emerged to find the postman holding two boxes for you, one smaller than the other. You took them inside as you delicately opened up the larger package. Inside, was a note describing the care for 23 painted butterflies along with rows of small cocoons. You smiled as you read the instructions and went to place the new members into their homes. After you got them settled, you opened the small box to reveal a necklace with a small butterfly charm carved from a pearl. A note inside read, "Happy anniversary, now you can carry a butterfly with you anywhere you go."

Ghost - bookbinding

When you first invited Simon over he was quick to notice your many bookshelves all lined with books of the same aesthetic. He knew some of these were Penguin clothbound Classics but was certain they hadn't bound The Hunger Games in their unique cover. As he held The Harry Potter novels and My Year of Rest and Relaxation in his hands, he silently contemplated if he had missed a few years and these were published classics. You came into the library with two glasses and laughed at his bewildered gaze. "You discovered my little hobby, Simon," you joked and offered him a glass. As he sipped on The Paper Plane cocktail, you recounted how you would spend your free time rebinding books that didn't match your aesthetic. "It took me a while but having a matching library like this one is worth it," you said and waved your arm to the rows of books, all with a unifying factor.

As you entered into a long-term relationship, it was clear Simon loved your hobby and indulged in it. Every time he visited, he insisted on bringing you the few books he owned to create Penguin Classic-like covers. From military manuals to a vintage copy of The Art of War, you quickly rebound them and presented him with his new book. He even told you that some of his colleagues had complimented your handiwork. You always blushed in response, citing your eye for design as the cause of all the madness.

Eventually, Simon gifted you with the paperback Penguin Classics. You opened the door to see him carrying a pile of books in his arms. You quickly ushered him to the library where he set them all down on your vintage leather couch. "For the person, that has everything," he said and you went to examine all of the books. He had seemingly bought out the whole collection as you marveled at each of the covers. "Each one of them has an art piece on it," he said and you began to notice the trend. You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as you held Wuthering Heights in your hand. He quickly snatched it out of your hands before you could even start to rip off the cover. "Keep these, I know you have a theme going on but it doesn't hurt to have some variety," he said and gave you back the book as you stared up at him.

Now whenever someone comes to visit you, they always notice the black-bound books on display. Although they do stick out, you love recounting the story of how your significant other bought you some of the most prized objects in your collection.

[andreal831]

Who's Responsible for the Monster Klaus Became? (I'll give you a hint, it's Klaus)

It's a question as old as time (or at least as old as the show): Who should be blamed for Klaus' actions because surely it cannot be Klaus? Should it be Rebekah for wanting to seek her own life? Should it be Kol for planning to kill him? What about his son, Marcel, for taking his city? His parents for cursing him? I've heard all of these, but the most common one I hear is, of course, Elijah.

I'm referencing a specific discussion, but it's one I've heard many times. We should not feel any sympathy for Elijah because he is the reason Klaus became evil, and then abused everyone he ever encountered. Not only should we blame Elijah for Klaus turning evil, but we need to blame him for all of the abuse everyone suffered at Klaus' hands. Elijah is the true evil of the show, despite Klaus naming himself as such.

The argument starts as such: Klaus was a perfect person before Elijah helped Esther and Mikael suppress his wolf side which made him turn evil. We are conveniently going to skip over the SA on Tatia at the festival. He's just a product of the time, I guess. And then to top it off, while Klaus was being perfect (despite the catalyst event they claimed caused him to go evil had already occurred), Elijah vindictively made Aurora break his heart, turning him into the complete evil person he was. Although, we cannot call him evil. We have to continue to say, "no one is born evil, they are just broken." Removing all accountability from a thousand year old man.

However, there is a fatal flaw with this argument. If we are saying that betraying someone and breaking their heart shifts the responsibility from one character to another and removes any sympathy, this should first have been used to protect Elijah from any blame.

The entirety of The Originals originates with Klaus taking his kid brother to watch the wolves turn, despite knowing better. During this event, Henrik is killed. Now, I don't blame Klaus, but if we are blaming characters for all of the unforeseen consequences of their actions, we would have to blame him. Because of Henrik's death, Esther and Mikael turn their children into vampires. As we all know, Klaus kills someone, triggers his werewolf curse, and goes on a killing spree in their town, leaving Elijah to clean up the mess as he does. But that doesn't make Klaus evil, the murders were all an accident, I guess. Based on the lack of blood on Elijah's clothes, it doesn't seem like Elijah even took the time to feed himself (an assumption, but still). Leading to Elijah losing control and killing his love, Tatia. All of this happened in a short period of time. So when their abusive parents bring up the idea of binding Klaus' werewolf side, I don't blame Elijah for going along. Even still, we see that he does so reluctantly. He saw his brother's body, which had been torn apart by wolves, and then watched his brother turn into one of those wolves and kill people they grew up with. Even after all of this, he still stood by his brother's side, not from guilt, but out of love. He comforts his brother who is covered in the blood of their neighbors.

But this is really where the logic really falls apart. Sure, maybe we argue that binding the werewolf side sent him off the rails, but let's not forget the people he killed in his village before that happened. And I'm pretty sure hybrids can control their werewolf side...

Before we even get into Aurora breaking his heart, we see Klaus and Aurora killing in such savage ways (with the rest of the family, minus Finn), that Mikael has found them. We don't really know who was doing it, but we see Aurora and Klaus taking joy in it. Do you know how much chaos/savagery they must have caused for Mikael to have gotten word before modern technology?? They were on a completely different continent than when they first started running from him. So I'd argue that Klaus was already pretty evil at this point.

The other argument is that Elijah lied to Klaus and broke his heart because of Aurora, causing Klaus to spiral. But who lied and broke whose heart first? Elijah and Rebekah made a vow of "always and forever" to Klaus based on a lie and a huge deceit. That Mikael killed Esther. This to me is the moment Klaus loses touch with his humanity. He is so ashamed by what he's done, he lies to the people closest to him. At the end of the day, Esther was still their mother and Klaus killed her in cold blood. He is so traumatized by this, he puts her body in a coffin and carries her with him for centuries!! No matter what she did, he still feared his siblings would not forgive him. So he lied, causing them to run for their lives with him.

So again, who lied and broke whose heart first?

It is not until Elijah accidentally compels Aurora to tell him what she knows that Elijah finds out about the lie. And in his heartbreak he compels Aurora. His actions are spurred on by Klaus' betrayal. And now, don't get me wrong, I blame Elijah and believe Aurora has every right to be angry at Elijah for those actions. But if we are trying to use this logic I laid out above, Elijah shouldn't be held responsible because Klaus made him that way. Klaus lied and betrayed him, breaking his heart, so Elijah had no choice but to become evil and do evil things.

This is why this logic is bad. There can always be some event or person who "caused" a character to act that way. It's called their lore. But that does not erase who they are and what they do. It does not excuse it or shift the blame.

Klaus ruins countless lives after this, doing far worse than what was done to him, and we don't see those people turn evil. Rebekah is abused by him for a thousand years and doesn't come close. But according to Klaus stans, all of their pain is just a "side effect" of Klaus' actions and Klaus can't help that. It's not like he's a grown man or anything. People have trauma, but it doesn't mean they get to do whatever they want. They are still held responsible for the person that trauma turns them into.

Also this person tried to argue that Klaus' actions weren't responsible for Elijah because of intent. Klaus didn't do anything intending to hurt Elijah, whereas Elijah acted in every way to hurt Klaus and only stayed by him out of guilt. This is just a gross misrepresentation of both of their characters. Elijah regretted his actions so much that he literally erased them from his memory. And yes, I do think part of his toxic devotion comes from guilt, but even when his guilt has faded, he does not waver from his love of his brother. Klaus is the one that weaponizes the guilt anytime he thinks Elijah may choose a different path.

