#for obvious reasons i probably won't split it but still

[tyinghershoe]

This with bakugo except yall aren't dating and he has a lil crush

I died laughing reading this. I couldn’t NOT write this out.

Bakugo finds out that you’re telling people he’s your babies father.

Above all, Bakugo is flustered!  

Sure, the first shock arose a hint of anger and embarrassment - as expected when your crush is telling people all sorts of things - but afterward, there was an underlying feeling of giddiness, a type of glow as he thought about how “holy shit, y/n talks about me? I'm on their mind?” 

So, it’s safe to say that he isn’t ENTIRELY bothered, but he is confused. You talk here and there sure, being a part of the same friend group does that, but there was never and inclination that feelings were reciprocated, nor has there ever been a moment that could lead to, well, the current gossip you're spreading around now (He doesn’t want to this too much about this aspect though). 

Now here he is, sitting down in the common area waiting for you to walk right in (you come in every day at exactly 5:28 to watch a show with Mina! Not that he memorized that or anything) so he can hopefully get an answer out of you. 

As expected, there you are. Trotting down to sit on the couch while holding on to your favorite snack, you brought the smaller bag this time, which means you won't be staying down here for long. Actually, you won't be staying here at all, as Bakugo stands up the moment you two make eye contact. 

“Y/n, we need to talk,” he says, choosing to ignore the slight shake of his voice. The confused look on your face is all he needs to know, as he does his best to keep a calm attitude. Stay cool, Bakugo! The last thing he wants is for you to think that you’re just as much of a nuisance as his other friends.  

“Sure.” Confused as you are, you still walk towards him as he strides slightly away from the couches and into a more private area. This is for his sake only, as you seem unaffected by his cryptic commands.  

An urge to stay calm sits in the back of his head, and he turns to stare into your eyes. 

“Hey.”  

“...hey?” 

FUCK! He thinks - that wasn’t what he planned at all! “Was that too casual? Should I just be straight up? She probably doesn’t even like me, screw it.” 

“Why are you telling people in your baby’s father?” The twitch of his eye goes unnoticed, and only now does he realize that the situation is as stupid as it seems. There's an echo in the hall, adding amplification to the tension. 

You however look at him nonchalantly and shrug your shoulders a bit. 

“I don’t know. Bored as hell.” 

That’s all that comes out of your mouth, and for a split-second Bakugo thinks that maybe you really are a nuisance, or maybe Denki accidentally fried your head, only that can explain this reasoning. 

“That’s it? You’re telling people that because you’re bored?” He gasps as if that explanation isn’t good enough (it really isn’t), but you are undoubtedly you - so the chuckle that escaped your lips is one of obvious reasoning. 

“I mean what am I supposed to do?” It’s as simple as that, really. It comes off as almost factual: the sky is blue, the grass is green, Bakugo is the father to your baby.  

“Study, train, use a different dude for your damned rumors.” His voice is laced with grit, but the faint hue of pink that is laced onto his ears and cheeks is noticed by you.  

“Like you’d let that happen!” You challenge. 

 His voice hitches for a second. He wants to scream at you, say that “Obviously I wouldn’t! That bastard you’d pick wouldn’t even compare to me! Have fun having an ugly baby with whoever comes next!” but all that comes out is a simple scoff, “As if.” 

You just smile, and feign innocence to the fact that you know he’s jealous. He sighs and looks at his shoes for a minute, grumbling something softly. 

“At least let me take you out first.” the words are so faint you swear you’re hallucinating. But the shifting of his body lets you know it isn’t a joke.  

“Really?” A smile is etched onto your face, and that “unbothered” attitude of yours quickly folds, showing your true excitement. 

“Yes really!” he begins abrasively, “If you’re gonna be spewing some of your weirdo stuff, then at least let me go out with you for real. The last thing I want is some more rumors.” The excuse is aggressive and simplified, but it’s good enough for the both of yall.  

A nod of your head is all he needs for approval, and finally, he can breathe. 

“Tomorrow?” You ask softly, as it is now your turn to act coy. 

Theres a hum of approval, and he turns to leave – which is for the best, there’s only so much giddiness two lovers can take. 

“Tomorrow.” 

He walks away. 

“I’m not retracting what I told everyone earlier!” the halls echo, but it’s now a reminder of the turning chapter. 

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[tarrenterror25]

thoughts no one asked for but my mind has no mouth and must scream

Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Soft/Romantic Goth F!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Tags: established relationship, fluff, mention of blood/wounds/injuries Harvey POV

Notes: Song referenced in moodboard is “Love You to Death" by Type O Negative. Just a thing that's been on the brain that I had to get out. Self indulgent.

Thinking about Harvey with a soft goth girlfriend who dresses like she could be scary, but she's actually the most least threatening person he's ever met.

You dress in all black, your boots look like you crush skulls for a living, and you wear spiked accessories like social deterrents, but you're just the sweetest thing he's ever met.

It's laughable to him, how people might perceive you one way when you're nothing like that. It reminds him of himself, or how he used to be, anyways. He's always been a bigger guy and looks pretty imposing, but he was never actually like that...unless driven to be. It's different now though, of course.

Dating you happened naturally as he found himself unable to stay away from you. Both sides of him liked watching the visible signs of you getting butterflies when he would be near you and though he'd never tell you, you gave him butterflies, too. He just couldn't stay away from you and he found himself having a soft spot for you.

You frequent all the oddity shops in Gotham so you've seen all sorts of things. The books you read are...interesting to say the least, he's peeked at a few titles. You're not bothered by the grotesque or the strange.

And you're not bothered by his scars.

He remembers the first time you looked at him, really looked at him. Right into both of his eyes and how you smiled.

Christ, he could never forget that.

His burns never bothered you and both sides of him immediately were attached to you because of this.

The first kiss you two shared made him so nervous. It was one thing to be around him and spend time with him, but physical intimacy scared him nowadays for obvious reasons. He hardly loves himself, so how could you? He was fully prepared for you to just kiss his cheek, maybe make an excuse if he were to make the first move, but you didn't.

You made the first move, cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, not bothering to work around his less than stellar half. Any doubts he may have still had about you, gone.

Your soft and kind demeanor brings out the gentleman side of Harvey and the protective side of Two-Face. Sure, his other half likes to scare you sometimes just for fun, sneaking up on you, stealing soft touches, grabbing you and pulling you to him when you least expect it, but if anyone else bothers you, luck will not be on their side.

He may not be the most gentle person, but with you he likes to try.

Harvey enjoys helping you in/out of your platforms, in/out of your corsets or whatever contraption of a garment you're zipped into, and he even offered to paint your nails for you once. He absolutely adores spoiling you with affection.

Harvey loves that your style is your own, but Harv is totally into it. When he's feeling festive with his split suits, he lets you help design them. Some designs are more fun with spikes and chain adornments and others are a bit more fancy with brocade and such.

Most of your interests he's not super into it, but he respects it. He's protective so you probably won't be able to go anywhere without him if he feels it could be unsafe.

If you want to go out dancing or to some niche concert, he'll tag along, though he'll hang back at a table and keep an eye on your from a distance, make sure no one messes with you. The scene isn't his jam, but seeing you have fun is enough for him.

Some of you provocative clothing is sure to get a reaction out of him, especially the fishnets. That's his weakness.

You always take him as he is so if you're ever nervous about how you look or how you're dressed, he's sure to hype you up as best as he can.

Sometimes he feels grateful for what happened to him, without the accident, he wouldn't have met you. With his new outlook on life, he can understand you better. He's positive that if he remained district attorney, living in the light, that he would have never given you the time of day and even if he did, he wouldn't know how to appreciate you the way he does now.

Your love for darker things helps him love himself, not by much, but enough that with you he isn't always doom and gloom or woe is me.

You being a romantic is not what he expected when he got with a goth gal. You like using the fancy dishes and lighting candles for dinner. You like flowers all over the place though they're usually dark in color. You like to cuddle with him and watch movies, not afraid to make contact with his scarred side.

You like watching a lot of monster movies which made him roll his eyes at first, but he would catch the way your eyes stay glued to the monster be it vampire, a werewolf, or a creature from the black lagoon. The soft dreamy sighs escaping you made him curious.

"You realize that they're the bad guy, right? Literally a monster, not human," he says. "They're just misunderstood," you explain. "And they just want to be loved like everyone else?" "Yeah, buut they mostly resort to extreme measures?" "I think..." she ponders, "it's because they understand what it is to lose something or be lonely. And they found someone who understands them and can see them, even though they aren't human. To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow. Or however that saying goes." She shrugs and pops a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

Watching you fawn over the the creatures in those films makes him feel better about himself, makes him feel like less of a monster, like he's still capable of being loved.

[annabtg]

Anna, you’re so right(i love you). It’s so annoying that all these woke yaoi-shipping sjws have taken over the fandom. You cannot put characters like James and Sev through modern lenses(“Snape was a child abuser” teachers were allowed to hit students with rulers at 90s british schools but being a little mean to a troublemaker makes you satan🙄) and understand them fully. You also cannot make James Potter into a bisexual adhd-having MOC and keep true to his character(everything about him relays on him being very privileged in society)

Love, an old man.

I don't know how you can read this post and conclude that my problem is "woke, yaoi-shipping sjws"? My problem is, like I said, the complete lack of reading comprehension skills, of creative and analytical thought and of the ability to empathize with the characters.

Indeed, modern social media seems to favour performative activism, but that's not what fanfic suffers from. I've engaged with fandom enough to understand that the prevalence of non-nuanced takes comes from younger fans who have grown up in a world massively different from the one I grew up in as a millennial with boomer parents.

Nevertheless, I don't think you're doing it right either, my love. Teachers might have been allowed to hit students with rulers in the 70s (they weren't allowed in 90s Greece, though, and I have been informed neither were they in the UK) - and an example of a strict but good teacher in the books is Minerva McGonagall, who would dole out harsh punishments and use her sharp tongue on students, but still gives you the feeling that she cared about them and loved them. That kind of "tough love" was how boomers took care of their kids. Not Snape, who had beef with a student because he didn't like his father. That's fucked up. But the thing is that Snape is supposed to be unlikeable and mean and come off as the villain, to make his arc all the more surprising and impactful. He's supposed to be a fucked up dick who works for the side of good, because the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

As for James, I don't think his portrayal as a bisexual ADHD-having MOC is inherently incompatible with his character, even if it's not the authorial intent (indeed, James is supposed to be the picture of privilege). For instance, one aspect of HP I find fascinating is how being a POC doesn't descend into racism in the books - I think there's one single instance of it, where Pansy tells Angelina she's got worms on her head, but that's obviously Pansy being a dick, and other than that there is no casual racism thrown about to people like Dean or Lee or Cho or the Patils. Whether their portrayal is nuanced or stereotypical is a different discussion, but I think it's obvious that we're supposed to take out that if you're a racist wizard, it's not colour that matters, it's blood. James Potter could reasonably be a POC and it wouldn't matter at all in the world he lived in.

