#doll family a bibi

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I finally managed to find a mink fabric in ivory/white so I was able to redo the bodies or the various tails I've made for my dolls.

For most I only had to swap the fabric of the tails' bodies, but for Lily's tail I had to redo the whole thing. I'd originally used way too thin wire for hers and I'd constructed it weirdly. No matter, after a multitude of tails made, I knew how to make a new tail, and fast. Amazing what trial and error plus experience does for skill.

All the tails are fully poseable, and attach by magnet to dolls. Most of them do not have embedded magnets, so I used some masking/painters tape to attach them under the clothing to the resin. Only Jamil (black tailed unicorn) has embedded magnets for the tail he came with, which made my life easier, heh.

The tails are constructed from aluminum armature wire, strong magnets, masking/painters tape, and the tail tips are tibetan lambskin mohair on the pelt still. Though Rose and Amethyst's tails have fake fur for their tiny tail tips.

Dolls are as follows:

Liam: Soom SG Chrom on DFA 65cm boy body with Soom Chrom fantasy legs from the knees down

Lily: Loongsoul ShenLuo Western White Tiger version

Celicon: Kana Dolls No.8 Lucien on Soom SG Heliot body

Jamil: Soom SG Heliot on a Dream Valley Apocalypse Horseman body

Amethyst & Rose: Doll Family-A BiBi twins

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Baby pt. 8 - The Playdate

Cw: restraints, mentions of attempted noncon drugging, mentions of implied death

Whumpee and the other captive looked at each other with different emotions. Whumpee looked at their new ���friend” in fear and sadness while Whumpee 2 looked at their new “friend” with relief. They were no longer suffering alone.

Speaking in hushed tones once ZaZa stepped back to the other Whumpers, the whumpees introduced themselves. ‘Quietly,’ Whumpee 2 warned, ‘or NiNi and Ama would punish them and no doubt BiBi and ZaZa as well.’

“How long have you been here for?” Whumpee whispered. “Long enough for your parents to go through two. But the second one didn’t last long before they, um.” Whumpee 2 stopped and looked down.

“Before they what?”

Silence.

“Before they what?!” Whumpee shrilled, drawing the attention of the parents.

“Are you two ok over there?” NiNi asked pointedly.

Whumpee 2 shot daggers at Whumpee for gaining the Whumpers’ attention before smiling and waving a doll at them.

NiNi got up and entered the play area. They crouched down and said to their Whumpee “if I think anything is fishy, you’re going in time out. Ok, pumpkin?” Before roughly patting Whumpee 2’s head and rejoining the group.

Whumpee 2 paled at the threat and shot their head down.

Looking around to make sure they were not being listened to, Whumpee asked “what’s time out and why is it bad?”

“How do you not know what time out is? Haven’t you struggled at all against them?”

“Well, yeah, but they drug me when I do.”

“Oh. I get locked in a room with no food for an unknown amount of time until they decide I can be a part of the family again. NiNi and Ama like the natural route of parenthood.”

“The natural route of parenthood is starving your child until they’re too weak to fight back?”

“Ya I guess.”

For the rest of their time, Whumpee quietly asked questions and they both shared what their lives were like before this.

They sat in silence for a few minutes mulling over what their life was now until interrupted by the parents. “Hi little ones! Did you have fun?” Whumpee 2 smiled and nodded but all Whumpee could muster was bringing their eyes to meet their captors before bursting into tears.

“Aww I know you don’t want the play date to end, but don’t worry, we’ll come over again!” BiBi shushed as ZaZa pulled out the eye drops.

Whumpee could not be calmed enough to take the drops and because they were away from home, they had limited options for subduing the baby so looking to NiNi and Ama for help, the more experienced parents brought them a Velcro swaddle to tighten around the newer baby to calm them or at the very least, keep them restrained.

Whumpee was too distraught to try and fight the four pairs of hands that carefully controlled them and wrapped them tight in a blanket that fastened together on the edges so they couldn’t escape.

This is it. This is my life. And for the first time, Whumpee truly believed it.

@eatyourdamnpears @whump-on-a-log

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Cute character questions for my dearly beloved Yasmin? 💚

Ah yes, my sophisticated queen. Thank you Fae! Tagging @ginger-grimm and @dancingsunflowers-ocs because they love her too

The Basics

Name: Yasmin Ahmad

Age: 15 at the start of s1 of Glee

Zodiac Sign: libra

One Good Trait: she has incredible focus, which helps her to look at both sides of a situation unbiased

One Bad Trait: she has a bit of a temper (whenever she loses it, people are legit terrified)

Habits

One Bad Habit: chewing on pencil erasers whenever she’s nervous

One Good Habit: she’s very well-organized from her room down to her pencil case

One Habit They Can’t Break: the chewing on pencil erasers (she’s tried, but it always school-related, which makes it hard to break)

One They’ve Broken: when she was in elementary school, she learned the hard way that being disorganized will lead to unfortunate consequences

What They’re Afraid Of: always being known as “the rich girl” or being used for her family’s money

Family

Their Parents’ Names: Zarir and Esther Ahmad

Their Siblings’ Names: she’s an only child

Favorite Childhood Memory: learning how to make bastani (persian ice cream) with her bibi (grandma)

Favorite Childhood Toy: her princess jasmine doll

Embarrassing Story: she mispronounced fettuccine at a business dinner for her father around the age of 9 (everyone thought it was cute, but Yasmin wanted to burst into tears from the embarrassment)

Favorite Family Member: her father

A Story About That Family Member: when yasmin was about to be born, her father was about to leave for an embassy trip to iran (luckily, he hadn’t got on the plane yet)

What They Prefer

coffee or tea

showering in the day or night

taking baths or showers

tv or movies

writing or reading

platonic or romantic love

iced tea or lemonade

ice cream or smoothies

cupcakes or cake

beach or mountains

Favorites

Song: i want everything by Hope 7

Band: hope 7

Outfit: turquoise blue blazer with a white ribbed turtleneck, high waisted jeans, a necklace given to her by her mother, her favorite watch and white tennis shoes

Place: her paternal grandparents’ house in iran

Memory: performing with cherry bomb for the first time at a local club in lima

Person(s): Ruby Hamada, Drew Hamada, and Artie Abrams

Movie: casablanca

Show: degrassi

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How It Came that Malakh HaMaveat Took a Wife, or Dumah Catches Feels and Things End... Meh

The Malach HaMavet used to frequent Rav Bibi bar Abaye. He said to his messenger, “Bring me Miriam the hairdresser.”

He went and brought him Miriam, a children’s nurse.

“I told you Miriam the hairdresser!”

He answered, “Then I will return her.”

He said, “Since you have brought her, let her be added. But how were you able to take her [before her time]?”

“She was holding a shovel in her hand and was heating and raking an oven. She put it on her foot and burnt herself, damaging her mazel, so I brought her.”

Rav Bibi bar Abaye asked him: “Do you have permission to do that?”

He answered: “Is it not written: ‘There are those taken away without justice’?”

He countered: “But it says, ‘One generation passes away, and another generation comes!��� (Koheles 1:4)”

So, he explained: “I have charge of them until they have completed the generation, and then I hand them over to Dumah!”

He asked, “In the end, what will you do with her [missing] years?”

He said: “If there is a Rabbinic scholar who overlooks things,

I will give them to him in her place.” (Chagigah 4b)

I was not meant to be the wife of man. In the little shtetl of Bethel, in the frosty rime of Karelia, I was born to a shoemaker and weaver, the only daughter of their long, treasured marriage. Miriam Dumah, my birthright of mud.

They said our family was named after the silence of my father’s footsteps and his handicraft shoes (as soft as a whisper). But truly, did that not mark me for Malakh HaMavet from the beginning?

My mother, Bluma, and father, Iosif, had prayed at the synagogue day and night for twelve years for a child. I was nothing short of a miracle in Bluma’s 32nd year.

G-d reached deep into Bluma’s womb, plucked me out like a swimming fish. My hair was full when I was born, like an ink stain, darker than Bluma’s blonde locks and Iosif’s red beard. They named me Miriam after the prophetess sister of Moshe.

I opened wide blue eyes, the color of cornflower in the weeds, and I saw him. I know babies do not have much form or memories, but I remember it all like a Sabbath prayer:

Malakh HaMavet, standing over Bluma’s breast as I nursed. Malakh HaMavet took his gray, ridged finger, and uttered a “shush” at me that shut me up for good.

I did not speak much, growing up. Weaving took up most of my days. Fetching water at the well like Rachel. Making Sabbath challah, trying to not eat gefiltefish on Passover.

Playing with the girlchildren, especially Lilah - the seamstress’s final daughter - was my only escape. I was also taught to read.

Lilah envied the dolls papa Iosif bought for me, made of fine china bones and cloth, and hers made only of straw. Karelia was old, and cold, in those days, and what little we had, the shoemaker could afford for his quiet, gloomy daughter.