Honestly, I don't get how people enjoy TO with this logic. It ruins all of the complexity of stanning the villain or liking morally grey characters. If you want to love a villain, love a villain. Don't try to turn them into a defenseless teddy bear who can't be helped for his own actions.

[syrupfog]

I think, often, about Usopp.

While the live action paints it a little differently, the animanga tells a story of a child who never knew his absent father except through stories, and who was raised (for as long as she could) by his ostensibly white mom, in a village where he likely stood out for more than just his penchant for lying.

And where I am going with this is, specifically, that Usopp didn’t LEAVE Syrup village until Luffy came along, he didn’t see any of the world until he boarded the Going Merry.

Usopp always styles his hair the same way. He usually adds a hat, and after the timeskip he starts tying it back, but he’s INCREDIBLY consistent with his hair.

I wonder at what point in their adventures he found another person with 3C/4B hair and saw the way they styled it. I wonder how long it took him to find someone else with skin like his, with hair like his.

I wonder if he’s even seen a photo of Yasopp. On a wanted poster, maybe? Did he see his locs for the first time in a wanted poster and think, why didn’t you stay long enough to teach me how to do that?

I don’t think Usopp grew up with wash days. He didn’t grow up sitting on a cushion with his mom behind him for hours, meticulously braiding or working the knots out. He didn’t even know it was an experience he was missing out on.

And specifically, I want to know when Brook picks up on this fact.

Because Brook, well, he’s been dead for a while. But things haven’t changed THAT much, have they?

And Brook HAS to take care of his hair, because he sure isn’t growing more any time soon!

I want to know what that was like. When Brook learned, probably offhandedly during a conversation about something unrelated, that Usopp washed his hair every day. Or that he’d never used a hair oil. That he only had that one green durag because it was left behind by the father he’d never met.

I think that, after the timeskip especially, Brook starts taking time to teach Usopp. Using some of his own spending money from Nami on the nicer products he finds when they stop at different islands.

I think, on occasions, they spend long hours in the lounge as Usopp tries desperately not to freak out from the feeling of finger bones against his scalp as Brook teaches him about cornrows and box braids and twists and bonnets and hot oil treatments.

Usopp and Brook aren’t the kind who would become natural friends, because Usopp is a massive scaredy cat and Brook is, well, bones.

But they create community there, together. Because Usopp deserves to have that part of his identity acknowledged and celebrated.

And because he desperately needs someone to tell him to stop washing his hair every day.

[cutiecorner]

Alfie's Place

fanfic • regressor! Alfred, caregivers! Martha and John Kent

soooo this one may be a little too specific to be cute to anyone else but... finally broke my writer's block! Enjoy some pure Alfred brand autism. Might write more of this concept but who knows.

“Sweetheart, what did we say about hiding?” Martha said as gently as she could. 

Alfred looked at her with a blank expression, nestled into the crawlspace under the stairs. He looked to his doll, Juliette, who’s hair was half braided. She seemed to remind him. His gaze averted from her as well, now finding its way to the boxes of old clothes beside him.

“We don’t hide from our friends,” he said, voice quiet and trembling.

“Because…?” Alfred looked to Juliette once more. He pet her hair while he collected his words.

“Because you are here to help,” he finally spoke.

“Very good,” Martha smiled, “would you like to come out?”

Alfred sniffed and retrieved a small handkerchief from his pocket. He hated being without one, even if it wasn’t displayed properly in his tux pocket. He dabbed at his eyes.

“No? That’s okay,” Martha took a seat on the floor, “we can stay here for a little bit.”

Alfred held Juliette close as he rocked in place. A whine escaped him, though he didn’t want it to. Martha scooched a little closer. He felt her hand rub his back and he started to settle down. Alfred wasn’t used to physical affection, but it was integral to the Kents’ love. It grew on him.

“Why…” Martha stopped herself. She knew better than asking big questions like ‘why are you hiding?’, most times, Alfred didn’t know. She shifted her approach. “What makes the crawl space comfortable for you?”

Alfred unfurled a bit at the question. He felt a little… validated, in Martha recognizing that this was comfortable for him. She didn’t write the action off as disobedience for its own sake.

“It is… dark,” he decided, “and I don’t have too many things to keep track of.”

“Oh?” Martha urged him to elaborate. 

“These boxes do not move, and they are not very important… I don’t think?” He looked to Martha for confirmation, which he gave with a nod. “They are not breakable, nor do they stain… They do not worry me.”

Martha hummed inquisitively. “Do things in the living room make you worry?”

Alfred nodded. “The television, and the hardwood floors, and the carpet, the glass table, and pictures, and the vase… quite a few things.”

“Well, sweetie, you’re not in charge of those things.”

Alfred huffed. “I am a butler, a housekeeper. I will keep the house.”

“You can keep your house. But this is our house. You aren’t our butler, you’re our friend.”

Alfred crossed his arms, his face twisting into a pout.

“Why can’t I be a butler?”

Martha chuckled. Alfred couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“You are a butler. That is your job most of the time, and you’re very good at it. But, right now, your job is to relax. Our job is to worry.”

Alfred considered it, for a moment.

“I don’t know how,” he said.

“What?”

“... to not worry. I don’t know how to not worry.” Alfred said, dejected. 

“Hmm… maybe we can work around that.”

Martha allowed Alfred 20 more minutes under the stairs while she ‘fixed something up’ for him. There was a lot of shuffling in the living room, and Martha and Jonathan took multiple forays into the garage. Alfred wanted to see what they were doing, but it was stair time. He focused back on his doll and tried to ignore the noise. By the time Martha returned, Juliette’s hair was braided. She reached out a hand to help him out from his spot. She led him into the living room which looked… different.

“Tada!” She smiled, Jonathan joining in. 

The living room had been rearranged, slightly. Most of the furniture remained in place, but now, there was an area sectioned off by a playpen. It was clearly a pen meant for little ones - the kind you put down to keep them from crawling away. The space included Alfred’s favorite armchair, a tv tray, a few blankets and pillows, and an open box containing his toys and books. The last addition made him gasp aloud - a tray containing a feather duster, hand vacuum, spray bottle, and rag.

“This is your space. You are in charge of everything in this pen,” Martha said, gesturing toward the sectioned area. “It is yours to clean, arrange, and worry over.”

“Everything else, we are in charge of. So no worrying about all this, it’s not allowed.” Jon added with a chuckle.

Alfred stood in stunned silence.

“Is this okay, honey?” Martha asked.

Alfred stepped into the pen, examining all of its components. A wide grin spread across his face, and he clasped his hands in joy. He grabbed the Kents’ hands, giving them both a kiss. 

“Oh, thank you, thank you!”

They wrapped him in a hug.

“Of course, Alfie.”

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

one thing I haven't touched upon yet is how well the showrunners handled the time jump between Camp Cretaceous and Chaos Theory and more specifically - how well they handled maturing the campers.

At least to me the transition is nearly smoothless. Like, a couple of years have passed for those kids and those included years when people tend to change a lot - from children they grow into young adults. And the show did a fantastic job of shaping their adult forms in terms of personality. Because all of them have the core traits that we associated them with in Camp Cretaceous but at the same time they are more mature and carry their experiences on their back - both the experiences that we know of and those that could potentially fill up the time jump space if you know what I mean.

I look at Kenji for example and I still see remains of the boy that he was - a little bit arrogant (it still shows! he is very proud just of different things!), someone who doesn't shy away from an argument; but at the same time I see a man who has spent hours teaching kids and adults how to rock-climb - he can be patient too; I see someone who had to re-evaluate a lot in his life, and I can see that it wasn't easy, that it took a toll on him.