That he would struggle with ADHD or sexuality is also not implausible, and in fact I think it makes for very compelling portrayals of him to be going through that in an era-adequate way. Have people around him be annoyed because he just won't sit still, show him confused by his attraction to Sirius and downplaying it with semi-homophobic remarks. I'm personally not so much a fan of a Hogwarts that reads like you're at Pride, but it was the era of hippies, after all?? I think that Hogwarts would be on the conservative side of things, but at the end of the day it *was* the time when queerness started to gain visibility and I understand how people feel at liberty to use that. Everyone seeks to connect to these characters through fic to some degree; for me, who grew up as a gifted (and probably undiagnosed autistic?) kid in a conservative society, the canon portrayal of people like James and Lily and Sirius at Hogwarts resonates enough to keep me intrigued.

I don't lament people trying to project their own struggles with queerness or mental illness or idk just the fun conversations they have with their friends on the Marauders and Hogwarts; what bugs me is when it's being done in a way that cancels canon aphoristically, and you're suddenly idk toxic for shipping Jily because "James was an abuser and Lily had Stockholm Syndrome" - that's not what happened. Showing off like a peacock was the men's standard flirting technique, and playing hard to get was the women's standard flirting technique, and even with that Jily contains a LOT of nuance - and frankly, even through a modern lens I find it very difficult to miss if you have the first idea of reading between the lines. Which is why I keep saying: lack of reading comprehension skills and critical thinking beyond understanding straightforward text messages and cheap quips is the bane of these readers' existence (or, you know, our existence, for having to put up with it).

[systenowy-blog]

interesting, possibly obvious to systems, thing about DID/OSDD:

the same trauma can cause several results in every person

I will give you an example but it's going to be TW water trauma

when a kid almost drowns (or an adult who already has DID or OSDD) they might split an alter due to trauma but for every system it can look differently

those are several outcomes that might happen (probably there are more):

host with DID forgets the event and another alter keeps memories of it inside or while fronting - either will front for a trigger or not but then will experience fear towards water (maybe specific water like a lake or a swimming pool, not always even a bath) or other negative feelings, gatekeeper might isolate those memories from the whole system and it won't belong to anyone as well

new alter will be a protector that will help the rest of traumatised system swim/take baths so they will stay safe, they might even ADORE water while others will hate it - they often take form of water animals, mermaids and other creatures that come from water somehow

new alter will front to avoid water at all costs whenever system is close to it

alter will try to continue traumatising the system as a persecutor with water anyhow (usually it's part of the persecutor, not exactly whole new split around this subject, they can use it against other alters even if they splitted earlier out of totally different reasons)

nothing will happen and whole system is going to be afraid of water (or some kinda of it only) more or less

system will be still ok with water in majority, slight fear might occur but nothing more despite of traumatic event as some will react lighter than others and it doesn't make the event any less traumatic

also alters can have different reactions to water which inclused freezing or panic, not exactly trying to save yourself

so instead of saying "I had it worse and didn't split/develop DID" or worrying something wasn't traumatic enough consider that body/mind can react in many different ways

Soprano

[lionheartslowstart]

POA

Something happened recently that has caused me to confront the fact that I am truly disabled. It's not that I didn't know I was, of course I have since the autism diagnosis, but I really, and I mean really, got hit in the face with it.

I'll explain.

I can't go into too much detail regarding the actual circumstances, but the long and short of it is that I had to give my parents power of attorney in order to solve a housing issue. I trust parents completely and I know it's not something they would ever abuse. They made it clear to me that should I ever want to dissolve it, we could do that, and that the sole purpose for getting it was to avoid any houses issues now and in the future.

We had to go to a lawyer's office to sign the document and have it notarized. It was all very official. Afterwards, I drove home, sat on my bed, and just cried.

When I received the autism diagnosis, I was diagnosed with Level 1 autism. Autism is divided into 3 different levels. However, in my research, these levels seem to pertain strictly to social skills. In this way, yes, I am a Level 1 autistic. But if we're talking about "functionality," I'm not so sure I can qualify as Level 1 anymore. (Seriously, why IS it split by social ability? That's stupid.)

I'm 30 years old, and I'm still financially dependent on my parents. At this point in my life, I can't work a full time job. As a result, I will never be financially independent, and I will never be able to afford housing on my own. I say "at this point," because maybe one day that will change, but I doubt it. And for the record, I count myself lucky I can at least work a part time job, because 85% of autistics can't work at all.

Autism is a developmental disability, and I feel that as I'm getting older, it's become more obvious. Because I'm staying the same. I mean, obviously not completely the same. I've learned and grown and matured, and my friends who have known me for over a decade always comment on how much I've changed, but that's not what I mean. I mean that I feel like an adult and a child at the same time. I mean there are certain things I can't DO, certain things I can't retain or process, because my brain just won't let me. For example, I can't set up health insurance by myself. Every time my mom tries to explain it to me, my brain glazes over. That's the best way I can explain it. And I swear, I am trying SO hard to pay attention. I can't help it. My brain just...won't.

If this is what my life looks like when I'm 30, what is it going to look like when I'm 50? 60? 70? Not good. Not a good quality of life at all.

I'm so jealous of my friends and family. I don't understand how they do it. Even my other autistic friends are able to work full time or go to school full time without incident. (I did go to college full time but I almost ended myself like 3 times and I had to take a LOT of time off throughout.) It makes me feel guilty and bad. Like a loser. A failure. And yes, I know that autism can look different in everyone. I guess this is just one of the ways it affects me personally. But even so, it's painful to watch everyone around you be fully independent, and for whatever reason that's just not you. I mean, I'm independent in other ways. I can live by myself, make my own appointments, work part-time, and form meaningful relationships. I'm really trying to focus on those things instead, but it's been difficult to stay positive. I feel like financial independence is pretty major.

I want to interject here and say that I am insanely grateful to my parents. I know how blessed I am. They are my biggest supporters, both emotionally and financially. They love me so much, and if I didn't have them I'm certain I'd be homeless, probably long dead. I know that most people don't have parents like mine, let alone autistic people. I thank them all the time and tell them how guilty I feel and reassure them that I'm not lazy or spoiled, that I take their support very seriously. And they always assure me that they know, and not to worry about it, and they just want me to be happy.

But I do worry about it. My parents have wasted so much money on keeping me alive, it makes me physically ill. If I wasn't around, they'd have more money in their pockets for other things. They wouldn't have to worry about me all the time. I genuinely feel like they'd be better off without me, at least in the long run.

Like I said, the thoughts have been real dark lately, y'all. I've been extremely depressed since we instated the POA. This is my reality.

I don't know if my friends will still want to be friends with me in 10 years. Even my autistic friends. I don't like that I'll most likely never be financially independent. It is my greatest shame and I wish so badly it wasn't true.

People who insist autism is a fad and that people fake it for attention or whatever can eat my entire ass.

I would do anything, and I mean anything, to not be autistic.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if in "Two men and a baby " Carlisle didn't call Aro to tell him about the hybrid pregnancy?

Does Edward turn Bella? What happens to Raleigh and the baby? Do Edward and Bella remain married? Does Edward confess the rest of the Cullens about what he did?

Do the Denalis try to make another baby?

Two Men and a Baby by me and @therealvinelle

Well, let's answer your questions in order.

Does Edward Turn Bella?

No. 100% no. Absolutely no.

Unlike canon, Bella's not dying right in front of him here and is perfectly healthy. He absolutely wants her to remain human. And while turning her would help reassure her that he does value their relationship/ultimately want to be with her and the affair is what's temporary he still can't do it.

The only reason he did it in the fic is because, as Carlisle did call Aro, Carlisle had to have Bella turned before he arrived in case he'd kill them all over it and Edward would rather do it himself (as Bella wants that as well) than have Carlisle do it.

But he still really hadn't wanted to do it.

Bella remains human and very miserable and I imagine Edward tries to send her away from Denali but she refuses to leave.

What Happens to Raleigh and the Baby?

Raleigh survives as he's turned after the abortion/c-section as happened in the fic. He's offered a number of different options but the thing is...

Well.

To be on the diet he pretty much has to be with either the Cullens or the Denali. The Denali are out for obvious reasons and the Cullens are out because of Edward. He can't go it alone either per Volturi law/it's just not a good idea and if he goes off with some of the Cullens other friends like the Irish (who probably won't want him around anyway) then he'll most certainly end up eating people.

Not to mention the Cullens still have to turn Bella so would be dealing with two newborns (they've done it before but it's not great).

I imagine the Cullens have to split. Or, more specifically, Carlisle tells Edward to take a vacation for a while. Raleigh can't be around Edward, Bella probably needs a break to figure things out while going through newborn bullshit anyway, and sometimes Edward there are consequences for your actions.

Despite only Edward having to go, this will split the family.

Alice and Jasper will probably go with Edward to both keep him in line and have someone with him. Depends how moody and depressed Edward gets. Bella will want to go with Edward but be told she can't (because newborn and Edward just cheated on you) and be an utter mess. And Esme... I'm torn on her because they're effectively banishing Edward for a while which she wouldn't be cool with, but on the other hand, this one's bad even for Esme to deal with.

And the baby's a whole other issue but I imagine it'll sooner or later end up with Rosalie and Emmett as they're the ones that really want a baby. Raleigh doesn't want it, pointedly, because of the horrific bullshit that happened to him. He doesn't even want to acknowledge that thing exists. Now, that might change but for now, no.

Bella would want to care for it, except Edward's whole debacle's going on and she's going to be a teenage newborn and is a complete mess unprepared to care for a literal baby.

And Edward of course is right out.

So Rosalie and Emmett get it and may also go on extended holiday so that Raleigh can go through newborn drama without baby drama.

Does Edward Confess?

Edward? No.

Carlisle? Yes.

Carlisle has to explain what's happened, what's going on, and he pressures Edward to tell everyone but Edward... can't find a good way to do that...

Which means Carlisle ends up doing it and emotionally explodes.

Do The Denali Try Again?

Probably yes. Let's not get into it.

[callsign-songbird]

OK ok ok, my mind is churning with an AU

So, we know Charlie's wonderful slasher Simon AU, right? Well, I just finished the second scream movie and BOY do I have thoughts for my own vaiernt of the Slasher Simon AU.

College.

Sports.

Murder.

Of course, not for any convoluted reason like Micky or Ms. Lumen, no. Just because Simon had a rough upbringing, and it's one of the only ways he knows how to releive stress. Besides, he's always found knives and firearms fascinating, especially his KBAR and his Snake Eye. The first time was an accident, the second time felt good, and after that? After that was just... Ghost.