The Russian goyim paid much for Iosif’s shoes. Patent leather. Said to be silent. “Dumah.” Good for walking the streets at night. And always, when I fell asleep in my attic room, atop the straw bale mattress, there waited Malakh HaMavet standing at the foot of my bed, his yellow eyes and gall-laden sword balanced like an acrobat.

(I liked to go to the circus, it was true. Sometimes, I thought my punishing angel was a dancer).

As it is said: The Angel of Death Slays, And Remains Justified.

“Shush,” Dumah said. That was his name, I learned at twelve, studying like usual. Of course, I didn’t dare tell anyone, least of all the rabbi, what I saw. But we learned psalms with our initials. For, when we Jews die, it is said Malakh HaMavet will ask us all our name. To prevent the great shaking of souls that happens before one enters Hazarmavet, Court of the Dead, and to make for a more peaceful transition, one must answer their name.

It is to save a soul, I suppose. But where we all went – well, the rabbis do not agree. Gehenna? Gan Eden? Reincarnation? Sheol? All I knew was, “Shush.”

“Mama, what is Hazarmavet?” I asked over weaving one day. We were making a tapestry of Milham, the Hol Bird, in the Immortal City of Luz.

Bluma sighed. “Tis where the dead dine, in a glade, by a river, sharing wine and meat in perfect silence. My, Miriam, why are you always so morbid? You are fifteen. Should not your mind be turned to pretty dresses?”

I looked over Bluma’s shoulder. Malakh HaMavet – Dumah – was knitting blue wool into a scarf. He took his knitting needles, clacked them under his dry lips like sand.

“Shush.”

“Yes, I would like a red dress, I suppose,” I sighed.

My Milham came out angry. What would a phoenix have to be angry about? Drowning in flames, to become a worm in Heliopolis.

I worked on the shamir next. Did the shamir come from the phoenix? Boring into Solomon’s temple with immortal strength. Perhaps this Dumah, my constant silent companion, knew Solomon. Had harvested his soul. Had played craps with Ashmedai as the demon prince fucked his way through Solomon’s harem while King Solomon wandered pantsless in exile. Men were like that, after all.

Mama bought me the red dress that night at the dressmaker’s shop. It made me bold.

I sat on my bed, attempting to play my fiddle. Malakh HaMavet stood at the end of the bed, his wings folded.

Dumah. Two Dumahs, one Death, one Life-in-Death. My black hair was braided back with a green ribbon like an apple. Malakh HaMavet had his taloned fingers in his ear holes. I could never see much, under his brown and white hood and tunic so dark, it looked like midnight.

I coughed. Dumah narrowed his yellow eyes.

“Shush!”

I lost it, for the first time in my life. The rosined bow screeched against my poor little fiddle. I set it down in anger. Never confront an angel, I had always thought. Dumah always carries his poisoned sword, for fuck’s sake. But I was bold that night. I was almost sixteen. Marriage would come at eighteen.

“Dumah,” I said, smoothing my skirts. I was angry, oh so angry at the matronly, schoolmarm angel who looked like death and decay, and always smelled of roses and rain.

Dumah raised his ridged, scaled eyebrows. His hair was a loose black braid, long to his waist, like sand. It shed sleep in amber dust.

“You talk to me, mortal?” Death’s voice was like a psalm.

I trembled. What? What was this sound? This sudden reckoning of an angel?

Oh, how beautiful. Like an organ. I always thought it would be wretched. It was full of terror, divinity, and was fully sublime.

“As I said. Shush.”

I steeled myself.

“No, Dumah, I will not in fact, ‘shush,’” I grunted. Then, the spirit that had Jael drive a tent spike through her angered enemy’s head overcame me.

I grabbed Dumah’s sword. It was light. The gall dripped. It stained the carpet in acid sizzles. I pointed it at him. “Answer me. Why do you follow me?”

Dumah narrowed his liquid yellow, pupiless, white-less eyes even more, to cat slits. He walked forward, touching the edge of the sword. “Why should I answer, Miriam Dumah, daughter of Bluma?”

“Because I am a godly woman, Dumah.”

He wrenched the sword from me in a single tear, then set it in his hilt. Dumah came close to me, so close, his amber hair’s sand dripped onto me, smelling of roses and ambergris. It melted like snow on my breasts, leaving no stains.

Gently, Dumah’s eyes widened, and he pushed my black hair behind my ear. I trembled, staring at his ghoulish face. “Again, Miriam. I say: Shush.”

“No! You follow me, everywhere. I keep your secrets, Malakh HaMavet. But it is not in G-d’s will for you to follow a young maiden. Always at her side. Tis preternatural.”

I could feel the Gehenna flame that radiated from the pitiless angel. Without speaking, he picked up the fiddle, then played a reel and jig that made me cry. I could not help but dance, dance, spin. Silence fell over the whole world, frozen, as Dumah – my Dumah –  played the Dance of the Dead.

Only Death and I were alive. For the first time in my life, his hood fell from his head. He was beautiful. He looked monstrous. There were tears in his eyes.

Dumah set the fiddle down. The pall on the world lifted. I smelled tea in the kitchen.

He bowed. Then, stood straight. “You are a godly woman, Miriam. You are right. It is best I go.”

With that, he vanished.

I felt like my shadow had been torn from me.

That night, for the first time in a long while, I cried.

I never touched the fiddle again.

No man would marry me. I got offers. Dozens. But each fell ill like Sarai’s suitors, and it was rumored I was haunted by Ashmedai, each suitor of mine sickening until they withdrew their proposal. Then, the rosy blush returned to his pale cheek.

The rabbi proclaimed: This girl is chosen by G-d. The Dumahs are righteous people.

But the people spoke: tis a demon. She’s haunted.

The Dumahs had a good reputation. Papa and mama’s business got even more popular as they had customers come to gawk at the beautiful, slender girl that looked like Naamah. My limbs lengthened, my skin paled, my eyes lightened in blue to a ghostly shade. It was like I was dying alive.

Life-in-Death. Dumah’s twin.

And always, a pink luscious shade to my lips, like pomegranates. And rosy tints to my cheeks.

I took work as a nurse, far away from my shtetl of Bethel. I was twenty-seven, far past marriageable age. The customers had stopped gawking. At night, I never saw Malakh HaMavet.

But I always felt him next to me, breathing hot fire over my shoulder.

“Shush.”

St. Petersburg had drinks I could get lost in. I worked for a minor lord. A count with thirteen children, who was jolly and kind, who did not care where I had come from. He paid for my training to be a governess. The count gave French green chartreuse as a present to me each month, and more coin then I knew what to do with. I had a good life. I wrote to Lilah, wrote to Bluma, sent gifts of fine cologne to Iosif.

I missed Bethel, but not much. The count’s children adored me.

But I knew it would end, one day, when I burned my feet on hot coal. Sweat. Fever. Laid up in bed. My charges weeping.

“Tis only a little wound, my sweetling,” I cheered them, through the sweat of my fever. The count’s eldest, a nineteen-year-old child, professed his undying love to me, marriage.

“I cannot be without you, Miriam.”

“Do not say such a cursed thing, Peter. Shush.”

Peter fell ill. He died. I was cast out. They blamed me. Somehow, in their rage.

I took my bottles of green chartreuse, paid for a tenement hall.

Shush, the walls said.

Shush.

When I died, it was not remarkable.

Except, there was, as always, Death. At every undug grave.

At everyone’s passing, Malakh HaMavet. Mine was no exception.

“What is your name?” Dumah asked.

I remembered the psalm verse cypher. Answered correctly.

Dumah smiled. He kissed me. It tasted like sand.

“Once, dearest Miriam, my brother Samael bargained your life for a rabbi's from hundreds of years ago. It was so long before you were born. I tried to care for you best as I could. Samael said he would mind you in the in-between, but like Eve, Ha Satan abandons his projects. That is why I said “shush.” Because, to speak, is to attract his attention. And I wanted you all to myself.”

I looked down at my body as Dumah lifted me into the stars. “Will I miss it, Dumah?”

“Where we are going is beauty, Miriam. You will receive your loved ones and friends in my palace, in time.”

My heart softened. I remembered how Dumah played the fiddle. So sweet. I cried. “And the boys that fell ill?”

“Samael’s doing.”

“And the shushes?”

“Silence is the same as love, Miriam. It is the way hearts speak. Silence, like a kiss, carries the sacred.”

Dumah’s body was a puzzle. I put the pieces together. He devoured me with kisses. He was gentle on our wedding night. Michael married us. I was now transformed. An angel of death as well.

My life unfurls like seven pomegranate seeds. Miriam, the nursemaid, who was born into silence.

Now, I can speak. Now, my husband loves me. I got my revenge on Samael. It was easy enough to deceive Ha Satan. He thirsts after forbidden fruit, after all, and Dumah is lord of those groves.

We have children. In Gan Eden. We have pets. I am happy. I braid challah.