Or for example Sammy! Someone who loves her friends and family dearly still, a girl who was willing to fight for those she loved. But at the same time I see a young woman who knows that sometimes a compromise is the best option (like that situation with her neighbor). I see someone who still learns when her love and affection need to take a backseat for others to develop. I see someone who knows that sometimes being apart, even if it hurts, may be a good thing. I see someone forgiving but persistent.

Ben too... A boy who went through severe trauma that made his personality do flip and then, once time passed, he started rebuilding what was left of his old core. Anxious he is, a little boy still, but also a fighter - because he had to be one. At the same time, I see a young man who is a little torn on where he stands, who still figures out the details of his personality but who also knows his strengths and capabilities. In the end, he is energy-unbound, and he is eager to learn about the world in so many ways.

Darius, a boy who lost so much, and a young man who lost just as much. Life hasn't been easy on him. In jwcc grief encouraged him to attend camp, fulfill his father's dream. In jwct that aspect of his personality develops even more - now grief spins him into action, he doesn't wait for things to happen, he acts. He can work with others but he can also rely on himself, he grew up; he knows that he can handle himself, he still learns that he can reach out and ask for help, but he's getting there. He really is.

Not to mention Yas who has always been a creative person. Yes, it may be surprising that I mention that first but look at her now - inventing stuff, conducting projects? Remember her sketchbook in jwcc? Yeah, look where that creativity took her, look where her compassion took her - she helps people by helping herself. It was such a problem for her in jwcc (esp at the beginning) and look at her now - she's miles ahead of her old self.

Their personalities make so much sense because they are a clear continuation of their personalities in jwcc, and that's one of the reasons why jwct is so freaking good.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

actor au lore,,, maybe,,,,? (i NEED edgejeanist content if its not too much, ive been looking thru your acc to find but it seems like i cant so i gotta ask this even though im BAD at socializing so yeah!) /nf

Sure!!!!! Sorry it took me a while to get to this ask, but here's some actor au stuffs :]!! It may not be specifically edgejeanist I got a little carried away but eheh

In short, this actor au is just your generic actor au, all the characters are actors that play the roles of the characters in mha!

Though! In my actor au, all my OTHER aus are canonical movies/series/etc that they have all filmed, in addition to the main mha universe! Which causes actor au to kinda go hand in hand with any other, as it is very fun to imagine behind-the-scenes types of scenarios with all my various aus.

Of course, its mostly just my usual set of favourite characters here, but there are more in the au! All characters are in this au, naturally.

I also use my own headcanon names for Ecto, Snipe + Uwabami here, since we just. dont. have names for them ;-;

I'll drop some more info (as well as typed out versions of what is written in the images) under the cut:

Kamihara Shinya (Edgeshot):

Age: 34

Often does action + fantasy roles

Generally a really versatile actor but does good serious roles the best

Loves goofing around with his co-workers

His favourite roles/films (aus) are: Pirate, Fantasy, Neon Souls

He breaks character quite often. He simply gets The Giggles easily

^ in relation to this point, it took them a Lot of takes to get the Kamino Pizza scene right

Recently announced his engagement to Tsunagu!

He was asked to play Edgeshot because it was a small role that would fit into his schedule at the time but he really loved playing the character so was incredibly happy when he was asked to come back a couple of seasons later

There are so many compilations and edits of his characters since they’re usually the “stoic and mysterious types” and he finds them very amusing

He has won quite a few awards for his performances

Gets very excited to play roles that let him flirt and romance his own partner. Incredibly so.

When he acts out scenes where he has to yell or be angry, it has often scared the shit out of the others - which is rather effective!

Hakamata Tsunagu (Best Jeanist):

Age: 36

Often does Sci-fi + Historical Romance

Plays a real good charming lead or mysterious side character

Is very silly + has such a contrasting personality to the majority of his roles

His favourite roles: Fallen Deities, Neon Souls, Circus of Death

He is awfully clumsy and trips or breaks props all the time

He does Not like denim all because of being stuck in Best Jeanist's outfit for so long - being clad in denim from head to toe was not all that comfortable

Engaged to Shinya. They announced it on social media during the promotion of one of their movies, and it trended for so long and boosted the anticipation for the movie (not their intention, but hey they'll take it)

He models a lot for different fashion shows

When playing as Best Jeanist, he grew very close with Bakugou and ended up taking him under his wing in real life, becoming like an uncle figure to him and often showing up to his acting gigs to cheer him on

Despite how it may seem, he gets incredibly flustered very easily and intimate scenes or romance scenes in any of his roles make him turn red. They end up having to take breaks in filming because his ears turn red uncontrollably

He is very popular and a large portion of his fans send him handmade crafts and things for him to wear on screen in interviews or q&a sessions

Very emotive eyes. Just a look with his eyes in some scenes is enough to show a lot, he is very skilled as an actor :]

Maijima Higari (Power Loader):

Age: 41

Often does Sci-fi + Fantasy

Does real good 'secretive characters'

Is a nightmare for the hair department

(^ gets shit stuck in his hair constantly and will often get stuck on props on set. It's worse if he wears wigs, those just get stuck and fall off)

Favourites: Space Rangers, Pirate, Radioactive

Forgets his lines an awful lot, despite having a great memory for everything trivial

He memorises his co-stars' favourite drinks and yet not his own lines

Married to Ecto's actor!

Hatsume is their adopted daughter, and was Incredibly Excited to work on set for her role in the main mha series

They have a couple of other kids who show up and get to act in some of their movies with them!

Is actually a rather well-known and very skilled actor, who was cast as Powerloader because the director thought it would be fun to give him a small role cameo. The fans really liked it, and he really enjoys being in the background for small roles anyway.

He has this Very Specific and Unexpected skill of being able to absolutely NAIL screams. Despite being quite a reserved guy + playing pretty generally calm or quiet characters, if you need a scream recorded or a screaming scene, he's the guy.

Like. Angry screaming, grief-stricken wailing, comedic terror, etc. He's just Really Good at it.

Maijima Akira (Ectoplasm) [<- hc name for him bc we don't have a canon one]:

Age: 42

Often does Drama + Supernatural Fantasy

Does real good serious or theatrical roles

Lost his legs in a car accident and continued to act afterwards after a while of rest

He gets to keep the cool custom prosthetics that he wears in all the roles he does

Favourites: Masquerade, Broken Dollhouse, Regal

He is almost always snoozing on set

(^ very much dad-sitting-in-front-of-the-tv style)

He and Higari are married!

Much like Higari, he is a well-known and talented actor who got cast as a background character as Ectoplasm as a fun cameo, however he did not expect to have as much time on screen as he did.

For some reason, most of the roles he plays in require him to wear interesting facial prosthetics and makeup, cgi and motion-capture

He gets asked to play villainous or villainous-looking characters very often. He just gives off that vibe.

Still insists on doing as many stunts as he can himself, as long as he can, and used to do all of his stunts himself before his accident

He trained in a couple martial arts and also used to dance!

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic):

Age: 31

Often plays good fun-lighthearted roles

Really hits the strong tragic and serious roles too

Speaks so many languages

Favourites: Fairground, Fantasy, Masquerade

Turns everything into a musical number when he is off set

When waiting for the cameras to start rolling, he will often drag the others into dancing or singing their lines for fun

He is married to Aizawa :)

Much like his character, he likes doing things in the media such as showing up on radio shows and podcasts and making cameos on random shows on tv

He can do VERY impressive and accurate impressions and often uses this to goof around with his co-stars characters on set.

Similarly, much like Higari, he can absolutely NAIL vocal acts like screaming, yelling and wailing or anything of the sorts.

He plays a lot of comedic characters, but some of his favourites are the ones that are actually very serious or dark characters, requiring a lot of emotion and genuine feeling.