They can go to an rotc specializing college (idk if those exist, but it's 4 am, I'll finesse the details later) ANYWAY they can be split up by Dorms!! Like, dorm TF141, and K0RT4C.

Laswell could be the headmistress, or Vice President

Price would totally be the golden boy dorm leader. He has to make sure that the boys under his jurisdiction stay safe and abide by dorm rules. He totally acts like the father of the group and always gets mistaken for a teacher (although, he does tutor students who fall behind, even if they aren't in his dorm)

Gaz could be the clumsy right-hand man who always has the scoop around campus (Golden retriever boy) always wears a baseball cap or letterman jacket, sometimes both.) He's the little brother of the group, definitely. Not to the point where he is baby, but definitely to the point where the others help him out a bit more and tend to give him advice (whether it's warranted or not) and he totally looks up to Price.

Soap is a study abroad student from Scotland who takes his studies almost as serious as his Rugby. A total Jock, but not the sleazy kind, the kind that takes a drunk girl home and writes her a note explaining what happened while leaving a bucket by her bed and some pedialite on the bedside (because not everyone can drink like him) going with the brother theme, Soap is TOTALLY the older brother, you can't tell me I'm wrong. I totally headcannon that he grew up in a stable household with three younger sisters, so he's just used to being the big brother.

Simon would (obviously) be the Ghostface. The scream movies are really good at keeping you guessing who the killers are, so it really wouldn't be obvious at all. He's buff from sports and the time he spends either at the gym or training in martial arts for his expected military career, of course he still likes dark humor and really bad jokes, and has a penchant for skull themed clothes, going as far as to wear a skull-print balaclava in winter. (Soap has declared himself as Simon's best friend. Simon won't admit it, but it's true.) Keeping up with the brothers theme, Simon is DEFINITELY a middle child. Quiet, reserved, brooding, tries to keep to himself so people tend to overlook him. Middle child all the way in this dorm dynamic. (Though, being a murder isn't exactly his LIFE, more of a hobby to let off steam, so it isn't really the focal point of the AU so much as college shenanigans)

And Roach (Because in my AU roach is alive and well) if the dorm is a family, then Roach is the pet, or the Wine uncle who occasionally shows up at 3 in the morning to steal snacks. Roach is the dorm party animal, always up to trouble, always has a drink, everyone loves him, and he always seems to know everything about everyone on campus. But he's also a feral gremlin who says and does weird things (like taking naps in the ceiling on lunch) all the time, so half the time no one takes him seriously. Odd and feral as he may be, he's still part of the dorm, and everyone treats him as such.

I still have to think about the K0RT4K dormmates and their dynamic, as well as the Ghosts squad, but oh my gosh, let me know if you want any more, and please send asks if you're interested! Though, I'll probably be drabbling more about it anyway, lol

[everythingwasnormalhere]

…don’t mind me :D

STYLE: 🌺🌷🌲🌳

BUNNY: 🌵🪴🌱🌻

SHIP OF YOUR CHOICE: 💮🍄

Please don’t feel pressured to answer these all, but have fun answering what you choose to!

Style:

🌺- Have they have any comforting or happy stories around their disabilities?

YES ACTUALLY<3 ok so, this is kinda spoilery but also really fucking cute so :3 when kyle got his feeding tube, it included a 1-2 weeks long hospital stay. He was super insecure about it, also worsening his already bad relationship with his scars, which made his mental state pretty fucking shitty... Stan stayed at his since he was let out because he's a codependent bastard, and at one point kyle broke down and told him about what was wrong, and our lovely staniel just. Told him he still found him beautiful and that he was glad Kyle was there and a bunch of super sweet stuff that made kyle feel so much better about himself<33 idk man they're so cute (also im writing the fic that includes this lmao)

🌷- How does being disabled imapct their love life? For example does it impact their date nights, activities they can and can't do as a couple, ect.

First, going to restaurants is a No. Unless they have been previously deemed Safe by Kyle, they will Not have dates there (because they can't know whether a restaurant's food will or not trigger an episode as they haven't made it themselves and all). Also Stan's whole depressive episodes make going out harder, because whenever it's a Bad episode he won't even leave the house so like... but they still manage :)

🌲- How do they accommodate eachother? Do they have a routine that helps with this? Do they do this consciously or subconsciously?

I WILL NEVER NOT TALK ABOUT STAN BEING THE FIRST PERSON WHO KNOWS KYLE'S SAFE FOODS !!! This is something he does almost subconsciously but he will not make anything Kyle has trouble eating, and even when they were younger he remembered to bring to school something Kyle could eat (orange juice usually) just in case his mom packed stuff he had trouble with. Kyle meanwhile knows all the signs Stan is falling back into an episode, and he's slowly learnt the ways to pull him out of it before it gets bad :)

🌳- What would happen if they were to break up and/or loose eachother for any reason? How would this impact any party involved, would this trigger their disability?

Stan is So codependent he'd probably not survive without Kyle. Ever. Like, he tries not to make it obvious because he doesn't wanna trap Kyle in an unhealthy relationship, but he's so bad at dealing with Kylelessness he literally couldn't survive by himself. Kyle too but Maybe not to that level because my boy has a permanent layer of mild dissociation that would maybe protect him from the breakup ;w; (but like, they're both codependent as fuck, they're not breaking up ever 😭)

Bunny:

🌵- If they were to have a date that incorporated their disability what would this be like?

When he's having a bad day, Kenny usually can't even leave his bed (and less home), so as stubborn he is he lets Butters pick their plans for the day because he's so much better at accomodating Kenny than Kenny himself 😭 Usually their dates those days will be cuddling in bed/the couch and watching a movie, playing videogames, reading comics... depends on what they wanna do tbh, but they both like those dates a lot :) Also, honestly all their dates incorporate Butters' sensory issues in some way, either him wearing his headphones when they go to loud places (arcade or the movies) or making the TV quieter and dimmer, they incorporate their disabilities in pretty much everything they do even though they never mention it XD <3

🪴- If they plan on having a family how does being disabled effect this and their decision? Alternatively do they plan on having pets, of so how does being disabled impact their collective decision?

First, SHADOW !!!! Well, she wasn't really in their plans originally... she was more like a "yup she's coming with us alright" kinda split decision, and Lemon and Kafka were just an extra XD But they would've gotten pets either way, Butters is the biggest animal lover and Kenny is close to that position too lmao<3 About having children, this was a harder thing because Kenny wanted to be a foster parent, but realistically they wouldnt be able to care for that many children :( in the end though, they adopted a girl and they aren't the best parents but they're pretty great<3 (this happens in their 30s tho XD)

🌱- If the ship were to get married how would their wedding accommodate their disabilities? Alternatively what would their house/appartment/whatever accommodate them?

"No Ken, we are Not getting a house with stairs" -Butters Stotch (he's learnt after their old appartment, Kenny+stairs aren't the best convo 😭) - Their wedding didn't have that many accomodations, quieter music and not that many people invited (Butters' parents had coming in Forbidden. btw.), not that much but they had a great time still :)

🌻- Do they ever have to deal with ableism in regards to their relationship? How do they deal with it?

Short answer: yes 😭

Sadly, they get ableism both ways ;-; Kenny is the one who's most visibly disabled out of them, so Butters gets a shit ton of "you are sooo inspirational for dealing with this, i could never" (insert confused Butters noises, he doesn't get tf they mean by that 😭) and "are you Sure you want to live with That your whole life?" (yes he does he loves kenny with his whole life fuck off 😔✨), and also obviously a bunch of assholes talking to Butters instead of Kenny whenever he's pushing his wheelchair (insert butters being nonverbal atm so Kenny's the one who gotta do the talking 💀). The opposite way too, mainly the times when Butters is having meltdowns - for example, once they were at a party and Butters got really overwhelmed, and instead of helping a lot of people told Kenny horrible things I'm not repeating, and even though Butters was mid-meltdown he still remembered all that stuff and Kenny had to reassure him so much as soon as they got home :(

Ship of my choice:

💮- If one of the characters in the ship are having a bad disability day how long does it take the other(s) to pick up on the fact that they're struggling? Are they good at picking up on the signs, if not, is there a point that they do notice without being told?

You're getting another bunny answer because they're my beautiful boys<33

Butters picks it up pretty soon, but whether he mentions it or not is another story. When they were in school, in case Kenny didn't skip Butters would not say anything until they got home or at least they were alone, instead sending Kenny disapproving looks every time he lied about why he looked so tired TwT then when Kenny started using aids, Butters (and pretty much anyone who knew him) could tell in what lvl of pain he was in depending on what he was using :3

Kenny has a bit more trouble telling, as a teen he usually had So Much stuff in his head so he couldn't catch the signs (as much as he cares, noticing your friend is having a bad day while you yourself are running on 5 energy drinks and 2 hours of sleep isn't the easiest task 😭), which meant Butters usually had to let him know in some way - tugging at his sleeve most times, as he struggles with speaking on bad days. If Butters didn't do that though, Kenny figured out by seeing how he looked much more anxious and was looking around all the time, and he'd make sure to keep him safe and stay with him till they could get home. As adults, Butters had the whole "being out of a dangerous environment means PTSD gets Bad" era, and it was a lot easier to tell as during bad days he didn't wanna leave their room at all, which most times caused Kenny to stay there too till Butters felt ready to go outside<3

🍄- Free question!: If one of the characters disabilities is a progressive disability how do they plan their future? Does this impact their relationship as a whole?

Aaaand another one for bunny cuz I'm not shutting up about them ever (srsly i need help 💀)

This wasn't something they discussed much, Butters was aware Kenny was getting progressively worse because he's good at noticing that stuff, but it wasn't until they got older (40s-50s) that they had a "it Is getting That Bad" moment. Kenny hadn't been dying for a Long while, so he had no idea what was wrong with him this time till he (finally) went to the doctors - basically, huge spoiler ahead lmao, his deaths had just been speeding up an already existing chronic pain condition, so he probably wouldn't have had the whole dying pains thing if he hadn't had that condition in the first place. This whole thing Fucked Him Up, he hid it from Butters for as long as he could, he would lock himself in his room for days on end, he didn't know how to deal with knowing there was no way to stop it besides permadeath :( as soon as Butters knew, he comforted Kenny, because his worth didn't depend on the stuff he could or couldnt do and his love wasn't affected by Kenny's disability at all (🙌!!), and they did their best to get used to the whole thing and manage it, together<3

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TF2 Mercs Playing Splatoon

Personally I like to think all nine mercenaries would play Splatoon, whether they play it a lot, or a little, and I've spent a little too much time on this, so enjoy my headcanons lmfao.

Scout would definitely play the most of this game, outside of Pyro. As in, not even a year after the release, he already has 1,250 hours invested in the game, roughly. Now at first he spent that time in Story Mode, and has gone so far to essentially 1,000% complete the campaign. Once he did that, he focused on online play, and has been a beast in it.