The Angel of Death, where he strikes. Is Justified.

Shush, I tell Rachel my baby daughter, singing B’shem HaShem to her to coax her to sleep as Dumah fiddles.

Shush.

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These 2 Doll Family-A BiBi twins belong to me, they are the daughters of two of my other dolls. I do enjoy how they turned out, though I still struggle with painting white eyebrows and having them look natural...

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

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Another thrifted doll dress to mess with (instead of finishing my own oodles of wips lol ...) I honestly didn't change a lot; I just took it in, relocated the big bow, made a different collar, and added buttons. I still wonder if it's too puffy on her... (it fits taller yosds better but blue is her color!) is the bodice lace too big? or maybe just the sleeves are too big? Am I just over-thinking? 🤔 altering satin is suuuch a pain, so I haven't decided if I'll change anything else or just leave it.

(An aside: One day I'll get her the right pixie wig)

[daily-nicotine]

I gave Nozomi, Eli, Nico and Maki, cause can't separate those two. Honoka just burned down half of their kitchen after leaving to take a nap in the middle of making everyone a grilled cheese burned down most of the kitchen and part of the bedroom right next to it, along with Nico's bed. Umi is in quite a bit of trouble I left her and some others alone for a while unsupervised while I was making Nico improve some skills, and Hanayo started flirting with Umi even though pana was married to Rin.

your days are numbered, sonoda

[megumisbimbo]

- Twelve -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

taglist: @aspenss @kitkozume @vanilnya20 @micheleinumaki @yuuji-supremacy @tobi—o

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

kazino - BIBI

— kazino - BIBI —

A grueling month of training and preparation passes. Megumi’s confession weighing heavy on your mind everyday. Practices with him became easier as you managed to grasp the movements and techniques Maki diligently taught you. You couldn’t thank her enough for making you stronger. You’re reminded of the compliment she gave you, your natural strength refined through her regiments. You didn’t feel ready for the Kyoto exchange, but Megumi’s encouragement made you feel slightly more secure in your ability.

“Don’t worry love, as long as we have you as defense we won’t lose.” He says, his bright eyes full of love and a small smile playing across his slightly blushed face.

His comfort around you has grown, the small touches he used to give turning into tight embraces and short pecks. Thought Megumi doesn’t particularly mind displaying his affection publicly, he treasures the moments he has alone with you. Your soft hand that lands on his cheek, stroking it gently. Your chapstick covered lips meeting his, the scent of cherries filling his nose. You were everything and more to Megumi. He couldn’t lose you, like he lost Yuuji. Yuuji’s death haunted Megumi, the thought of not being able to protect those he cared about when they need him most. But you gave him purpose, a reason to get stronger, a reason to be prepared for an unwanted next time. He was sure the Kyoto exchange would display his improvement, but he was just as eager to see yours. The Kyoto students would not go easy on either of you, and you both knew that, but you were prepared.

With Megumi’s hand in yours, you make your way to the front of the school where Maki, Panda and Inumaki were standing.

“Well hello lovebirds, glad you could join us.” Maki says with a proud smirk.

“You nervous y/n?” Panda asks, sensing your apprehension.

“A bit...but I’m ok.”

You wrap your self around Megumi’s arm burying half your face in his shoulder.

“Why is everyone empty handed?!” Nobara asks, her suitcase and backpack by her side.

“Why do you have your luggage?” Panda asks.

“We’re going to Kyoto right? For the goodwill event IN Kyoto?”

“The goodwill event WITH Kyoto...in Tokyo.”

“YOU’RE JOKING!”

“So that’s why our conversations have been off...”

You giggle at Nobara’s comical misunderstanding.

“Oi..they’re here.”

A group of students around your age walks towards you, each looking more intimidating than the other. Your grip on Megumi’s arm tightened. Noticing your nervous behavior, he interlocks his fingers with yours and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll be ok.” He says, a soft whisper of reassurance making you feel a bit stronger. You had worked hard for this moment, Maki had worked you hard for this moment. There’s no way you could run away now.

“Is this a welcome party?..gross.”

“I don’t see Okkotsu.”

“Would you forget about Okkotsu. Isn’t it too much of a handicap taking on two first years and a newbie with no cursed energy.” The tall robot looking sorcerer, Megumi referred to as Mechamaru says.

“That is irrelevant when it comes to jujutsu sorcery. Especially with Fushiguro, he is a Zen’in after all. I’d say he’s more reliable than the head of the family.”

Your eyes fall on the raven haired boy. His teeth gritted at the sound of being called a Zen’in. You didn’t know much about the Zen’in clan, but you did know Megumi wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hey now! No fighting. Now..where is that idio-“

The Kyoto sensei’s words are cut off as her eyes fall on your shrunken form.

“y/n?...” She asks, her eyes fixated on the familiar glint in yours.

“Um...yes?”

“You look just like her...”

“Sorry?...her?”

Your small exchange is interrupted by Gojo’s loud voice making his presence known.

“HERE I AM!”

He wheels in a large box filled with who knows what. You give Megumi a puzzled look only to receive a shrug in response.

“Looks like everyone’s here! I was actually on a business trip overseas, and I brought some souvenirs for you all!! Not you Utahime!” Gojo-sensei says as he hands out a small tribal doll to the students from Kyoto.

“And for the Tokyo kids!”

The large box pops open startling both you and Megumi. The open box reveals something you could have only dreamt about. Or at least you thought it would only have been a dream.

“It’s the dearly departed Itadori Yuuji!!”

“Ha Gotcha!!”

Your e/c eyes fill with tears as you stare at the face of your apparently alive friend. You thought you would never see him again. You had suffered through months of tears, months of sitting in your bed refusing to eat or drink. Months of being in Megumi’s arms sobbing into the collar of his cotton t-shirt. How could he be here? This must be a sick dream. But the way Megumi clings to you, the harsh grip he has on your hand, proves that this is no dream. Yuuji was in fact, standing in front of you alive and well.

“...how..” You utter, the tears collecting on your lash line refusing to fall.

“Sensei! They don’t looks happy at all!” Yuuji blares, the familiar voice sending chills up and down your spine.

Megumi’s hand loosens slightly as he guides you toward the box Yuuji was still standing in. Nobara kicks the box slightly startling the pink haired boy.

“You got anything to say?” She asks, small tears collecting in her eyes as well.

“Uhhh sorry for not telling you I was alive?”

“Yeah you should be sorry..” You say, your voice shaky but threatening.

“Y/n I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Yuuji, do you know how long I cried, how painful it was to be reminded every day that I’d never get to see you again. But here you are!! Just fine!! Nothing wrong at all! I understand how it would be dangerous to tell everyone...but me? Why couldn’t you have just told me? Just given me an ounce of relief? How could you Yuuji..” You turn your face onto Megumi’s arm, the sleeve of his jacket collecting the tears that never fell. Megumi’s hand comes to your head stroking the top lovingly.

“Y/n..there wasn’t a day that went by...that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so much, I really did. I had to keep it a secret..you know I would have run to you if I could..you know that right?”

“I don’t really know anything right now.” You say, your hand slipping out of Megumi’s as you walk away from the trio.

What were you supposed to think? Suddenly your best friend is back..the Kyoto sensei giving you weird looks and saying you remind her of...her? Who’s she? How were you supposed to feel. This was all just too much for one day. You contemplated dropping out of the exchange, curling up in your bed and sleeping the awful moment away...but something in you refused. You knew, Yuuji would never purposefully hurt you, not after what you two had been through. You will stay, you will fight, and you will find the answers. Nothing can stop you now. Not when you’ve worked this hard. This isn’t for Yuuji anymore, not even for Megumi. This is for you, only you, and you were gonna make that obvious.

a/n: wow…that took so long to put out omg. but there it is you guys !! the first part of the series is over ! i might just revisit this because i left it on a cliffhanger and i have so many more ideas about this book but for now here you go ! thank you so much for sticking with me for so long and i apologize for the lack of updates towards the end. i love you all so much <3

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

(Crown) THAT FAMILY PIC WITH BUZZ AND HIS SIBS IS SO CUTE WAAAAA,,, its so perfect and I LOVE how much character you give Buzz and his sibs,, its Amazing and I Love It So Much,, plus bees go brbrbrbrbrr... all in all 10/10, would bee again.

I just had to make sure all their names were picked with a reason!

Buzz is the sound a fully grown bee makes. Buzz is the oldest

Berry is the oldest stage of a plant. Berry is the oldest triplet

Blossom is the middle stage of a fruit bearing flower. Blossom is the middle child in both general and the triplets

Bibi means doll/toy. Bibi is also baby talk. For 9 years she was the baby of the family.