But he does love playing Present Mic. A lot. Since he is the most like him irl lol

Eri's actor happens to be their daughter irl and she was very excited to play Eri

Has his own record label that he publishes music under

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead):

Age: 31

Often plays stoic + mysterious roles

Is an absolute sweetheart

(^ loves to give advice to the kids and younger actors and cheers them up to calm their nerves)

Is allergic to cats, despite loving them so much

Favourites: Trapped, Roleswap, Corrupt Horrors

Is always running about 5 minutes late

Theres no explanation for this, but some people suspect that his watch or clock is set wrong

Married to Yamada :]

He has absolutely awful eyesight but doesn't like wearing glasses so he wears contacts most of the time

After shooting for mha, he would normally buy food and drinks for all the kids acting the kids in class 1-A and they nicknamed him dadzawa irl

Shinsou is his biological son and the other cast members would always joke about how similar they look

Hated how scruffy he had to look as Eraserhead, as he takes a lot of pride in maintaining his hair and beard

Still won't show Eri the scene where he cuts his own leg off

Sam Ueno (Snipe) [Another with a hc name + age( + face hc) too]:

Age: 40

Plays really good parental roles (is a single dad)

He brings his kid to set very often and the others love to see her, she likes watching the behind the scenes

Used to be a theatre actor

Is really good with accents + does Voice Acting for quite a few shows

Favourites: Winged Warriors, Pirate, Broken Dollhouse

Constantly sneaking snacks on set and can be seen eating different snacks Every Single Time Somehow

He went to the same acting school as Ecto, and they even did their first acting gig together!

He loves cowboys and was overjoyed when he got asked to play as Snipe. Could regularly be seen just sitting in his little coat just watching the others and cheering them on in their scenes

Has directed films before too and won an award for a film that he directed for

Is very good at close-up magic? Just pulls out tricks at random intervals on set

Tatsuma Ryuko (Ryukyu):

Age: 26

Often plays in Action + Thriller

Is a real sucker for a good romance role and will watch romcoms in her spare time

Really likes to sneak in Easter Eggs to her roles for her fans to find

There are blogs and social media pages dedicated to finding and listing them all

Favourites: Space Rangers, Forest Keepers, Regal

She takes an absurd amount of coffee breaks

She is dating Uwabami's actor + Rumi

Absolutely LOVES the fact that she gets to play a whole ass dragon. She LOVES it.

The sharp teeth prosthetics that she got for playing Ryukyu made it so that it was very hard for her to take snack breaks during filming, so often they would try to shoot her scenes all together so she can take them out and eat

Her and Shinya act a lot like those annoying siblings that go around pranking their co-stars constantly

She will often be seen napping around set also

Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko):

Age: 27

Often plays in Action + Drama

Is actually very squeamish and doesn't like horror movies all that much

Has won quite a few awards for her previous roles

Favourites: Radioactive, Fallen Deities, Fantasy

She loves to do her own stunts and is a trained martial artist!

She is dating Ryuko + Uwabami's actor

She enjoys attending the fashion shows that Yumie models for and can often be seen with Ryuko in the audience cheering her on

She finds the edits of her characters very very fun, and actually asks her fans to tag her in fanart they make of her characters

She is allergic to carrots and so in the photoshoots of her as Miruko (referring to a couple of hori sketches) she uses prop plastic carrots

Is a very good singer and has played in a few musicals with her singing as characters

Shimizu Yumie (Uwabami) [yet another hc name + age]:

Age: 30

Often does Supernatural Fantasy + Historical Drama

Loves comedy a lot + makes her way into blooper reels a Lot.

Has a lot of animals and often brings her pets to set for the others to play with

They love this.

Favourites: Supernatural Beings, Pirate, Masquerade

She forgets her lines quite a bit

She is dating Ryuko + Rumi

Previously dated Midnight's actor, but the two of them ended things on good terms and often act on the same sets together

Models a lot and has a rather lengthy list of popular looks from red-carpet events

She absolutely LOVES whenever she gets to wear prosthetic fangs, she runs around set and shows them off

Uwabami was a very small cameo role that she played while filming for something else

Her and Tsunagu have a very fun besties/sibling-like relationship that makes shooting scenes together quite difficult since they just chat or make each other laugh very easily

Anyway, yeah that's all I got for now!!! I hope you enjoy these lil bits n bobs about my actor au!

I'd love to do some more for other characters and some fun scenes at some point, but for now this is all I could conjure up lol

Having this au be a very involved au that interacts with every other au I have, including most importantly the canon universe, is a very fun thing.

Thank you for asking!! It makes me so incredibly happy to see someone even remotely interested and asking about one of my aus! I love talking about them :D

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)

[ace-spades-1]

Matchmaker

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x fem!reader and a bit of Faith x Elijah

Summary: Faith is tired of watching Y/N and Clarisse fall in love with each other because she knows they will never act on it. It’s time to take action and with the help of some friends.

a/n: This is kind of a part two of the Orange Peel Theory but it can be read as a stand alone. Sorry for any grammar errors or if any parts start getting confusing. I wrote a few of these in the middle of the night. I’m so happy with how it turned out. I hope you guys like it too.

Word count: 2.3k

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Y/N stood up from the arts and crafts benches and ran to Clarisse, who was trying to murder a dummy. Swinging and stabbing the dummy as if it were a monster or Percy himself. Her stabbing stopped at the sight of Y/N walking up beside her, palm open proudly showing her the beaded bracelet she had made.

Faith watched at the arts and crafts benches as the two conversed with one another before Y/N wrapped the bracelet around Clarisse’s wrist, thanked her and left. Leaving Clarisse standing on the training grounds looking longingly at the bracelet displayed on her wrist. Faith groaned and abruptly stood up from her spot on the bench startling the Athena boy beside her.

“Okay, that’s it! We need to do something about those two!”

The Athena boy looked at her confused, he looked towards the training grounds where Clarisse had started to attack the dummy once again except this time it was thought there was something on her mind.

“Do what? About who?”

Faith gave the boy an exhausted look pulling him up off his seat and making him stand next to her.

“Clarisse and my sister. They’ve been dancing around each other for months and have done nothing!”

Faith looked as though she was ready to start pulling her hair out.

“My sister! The daughter of Aphrodite is afraid of flirting! Can you believe it?!”

“You were afraid of even approaching me when you first saw me because you were so in love. If I remember correctly you had one of your sisters approach me first, princess.”

The girl looked at the boy, face flushed remembering the moment.

“That’s different, Elijah!”

She took a breath to calm down, face still flushed as she looked back at Clarisse,

“Besides, this isn’t about me. This is about my sister and Clarisse. I know exactly what to do. We’ll need some help.”

“Oh boy.”

Faith grabbed Elijah’s hand pulling him towards the big house. Inside, the eldest son of Dionysus kneeled in front of his father begging him to conjure up a Red Bull. At least one just to get him through the day. The door hitting the wall made his begging stop, his attention turned towards the two figures standing in the doorway.

“ISAAC—”

Faith looked at the boy on the ground kneeling at his father her face filled with confusion and shock,

“What are you doing?”

Isaac stood up from the ground, dusting off his pants.

“I just want a Red Bull, okay?! These kids are going to drive me crazy! What do you want?”

“I’m sick and tired of watching Y/N and Clarisse do nothing but give each other longing glances and mild flirting. I have a plan on how we can get them together! We need all the help we can get.”

Isaac’s eyes widened at the mention of Y/N. After growing up together Isaac grew protective of her, never letting any boys near her. Even after arriving at camp he still makes sure no boy gets even ten feet from her, especially the Ares children. More specifically the daughter of Ares. He knew of the affection growing between the two and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Woah! Slow down, cupid wannabe! I don’t want my best friend to end up with the camp bully!”