His main weapon is the Dark Tetra Dualies, as he likes how lightweight and quick they are, and loves the quad dodge roll that comes with it. His gear's ability chunks are split 50/50, being half Run Speed up and half Swim Speed Up, as that's how he likes it. He typically goes between Turf War, Rainmaker, and Splat Zones, with his favorite being Rainmaker. He also does like the occasional round or two... or five of Salmon Run. As for how he is as a player, I'd say he's a good teammate, though sometimes he spam booyahs/ouches. Not fully active in Splatfests unless they really interest him.

Heavy doesn't play too much of the game... so to speak. He only plays a few hours every few days but damn is he serious about it. Like Scout and some of the other mercs he started off just playing Story Mode, namely to get the Secret Kettle icon cuz bear. He has maybe 500 hours in the game, so a lot but nothing to compare to Scout.

His main weapon is the Heavy Splatling, though he goes between that and the Ballpoint Splatling. But the Heavy Splatling reminds him of Sasha in some ways so that's why he almost exclusively plays that. He doesn't exactly dress for fashion in the game but definitely wears the Teddy Band. Honestly he probably has a slight moment of silliness and wears the Fresh Fish Gloves and Feet as well as the Teddy band, just to look a little silly. He either does Turf War or Splat Zones, and sometimes Tower Control, but it depends on his mood. He plays Salmon Run sparingly. He's an amazing teammate, and even if he's serious he loves getting in on Squid Parties. He's participated in every Splatfest thus far, being in the following teams: Rock, Gear, Fire, Sour, Milk Chocolate, and as of the upcoming Splatfest he would go Bigfoot.

Spy mainly plays to spite Scout I won't lie. Does not play as much as his son Scout but he does play enough to have left an impact. Pretty good at the game but also infuriating to go up against. Has not touched Story Mode nor does he care to play it, though the lore does intrigue him a bit.

His main weapon is the Undercover Brella, for more obvious reasons shall I say. He will not use any other weapon because he deems most of them as "too messy", though contradicts himself through occasionally using a different Brella. He's flashy, hence why he's spent so much Gold on Toni Kensa clothing. And while Toni Kensa clothing does not normally have either Ninja Squid or Stealth Jump as its main abilities, he knows how to work around it to make it happen, that way he's stylish, flashy, and sneaky. He usually finds himself playing either Rainmaker or Tower Control for the sneaky aspect, plus he's good at fucking with people in Rainmaker. He's a good teammate but does not communicate all too often, and hates Squid Partying. He's only participated in the Food Sensation and Chocolate Splatfests. being a part of Team Sweet and Team Dark Chocolate, his reasoning for it being the seductive nature of the foods... hence why Scout did not play in either of those Splatfests.

Sniper plays quite a bit. I mean quite a bit. Not as much as Scout or Pyro but more than Heavy. Healthy... unhealthy medium. Fucking insufferable to play against because of his accuracy. He half plays Story Mode but isn't too into it, still thinks it's cool though.

He has a preferred weapon but not really a main. His preferred weapon is between the E-Litre 4K, or E-Litre 4K Scope. However, he's trying to get 5 stars with every available Charger or Scope weapon in the game. He will occasionally play just a regular Shooter, but prefers Chargers and Scopes. As for clothing he tries to match it to what he wears, or he'll make himself fruity to get a giggle out of it. He prefers Turf War and Tower Control, though very rarely does Splat Zones or Rainmaker, never Clam Blitz. By God he is a force to be reckoned with, and is genuinely horrifying in matches. But he is respectful, never Squidbags and always Booyahs back as well, though if someone Squidbags him he comes back for a kill like a goddamn wild animal. Not really into Salmon Run, and was on the Team Gear for the first official Splatfest of the game.

Soldier plays a bit but is a bit regimented with how he plays. He plays a few hours every few days but that's about it, has done everything you can do in Story Mode and keeps replaying it because he likes it, he likes the idea of being in a secret military.

He absolutely loves the Hero Shot Replica and that, outside of the Splattershot Jr., is the only weapon he plays, and he's very good at it. His clothing is just the Hero Armor Replica, and he doesn't have any clothing outside of that, not counting the clothing given as default. He loves Turf War and Clam Blitz, Clam Blitz because it reminds him of American Football, and we know how he is about patriotism. He doesn't like the other three ranked modes because he thinks they're a bit too annoying, and he has a legit hatred of Tower Control. He's a good teammate, though does sometimes Squidbag a maggot (as per his words), and usually he feels the wrath later on. He likes Salmon Run, and outside of Turf War or Clam Blitz that's all he'll play. He's participated in every Splatfest so far, and has been on the following teams: Scissors, Gear, Water, Sweet, and Milk Chocolate.

Demoman plays quite a bit and half the time... er... all the time he's drunk, but is still a powerhouse in the game. He hasn't played Story Mode but will listen to Pyro ramble on about it, he doesn't mind, he just has trouble focusing on the actual story. A smidge insufferable to play against.

His main weapons are the Explosher and Clash Blaster due to the fact they're quick and decently deadly. His clothing in game is anything to mimic his mercenary outfit, definitely has the Wharfside Cap, everything else is just random for him, though he wishes there would be an eyepatch head item. Mainly ever plays Rainmaker, though does play Splat Zones on occasion. He is a toxic player in the Squidbagging sense. He Squidbags everyone he kills and tends to feel the wrath within 10 seconds of that happening. Plus he does Squid Party in Anarchy sometimes which is an unspoked, or loudly spoken No-No. He does play Salmon Run quite a bit and loves Big Run, though he's not the best at it. Hasn't participated in any Splatfest yet but obviously would be on Team Nessie.

Medic plays quite a bit but is a bit infrequent with how long he plays, sometimes playing an ungodly amount in one day or just like an hours worth. He hasn't played Story Mode as he can't find the time to so instead he just does whatever, or tries to play Story Mode and gets interrupted.

His main weapon is the Splatana Stamper due to it looking like a saw, though he's become slightly partial to the .96 Gal Deco. He kind of just wears whatever since there's not really doctor clothing in the game, and he'd heavily prefer something so he gets to look like a creepy doctor or a similar concept. Right now he's settled for looking like a witch. He usually plays Turf War or Tower Control when he does play, but he heavily prefers Turf War. Yet somehow he's X Rank in Anarchy. He's a very friendly player but does love Squidbagging to piss people off lmao. He plays Salmon Run very seldom, but when he does it's for a little too long in his day. He's only participated in two Splatfests, being on Team Spicy and Team White Chocolate.

Pyro has way more hours than Scout, at around 1,790 so far. They play this game day and night and it has slightly become their personality, which they admit. They've fully completed Story Mode and has cleared the Secret Kettle, and they've found little secrets in the game too.

Their main weapon is between both the regular and Neo classes of the Splash-o-Matic and Sploosh-o-Matic, with the Sploosh-o-Matic being their favorite by far. They try to match their gear in game to their gear outside of the game, which they've done a good job at. They play every Anarchy Mode alongside Turf War, but they do love Splat Zones. They're not a competitive player but at the same time you can't really tell based on how well they play. They're very friendly too, and tend to send friend requests after battles. They also love Salmon Run, having binged that as well. They've participated in all the Splatfests so far, being on the following teams: Team Paper, Team Fun, Team Grass, Team Sour, and Team Milk Chocolate. As for the upcoming Splatfest they would be on Team Aliens.

Last but not least, Engineer does not play Splatoon all to often, only really playing it with Pyro. He has the least amount of hours at maybe 60 if we're being generous. He hasn't played Story Mode, genuinely just playing the game so Pyro has a gaming buddy.

Despite this, his main weapon is the Dynamo Roller, as he likes how powerful it is. He's very good with the weapon, and usually gets a lot of splats in a game. Since he isn't online much he doesn't have a favorite mode, and just kind of plays whatever Pyro wants to, and that's about it. He also doesn't really care what he wears in game so he looks a little goofy lol. He has no opinion on Salmon Run either, still just playing it so Pyro has someone to game with. And with Splatfests, he's been on the same teams as his mysterious friend and hasn't deviated.

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Unfortunately, I had to split the childhood chapter in half since it's getting to be way too long and I have to focus on the finals week that's starting next Monday, so I won't be able to write much if at all. I'll start writing again once it ends, but I'll probably save the second half of the chapter for a memory/flashback chapter.

Without further ado, here's the first half of Malva's childhood! 4422 words long! Enjoy ✨

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Malva remembers the day she was allowed to finally meet 'Leanor's friends.

She remembers how close of an eye her guards had on her, watching her every move as if afraid she was going to bolt into the forest the moment she had the chance. That was the main reason she was not allowed to go outside unsupervised, after all. She ran away and into the lush green paradise far too many times for Mother’s liking.

She remembers waiting anxiously near the entrance to the palace gardens, counting and and re-counting the numbers of petals of each flower growing from the bush next to her. What if they don't like me? She had asked herself, what if 'Leanor decides that she doesn't want to play with me anymore because her friends don't want to?

Looking back on it, she doesn't quite understand her thought process anymore. It had seemed so straightforward back then, so obvious that Maleanor would no longer want to spend time with her in favor of her friends.

Malva remembers how her fears were quieted.

She remembers 'Leanor's grinning face as she raced towards her, pulling her into a hug before she introduced her to her friends.

Levan, ‘Leanor had said his name was, a boy who seemed to be around 'Leanor's age, was the first of the two strangers to greet her. Malva remembers his gentle smile and calm disposition, and she remembers wondering how in the world someone like him would befriend her sister.

But then she saw the way 'Leanor had looked at him, and she understood that it was not a simple friendship that tied Levan and Maleanor together.

The second boy looked younger than both Levan and 'Leanor. He greeted Malva awkwardly, as if not quite sure how to address her. She remembers his eyes first and foremost; a pair of shining red that looked like sunrise over a raging sea, the hues shifting like the waves, magenta one second, then back to red, then to a mix of those two colors. His eyes were mesmerizing to watch, but Malva tears her gaze away from them before things turn awkward.

Malva had known of the boy with sunrise eyes before this, of course. The boy had been an orphan her mother had taken in, but she had yet to meet him prior to this.

What was his name again?

Ah, but she supposed she should introduce herself first.

"I am Malva Draconia," she had said, dropping into a curtsy once she remembered her lessons about manners, "second princess of Briar Kingdom, younger sister of Maleanor."

‘Leanor had scoffed at that, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. “You need not be so formal with them,” she had told Malva, nudging her towards the two boys, “they are my friends. I have told them of you.”

For some reason she, herself did not understand to this day, Malva had not thought that ‘Leanor would have talked about her to her friends.

Still, Malva smiles, “It’s nice to meet you regardless,” she had said.

The boy with sunrise eyes nods stiffly, while Levan just reassures Malva that it was fine.