Buddy stems from the word 'bud' which is the youngest stage of a fruiting flower. Buddy is a brood, which is a baby bee

Cuz like, easily I could have picked the easiest first b-names I thought or or named the triplets generic girl names, but I REALLY wanted Buzz's sorta weird name to blend in. It's like how I've seen people who hc the Champ'd Up host [if they follow the hc that they're related] to be alongside Cookie's dessert name, like Gingersnap or [chocolate] Chip. Gotta keep Jackbox weird.

also designing children who are meant to exist in the 90s was fun

[yansi1923]

Imagine being through so much that you get named

'The Tragedy Queen'.

Meena Kumari (born Mahjabeen Bano; 1 August 1933 – 31 March 1972) was an Indian film actress and poet, who worked in Hindi films. Popularly known as The Tragedy Queen. She was active between 1939 and 1972. Kumari was described by critics as a "historically incomparable" actress of Hindi cinema. In a career spanning 33 years, she starred in about 92 films such as Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam, Pakeezah, Mere Apne, Aarti, Baiju Bawra, Parineeta, Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai, Foot Path, Dil Ek Mandir and Kaajal.

AKA Tragedy Queen, Manju, Meenaji, Chinese Doll, Female Guru Dutt, Cinderella of Indian films.

Three weeks after the release of Pakeezah, Meena Kumari became seriously ill. On 28 March 1972, she was admitted to St Elizabeth's Nursing Home.

She went into coma two days later and died shortly afterwards on 31 March 1972. She was 38 years old. The cause of her death was determined to be liver cirrhosis. As per her husband's wish, she was buried at Rehmatabad Cemetery, located at Narialwadi, Mazagaon, Mumbai. Kumari requested the following prose for her tombstone: "She ended life with a broken fiddle, with a broken song, with a broken heart, but not a single regret." As per his wish, upon his death on 11 February 1993 in Mumbai, her husband was buried next to her.

(My family says that I have got her eyes. Isn't she beautiful?)

[vertoludum]

i like old things. whenever i'm gifted with or buy something new, there's a period of getting acquainted with it, of wearing it down until it's familiar and safe. new objects are strangers, and i need to know them before i'm truly comfortable around them. i still have the first toy i ever got, and my family constantly asks me why i keep wearing the same decades old backpack.

my grandma got me a new pair of converses, and i appreciate the gesture and having shoes that i could wear to places where my worn down ones would be inappropriate (if i ever need to be somewhere like that). but they're not comforting, nor soft, they haven't been around my feet for years yet, so they're never my first choice.

one of my keychains is a little guitar i got as a birthday gift from a classmate in seventh grade. whenever i realize i still have it, 8 years later, i wonder if that would be surprising to them or not. we haven't talked since we finished middle school, and i admit i didn't keep it because of the connection to them. i just kept it, and now it's a friend. there was never any reason for me to get rid of it, and i just keep adding new keychains to the bunch whenever i end up getting one.

i do realize that this relates to being a mild hoarder, but, since i very rarely buy anything new, it's not that big of a problem. after all, i just keep the same things i've had forever and don't get any more, instead of replacing them. which is why i feel entitled to the sadness that came when my father told me he threw away my old toys at his house. it'd have been better if he had donated them, though it'd still hurt a little, but he just threw them away. i remember a lot of them, and maybe it's just due to having been a lonely child, but they were truly my first and only friends for a long time. there was a wooden horse named phillip (after belle's horse in beauty and the beast), and a yellow marionette of an ostrich, and a doll that used to be almost as big as me, with plastic limbs and head, a rag torso and curly, short, almost neon red hair, called bibi. i don't think about it that often, but it's a bit saddening when i do.

and now, more than ever, i'm surrounded only by those old, familiar things. before, there used to be some contact with people at university or on the subway, or with my flatmate's furniture. now i live alone, and there's just me and my things, all the time. and it's fine. i know all of them and all of them know me. sure, there's the stuff i had to buy when i moved, but they're coming along nicely.

part of me wishes there wasn't the temporary discomfort of new objects before we got acquainted, but in truth i don't know if my old ones would bring me so much mutual understanding and familiarity if it was so. and it isn't really that bad. they always get old enough.

[lonelypond]

Nico Attacks: A Campfire Tale, Chapter 3

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 1.6K, 3/4

Eli and Umi make their separate ways back to camp while Maki's night of adventure continues.

And Then There Was One

Eli was concentrating on holding Vik’s hand tightly, but not too tightly as they made their way back to camp, focusing on the flashlight beam, forcing herself not to see out of the tunnel vision, not to hear the noises, focusing on how cute Vik looked, wolf ears bobbing as they happily chattered about how much fun camping was.

And then there was a brighter light ahead and a silhouette Eli would know anywhere. “Nozomi!”

“Mommy!” Vik ran toward Nozomi, who hefted them up easily with one arm. Nozomi might look soft, but Eli had always been impressed by her strength, both physical and emotional.

“Hi!” Nozomi’s voice was the warmth and bright Eli needed right now and she hurried to get in on the hug. “Missed you.”

A family moment and then Nozomi put Vik back down, “Why don’t you go find Teddy and tell her what you and Aunt Nico did.”

“Okay.”

Vik disappeared through the trees and then Nozomi snapped off the flashlight, causing Eli to freeze like ice had suddenly coalesced around her.

“Nozomi.” Eli couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice, “Turn that back on.”

“But Eli, you’re so cute when you’re clingy.”

“Nozomi!” Eli kept her hands behind her back, she’d learned long ago it was risky to reach for her wife when Nozomi was in this impish, playful mood, “Did you know Nico was going to this?”

Nozomi’s response was a giggle as she stepped closer to Eli, her hand reaching for Eli’s waist.

“But Maki’s having fun isn’t she?”

“I’m not.” Eli grumbled.

“You could be.”

“Nozomi.” Eli could feel the thrill, at war with the embarrassment and the fear. In the dark, she couldn’t see the dare in Nozomi’s eye, but it was a familiar mood. And they’d been busy, and not really had enough time for each other, Nozomi’s hands had just found that spot, and Eli could only feel Nozomi and not the tree at her back.

“You’re lovely,” Nozomi whispered and Eli reached forward to grab the steadiest support in her world.

###

“Caught.” Umi stated matter-of-factly as she lifted the net near Maki’s shoulder.

“Can you get this off me?”

Umi considered. The wind howled again, sounding even more artificial than 30 seconds ago. Then there was a weighted, expectant silence, long enough for Umi to pull out her clasp knife again and suddenly speakers blasted from everywhere, Maki and Umi and Eli’s Soldier Game singles vocal tracks amplified loud enough to make the leaves still clinging fall. But it wasn’t right. Maki frowned, her hands pulling at the netting, wanting to rip a hole so she could find the speakers and demolish them.

“That doesn’t sound...right.”

“It’s not...Nico-chan remixed it,” Maki’s voice was thin with anger, “She took the damn songs and transposed them into a major key. And picked up the tempo.”

“Why?”

Maki hissed, “She’s making it ‘cuter.’”

Umi froze, and then laughter roared out. “Hits you where it hurts.”

“My ears?” Maki raised her hands, the netting making the gesture slow.

“Your ego.”

“I don’t have an ego. This isn’t subjective in any way. There’s the songs the way I composed them and now, there’s the songs Nico’s bastardized.”

Umi held up her knife, sliding it under a string. And then, as Maki made encouraging sounds, Umi pulled the knife out, stepped back, and flipped it shut with a grand gesture.

“This really seems like a private marital squabble.”

“UMI!”

Umi nodded her head, “Yes, I think it’s time for the Diamond Princess to be rescued by her Ruby Rogue.”

“C’mon, Umi, don’t do this.”

“Thank Nico for the stimulating evening.”

“UMI!”

And with a bow, Umi wandered off, toward the main cabin, whistling “Cutie Panther.”

###

Laughter really was the cure for fright, Umi thought as she chuckled at the memory of Nico’s antics over the years, from the haunted doll set up in the club room to this. Always impressive attention to details. Nico had just started directing music videos. She was going to be really good at it, Umi realized. Now low drifts of mist rose around Umi from the creek to her left. Umi knelt her keychain flashlight shining on melting chunks of dry ice. Nico was close. Umi turned the light off and waited, listening.

A low groan started, rising in volume. Not Nico. She would have done a better job of disguising her voice and stretching out scary thrills. This was light, fast, silly...definitely Rin. Umi crept forward cautiously, waiting to trigger the opening act for whatever Nico had roped Rin into.  With a loud crack, a branch swung, clearing two feet over where Maki’s head would have been (she’d gained 2 cm on Eli). Timed to the crack, a short ghost jumped at Umi.

“BOO!”

Umi laughed and put a hand on Rin’s shoulder, “Hi, Rin.”

“HEY! You’re supposed to be scared. You’re also supposed to be Maki.” Rin crossed her arms over, catching some of the folds of the sheet scattered with flourescents as she did. Nico must have a black light set up.

“Left Maki in the net.”

Rin thought about that for a few seconds, and then went to push past Umi, “I have to see that.”

Umi shook her head, “She’s probably out by now and looking for Nico.”