“You don’t want her to end up with anybody!” Elijah quickly butted in,

“Shut it, Einstein! I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“Come on, Isaac! Don’t you want her to be happy?! We both know that Clarisse will protect her with her life.”

Isaac let out a frustrated sigh running his hand through his already messy hair.

“Fine! But if she so much as lay a hand on her I will put a curse on her!”

Faith quickly nodded in agreement before grabbing his hand and pulling him and Elijah out of the big house, barely squeezing through the door and running towards the Ares cabin. Once again Faith kicked the door open making the door hit the wall. The children inside startled, pointed their spears toward the door ready to attack.

Only to be met with a panting girl, her hands still clutching the two boys’ hands who were now on the ground.

“Where’s Cealton!”

The kids pointed at a sleeping kid in the corner of the room. A leg hanging off the bed and drooling at the corner of his mouth. Faith let go of the two boys' hands and walked to the sleeping boy. She looked down at him for a moment before throwing him off the bed, making him hit his face on the floor.

Cealton looked at the girl above him rubbing his nose,

“What was that for?”

Faith leaned down,

“I have a plan to get our sister’s together.”

—---

The four of them sat together at the Dionysus table. Cealton now had a bandage over his nose as he ate his lunch, Isaac happily drinking his Red Bull, and Elijah looking at Faith as she paced.

“I need them to confess to each ther in the next 3 days and I know exactly how. First…”

“ Wednesday: We need to show Y/N that Clarisse does like her.”

—-

Clarisse walked towards the archery field, spear in hand. One of her brothers had asked her if she could help him with a bow and arrow as he had trouble with it. She scoffed at the request, annoyed that her brother had bothered her during her rest but agreed anyway. The scowl on her face faded as quickly as it came at the sight of Y/N in the archery field attempting to shoot an arrow. Her brows furrowed, frustrated all of her arrows had either been too far or short.

“Hey Y/N.”

Y/N looked up from her bow, smiling at Clarisse as she approached.

“Clarisse, what are you doing here?”

“My brother asked me to help him with the bow and arrow. How about you?”

Y/N sighed frustrated looking back at her bow.

“Also practicing. I want to get better. I want to do more than just sit around and do nothing during capture the flag. I want to help out, y’know.”

“I can help you if you want. Here let’s start with your stance.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath as Clarisse stood behind her letting her hand guide her. She took a deep breath as she pulled back the string of her bow, her heart beating faster as Clarrise rested a hand on her waist. She ignored the hand and tried to focus on aiming her bow towards the target. After a moment she let go.

Y/N let out a breath, her hand clutching her bow tightly, her eyes wide at the arrow that pierced the center of the target.

“Nice job, gorgeous.” Clarisse whispered in Y/N’s ear.

Y/N looked back at Clarisse, their nose touching. Just as they leaned in…

“Y/N! Could I get some help?”

The two quickly pulled away from each other turning towards an upcoming camper. Their voice is toned out as Y/N tries to calm her beating heart once again their reasoning of interrupting blurred. The camper suddenly started to pull Y/N away making her give Clarisse a rushed thank you before disappearing.

The matchmakers watched the scene unfold from the bushes. Isaac being held back by Cealton as Faith barely held in a shriek of delight watching the two girls nearly kiss.

“I just wanted them to talk for a bit but that works!”

“I guess we can move on to step two?”

—---

“Thursday: Second step. Clarisse should ask Y/N out”

“Tell me again why Clarisse needs to give Y/N something?”

“My sister has always been the one to give her something. It’s time for her to return the gesture.”

“Uh huh, and why am I the one doing it with her? Why not you or Isaac or Cealton”

“Because I want to talk to my sister, Isaac is busy taking over his dad’s job, again, and Cealton is busy teaching little kids how to use a sword. Now go.”

Elijah sighed and cautiously approached Clarisse. After some convincing and a mention of Y/N’s name once or twice Clarisse agreed to make flower crowns with the little kids as Y/N and Faith walked by the shore lines of the beach.

“So are you planning on doing anything tomorrow, Faith?”

“I was planning on having a midnight picnic with Elijah by Thalia’s tree. How about you? Finally going to confess to Clarisse?”

Y/N smiled and imagined herself and Clarisse walking by the shore, hands intertwined. Just the thought of Clarisse made her heart soar. She couldn’t imagine a world without her. She’d go through tartarus and back just for her.

“I think I will. I suppose it is time to finally tell her how I feel.”

“Yay! I’ll help you prepare a speech.”

Y/N laughed at her sister’s excitment. Just then Elijah and Clarisse emerged from the trees (why did they go through the woods? idk) each having a flower crown in hand. Elijah excitedly showed Faith the one he had made, happily putting it on her head. As Clarisse gave Y/N her the two stepped out to the side having their own little conversation.

—----

“Friday: Confession time.”

Y/N had said yes to going on a date with Clarisse and Faith was determined to make everything perfect for their confession. First it started with Cealton giving his sister flowers to give to Y/N, then Isaac, somehow, convinced Chiron and Dionysus to excused Clarisse and Y/N from any activities for today, Elijah and Faith had set up a little picnic for the two by the beach, and time finally came for them to confess to one another.

The two girls were walking by the shore, hands intertwined as the sun set on the horizon. Once again the matchmakers were in the bushes spying on the two,

“Okay it’s sunset. Y/N said she’ll confess to Clarisse when the sun sets. Why isn’t she confessing?!”

“Princess, calm down. Let her take her time, she’s probably still nervous.”

The two girls stopped and stared at each other, a small breeze hitting them. Clarisse took off her jacket and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders as she hugged herself shivering from the small breeze. The two looked at each other’s eyes, Y/N’s hands resting on Clarisse’s chest as the other wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist keeping her close. The two stood there in silence, wishing for the moment to last forever.

“Clarisse, I—”

*SPLASH*

The two were suddenly soaking wet from getting hit by water. They looked to the docks not too far away, to see Percy, Grover, and Annabeth looking back at the two girls in horror. Percy started to run for his life as Clarisse chased after him with her spear yelling profanities and words that would make even Hades blush. Grover, Annabeth, and Y/N running closely behind the two trying to stop the girl from maiming the poor boy.

—---

Faith let out an exhausted groan as she sat on one of the benches outside the Ares cabin with the three boys surrounding her. After successfully calming Clarisse down they led the two soaking girls back to Aphrodite cabin to get cleaned up. Apparently Percy had been practicing his powers when he started to lose control and unfortunately Clarisse and Y/N just so happened to be there at the wrong time.

“All I wanted to do was to make them confess to one another. It’s clear as day that they are meant for each other. Was that so much to ask?”

Elijah’s brows furrowed seeing his princess saddened. He quickly hugged her close to his chest, resting his chin on top of her head rubbing her back in comfort.

“I know how hard you worked to get them to confess. There’s always next time, princess.”

“Yea, and next time we’ll make sure they aren’t interrupted.”

“Yea, but for now let’s focus on you two’s little picnic tonight!”

Faith smiled remembering the little picnic they had planned at midnight. She sighed pushing the thought of the failed attempt of a confession. They were right, there was always next time.

—----

In the Aphrodite cabin Y/N leaned against the door frame as she watched her sister and her boyfriend sit side by side on the benches smiling. Clarisse walked up behind her wrapping an arm around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“I almost feel bad. Do you think we should just tell them we’ve been together for nearly a year and a half now?”

“Nah, it’s much more fun seeing them try to get us together. Let’s keep them guessing, gorgeous”

Y/N giggled as Clarisse pulled her back inside, closing the door as she did so. She pinned Y/N against the door kissing her.

I guess they plan on keeping it a secret for another year.

—----

Thank you for reading!

a/n: Wooo! Finally done!

[shrimpalbuspotter]

What's the thing that stands out to you the most about albus and by extension his relationship with scorpius?