What was the other boy’s name again? Malva can’t seem to remember, though she’s sure he had already introduced himself.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Levan’s eyes are kind. Malva had decided that Levan would be a wonderful partner for ‘Leanor right then and there.

°•°•°•°

In truth, the forest usually was not Malva's destination. It was just where they usually find her.

Looking at her reflection on the river’s surface, she adjusts her cloak, making sure no one could see her horns. Thankfully, with her technically being a hatchling, her horns weren't that hard to hide. Her tail had been bunched up to resemble a backpack under her cloak, hiding it from view. It is only once she's confident that she looks like any other fae and not a princess that she finally sets off.

Was this dangerous? Sure.

Will she get scolded if she was caught? Of course.

Would she care? Ehhh…

Her destination this time was a town not too far from the palace. The bustling streets would have overwhelmed her had it not been that she had been taught to be used to crowds at revels. He was here somewhere. She just needed to look for him.

A head of sunflower blond hair, far shorter than the rest of the humans, and ears too pointed to be those of a human.

There.

Altair, a half-human she had met during a revel.

Malva's friend.

Not an acquaintance, not a mere ally.

Her friend.

She grins brightly, weaving through the mass of people to get to him as quickly as possible. “Altair!” She greets, excited to see him.

“Finally got away from those guards, huh?” Altair grins back at her, giving her a pat on the shoulder before turning to the library. He raised his hand, trying to get hold of the door handle, but was much too short to reach it.

Malva snickers at his failed attempt, “same goes to you. Did your parents finally let you leave the cabin again?” she didn't have any right to laugh, however, as she herself was also too short to reach the handle. She was older than him, sure, but with his human heritage he was a bit taller than her and looked older than her as well.

They ended up having to wait for an adult to open the door for them.

°•°•°•°

“When do you think you’ll finally accept ‘Leanor’s proposals?”

Malva had invited Levan to tea not long after she had met him and his and Maleanor's other friend. This was a very important subject, after all, and first (or in this case, second) impressions were important. Levan needed to know that Malva is and always will be on Maleanor’s side.

The sudden question makes Levan choke on the tea he had been drinking. Malva just watches him, waiting for him to stop coughing and answer her question. “So? What’s your answer?”

Finally, after he has his breathing back under control, Levan looks at Malva, his jaw open in bafflement, “are you proposing to me in Maleanor’s stead? For Maleanor?”

Malva shrugs, taking another sip of her own cup of tea, “you seem to have a problem with answering Maleanor when she asks you to marry her, so I’m going to ask you to marry her,” a pause, then she looks him right in the eyes, her gaze blazing, “marry ‘Leanor, Levan. I know you like her.”

Levan is at a loss for words. He opens his mouth, about to say something, before he thinks better of it and sighs instead. He looked at her, resigned, before speaking, “tell me why you’re doing this again?”

“Well for starters,” a little bit more of Levan’s will to live fades from his eyes, “you like ‘Leanor. That much is easy to see from the way you look at her. And you know ‘Leanor is fond of you as well, since she’s always looking for a reason to spend alone time with you. Furthermore-”

This is going to take a while.

°•°•°•°

“-Finally, you have rivals, dear brother-in-law. Others who yearn for my sister’s attention and affections. She could have anyone in the kingdom, but she chose yo-” Malva’s eye twitches in annoyance and she pokes Levan roughly on his ribs when she notices his vacant stare, “are you even listening?” she frowns. She can tell how much Levan means to ‘Leanor. She wants nothing more than for their happiness, but if Levan doesn't make a move soon, she fears what ‘Leanor would think.

Levan, who had been zoned out for the better part of an entire hour of her explanation, winces in pain, his hand over the rib Malva had poked. “I was listening,” he grumbles. His thoughts seem to be elsewhere, however.

Malva sighs. She needs another approach, something that could worm into Levan’s mind and conscience and will refuse to let go until he tells ‘Leanor how he feels. Maybe…

“Y’know, Lilia is exceptionally close to ‘Leanor,” Levan’s ears perk up at her words. Perfect. She has him right where she wants him, “It’s not hard to see why, truly. Lilia is… something. He’s hardheaded and rather brash, like ‘Leanor is, but he also always makes sure she’s alright. In fact,” now this is a risk, but it’s a risk she’s willing to take, “I’d say, in a way, he’s in love with her as well.”

Lilia was a friend to both ‘Leanor and Levan, and though Malva felt a little guilty for using his name for her schemes, she assures herself that she'll apologize to him for it once she finally gets to meet him.

In all honesty she doesn't even know if Lilia actually likes ‘Leanor in that way or not, but regardless.

Levan was quiet, seemingly thinking through his options. He looks away from her, looking off into the distance, “you know what? You're right. Perhaps Lilia is better suited for Maleanor after all.”

Wait, what?

No! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

“I'm not saying you should give up on wooing her!” Malva hissed, standing up and trying to get him to look her in the eyes, all while Levan looks away from her, his shoulders slumped in defeat, “‘Leanor doesn't love Lilia! She loves you! All you need to do is court her and all is well!”

Levan was supposed to use that as inspiration for him to pursue Maleanor more overtly. Lilia was just supposed to be an imaginary obstacle. He wasn’t supposed to matter in the equation!

… Malva feels guilty just thinking about it. She should really find Lilia and apologize for using his name like that.

Malva shakes her head quickly to clear her mind. No, that didn't matter for now. What matters is that Levan is giving u-

His shoulders are shaking. There's… there's amusement in Levan's eyes.

He's laughing at her.

Not only that, he's laughing at her in such a way that someone would have thought he was crying!

The heat of embarrassment rises up to Malva's cheeks, and with an indignant huff and a puff of fire, Malva smacks Levan on the shoulder as hard as her little hands can. “Stop laughing!” she all but cries, her voice cracking, “it's not funny at all! I'm trying to get my sister a husband here!”

Levan just kept laughing, but at least he stopped pretending to cry, clutching his sides as he almost fell off of his chair, “s-sorry, I- pfft- haha! It's just adorable how insistent you are in this.”

This just makes Malva even more indignant. How dare he? Sure, he was a noble, but he was still just a noble. Not yet a prince; not yet ‘Leanor’s husband. “I'm the Second Princess of Briar Kingdom. I know how to control my fire breath. I know how to fly. I am feared. I am powerful. I am not adorable.”

Levan is still laughing.

“I'm telling ‘Leanor you were being mean to me!”

“W-wait, no-”

°•°•°•°

Look left? Check.

Look right? Check.

Perfect. Nobody is watching her. It's time for her to-

“Moonlight? What in the world are you doing?”

“Ack-”

Malva whirls around, almost tripping over a root in her haste, only to see Maleanor standing behind her. Her mind scrambles for an excuse as to why she was slowly inching to the edge of the forest while the ball was commencing, any reason that would not end in her being scolded, but Maleanor narrows her eyes at her before she could respond.

“Yet again you try to run away from an event,” Maleanor sighs, shaking her head. Malva shrinks into herself, shame bubbling up in her stomach though she feels like she hasn't done anything wrong. Without a warning, Maleanor grabs her by the arm and drags her back into the center of the celebrations.

Planting her feet on the ground in vain, the younger of the two sisters squirms wildly, trying to free herself from the older one’s grasp, “I have plans, ‘Leanor. Plans that do not involve nobles sucking up to me in hopes of me giving them something,” she huffs, looking around the palace grounds for someone that could help her or at least be a distraction, “besides, it's not as if anyone here actually likes each other anyways. It's all one big ploy for each of them to get more power.”

“That’s just how politics are, Moonlight,” wait, it looks like they're going away from the center now- oh great, she's dragging her towards Levan and that sunrise-eyed boy. What fun. “You must learn to live with that.”

Maybe if she'd just use a little gravity magic- no, it didn't work. “That's not how I want it to be. What's life without genuine friendship? Without genuine love?” Maybe she could grow some vines from the ground to anchor her- aaaand Maleanor ripped out the vines.

“You've been talking to that half-human boy, haven't you?” They're getting incredibly close to Maleanor's friends, the chance for escape is slipping through Malva's fingers like sand. Maleanor didn't seem to care, “I've told you before and I'll tell you again, sister, those fantasy books are just that, fantasy. It's not how the world works.”

Escape is nigh impossible now. They're right in front of Maleanor's friends, which means if Malva did escape, it'll make her look bad. But does that mean that she'll back down? No. Malva is far too prideful for that. “Well you genuinely love Levan, don't you?” She snaps at Maleanor, her tail swishing in agitation. Still, she inwardly grins at the way both Levan and Maleanor's cheeks redden at her proclamation, “that means that genuine love and care does exist, even in politics, and it should exist more.”

Maleanor grabs Malva by the face, squishing her cheeks in a tight grip, “I told you not to say that in front of him!” She hissed, “have I not already told you I do not need your help to court him?!”

“Now now, let's both calm down, alright?” Levan tries to soothe, placing a hand over Maleanor's in an attempt to make her let go of Malva's face, “there's no need for this, hmm?” Unfortunately, Maleanor still doesn't let go, her eyes locked with Malva’s defiantly. Levan sighs, “Lilia, help me a little, will you?”

Ah. So he's Lilia. Malva really messed up by using his name to try to make Levan confess to Maleanor, then. Her current “featherdragon” project needs a new sacrifice.

Lilia looks at her, then at Maleanor, then at Levan. Then, he sighs, “Maleanor, your sister’s still a kid. She doesn't know any better.”

Oh? Oh!

Throwing Lilia a ‘thank you’ glance, Malva mentally notes to give him a gift later to show him her appreciation. Also as an apology, even if she'll never tell him what the apology is for. Taking a deep breath, Malva then turns her attention to Maleanor.

She imagines someone yawning, making her have the urge to yawn as well, but she keeps her mouth shut. Her eyes still water, though, and by holding back the yawn, it makes it look as though she's holding back tears. Look at me, she tries to hold back her giggling as she thinks the words, making herself look as sad as possible, how could you be so mean to me? Aren't I your baby sister? I'm not even a century old yet and you're already being so cruel…

She makes her bottom lip quiver, just for good measure.

The steeliness of Maleanor's eyes waver for a moment, her grip loosening, and Malva takes the opportunity to make a mad dash away from all three of them.

Success!

°•°•°•°

Sitting by the stream, Altair watches as fish of many colors swim by. The cool autumn wind tousled his hair, bringing with it a sense of calmness.

“Sunflower!”

From behind him, Malva emerges from the forest and sits down beside him. She grins widely, opening up her palm and making a magical fire in her hand to light up the area around them. “Pretty great, huh? I've been practicing.”

Altair rolls his eyes, setting down the book he had brought and moving closer to take a better look at the green flame. Much to his surprise, the flame isn't hot even when he puts his hand right next to it, “you didn't need to, you know. I'm a half-fae, not a human.” He can still see perfectly well in the darkness, and he can still see the amusement in Malva's eyes.