“Shoulda gotten a picture.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

“Let me see.”

“First, we get back to camp.” Umi glanced at her watch, also fluorescent under the black light, “It’s time for Kaito to go to bed. Kotori will indulge him.”

“We’re camping, Umi.”

“Routines are important.”

“Boo. Bedtimes are boring.”

“You have a child not a curfew, Rin.”

“You’ve never closed down anything in your life.”

“Just this conversation. Let’s go.” Umi had decoded Nico’s trail sign and set off for camp.

###

Maki wanted earplugs. This was the worst thing yet, this loop of Soldier Game and Bibi songs, twisted just enough to be annoying. Not even earplugs, she wanted to be a turtle, and pull her head in her shell, and just sit here and wait it out until Nico was bored or exhausted or out of ideas. But Nico was never out of ideas. That was part of the fascination, how Nico could hop with quicksilver speed from wild thought to weirder inspiration and still stay so solidly grounded as wife, mother, and professional. It was dizzying sometimes, but Nico always made sure they landed safely somewhere, usually bed.

Maki grimaced. It was too early for that thought, she was annoyed at Nico, not hot for Nico. Okay, always hot for Nico but there was definitely going to be a phase where she refused to admit it. Maki pulled at the netting, it still refused to just tear. She dropped to her knee, the edges were slightly weighted, but with careful movements, Maki managed to work it over her head. Shaking it off as she stood, she reoriented herself. Umi had left the camping lantern. There was nothing but trees and woody shadows to be seen as far as its light shone. Unless Nico had decided to impersonate a dryad, she wasn’t lingering to see Maki struggle with the net. Leave the music and run, that had been her strategy. Maybe Umi had stumbled over her.

The adrenaline buzz of a challenge was wearing off. If Maki had those speakers within reach, she’d rip them out of the trees. Umi had gone to the left, but Maki knew by the creek that that trail headed back to camp, which left Maki guessing that to the right would bring her to the cabin. But would it bring her to Nico? Or just more nonsense? Maki sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Still sticky. Once she got to the cabin, Maki was going to lock all the doors and windows, blast music Nico couldn’t stand, and soak for hours. Everyone else could go back to Tokyo.

###

“There’s a whole song called "Autumn In New York", Nico. I added it to my set. People LOVE it.”

Honoka’s voice carried through the trees as Rin and Umi approached the camp. But why did she sound like she was on a call with Nico? Neither of them should be fireside right now.

Umi stepped into the light of the campfire, ahead of Rin. Nico was sitting, smug, comfortable, on a camp stool, mug in hand, phone propped on a low table. Rin immediately dodged around Umi and ran for the tent she was sharing with Hanayo, Tora, Dia, and Ruby, giving Nico a thumbs up.

Nico was paying no attention to anyone physically present. “Post a video. Nico wants to see. Maybe from Central Park. It’s pretty there this time of year.”

“Nico.” Umi said sternly. Nico looked up, surprised.

“UMI!” Honoka’s excited tone brought Kotori out of the tent she had claimed for their family.

“Why are you here, Nico? You are supposed to be in the woods…” Umi searched for a word…”shenaniganing. I left Maki in a net. You were going to rescue her.”

“That’s not on my schedule.” Nico sipped.

“What exactly is on your schedule?” Umi glanced down at the phone, where Honoka, her hair now long, was gleefully watching the exchange. Kotori wrapped Umi in a hug, but Umi refused to allow herself to be soothed.

Nico raised her mug, “Maki rescues herself, tears everything out of the trees, and stomps off her anger while Nico has a warming drink.”

Honoka sounded like she was bouncing. “Next year, I want to help you make a haunted house, Nico. How about at the beach? Skeleton mermaids crawling up to the house.”

Umi rubbed her forehead, “Can we get Maki back safe this year, first.”

“Nico has everything handled."

“What’s next?"

“Ooohh, what are you gonna do next?” Honoka sounded like the Ayase twins about to unleash a prank.

Nico grinned, leaning forward, “The best kind of trick.”

“And that is?” Umi let herself relax back into Kotori, exasperation winning.

“A treat.” Nico winked.

A/N: Have been working on three concurrent Poe projects so only a little time for fanfic. What's your Halloween like this strange year? I'm watching ParaNorman with an open text chat.

[crazypyp]

The story is down below! :3

Dustin walked in pulling in the rest of his stuff. "Here we are Dustin, you're new home!" Edward said excitedly to the 14 year old. Dustin nodded, pretty quiet. He hasn't spoken in months; not since his dad died. He went up to his new room. He'd be bunking with Eric who'd be his new brother. Of course, he was already seen as a brother in his eyes, but it was weird that it was official now.

Eric, who was sitting on his top bunk, waved at his new brother upon hearing the door open. "Hey Dusty, how ya feeling?" He asked putting his phone down & climbing down to floor level. Dustin said nothing. Only put his stuff down & allowed his chicken to roam free in the house. He went to his bed & laid down in it facing away from the boy.

"I'll take that as a you wanna be left alone, huh?" He said climbing up back to his bed to play with his phone again. "Yell if ya need me-" He said to Dustin. Dustin nodded & thought to himself for a moment. Not on anything particular though. Eric peeked from his bed to see his brother sulking. He wanted to say something, but figured he should be left alone.

Later at dinner, Dustin was only picking at his food & thinking to himself, not even saying a word. The rest of the family sat in silence, looking worried for the poor boy. "So...Dustin...how do you like it here so far?" Snake asked looking at the kid. Dustin shrugged, not saying anything. "Uh, do you wanna talk about anything at all?" Edward asked. Dustin replied with a head shake.

"Do you like it here?" Bibi asked playing with her doll. Dustin replied with a nod. He loved it there, he just wished that his reason for living there wasn't so...heart destroying. The whole family was quick to treat Dustin like their own, even if he still doesn't see them as that way yet. He silently got up & walked to his room without saying a word to anyone.

Dustin curled up on his bed & silently cried to himself, covering his entire face in his turtleneck. The door slowly opened as a figure walked in to look at him. Snake had come to check on the boy & see if he was alright. Dustin turned around & uncovered his face to see who is was. When he figured out who is was, he did a weak wave. The past few months, this week in particular, has been exhausting for him.

"Miss your dad, huh?" Snake asked walking up to the boy. Dustin nodded, sitting up. "Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head. It was clear he was crying. Snake sighed & sat next to him. "Alright, I know. You're sad & hurt." He said to him. "I get it, you lost someone who has raised you for years & that's soul crushing to know of..." He said. Dustin nodded along to the conversation. "I know it hurts now, but you gotta stay strong, okay? Just like your dad probably wanted you to do." Snake said putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I...I just wanted to say goodbye one last time..." Dustin said finally speaking up for the first time since his dad's funeral. "I understand that..." Snake said. "Losing someone hurts. You didn't deserve to have to go through with that..." Snake said looking at him. "Family is important & you shouldn't have to lose that." Dustin nodded. "Yeah..." "If you wanna talk about it, just know that we're here for you, okay? We don't expect to replace your dad in any way, but just know that you're still gonna be a part of this family, even when you grow up, okay?" He said smiling at him. Dustin nodded, smiling a bit & wiping some tears from his face. "Thank you sir..." He sniffled. Snake smiled & pat the boy's head before walking away to give Dustin some space & time alone.

Dustin laid there in silence for the rest of the day, going into nighttime, soon falling asleep. When he woke up, he saw his father in front of him, surrounded by this white light. Dustin smiled & ran over to give his father a hug, only to phase right through him. He stumbled to the ground a bit shocked, but mostly confused. He looked up only to see his dad deteriorating right in front of his eyes. He was beginning to panic a bit.

Dustin woke up in cold sweat. He looked around before calming himself down. He got up out of bed to watch some TV. There was absolutely no way he was gonna go back to sleep knowing the dream may continue. He went into the kitchen to get some water. When he turned around, a figure appeared staring at Dustin. The teen yelped, dropping his glass on the ground, causing a loud shatter to be heard.

"Hey Dustin!" Bibi said to him turning on the kitchen light. "Bibi, you scared me!" Dustin said catching his breath. "Sorry..." She said. "What are you doing up so late?" he asked. "I sleep for an hour, then watch TV in the living room for five, then go to sleep for another 3 hours." She explained. "That's not healthy-" Dustin commented. His sister shrugged. "I mean, I'm still energetic so it can't be that bad!" She says.

 "Okay, whomever's broken into this house is about to get a serious kick in the ass!" Snake yelled kicking the door open. "Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you that you're gonna break it if you keep kicking it?" Edward said annoyed looking around the place & seeing two of his kids outside in the middle of the night. "What are you two doing here at this hour?" Edward asked crossing his arms. "Uhhhh...the question is what are you two doing here at this hour!" Bibi said changing the subject.