I'm gonna give 2 answers for this but they technically intermingle: One thing that stands out to me about Albus as a character, and one thing that stands out to me about his relationship with Scorpius.

Albus is a character who wears his emotions on his sleeve, even if he doesn't want to. This means we know alot about the motives behind his actions that run deeper than just "I want to save Cedric Diggory because my dad sucks." He's surly, self isolating, grumpy, and often seems rather anxious.

I think the thing that stands out the most to me is actually his relationships with others.

Albus has one friend, Scorpius. You can clearly see that Albus felt comfortable the moment he talked to him on the train, all awkward smiles and giggles. Then, when his cousin (who he grew up with), deemed he wasn't a good fit to be a friend and told Albus they were leaving, he outright denied her.

Cut to a while later, and Albus becomes a shut in. Its never explicitly shown but I take that when McGonagall called Albus "Isolated and surly" she was referencing to him refusing to make other friends. I don't doubt there were people who did try and befriend Albus despite him having a reputation, I just think Albus refused to give them the time of day. He had been laughed at and ridiculed by other students tons of times before, he learned to rely on gut feelings. If Albus doesn't immediately feel like he can trust you, he won't trust you, and it'll take a hell of a long time to change that due to his relentless stubborn. Plus his general opinion of the student body is already more terrible because he knows how everyone in Hogwarts feels about his bestfriend, who he deems more important than anyone else.

Cut yet again! Rose attempts to talk to Albus on the train to Hogwarts as they enter fourth year. Rose seems like she wants to make amends, trying to get Albus to talk to her and apologise, but Albus is still not having it. He sees through her, he knows his cousin. She'd never apologise herself, even if she knows she's wrong. Albus doesn't want to be pitied, and he also knows how rude Rose can be to Scorpius. So once again she's shut down.

Then we move on to him meeting Delphi, and there's something different. He seems slightly confused at first, but he relaxes as she talks. Albus sees this dorky, quirky lady, who talks about how people would make fun of her as a kid, and he automatically trusts her. It was definetly an odd feeling to have, because the only other person he'd felt that from was Scorpius, but Albus has an issue where he sets people he cares about on a pedestal and finds it almost impossible to imagine them doing any wrong, or expects them to always act a specific way. Delphi was in Albus' circle now, and he wanst planning to lose that.

But... then we notice something. Albus becomes slightly distant towards Scorpius whenever Delphi is around. He thinks he really likes her, and he knows she's practically a stranger but he swears there's this magnetic pull that just makes him want to be around her all the time. Scorpius is sort of jealous, but he's happy Albus has made a friend.

It's been pointed out before that majority of Delphis personality was took from Scorpius because she knew that would make Albus like her more. And it worked. She knows Albus find it difficult connecting with people he cant relate to, so she talked about her issues with expectations and not asking to be born into the family you were. (OK this is getting off topic let's go back on track).

In summary, how Albus finds it so incredibly difficult to connect with people then, when does, holds them so close to his heart, is what stands out most to me. Its crucial! Albus is not a person who trusts easily, but he takes great pride in those he can call his friend, even if it's few (cough ONE cough).

On that note... Answer 2. What stands out to me most about Scorpius and Albus's relationship? (Let's go the romantic route)

For me, its the way they are so different from every other ship. I don't think you can compare them to anything, because it won't be the same.

I see alot of people say its a parallel to Wolfstar but... it isn't. Alteast not how they'd be in canon. Because the Dynamics are completely different, and so are the characters personalities.

I think how unique their relationship is is what makes it so special. They were both misunderstood kids who realistically should've despised eachother just like their parents, but they didn't. They took comfort in eachothers presence and didn't care that everyone bullied them, because atleast they were together. Albus would end the world for Scorpius, and Scorpius would save the world for Albus. And it isn't even a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship either! Which the fandom seems to like alot!

They are two bestfriends, from the same house, who would rather be with eachother than anyone else in the world. The closest thing to soulmates you're gonna get.

Anywhoooo that's my answerrr thank you for the ask anon I was in my feels beforehand and then I got to rant it all out on my favs

[theoi-crow]

TW: religious trauma, threat mention, weapons mention, child neglect, homophobia, abuse, coercion and religious PTSD.

Why fearing a deity keeps me from developing a genuine relationship with that same deity.

I grew up Catholic and one of the first things my mother taught me was the concept of Heaven and Hell. Essentially after death one gets judged based on the actions they took while they were still living and is either rewarded with heaven or punished with hell. It was a simple concept to understand but it brought up a question that ultimately made me leave the religion.

Do I genuinely love God or am I afraid of his wrath? (Like a held hostage who is coerced into choosing options that won't upset my captor out of fear of his retaliation)

Even the reward of eternal bliss felt like it was designed to lessen the threat of eternal damnation as a consolation prize for all those years of panic attacks and anxiety over the thought of being sent to Hell. I always hoped for a third milder option that allowed me the freedom to develop a genuine relationship with God without said god having to rely on coercion. I wanted to experience an honest relationship without a weapon pressed against my back in case I made the wrong move or asked the wrong question.

Due to this looming threat, the relationship I had with God felt transactional and lacked genuine affection because I knew God's love for me was conditional and depended on me following arbitrary rules from a book written by a lot of different people (each author having their own agenda different from the rest so they were constantly contradicting each other because the different entries were written in different time periods and places with vastly different political movements specific to their locations and situations but were combined together, like a mass Tumblr post with over 50 blogs that don't all agree on what the rules should be).

The many rules always made me feel like Alice playing a game with the Queen of Hearts with rules that were unclear and no one was interested in explaining them to me until I did something they didn't like and were able to find something in the book that condemned me for it.

Having to adhere to these rules in order for me to be rewarded and not punished felt like a relationship between a gay child and homophobic parents that expected said child to act a certain way. If that child obeyed, they were rewarded with affection and approval, but if said child didn't, they were kicked out and forced to fend for themselves against a world that wasn't built to protect and help gay children. Being Christian felt like I had a leash around my neck being held by an entity that constantly told me he loved me, so long as I did what I was told.

I didn't think it was possible to love a deity without fearing them until I met my gods.

According to the ancient Greeks: Once a human dies they go to Hades. Unless they make some kind of undeniable mark in the world everyone goes to Hades.

If you were a famous and exceptional human that changed the world in a positive way you'd go to Elysium but you purposefully had to do something so extraordinary your legacy and name became well known because according to the Elysium wiki, in the beginning "only mortals related to the gods and other heroes could be admitted past the river Styx. Later, the conception of who could enter was expanded to include those chosen by the gods, the righteous, and the heroic." (LINK) The ancient Greeks believed the gods were in charge of giving people fame because those who were famous were often related to the gods (for example: people believed Pythagoras (the one that the Pythagorean theorem is named after) was either the son of Apollo, or Apollo himself: (LINK)

Tartarus is strictly for gods and humans can't go there but the worst humans are still punished by Hades as shown in the myths of Sisyphus (LINK) and Tantalus (LINK) but you have to royally eff up. You have to do it on purpose like enacting laws that target vulnerable people (both Sisyphus and Tantalus were kings and politically involved) or commiting mass genocide as examples of the severity I'm talking about. These are crimes against humanity you cannot accidentally do, they involve terrible deeds that are premeditated with the intent of destroying the lives of innocent people.

But if my main problem is the concept of Heaven/Hell, why am I bringing up Elysium, Hades and Tartarus, concepts that influenced how Heaven and Hell work? (LINK)

Because unless you choose to dedicate your life, time and energy and become famous for making an undeniable mark in history (an effort that isn't just you doing normal good deeds or making mistakes you later regret but actually dedicating your life and becoming well known for your efforts like activist Greta Thunberg, or purposefully hurting innocent people like serial killer Ted Bundy) everyone else goes to Hades and I love that because when I work with my gods I may not get automatic access to Elysium but there is no threat of eternal punishment either.