Malva, for her part, snaps her fingers and summons a book, placing it down next to his.

“You're just jealous you don't know how to cast this spell,” she nudges him with her shoulder playfully. For someone of such high social standing as her, she’s remarkably friendly in his eyes. Her eyes, however, lock onto the book he brought, and she turns it over so she can read the title, “what's this?”

Plucking the book from Malva's hand, Altair opens the book to where he last left off, Malva reading from over his shoulder. “It's my mother's herbarium.”

“A book about herbs?”

Altair nods, tilting the book towards her so she could see the pages better, “yeah, and it has the uses for the plants here too. See, here's yarrow, and here's a list of its uses, like slowing down bleeding…”

Malva listens intently to Altair's every word, her eyes locked on the pages of the book as he points out every interesting detail he could find. He suddenly remembers the thing she said about having been given a garden by her mother, (garden-hoard, she had said Princess Maleanor had called it) and its many plants. To find out that they have uses is something he would bet she had not thought she would be learning today.

But hearing that the herbarium used to belong to Altair's mother seemed to have reminded her of something.

“Didn't you say that your mother is a healer?”

Altair is taken aback for a moment by the sudden question, “Hm? Oh, yes, she is. Why do you ask?”

That's… odd. He could have sworn he saw something flash in her eyes. Something akin to glee.

“How exactly does someone become a healer?”

Suspicion creeps up Altair's spine. He answers, though hesitantly, “well, you have to learn about medicine on your own, then find a healer willing to be your mentor, then if you're good at it, you have to go to a special academy…” wait- why was he telling her this? Why did she want to know this anyway? “What are you planning?”

The surprised expression on Malva's face is too exaggerated to be genuine. “What? Am I not allowed to be curious about these things?”

The half-fae just stares at her, deadpan. He looks her up and down, slightly narrowing his eyes.

“Okay, yes, I want to be a healer. But that's because–”

“I don't think just wanting to add to your botanical collection is a good enough reason to become a healer.”

“I don't like seeing when people get hurt either!”

°•°•°•°

By the time Malva gets back to the castle, she finds that most of the guests have left, with only a few people hanging around the drinks table and Maleanor and her friends talking near the gates. She would have thought they’d all gone home by now, but she supposes that they have something to discuss. Walking towards them, she starts to be able to hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Aww! You were paying attention to her!”

“She's your sister! Of course I pay attention to her!”

“Even I didn't notice the book she was holding~”

“Stop trying to hide the obvious, Lilia.”

“Levan! Not you too!”

“What's going on here?” It's likely because of how immersed in their conversation they were, but none of them seemed to have noticed Malva standing beside Maleanor. And they seemed to have forgotten what she had said about Maleanor’s feelings for Levan, which is good.

Maleanor turns around and grins at her, catching her before she could run and squishing her cheeks again– much gentler, this time. “There you are, my dearest sister!”

“I don't like where this is going.”

“Yes, regardless,” much to Malva's annoyance, Maleanor waves away her words like they were nothing. She points to Lilia, who looks like he would much rather be anywhere but here, “this boy, right here,” Maleanor starts, her eyes positively gleaming with mischief, “has eyes for you, Moonlight.”

“What.”

“For the last time, I don't!” Lilia was seething, very clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. Malva, on the other hand, was too confused to really react.

“Don't lie, you were watching her enough to notice that the reason she was trying to flee the party has something to do with the book!”

Book? Oh, Altair's book.

Maybe this isn't the time to tell them?

Who was she trying to fool, this was the perfect time. She owed Lilia for her escape earlier anyway, so the least she could do is distract Maleanor and Levan from his embarrassment.

“Aside from accusations about ‘having eyes’ or whatever you three were talking about, I have an announcement.” Malva said, before anyone could interrupt her.

This seemed to have piqued their interest, as Maleanor released her hold on Malva and let go of her cheeks. Good. They were getting sore from being squished so much.

It was Levan who first spoke up again, “so, what was this about an announcement?”

This was it. A reason for her to distance herself from politics and add to her hoard in the process. Finally. This way Mother will stop pestering her about hoarding “real” treasures. Finally she can be of use to the kingdom.

“I'm going to become a healer.”

…

An awkward silence envelops them.

“That's it?”

“What do you mean ‘that's it’?” Malva's tail twitches in annoyance, “I just told you I'm going to be a healer.”

Is that not a big thing? To decide your own path in life so soon?

“Are you sure about it?” Lilia asked, “I mean, you're still only, what, seventy years old? Are you sure you're not going to change your mind halfway?”

She had distracted the other two from pestering him and this is how he repays her? How rude.

“You're a princess first and foremost,” Maleanor chimes in, “if you want to run around in your free time messing with plants, then you can. But being a healer is a whole other thing.”

Are they even listening to her? With an exaggerated sigh, Malva turns away from them, starting to walk back to the palace. “You know what? Fine. I'll just prove to you that this is the path I'll take regardless.”

Malva felt like a sulking hatchling. Which, to be fair, she was.

But she wasn't seventy years old; she was seventy nine.

°•°•°•°

“Has anyone seen my sister?”

The servant bows his head respectfully, taking a step back from the confused princess, “no, Princess Maleanor. None of us have seen Princess Malva today.”

Maleanor's brows furrow. Where was she? She hadn't seen Malva since the younger dragon fae said she was going to become a healer. Was she really that upset that Maleanor had pointed out the obvious?

With a sigh, Maleanor forces herself to nod. If Malva was anywhere nearby, she didn't want her to accidentally get hit by her lightning. “Alright. Keep an eye out. I need to have a talk with her.”

This just keeps on happening. No matter where she searched– how many servants she questioned, Malva was nowhere to be seen.

That was, until she got to the palace library.

She found Malva there, hunched over a table, a pile of books about medicine and herbs and plants scattered around her as she slept.

Huh…

She was serious about wanting to be a healer, then.

°•°•°•°

The moonlight is as gorgeous as always.

But something was wrong.

Looking around, Malva sees that she’s on a balcony. There’s some sort of celebration going on in the main building, a crowd of people dancing and chatting as music croons through the walls. A sense of danger crawls on her skin. Why was she here? What celebration was this? When…

The full moon shines overhead, lighting both the balcony and the grounds under her enough for her to study her surroundings decently.

Oh. Levan's here as well. He's talking to another noble that she hasn't bothered to learn the name of not far from where she's standing.

But where was Maleanor and Lilia? Those three are usually inseparable, so just seeing one of them and not the other two is uncanny to her. Well, unless it's Maleanor who's alone. She has her royal duties to attend to, after all.

Now that Malva thought about it, she doesn't see anyone she knows but Levan nearby. She has never liked being alone during these sorts of revels, so she makes her way to him quickly.

But that other noble… she feels like she knew him from somewhere.

“Levan!”

He didn't seem to hear her, still talking to the other noble calmly. The other noble, however, seemed to slowly lose his patience.

“You're too much of a coward to court her properly anyway, so why don't you stand back and let me court her instead?” The other noble said, his voice dark and threatening.

So that's where she remembers him from. He had been one of the many bachelors that had asked for Maleanor's hand in marriage a few decades ago.

Levan remains steadfast, his gaze and voice steady as he responds, “because she isn't interested in you. Dragon faes such as Maleanor cannot have children with those they do not love anyways, so even if you did end up marrying her, there would be no heir to speak of.”

“Is there a problem here?” Malva steps closer, hesitantly looking from the noble's face to Levan's, then back again. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

Before any of them could react, the noble pulls out a dagger and stabs Levan on the side.

Malva's heart felt like it had stopped beating.

Then, she wakes up.

She was in her chambers, her breathing panicked and afraid and she felt like she could faint.

What… What was that?

Didn't she fall asleep in the library?

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Word count : 4422 words (a nice number :D)

Tags : @kitwasnothere

[tillysmoon]

hii tumblr ! so I've been thinking about warrior cat chonny jash and it won't leave my mind and here's what methinks

probably a group of loners or exclan cats or something- and I keep seeing soul as a calico cat or like one of thoses split in half fur cats, I think mind would be the medical/medicine cat ( for obvious reasons ) heart a warrior ( bc yes blind cats can still hunt guys please ) and soul a leader of the group, either self proclaimed or like whole ( starclan cat in this case ) thought it would be funny to give a cat multiple lives and prophecies without a clan ( starclan be like that idk I don't read the books tbh- )

anywayss mind would probably be a blue cat like bluestar or something but heart? man.. I dunno I keep thinking a brown color or something but it feels off but any other color also feels off sob

also I keep thinking about the jashverse but I dunno how to translate the songs into cats-

I just wanted to yap about this somewhere but uhm yeah I might make it real guys as I love to draw cats ! but anyone have ideas or like.. help on heart or anything? okay thank you for reading byebye

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Red Peafowl - Assumptions and Theories

Now that I am semi-confident that there won't be any more important announcement for Red Peafowl until the 25th (because I think the last two mystery announcement were the Main Character and Main Love Interest) I am ready to write up my Red Peafowl assumptions/theories/wishes post.

Edit: There has been another update with the plot and some images of either the pilot trailer or the actual series link here. Once again thanks to @mysterygrl20 for putting the post with the google trnaslation here on tumbrl.

Going to use as basis for my information @blmpff post here; @mysterygrl20 individual posts tag here; and the mdl plot synopsis here; along with the synopsis I read on cast announcment articles that goes like this: The drama tells the story of Lu Yi Peng, a former police officer who decides to live with Shuai on an island, raising birds. However, he realizes that the person he once had a relationship with is a powerful mafia boss.

Also going to tag @respectthepetty for helping me narrowing down the leads (YinWar/MossBank) and for sharing my madness over this crazy ass BL already.

Going to start by saying that I think the three mystery characters are the villain, the hero and the love interest. I am also going to work under the assumption that while the last two will be revealed on the 25th (I am leaning on YinWar at the present thanks to a comment made by @amos-reviews-main [hope you don't mind the tag] under the last announcment) the third one our villain will stay a mystery.

Let's beging

ASSUMPTION N#1

Given that there seems to be a significant event in the past we are either getting two timelines (similar to kiseki dear to me but more evenly split between past and present) or the events from the past will be a mystery to the viewers to be slowly revealed using flashbacks.

Both of the plots hint at this, the character description for the hero and the fact that some of the stuff in other character description also seem to hint that they were part of what happen in the past.

If the second non mdl plot is more accurate something brings our hero back to town and into dealing with the mafia. Which leads me to

ASSUMPTION N#2

Cooheart character will be intrumental to bringing his brother our hero back into the fold. His character description hints at him being the biggest point of the contention between our main couple and that he has some kind of accident.

Another character that has an accident is Gun's character.

Also there is a doctor nurse in the cast list.