"We heard glass shatter & thought someone broke in through the window." Snake explained. "Turns out, it was just you two breaking some glass." He said going up to them & looking at the mess on the kitchen floor & sighing. "Okay, clean up the mess & we'll figure out what happened that woke the both of you up-" He instructed. The two nodded.

"So, wanna tell us what happened?" Edward asked once the mess was cleaned up. "Uh...I couldn't sleep-" Bibi lied. "I-I couldn't either..." Dustin said, actually telling the truth. "Why not?" He asked. "Well, I just couldn't..." she shrugged. "& you?" Snake asked looking at Dustin. "I had a nightmare...about my dad..." He explained pulling his knees to his chest & hugging himself. "Alright..." Edward said. "Tell you what, we'll make you both hot cocoa & we'll tell a story to you, Bibi, & Dustin, if you want, we could talk about the dream you had..." He said getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Alright..."Dustin said looking up at them. A few minutes later, Edward came back with some cocoa for the two of them. "Thank you sir..." Dustin said staring at it before beginning to drink some of it. He wasn't really hungry, but the smell did take him back. He used to go with his dad to a cafe & drink chocolate milk & hot cocoa all the time whenever his dad returned from a draft. It was kind of a tradition. He missed those times. Now all he had left to cherish were memories...

Bibi eventually began to yawn & started drifting off. Soon, she was fast asleep. "Alright Dustin..." Edward began, looking at him. "Wanna tell us about this dream that you had that woke you up?" He asked. Dustin nodded & began talking. "W-well...I saw my dad...& I went to hug him, but he was like a ghost or something cause I fell right through him. Then he started disappearing right in front of my eyes &...& I couldn't save him...just like I couldn't save him before..." He said, looking at the two, sniffling a bit & tearing up once more.

"Hey, it's okay..." Snake said trying to comfort him. He reached over across the coffee table & grabbed some tissues for the kid. Dustin wiped a few of his tears with it, still in the grieving process. "Th-thank you..." He said before blowing his nose. "It just...it just hurts...I thought he'd be fine cause he said it was just a small thing he needed to do...he's been through much worse & has made it before!" He said hugging himself again.

"I know, & it's unfortunate & very, very terrible. It's not easy what you're going through & I know that..." Edward said to him. "I've been in your shoes before & I know you can never truly get over it. Ever. But what you can do, is try to move on. Remember the good times, & cherish those memories forever." He explained, tearing up. "Your father was a good man & didn't deserve to go...but it happened, & the only thing left to do is move on, & remember the good times you had with him..." He said. "Does that help you feel better at all?" He asked. "A little..." He said with a nod. "Thanks for that talk Mr. Edward..." He smiled, wiping a few tears from his eyes. He let out a small yawn, getting a bit tired, but did his best to keep himself awake. "Don't you want to go to sleep?" Snake asked looking at him. Dustin shook his head. "No..." He said flatly. "Would you if we sang you a song?" Edward asked.

Dustin shrugged. "I guess. My dad used to sing me a song whenever I got scared. I don't really know if you could though." He said slumping over. "How about you tell us what it is, & we'll see if we can play it for you, alright?" Snake said to him. "It's called 'Boats & Birds.'" Dustin said. "Alright," Snake said getting up to get his guitar & phone. "I'm gonna go look the lyrics up so we can sing some of it to you, alright?" He said stretching a bit. He came back a few minutes later, with the lyrics pulled up on his phone & his acoustic guitar. He propped it up so he could play it & began strumming. Edward looked at the lyrics & cleared his throat to sing. "Alright, here we go..." He said reading them. "If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me & come out at night...

When I turn jet black, & you show off your light

I live to let you shine...

I live to let you shine...

But you can skyrocket away from me,

& never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here

With more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by."

Light snoring could be heard from both Dustin & Bibi. Dustin seemed more happy, smiling a bit as he was sent off into dream land. So yeah, his old family is gone. Forever. But his new family has always been there for him. He can still love his old family, & be happy with his new one. That's exactly how he intended to live. Just like that.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Ooh ohh i would also like to request a single parent Mc but for Hilf please.

I love you to Anon. Alright, similar deal with the L&L one- I change the Kiddo each time for fun. 

Long post

Mac

The kid is a little girl who is five and it the result of a relationship in high school. She’s a bio kid who had blonde hair and is super girly. Like think GIL MC.

Mac is very nervous about the kid. It’s not like a ‘Oh, she was with a guy before’ nervous or anything- Mac is way to cool for that- but it’s a ‘I really hope I don’t hurt this kid or her mom and shit a kid’ nervous.

Also, this kid is pink. PINK.

Mac and MC are very good parents though Mac kind of takes the role of the disciplinary parent more than MC given she is a cop.

Mac is a really good mom, she just struggles hard with bonding with the kid because she has never been into that stuff. Until she shows the kid some comics and BAM. Bonding time!!

Beu makes the mistake of trying to mess with the kid. His ass is GRASS.

Mac is the parent who will go to every recital and competition to cheer her kid on. When the girl starts showing an interest in gymnastics, Mac is all over that.

Mac’s parents are grandparents now. As soon as they find out that their daughter’s GF is a mom? Grandparents.

Mac gets called mom like by the third season and it’s one of the most emotional moments of her life.

Annabelle loves the kid and is like a big sister.

The kid plans on being bitten when she’s older because she doesn’t want to lose her moms.

Diego

The kid is a little boy who is eight and has cerebral palsy. MC met him on her year of travel. He was a foster kid cause his parents didn’t want him and he had really bad anxiety due to being abandoned. MC took him in after coming to care for him.

Deigo knows the kid very well as he has been the kid’s doctor for years. The kid really likes Deigo.

Deigo takes a longer time to accept being with MC because of all of his self-doubt about himself. it’s the kid who helps most in getting them together cause he is really hopeful Deigo will be like his new dad.

Deigo is kind of overprotective of the kid because of Eva and stuff. The kid doesn’t mind but it does get a little exhausting.

The kid calls him his dad fairly quick and Deigo just… kind of shuts down for a moment but he’s so, so, so happy.

Deigo and MC are so happy together with their son, it’s a little gross.

The whole shit with Dracula terrifies the hell out of Deigo, he’s so worried about the kid and MC. He actually considers leaving but he can’t. He can’t lose his family.

Deigo doesn’t want to bite the kid cause he’s worried about the kid being a vampire with cerebral palsy and the kid isn’t sure about being bitten either when he’s older.

Razi

This kid is a four-year-old bio kid who is a girl with super curly natural hair. Her dad was an African exchange student MC ran into while on her travels and her dad is kind of in her life but is more of a correspondence kind of dad as he’s to busy with his life and never wanted kids.

Razi and the kid get along great. Razi’s crush on her mom made him get along amazingly with this little girl already and the two are way to cute together. Kind of gross really…

Razi is dad as soon as he and MC get together because she’s already thought of him as such anyway!

Razi is all over anything the kid is into but what she is really into his history and stories. Like already this girl just wants to learn everything.

 AUNT ROSHNI. (and future Zizi Mothman)

Razi being utterly terrified of Baba Yaga ever meeting his kid and when he learns how close she was this entire time… Razi has a full-fledged panic attack.

Razi putting up with the makeovers all little kids give their parents and just being so stupidly charming about it.

Razi being really worried about having to watch this little girl die and just being unable to accept it. Like at all. No, this is his baby girl. He can’t…

JD

The kid here is a snarky ten-year-old who is a trans boy who got kicked out by his parents. MC found him on her travels and took him in. he’s very defensive of MC and has picked fights over her honor before. 

JD and the kid already get along. The kid loves how rebellious JD is. But like… JD is even more like ‘this is casual’ between them and MC because they really do not want to ruin the kid’s life or be a parent.

Kid may or may not punch JD for making his mom cry and there is issue between the two for a good long while. Eventually, the kid stops with the anger but… yeah.

JD is not the greatest parental figure. MC has to be the authoritarian one because JD is very much not. But at the same time JD is fully aware of the lines and won’t cross them.

The kid going under Rip’s spell is terrifying. JD is a force to be reckoned with.

JD doesn’t really become Bibi until they give up their freedom for MC and the kid sees how much JD loves their mom. 

Hikari is the worst aunt. 

Satan is not allowed near the kid. JD is vicious about protecting their kid. That is their son and his fucker of a granddad will not touch him!

Nessie is even more upset about JD having a family. SHE COULD HAVE GIVEN THEM THAT.

JD plans on figuring out immortality for the kid. Satan offers it along with immortality for MC but… the catch is to much. Of course, the kid drinks cider along with his mom later on…

Vanessa

The kid here is a three-year-old bio kid who is the result of a relationship with a soldier who died in Iraq. Said kid is a little girl who likes dolls and soccer.

Vanessa… is not good with kids. Like she’s not bad just… not good. At all. Especially little three-year-olds who just get so confused about what’s going on…

She tries though! She teaches the kid a few self-defense techniques to protect herself. 