Which means I interact with my gods because I want to!

Not because I'll be rewarded or punished but because I want to interact with them and develop a genuine connection with them! There's no condition of me needing to convert others, in fact I don't even have to tell people I believe in them! (the gods understand the world can be a dangerous place for their followers due to the many religious wars and religious politicians in power).

I'm not required to talk about them! I'm not even required to keep this blog but I do it because I genuinely love them and I love talking about them! I've even changed majors mid semester in order to dedicate my life to learning about them. I'm studying to become an archeologist who specializes in the ancient Greek religion in order to make that information more accessible to Hellenic Polytheists and anyone else interested in the gods. I don't do it so the gods will reward me because I don't need them to, they will be just as happy if I delete this blog, quit my career and go about my day living my life. I do it because I love learning about the gods and I want to share the information I learned in case it helps those that are interested learn more about their gods too!

I've even made it my mission on Tumblr to share what I've learned about the gods to hopefully help others connect with their gods more easily especially for those who are having trouble connecting with them. And this was all unprompted. The gods literally had nothing to do with this. It was my own choice because there is a specific god I sometimes have trouble connecting with due to varying factors and it makes me feel awful when I can't connect with him, especially when I need his guidance the most so I want to help others avoid experiencing that feeling by letting them know they're not alone and helping them figure out what's blocking their connection because it can be a miserable experience.

My favorite part about a lack of reward and punishment is having the confidence to say I seek the gods because I want to seek the gods.

I walk with the gods because I want to walk with the gods. This is my will, my choice, and mine alone. No one is forcing me to do it and there isn't some big prize at the end if I do, I can stop anytime I want and nothing will happen. I have made an independent choice to seek the gods, meet them and got to know them and I can genuinely say I love them more than I ever thought was possible. I do.

I love my gods.

[pollespiders]

puppy habit will save me. headcanons for younger habit + truebody hcs vvvvv

how i think it actually went:

he started as a concept. a manifestation of badness. human badness, specifically, but no person on earth has the same idea of badness. his original state of being was just formless hate and violence and all bad things, he could still possess people but as more of an influence

as humans as a species knit into something more sentient than animals, so did he, and soon he wasnt just "people doing bad things" but "a thing making people do bad". he started having his own voice, forming his own personality, and channeling through people became more like possession and less like persuasion

he was still formless for a while, but as religions formed and people started placing blame on certain creatures for bad actions, habit latched on. he liked the idea of something monstrous, something scary. he took inspiration from humans' natural fears, predators in the wild, and their manmade fears, chimeras and gods and the like

his own form couldnt materialize. he could imagine it, and he could feel it in the way that amputees feel their limbs. he had his own body, it just didnt exist. and then he gets his candleverse and he can do whatever in there and he exists as a big, shifting monstrosity

he didnt have a solid pick of what animals he wanted to appear as, at first. a lot of things were cycled through. pure animals, hybrids, original creatures. he tried being specific things like a gargoyle. nothing felt right

eventually he settled on dog. wolf. twisting humans' pets into something sick, and taking the animalistic nature of humans and turning it into something familiar. cute! but dogs on their own arent scary. so he got big and bipedal, and he added a spider. but it felt bland. so he kept adding and changing things about himself until he had traits of many animals but a commitment to very few

couple hundred years after he formed he was a being. couple hundred years after that he was a creature. couple thousand years worth of work and he was his own creature

i like to think its still a work in progress. when he gets bored he changes things about himself. mostly his boredom is solved through his violence, but sometimes he'll change the structure of his body. the spikes on him change places. the anatomy of his legs change. his tails split. etc. i think every iteration has had its own habit

if habit were born as he is and aged:

i yhink full grown habit is like 8 feet (can change at will, this is base) so newborn habit would probably be the size of someones hand, ish. he grew quickly and was full size within like probably ten years

i think hed be a skrunkly little thing. ugly as shit. i think his spider legs wouldve been awkwardly always extended, sticking almost straight out most of the time. his paws were too big for him and he walked on all fours all the time and would stumble a lot because hes not perfectly quadrepedal.

i think his colors wouldve been a lot more muted. the purple was something he grew into, he was born as mostly a light grey and a pale tan color. his eyes were teal at first, and all the same color. only when he grew up did they vary

he was just as hostile and mean and a little less sentient. i dont think he was ever mentally very babyish, just physically tiny and a lot less disciplined. killed on impulse a lot more, cared more for the kill than the build up

he liked to feel above people so u could frequently look up and see a little baby idiot sitting in a tree staring at you

he took down prey much bigger than him, he was still killing adult people when he was the size of a chihuahua

sometimes when hes feeling vulnerable he will go back to his puppy size. this, to him, is different than being spider size, even if theyre relatively the same. its more about mindset

his fur was really soft as a baby. now he just has soft ears. average dog moment

he would sleep a lot more as a puppy. a growing boy needs his rest! no longer growing = no longer needs rest so he doesnt sleep much now

[amazon160]

M.X.E.S. x Reader Headcanons 👾🐇💙

NO ONE IS WRITING ABOUT THIS GUY WHAT THE HECK

Anyways.

-he’s always been a guard dog of some sorts

-so when you first entered the security system his red flags and alarms all went off at once

-he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere near the security systems, and he wouldn’t think twice about it

-in this scenario, you were just a technician trying to do your job. You manually shut down all the animatronics to reboot some systems and stumbled across M.X.E.S.

-M.X.E.S. was shocked when you didn’t try hacking into the system like someone that he was dealing with would usually do

-you found that the M.X.E.S. PROGRAM ran a lot more smoothly and broadly than the security you usually used, so you decided to use it more often to access the Pizzaplex more smoothly

-so you paid the M.X.E.S. character more visits

-he eventually got closer and closer to you until he was able to snoop around what you were doing and kind of (?) interact with you

-the guard dog personality wore down over time

-time skip, and you’re finding yourself seeing M.X.E.S. far more often than you expected

-remember that little chip Helpi puts in so you can see him in the real world? That’s basically what happens

-you can see M.X.E.S. in the real world, spawning wherever (the con is that no one else can see him), and he’s even gotten access to your electronics.

-so when the chip is out, you can see him on or through the camera of your phone and computer

-you’d uncovered this “sassy” side to M.X.E.S. you liked to make fun of

-he enjoyed your company and perhaps grew a bit too attached to, or maybe obsessed, with you

-your dynamic was resemblant of the “guard dog” kind of persona M.X.E.S. had, but instead he tried his best to advise your actions and keep ANYTHING harmful away from you

-luckily for him, he has learned how to hijack different technologies

-and technology is everywhere these days…

-it makes it very easy for him to influence a target

-because you work at the Pizzaplex, M.X.E.S. really takes care to try and communicate better with you while you’re there

-he can only actually touch you in the AR world now, somewhere you can only be during your shift

-sometimes he’ll send more specific messages to you through the Daycare attendant. Whichever side of it isn’t active with the kids is usually active in the AR world, so most of the times a chilled out Moon will send messages

-M.X.E.S. doesn’t like Moon and Monty all that much specifically. There’s something wrong with them….

-your relationship was platonic for a while…until Moon gave you a rather specific message.

-“He was saying, ‘make sure you get to Roxy especially this weekend. Her AI’s been acting up and I think there’s a lack of power getting into her systems.’ Blah, blah, blah. Sap, sap, sap. Sappy. He saps over you a LOT. He’s such a simp. I’m the only one who can hear him, thank GOODNESS.”

-you noticed M.X.E.S. was being a little more touchy whenever he could in the AR world.