Edit: Cooheart's character accident is the past, and it has left him with a disability. I do still believe that he will get someone involved in all of this.

Either Gun's accident involves Cooheart's character (not on purpouse) in the present or Cooheart's character had an accident in the past and is now seeing a doctor regularly.

ASSUMPTION N#3

Like I mention earlier I think our third mystery character is the villain. His body dissapeared = No body no murder = he is still alive. That is just the biggest writing rule ever.

If the actor for that character doesn't get revelead it means that one of the other actor is actually that character pretending to be someone else (probably one of the cops or a character that doesn't interact with the love interest for obvious reasons). If they do have a seperate actor that probably means that at least one if not more of our big cast is secretely working for him.

ASSUMPTION N#4

There are only two genres that benift from having such a big cast and making sure they all have identifiable characteristics and fan anticipation: Mysteries or Something with a high body count.

It means that our cast of characters are either Suspects or Victims or Both.

EDIT: It's a mystery. I do still believe some of the people from the big cast are going to die.

Either way I do think that a lot of the new people will end up dying at some point during the series.

ASSUMPTION N#5

Themes. If this show has decent writing I can already ID 3 themes.

The new tendency in bl fandom to romanticize the mafia. See Lee's character being a human trafficker and our lead being potentially not that great either.

The cops, and how they are not there to protect and serve and how much the crime fight is really a sham. See Frank's character being an undercover cop (a plot line that usually has a the undercover cop come out on the other side with a semi-broken relationship to his job)

Toxic Ships (a la: Kinnporsche, Hannibal and Interview with the Vampire)

About the last one: I have a personal metric on wether or not I enjoy a toxic "problematic" ship

Do you get the sense/vibe from the writing that the creator/writers of the show knows this is fucked. And I don't mean a lampshade comment with someone saying "This is not healty" and everything resuming as normal.

Is there a point in which the dynamic becomes more equal. As in no matter which character is objectively "worse" is there a point where it feels like the characters are on equal footing, on the same side, Hannibal does this really well for example.

Some ships that don't pass the test are: Twilight, 50 Shades, R*ylo; TharnType and every ship on Love Syndrome (do not ever watch that BL I am serious)

ASSUMPTION N#6

Ships.

FrankLee are obviously our second couple. They are both super relevant to the potential themes, they are obviously trying to pair braind (this is their third BL) and they were also announced first.

Boun and the Doctor are giving me crumbs ship vibe. They are both potentially important chartacters. But I feel like with all of this their relationship might have the least ammount of dedicated screen time.

Now the last one is less of an assumption and more of a wish really.

Max-Coohearth > now listen I know that Cooheart has a love interest already, Rome one of the first new guys announced in the cast. But Listen the fact they are already dating doesn't bode well for them. Cooheart is a super important character and it makes sense that his "proper" love interest would be someone in the mafia proper.

Plus Cooheart deserves it ok. I loved both of his major roles (uwma and my only 12%), but he wasn't allowed to be a proper sexy queer guy in either of them. Have you seen his instagram feed? It's picture after picture of him in sexy outfits. Let this man be in a high heat realtionship, put in a skirt. He deserves it and so do we.

Also Max from iconic pair MaxTul pair with Cooheart will heal people. It would totally fix me. And if they give this to me I will forgive anything and everything this show does wrong seriously I will be like: I was wrong on everything and the plot is not that good, but they give me MaxCooheart so 10/10.

Also the character description for Max's character makes me think that catchphrase they mention might be something similar to the English phrase: "Who's Your Daddy?" and [this is @respectthepetty's fault, I didn't use to have such glee about a possibly daddy kink] seeing Max Nattapol uttering the phrase Who's Your Daddy and potentially having a DaddyKink relationship with Cooheart is something I didn't know I needed but now I desperately desire.

[crystalkleure]

I'm gonna be real for a minute, I should probably spit out the reason I've had such a hard time posting or interacting here for awhile.

I have DID. I made this blog before I knew I had DID, most of the people following me clicked that button before anyone knew I had DID, and the general public doesn't really know what DID is, much less that it's not anything like the "multiple personality disorder" in the movies.

My system has a huge number of introjects in it. I, me, the alter writing this right now, am an introject. This is actually pretty normal, especially for someone like me, because the nature of my abuse has meant that I have spent most of my life extremely isolated [very against my will], with far more exposure to media like TV shows and games than to real people. You know how the people in your dreams have the faces of real people you've seen at some point, because your brain isn't good at coming up with brand new faces on its own? It's a little like that. For the DID brain to incorporate a trait into an alter, it has to be aware that that trait can even exist, which means it has witnessed it somewhere before, and the deeper human subconscious is not super great at just instinctually telling the difference between a real person and a fabricated depiction of a person, so the DID can snatch traits it has witnessed in both real people and fake people all the same.

Sometimes the DID sees a lot of traits it registers as desirable, useful to survival somehow, etc., all in just one source, be it a real person or a depiction of a person. [Or it sees just ONE trait that it latches onto really hard, and splits an alter just to embody that specific trait it perceives as so important.] And so the system can end up splitting an alter that is nearly identical to the way they have perceived that singular source, meaning that alter can resemble that source person or character extremely closely. This is all done subconsciously and involuntarily, the system has zero control over it, alters have zero control over what they are made out of. An introject does not get to choose their source.

...And on a website full of fandom shit, if you post art you have drawn of yourself, an introject alter, people are going to think that art is depicting your source person/character. And if you say "Actually that's just me," they think you are a roleplayer. Because people don't know what DID is. Even if you say "I have DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder" they can just assume that's some kind of roleplayer lingo, or something irrelevant to the Obvious Roleplay that is happening, or some kind of condition the roleplayer is just choosing to write their played character to have, and won't bother to look it up.

And this causes some extremely unpleasant problems!

People squee-ing over you and talking about wanting to kiss or touch you or ship you with some character [or themself]

People trying to roleplay with you. Usually flirtatiously.

Oh this is a fun one. People thinking you are a roleplayer, and if your source is a character who is under 18 but YOU are an adult [I'm fucking 25 years old, for example, and I will act like it], they will call you a pedophile for "aging up" the character just to roleplay adult things with them. Even if you aren't doing anything sexual, the mere fact that you are being perceived as "aging up" a character will get you side-eyed, because people still think you're being dirty with the character and they figure they just haven't caught you at it.

This one just sucks and is nobody's fault. People who are fans of an introject's source may feel uncomfortable when interacting with that introject, because they worry all the fan shit on their blog will be taken personally by the alter and gross them out. Which, while that's not ever an issue with my system tmk, can kind of happen sometimes with some systems' introjects; even if an introject alter logically knows they aren't their source, they might have difficulties viscerally believing that on a deeper level, and either way it can still cause discomfort when you bump into depictions of someone who looks just like you doing things you would never want to do.

People understanding that you aren't roleplaying yet they still get way too excited and obsessive over you anyway, because they view you as "omg my favourite character...but REAL!!!1!" [Which is both incorrect, and VERY uncomfortable for the introject alter. I am not my source, I have never been my source, I am an entirely different person who happens to resemble my source. Don't try to get close to me based purely on the belief that I am somebody I am not, actually get to know me before you decide whether or not you like me.]

People screenshotting you and putting you on r/fakedisordercringe for everyone to mock and harass, because they don't understand how dissociative disorders actually work and think legitimate shit about them is too weird to possibly be real

People fakeclaiming you in general because "there's no way that's real, real things are not this bizarre" and/or "Yeaahhhh I think you're just schizophrenic/borderline/etc., nevermind that I am not a qualified medical professional, and if I AM, nevermind that you aren't my patient and I don't know enough about you based on your social media presence to actually be able to accurately diagnose you with anything, much less dismiss a diagnosis as insanely complex and covert as DID"

People generally treating you like a weird bug on the sidewalk that a group of middle school kids are taking turns poking with a stick. I don't mind answering respectful questions about dissociative disorders, but shit like "wtf why would you do that, I think that's weird and I am assuming it's intentional and it makes me uncomfy" and "Have you ever tried just Not being crazy?" are not respectful questions.

TL;DR introject alters in fandom spaces get sexually harassed, called pedophiles, and told they're doing something wrong and being inconsiderate for existing [which, again, existing the way they do was not their choice] because "you're weird and that makes me uncomfy :( Can't you just Not?? SURELY you can just Not. Be normal."

Shit sucks. I'm sick of my system getting weird and mean messages every time any of us are open about existing.

[sister-of-the-brotherband]

Roadtrip

Little drabble in my modern setting au. I have planned longer fics too but I got this idea in my head and had to get it out. Wrote it on my phone cause my laptop's broken, and I hate doing that so it probably sounds rushed.

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"Hey! Wulf is touching me! He won't stop-"

"I am not! Shut up, I'm not! You don't know what you're talking about— stop hitting me!"

"Both of you shut it! Gods, between you two and the disgusting cologne Stefan insists ilon drowning himself in-"

"Hey! Leave me alone! Do you guys hear this? I'm just minding my business and Lydia decides to make a personal attack-"

The voices in the back of the van overlapped, the pitch and volume rising to make the already small space seem stifling. Hal took a deep breath and made the conscious effort to relax the death grip he had on the wheel. The tension bled out of him for all of three seconds before a piercing shriek echoed through the vehicle.

With any other passengers Hal would have been thoroughly enjoyed the evening. As late as it was, there were few cars out and navigation was never an issue. Even in unfamiliar towns, Hal's uncanny sense of direction meant he rarely relied on any kind of navigator. It was just as well, too. Stig had "volunteered" to sit shotgun and run the GPS, then had proceeded to fall asleep within five minutes of their departure.

As it was, the clamor in the backseat rather ruined the calm atmosphere. Should have taken two cars, Hal thought ruefully. Originally he had planned to split the group up in two vehicles for this exact reason. Surprisingly, it was Jesper who argued in favor for traveling in one big groups for "family bonding" purposes.

Unsurprisingly, Jesper was fast asleep on Stefan's shoulder. He wore a peaceful smile, utterly oblivious to the chaos he had indirectly caused.

Hal wracked his brain for a way put of his predicament. His knee-jerk reaction was to yell but there were only so many variations of "I swear I'll turn this car around" he could think of. For a split second, he even considered bailing out of the car completely.

Deep down he knew there was little he could do if they continued driving. After three hours on the road, his friends were getting bored and he could hardly blame them. One could only sit through so many games of "I spy" and "stack the pretzels on Ingvar" before growing tired. Hal knew he would be in a similar state had he not been driving.

A quick glance in the mirror allowed Hal to survey the current state of his passengers. Stig, Ingvar, and Jesper were all slumbering peacefully. Edvin was staring out the window, his face disclosing absolutely nothing about whatever mood he was in. Ulf and Wulf, despite arguing the entire drive, were still sitting as close together as possible and bickering quietly. Stefan and Lydia were solidly locked in argument.