The kid and her bond over anime. Kiddo likes the sparkly anime and even has a plushie Altea she loves that her aunty Grace gave her.

Vanessa and MC have a slow burn as MC isn’t sure about a relationship with someone who has a dangerous job like Vanessa and Vanessa isn’t sure about a relationship with a single mom. 

Vanessa kind of embraces being a mom a little. She really likes how happy the kiddo is and likes teaching her stuff. 

Kiddo doesn’t call her mom yet (the third season sometime maybe?) and is upset she ran off.

Vanessa being super protective of the kiddo as she is also a target from Dracula’s brides.

Antonio

The kid is a five-month-old baby boy who is a bio baby from a one night stand.

Antonio had no idea that MC was a mom. He would have never kidnapped her if he knew. MC has the baby in her car when she goes to the diner and Antonio doesn’t realize there’s a baby in the back until like… they’re halfway to his place.

Then it’s shit. Because he can’t go through with this but what does he do now?

Then Igor happens and he can’t let him grab her or the baby and it’s just fucking chaos. MC is not pleased with Antonio or his reasons. Victor honestly finds this entire thing hilarious.

Side note, Victor with a baby is utterly hilarious.

Antonio is actually really good with babies? Like scary good? And the baby loves him? Victor stares in shock.

Baby does not have the right gene or whatever to bring back the dead. Baby is safe.

Antonio spoils the shit out of the baby and MC. Like the nicest stuff and the most expensive baby stuff that has the most approval. He is so focused on making sure the kid is healthy and happy.

His and MC’s relationship goes how it goes in game cause Antonio is a little weary but also kind of happy at being able to hang out with a baby a little.

Antonio just assumes the role of a dad so well. Everyone is surprised.

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cecelia looked the most festive at the time, so i took some pics of her among the christmas presents. 🎁🎁 (she desperately needs a haircut, it’s gotten shaggy)

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Description: Progression drabble leading towards the climax of this arc (Finally xD). Lots of backstory here and Bibi experimenting with the first person narrative. Hope you enjoy!

Words: 3.352

Trigger Warnings: child abuse, mentions of child abuse, bullying, mild violence, smoking, drug use, racism, racist slur, misgendering, possible triggers within

‘The first years of my life I went to school, like other kids. The kids in my class didn’t pay me much mind. They left me alone and I did my thing, playing with my pens and bugs. The teachers ignored me in class, because I was a bad student. I couldn’t read and I was bad at writing words. My letters were too small or too big. My drawings were never on the classroom wall, the teachers took them to the special teacher, you know, the one bad students get after school. He always asked me stuff about my drawings.’

‘ My momma never came to parent meetings. The teachers stopped asking me t’a tell her after a while. They asked if m’ah pappa wanted t’a come, but I said he works a lot. The moms of other kids would point a’ me 'cus I smelled bad. They didn’t want their kids in the same school as me.

Around second grade a girl came close t’a me a day, her name is Sam. She was nice an’ very pretty. She sat next to me on the desk. I felt embarrassed, ‘cus I smelled bad. But she didn’t say anything ‘bout it. She helped me find the page on our reading book. I felt embarrassed, 'cus I couldn’t read. But she didn’t say anything about it...

The next days Sam joine me on the grass on breaks. I met bugs there. She liked bugs too and we met ‘em together. Sam had long hair, blonde, an’ very clean. She had nice clothes, a nice shirt wit’ a dog on it. I liked that shirt. She told me, on my birthday, I can do a party so she will give me a shirt like that for gift. I didn’t kno’ when my birthday was. She told me ‘cus I had ginger hair, it must be autumn. I said, maybe November.

Sam had other friends too. She was smart and pretty. Everyone wanted t’a be her friend. The other girls, tho, they didn’t like me very much. So one day, they came to the grass and they told her ‘Come play with us!’. Sam told them ‘We can play all together, on the grass. I like hunting bugs!’ The other girl made a face, she was disgusted. She said “Bugs are dirty...Come play with us on the playground!”

Sam looked at me and got up, then held her hand out for me. I reach to take it but, the girl said, “Wew, no, not you! We don’t want gypsies in the playground! You’re going to steal our lunch and get dirt on the swings!”  

The other kids laughed. Sam looked at them and then a’ me. I don’t remember, but I don’t think I cried. I had heard my pappa’s boss call him a gypsy. I knew it was a bad thing to be called, something about my family I thought. The girl took Sam’s hand and pulled her along. “It smells bad.”, she pointed to me. “Come, let’s play hide and seek!”

I wanted to take her hand. I wanted to tell them I wash up twice a week sometimes even! I use the pool showers! I shampoo my hair! But Sam took her hand away and walked with them. She didn’t even look back a’ me.

For a week I’d run to the school bathrooms first thing in the morning. I’d get there earlier to wash my face in the sinks before other kids came. I thought, maybe if I did that she’d come back and play with me. I saved her the seat next to me in class...but she sat with another girl. And she never sat with me again.

It was the first time I felt it. That pain in the chest. I thought I was sick and stole some medicine from school doctor’s office. But it just made me sleep. I missed school for a few days. I lied to mom and ran off to the park nearby and hid on a tree. I didn’t want mom to know, I felt so embarrassed that I smelled bad! I tried to steal a perfume, but got caught. The officers let me go when they found out my dad was a gypsy. ‘You can’t deal with these people’, they whispered. ‘They don’t even have papers, the lot of ‘em.’

Things at school got worse in the third year. I was already 9, a grown man. The other boys had gotten taller too, though, and more angry. They liked pushing me around. If it was one of them, I’d push back. But more..I knew I couldn’t win. So I just sat there and took it, hoping they’d get bored if I didn’t react. Sometimes it worked.

That year wasn’t nice. But now I know the reason. Destiny was preparing me; shaping me to accept the first sign of Purpose.

One cloudy day I found a matchbox on my way home.

And everything changed. ‘

Seth had begun to notice those small changes in the way Steel acted around the other kids lately. It didn’t make much sense to him. For all he knew, they hated everyone in that school almost as much as he did; especially the popular groups, the ones that had outcasted kids like him and Martha that didn’t live in Barbie doll houses and lead perfect lives with their perpetually smiling American Dream family. It’d be a lie to say he hadn’t felt betrayed by that sudden change of action, but what bothered him more were those annoying voices in the back of his subconscious pointing out how suspicious Steel’s behavior was.

Especially after that one news report.

 Recently, two of the girls from the popular cheerleading group had started to hang around Steel a lot. They said it was to use him as revenge for Robert, Martha’s old bully and nemesis, since Steel was a friend of Martha and someone Rob despised. Seth had reasons to doubt Steel was talking to them out of any reason other than vanity. Until recently, with those news reports...He’d started to think maybe the shift in Steel’s behavior was fueled by something other than just a sudden desire to be part of the popular group.

 It was one of those days Mathilda would pester Steel after school, following the trio all the way up to the gateway and clinging to Steel with her giggles. Seth hated her long hair and her pretty smile and he wasn’t shy to admit he was jealous of her. She was much prettier and closer to earning the boy’s affections than he could ever be, after all. This time, however, Mathilda was becoming particularly persistent to drag Steel with her to smoke.

 Steel’s initial response had been a dry ‘no’, but she kept pushing. Seth just wished he’d shove her off and get out of there already, honestly.

Mathilda insisted and grabbed Steel’s arm, a movement that should have earned her a nice slap across the face. But Steel barely turned around to glance at her. Even though he wasn’t very tall or particularly buff, he was obviously stronger than her and could shove her off across the schoolyard if he wanted to; Seth knew. He’d now been left to wonder why he didn’t, why he put up with the touch and didn’t even look uncomfortable.

Steel’s hands remained on Martha’s wheelchair, pushing it forward as he kept walking and ignoring both the girl latched to his arm and Martha’s confused glances.

“Come oooooon, Steel, show us the vape tricks! Please?!” Mat begged, leaning her head against his bicep. She looked like she had jumped out of an anime, with her little skirt and small, cute face laced by dyed orange bangs. Perfect words to describe her included ‘neko’ and ‘stereotype’. Steel finally pulled his arm away and opened his good eye just a slit.

“’K Imma show ‘ya if ‘ya promise t’a stop bein’ such’a cutie. ‘Might melt m’heart an’ all.” There was a small snicker. Mat faked a squeal and grabbed both her cheeks -they weren’t even pink, because the excitement was fake, just like anything else about her. Seth felt vomit crawling on the back of his throat. He was jealous and bitter, sure, but above all he was confused and angry. He wanted to push Mat aside and demand an explanation for this odd behavior. His hazel eyes turned to Martha, that was also watching with bewilderment. She didn’t seem angry, however, because despite all Martha wasn’t bitter towards anyone at the school.