-you didn’t really mind, you knew some friends that were like that

-after a long while of going along with this, you finally recognized his attachment to you and realized you’d been starting to develop a crush on the rabbit yourself

-it sounded insane. YOU sounded insane. But it was something that you just couldn’t really help at this point

-one day you entered the system to play around with Sun and Moon’s systems, to Sun’s discontent.

-you paid extra detail to ignore M.X.E.S.

-you watched as his demeanor changed from the intimidating guard dog to a sad puppy following you around

-his facial expression practically begged for attention

-you finally acknowledged him at the end of your shift. Just before you took the mask off, you motioned for him to lean down. He happily obliged, content that you were giving him some attention now. You took his head by his jaw and pressed a small kiss against his nose. One hand went up to stroke one of his ears lightly, quickly.

-you backed away because his arms were sparking more electricity than normal

-you gave a small wave then left the AR world, leaving a sad looking M.X.E.S. icon on the corner of your phone’s home screen

-no worries, you would make it up to him the next shift you had with him.

[bengiyo]

My Love Mix Up TH Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last week, the class organized to put on a Thai version of Cinderella for their school. Atom wanted to help Mudmee get closer to Kongthap, so he volunteered Kongthap to be part of the stage design team, but got himself volunteered as well. Half accidentally interfered with his efforts, and Atom grew to appreciate Kongthap even more. When the lead actors got sick, Mudmee and Kongthap were assigned to play the leads despite Atom volunteering. Later, when Mudmee got stage fright, Atom took to the stage instead. They pulled off the play, but some boys in their class teased Atom about possibly liking Kongthap. Kongthap defended Atom before the class was shuffled out of the room. Atom confessed his feelings for Kongthap to Mudmee, who revealed that she likes Half (Half and Kongthap have similar names), and she has asserted her enthusiastic support to help Atom.

Poor Half has no idea what’s going on.

I do like Mudmee telling Atom to kill the homophobe in his head.

Oh interesting. I wasn’t expecting them to return to the eraser like this.

When I was a teacher, I would help study groups form if I knew certain students were nursing crushes just to give them a nudge.

I gotta do some more looking at modern Thai home design, because I’ve been seeing patterns for years, and I’m curious about their goals with the designs they’ve been using.

Fourth is generally frightened of animals. Look at him working with a cat so we can get the ad in.

I do like Chokun as Half. He’s got the right level of playful, I think.

I like the specifics of the way the Mudmee crush. I get feeling warmly about someone who was kind to you when it didn’t really benefit them to do so.

Those glamour shots of Half putting on his gloves were so thirsty.

Oh, Kongthap, you can’t just casually drop that you think about this boy all day. He’s going to be a wreck.

Oh, Atom, you’re gonna struggle in this situationship if you can’t handle an undefined existence.

Half is finally in the know. Finally, we have an action-oriented character involved in the situation.

“If you like my ornaments, you should see my box” UM, Y’ALL.

Ah yes. Here we go with Chekhov’s guitar. There was no way we were going to miss an opportunity to sell another song.

Oh ho. A sleepover.

3/3 of Fourth’s BL characters having missing fathers.

Interesting that we got to see both moms this episode, and both are dealing with difficulties around their husbands not being around.

Oh interesting. They decided to cliffhanger on the roof clearing of the misunderstanding.

Oh good! I’ll get to see Aungpao again next week.

Kieta Hatsukoi Comparison Thoughts: I kinda wish they’d lingered a little longer on the crush reveals. I enjoyed the original beat of Aoki and Hashimoto bonding over having a mutual crush and recognizing that they might be competing for the same boy’s affections. It’s a touching bit that supports the bisexual awakening and coming out aspects. I like that her acceptance of Aoki and reassurance comes before and after knowing that they like different people. I also think that sometimes the Thai shots might be too wide and at wrong angles. I think that too many of the studying shots were not at the same level of the seated characters. I do like what Fourth is trying with comedy, even though it’s not his strongest skill. Kinda wish they’d let Gem seem more fond though. Curious if they incorporate the trash scene next week.

[juuheizou]

What do you think of Suzumutsu quiet moments? I often watch blogs that mainly show the household component, comfort and coziness. I would like to hear the headcounts on their quiet time together.

Perhaps I would like to read about how they support each other in difficult moments. Thanks♥️

Hi friend!!!! You're so welcome haha talking about suzumutsu is one of my favorite things. I'm not sure if you're asking for something *different* from the domestic stuff you normally follow or asking for more domestic stuff, so I decided to just talk about both haha (cut is just because the answer is on the long side, just fluff today)

Domestic suzumutsu moments:

although Suzuya will shake it up with a fun game or even something as random as making a cat's cradle or seeing if they can fit into his oversized pyjamas together if he spots an opportunity, they do make the most of any chance they get to cuddle and watch a movie or nap together with their three cats.

Suzuya has a lot of little crafty hobbies he likes to tinker with and Mutsuki enjoys just watching him work on a lazy afternoon.

Mutsuki is not at all the caliber of bookworm Kaneki is but he does like a cup of coffee and a good book, and Suzuya likes to go 'whatcha reading, whatcha reading??' until starts reading it aloud and Suzuya will close his eyes and listen to Mutsuki's soothing voice.

Suzuya likes watching Saturday (or whatever day he happens to have free) morning cartoons in his pyjamas with a bowl of sugary cereal and while he was hesitant at first, Mutsuki gets into the ritual as well

Quiet moments outside the home:

there's no logical reason why ghoul investigating wouldn't be as variable as any other frontline profession that deals with actual life-and-death emergencies. Sometimes you respond to a call or otherwise go out into the field and it's more uneventful than you expect or shift work at the office is more slowly muddling through research than exciting breaks in a case.

I can definitely see them catching up over coffee in the break room on one of those slower days, Suzuya talking animatedly about his day and what he had for lunch and the funny thing Hanbee did while Mutsuki just nods and can't stop thinking about how fond he is of Suzuya.

Maybe even stealing away to a quick lunch or just a walk around the building together if there's time-- Suzuya has all kinds of favorite places to stretch his legs when he can't think at his desk and Mutsuki appreciates the Suzu Therapy as much as Sunshine Therapy for himself.

Also I think they keep doing knife training even when it's more for general improvement of skills (and quality time together) than preparing for a specific op, and after a brutal set of drills Suzuya made up they'll just lie on the mat together until Mutsuki can feel his limbs again.

Supporting each other in hard times:

Suzuya is a 'take it apart and fix it' person whenever something is wrong, sometimes to a fault that tests even Mutsuki's vast amount of patience with people. Sometimes it comes off as insensitive because he doesn't mince words when it comes to problems or really believe in crying over spilled milk and sometimes people need a solution less than they need someone to cry with them. But they grew close because Suzuya stuck his hand in the fire for Mutsuki and he continues to do that in their relationship. He will stay up until 3am helping finish the report Mutsuki took home and fell asleep working on, confront the commanding investigator Mutsuki is scared to talk to about a good idea and scare them back, and take his chances with an uncharacteristically impatient, snippy Mutsuki to hold his hand, try to dissect what's going on and how he can fix it, and try so hard to cheer him up

Mutsuki is a little more gentle and behind-the-scenes about it, but he picks up on how actions speak louder than words to Suzuya and extends the same tangible support to him. Although he has gotten his shit a lot more together over the timeskip and they're moments as opposed to his normal, Suzuya still has his moments where his 'bad place' makes berserk fourth frame Urie look sweet and cuddly, and Mutsuki, even if that side of Suzuya does manage to scare him for a moment, is first and foremost worried about someone who is clearly hurting and the reaction he leads with on the outside is always 'how can I help?' For him it's more of a heavy blanket, a hot drink, and a reminder he isn't alone in private more than something as bold as glaring down Matsuri at a meeting, but he does try to speak Suzuya's language of support.