Steel didn’t return the looks anymore, but closed his eye and let go of Martha’s wheelchair instead. The girl turned her wheels around to look at him and was about to say something, when Mat’s enthusiastic ‘bestie’, Tina, showed up. Tina was as skinny as a sixteen year old could get and always liked to show off her belly and the jewel around her belly button. Steel liked that jewel and had been inspired by the piercing to get one on himself. Of course, Tina had gotten in a shop, with sterilized equipment and a piercing specialist. Steel had gotten it for 2$ from a homeless man in an alley, with a knitting needle.

Tina grabbed Mat’s free arm and leaned on her shoulder, throwing Steel a playful glance and smile.

“Come oooon weed kid, we know you like showing off!”, she stretched her words and clicked her tongue, playfully poking Steel’s chest. The boy raised a thick brow slightly and looked to his hands before giving a small shrug.

“A’ight. You gots a vape?”, came the raspy response.

Seth’s eyes had gone wide by then and he took a few steps closer to Martha to whisper-yell a ‘what’s going on’ into her ear. The girl shrugged in confusion. Tina reached into the pocket of her baggy bomber jacket and pulled out an e-cig, full of vanilla scented liquid. She held it out between her forefinger and thumb with a smirk.

“Come with us in the back yard, if y’want this, baby~”

The lack of expression on Steel’s face made things pretty awkward for the two onlookers. But he finally nodded and muttered an “I’ll catch ‘ya later guys.” towards them before following the girls. Needless to say Seth already knew that he’d spend the rest of his day obsessing over this and cry himself to sleep. But he couldn’t really say any of this out loud. Martha turned her wheels around and set off, as if this situation wasn’t troubling her. Part of her was glad that Steel was being social. That’s a sign of a healthy psychological development, right? She wasn’t possessive, much unlike their other friend.

Worn out leather boots quietly followed the girls’ matching white sneakers to the back schoolyard. That was where all the cool kids hang out. Steel had been there before, once, to smoke weed with Seth. But he hadn’t liked it that much, hence why they never repeated the experience. The only ones there apart from him and the girls was Rob’s gang of seniors in the football team and a couple of their girlfriends that’d strayed off to gossip and smoke in a corner. All these kids had one thing in common; they were from middle-class or wealthy families and had nice clothes. They all followed the trend of 80s grunge, but compared to Steel’s outfit they suddenly looked like cheap rip offs. Steel carried the authenticity of a broke punk teen, because their pants hadn’t been bought torn, they’d just gotten ripped to shreds in some parts after countless falls and fights. Their plain white tee had stains on it that weren’t painted on, he just wore the same shirt all through the week and got it dirty. Their oversized leather jacket hadn’t been purposely and carefully scratched, it’d just gotten ripped in tree branches. They also wore a variety of different cheap jewellery including a fau golden chain around their neck and multiple rings on their fingers. All in all, these kids wanted to be outcasts. But Steel, a born and raised alien to society, desperately wanted to be like them.

Despite appearance being a key factor in most teenage relationships, his style didn’t earn him respect. If anything, the kids hated him even more for daring to attempt a cheap imitation and regarded him as poor and filthy. He was used to that. Save for the occasional misgendering, nothing about it bothered him much at this point.

The trio received various glances and glares as they made their way to the brick wall behind school. Steel leaned his back against it and stomped the bottom of his boot into the bricks. He stuffed both hands in his pockets, tugging the low-hanging jeans even lower despite the belt and stretching back slightly, stomach exposed as the white tee got pulled along with his shoulders. Tina stood opposite him while Mat approached from beside. The vape was handed to him and he worked it between his fingers before popping it in his mouth for a long drag. Tina and Mat had already sparked up conversation about the upcoming school football game. They were cheerleaders. Steel thought they were both very pretty despite having the iq of a broccoli- no, wait, maybe broccoli is actually smarter than them, he thought, while puffing out a thick cloud of pure white smoke. He started blowing a few rings and the girls seemed impressed already. Then he pushed his jaw forward a bit and blew the smoke up into his nostrils, recycling it before blowing it out. Mat clapped her hands squealing “Do the ghost inhale!”

Of course Rob’s gang was sending poisonous vibes from across the schoolyard. Rob was already pissed, because Steel for one belonged to the loser club and not in the backyard and for another, even though he’d been the one to break up with Mathilda, this didn’t mean some filthy sissy ‘boy’ was allowed to hit on her. His smoke tricks weren’t even impressive -though Rob didn’t know any vape tricks, because vape tricks were stupid and not his kind of thing. However, his pride had been insulted now so eventually he gave into impulse and stomped his way over there, followed by his little gang.

Those were football players, apart from two senior girls. Steel knew them by name but never talked to them, but they were big and bulky compared to him and could probably send him to the hospital. Regardless, he just kept doing his tricks without much care and Tina was the first to turn around and glare at the boys. A hand rested on her waist as she bent it to rest her weight on one leg.

“Ugh, what the fuck do you guys want here? Don’t you have a game to catch or whatever?”, she spat out. Steel noticed that an odd accent had suddenly appeared in her voice, like she was chewing bubblegum whilst talking, even though she wasn’t at that moment.

Rob was busy staring at Steel, who had his eyes closed so he wouldn’t return the glare anyway, and then to Mat. His voice was laced in bitterness and poison, though he didn’t sound angry, there was powerful malice in it aiming to wound Steel’s soul.

“Fuck, Mattie, didn’t know you’re a lesbian now.”

“Stop it Rob!”, Tina steps in. She grabs Rob’s arm only to be violently pushed back. Mat scoots from Steel’s side to grab her friend and hold her up. The opening is exploited by Rob’s friends, who instantly surround Steel and tower over him meaninglessly. The boy doesn’t move much, if anything he seems uninterested in the situation.

“Careful guys, she’s gonna steal your wallets.”, Rob laughs. His friends snort. Steel finally opens his eye just a bit and throws a lazy glance towards Rob. If he tries to move, his friends will surely grab him.

“Did you really think Mat would be interested in you? You’re not even a real boy. And we all kno’ how much she loves to suck dick.”

 More laughter. Steel’s eye momentarily darted to Mat, who was sobbing now. Of course she couldn’t care less to help him. Maybe she seemed like Rob’s victim now, but Steel wasn’t stupid. He knew full well that she was at fault too, for leading him here, for using him to make Rob jealous, for dating an asshole like that to begin with, just to be cool and make a name for herself. She deserved this. He didn’t, but it was okay. It’d be worth it in the long run.

“What are you looking at shit scum? Why don’t you crawl back into your rathole and die? We don’t want gypsies here.”

 At that Steel’s eye finally returned to Rob and he swallowed lightly, the corners of his lips flinching. His hands were now in his pockets, shoulders loose, relaxed. He didn’t seem alert, unlike the others, because he knew he didn’t have much to fear from them anyway. They’d just beat him up.

“Y’kno they say hate is jus’ love gon’ wrong, Robs. How’s yo’ momma, by the way?”

“Hold his arms.”

 There wasn’t much of a resistance. The other boys were much larger than Steel anyway, but he didn’t put the merest effort to resist their hold. The first punch sunk straight into his stomach, forcing him to fold in two. He stumbled to the side, shoulders strained from the pull as Rob’s thugs held him up on his feet by force. The second punch spun his jaw around, he winced lightly and choked back a tear that threatened to emerge. It was pure reflex, however, because Steel wouldn’t lie if he confessed to feeling nothing at that moment. They felt absolutely empty of emotion, even as Rob got more violent and laughed at them, joined by his thugs soon after. At some point, after he’d been ridiculed for a few good solid minutes, Mat finally screamed something at Rob that Steel’s blurred senses barely caught onto. The boy pushed her aside but retreated soon after with a scoff.

 The next thing he felt was his knees crush against the pavement and then Mat’s breath close to his cheek.

“Are you okay?”

 A weak smile, a nod of the head. His jaw was bruised and stomach hurt like hell. He wanted to retch, but swallowed it along with his pride. It’d be worth it, in the long run. He was so close-

“Oh, Frisk, I’m so sorry! So sorry for dragging you into this mess...”

 There it comes. The confession. Her voice is full of guilt, she’s crying softly. Steel’s hand reaches  out to cup her wet cheek and brush some tears away with their thumb. Mat looks surprised by the compassion, the affection in his act.

“I’m so sorry, I’d do anything to mak-”

“Can I com’ see ‘ya tomorrow...at practice?”, they ask.

 Mathilda’s eyes shine, glisten from both the tears and surprise. She bites her lower lip and whimpers, finally giving in and crushing her body against the boy’s with a loud wince.

“Yes! Of course...”, she’s shivering. She must have really felt bad for this, he thinks. In the momentary glance they shared, he saw something change in her expression. Steel’s one hand reluctantly rises to cup her back and squeeze her lightly against him. Unlike her, he feels no guilt whatsoever for what he’s about to do, what he’s planning. He thinks she probably feels guilty just because he made it sound like he’s more interested in her than getting beat up, just because it’s about her.

 Does it matter if she feels bad now, anyway?

 She’s going to be ash soon, like the lot of them.