Lydia's lips were pressed into a hard line, and her angry flush was obvious despite her dark skin. "I don't want to go over this again. You aren't listening!"

"I am listening," Stefan said, "But you're not making sense. There's no good reason someone should have to wait until they're eighteen to get a driver's license. How are they supposed to get around?"

Lydia threw her arms into the air. "They can take a bus! Or a train. What kind of people trust teenagers to drive around before they're even out of school?"

Hal sighed audibly. This was an ongoing argument between the two. No amount of redirecting or input from outside parties mattered to them, it was merely a test of stubbornness and sheer unwillingness to change opinions at this point. Hal was took it as a sign that everyone had almost reached their limit.

"Stig!" He hissed. No response. His best friend had a strange ability to sleep through anything, which Hal found unusual for such an attentive person. He raised his voice a little. "Stig! Wake up!"

Stig cracked one eye, mumbled a sleepy "no thank you", and rolled over. Or, he tried to. The seat belt restrained him, as seatbelts tend to do. Realization dawned on his face as he noticed the distinct lack of bed and blankets around him. "Oh. Hey, uh.. what time is it?"

Hal glanced at the clock display. "It's... well it's definitely not 4:07." The clock had not been right once since Hal had bought the van. He would change it but he only noticed while driving, and always forgot as soon as he got where he was going. But that fact did nothing to stop him from checking it whenever he needed the time. He tapped the screen of his phone where it sat on the center console, instead. "It's almost 9:30."

Stig paused in the middle of a stretch. "You mean I slept for almost three hours?" Hal nodded confirmation. Stig glance meaningfully into the back seat. "Through... whatever this is?"

"You were snoring to wake the dead, so I hope you were asleep," said Hal.

Stig snorted. He and Hal had very different opinions on his snoring. Personally, it had never bothered him. "Well, they obviously didn't take notice."

Hal considered that. "Well, no. They probably thought the engine was just running louder than usual."

Stig had no good response to that. He decided it best to shift the topic of conversation. "So, how much longer?"

Hal swiftly took to the change. "Bout an hour, maybe more. I'm thinking of stopping to give that lot a break," he jerked his thumb towards the backseat, "and maybe get some food."

"Ok, not a bad idea. But, don't forget the last time we all went out for food." Stig said.

Hal held his had up. "I thought we agreed not to talk about that. Besides, I'll lay some ground rules and it'll be fine."

Stig was still dubious. "Fine" was not the word he would use. Still, he was starving too. He relented. "Alright. If you think it'll be ok, I'll go with it. Where are we stopping?"

Edvin chose that moment to make his presence known. "I think we should go to McDonald's," he said, right in Stig's ear.

Stig jumped, then cursed. "Gods, Edvin. We need to get you a bell."

Hal considered that. He usually liked to let people vote on the places they went, so everyone felt they had a voice in the plans. He was about to say so, when Edvin beat him to it.

"I know what you're thinking. But, if you leave it up to discussion they'll never agree. Everyone will find something they like there. Also, I want nuggets."

Stig narrowed his eyes at him. "Why are you so good at getting what you want?"

Edvin didn't reply, just winked slowly and faded into the back seat.

Stig peered at hom for a second, then directed his gaze back to Hal. "So, McDonald's?"

Hal nodded. "It'll be fine," he said confidently.

Stig looked at him, long and hard. "It literally never is."

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It was, surprisingly, fine. Fourty-five minutes after pulling into a sketchy McDonald's, the group was all accounted for back in the van. Most importantly, it was quiet again. Edvin had resumed his window staring. The twins had finally moved away from eachother and were both absorbed in their phones. Lydia was fast asleep, as was Stefan.

Jesper was awake, but sitting completely frozen in his seat. Stefan had fallen asleep on his shoulder, mirroring the earlier position. Jesper was unwilling to risk waking him by even talking, which Hal saw as a blessing from some divine force.

Stig was also awake, absentmindedly flipping through radio channels. "I was wrong, he said with a wide smile, startling Hal. "It actually was fine."

An hour later, they were finally at the hotel. As the sleepy bunch began unloading, Hal reflected. His friends might be hard to handle, but in the end, he could never be more grateful to the family he had found.

The sentiment lasted for a good moment this time, until someone threw a bag right at his head.

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Ok so that wasn't as long as I wanted (damn it laptop), or as well written. The end was definitely forced :,). I don't have a super great grasp on the character dynamics yet but I'll get there. Btw these fics won't be in any real order, just whenever I get an idea. Eventually I'll probably put them all together in ao3.

[mochamoth]

Rant on why I love and fixate over Scratch (sorry for bad writing + Long warning!!)

If you couldn't tell by my profile I am literally OBSESSED with Scratch. I first actually started watching AoStH about a year ago, because of a clip of the show I saw on tiktok. I thought it was funny therefore I checked the show out. And omg I became so fixated on Scratch specifically. Also don't expect a lot of these reasons to be deep, I am NOT a deep person 😭.

So first off his personality. I adore how he's both an asshole, but also a total wimp. Also he is so SO dumb but in a charming way. I love when he acts like an actual chicken, it's funny and cute (plus his LAUGH OMG, MOST ICONIC LAUGH NEXT TO PAPYRUS'S). Scratch is just a total loser who tries to act cool and I love him for it. Oh also the way his mannerisms are. Omg. The way he SITS. He'll casually just do the splits. On the floor. And the way he walks. And how he STANDS. HE STANDS LIKE A CHICKEN WITH HIS WING HANDS. IT'S SO CLEVER AND CUTE OMGG.

Next is his design. It's just- nice. It's a nice character design, especially when paired up with Grounder (I'll talk about him in a bit, dw I'm also a Grounder fan). I loveee his outfit (?) he has going on, it's simple but nice. I like his extendo-neck, it adds a LOT to him, same with his wing-like hands and arms. Also I'm bias but chickens and crows are my two favorite birds, so that alone is just a yes for me. His eyes are cute. Simple and cute. His COLORS OMG. I am autistic and some colors overstimulate me, so Scratch and aosth as a whole just- the colors are so pretty and nice. I love Scratch's blue-ish color. It's a very nice blue. Oh and he is SO fun to draw. Thank goodness too, cuz the last character I was obsessed with was Guzma, I love his design too but it's a nightmare to draw. The only thing I'd change about Scratch's design (not counting headcanons or styles) is his feet. More specifically his lack of claws. Where are they?? His name is Scratch, so why doesn't he canonly have claws? It's not a big deal, I headcanon he has retractable claws, but still.

Third, I kinda relate to him? Not too much like I did, again bringing up the last character I was obsessed with, Guzma, but still relatable. I'm also very dumb and gullible, and I'm the oldest of my siblings not counting step. I know Scratch and Grounder are technically twins, but for the sake of this I'm gonna say Scratch is ever so slightly older. I relate to random quirks he has like copying and playing out fictional media I like, talking very loudly, and being extremely clumsy.

Probably the most dumb reason on this but I adore it; his outfits. Omg. His outfits. My favorites are def the knight one, the astronaut suit, and I'm not sure what it's called but the outfit he wears in the Egypt episode when he tries to trick Sonic's ancestor. LIKE HE SERVED?? HELLO?? And those are just my favorites. He has such good style in my opinion, he ate almost every single outfit up (almost).

Ok so finally getting to this: his duo dynamic. Omg. Scratch and Grounder are like- my favorite villain duo ever. They're perfect. They balance eachother so nicely and are literally siblings. I love the type of bond they have. They fight almost constantly over everything, and are constantly blaming eachother for no reason, yet they still care for eachother. It's just not obvious. It's more obvious in Grounder, but Grounder isn't really mean. Evil and a shitty influence definitely. But he's not really that mean? Grounder kinda looks up to Scratch a lot, no pun intended, but Scratch also cares back. He just won't vocally say it. Like he has saved Grounder's life MULTIPLE times. And gets very defensive of him when he feels like it. They're not perfect, obviously. Scratch especially can be a total jerk to Grounder for no reason. But at the end of the day they do care for eachother. Hell even when they're not up to catching Sonic or helping Robotnik they're hanging out together, very rarely do you see them on their own. Once in a while yes they do their own thing, but they do hang out a lot. Also how their designs balance eachother is so nice. Scratch is this tall, skinny, chicken robot while Grounder is short, chubby, and a mole robot. Also little side note, the chicken robots Scratch is based off of (Cluckers or something) drive me insane 😭. Like I died probably 26 times from them. Anyways the colors too. Grounder's greenish teal compliments Scratch's red details. Idk as an artist I just like that fact. Don't ask me any deep questions about art btw, ik I work as an artist but I'm not that smart 😰. I like how even though Grounder is the short one Scratch will coward and cling onto him 😭 it's funny. And I love how chaotic they are. Just two dumbass guys doing dumbass things!! Coconuts when added is also amazing. I wish we got to see them work together more. But Grounder and Scratch on their own are again, perfect.

Oh. Also. I like how they're ACTUALLY separate characters. With a lot of duos I see one of two things happen a lot. Either they have very watered down personalities, or are literally the same person. I like how Scratch ans Grounder work together, but on their own are great characters still.

The final reason is probably the most.. I guess vague out of the others. I just feel like he could have a lot of depth. Ok I know he's dumb. He's made as a comedic henchman. He's not supposed to be taken seriously and it's a silly kid's show. But how him and Grounder are treated is lowkey dark? Like they LITERALLY said they're abused. And that's normal to them. They thought "hm yes let's force our robot kid to do chores! That's love!" Like no.. No that's not love 😭. I feel like that could also be a contributing reason to why Scratch is so hostile and cold, even to people he cares for like Grounder. It's because he doesn't know how to show it. But that's more headcanon territory so I dunno. And I feel like them fighting for a BIT of Robotnik's love tears them apart and it's kinda sad to watch. Like they could be very close but can't.

This was more of a sloppy rant than anything. And I don't really watch aosth that often. Not often enough to remember every single detail. So if anything is wrong I am terribly sorry 😭. But those are just a few huge reasons why I love Scratch so much. That's not getting into tiny specific details that don't really matter at all. Anyways I'm sorry for this long ass rant, I swear I won't do this often 😰 probably just one more time for another "show" if I feel like it, I just felt like ranting today! Thank you for reading this!

(Also photo of him. Cuz why not.)

[i-am-autistic]

I think the biggest mistake the show made past season 1 and 2 is splintering the teens so hard. There are like 7 main teens in the show (Argyle,Steve,Jonathan,Nancy,Billy,Eddie and Robin) and a ton of them will and don't ever interact. This doesn't exist for the kids or adults where every character has met and interacted on screen. Even relationships like Bob-Owens and Will-Max are seen in the show. But there's no and probably won't ever be any Jonathan-Eddie, Jonathan-Billy, Argyle-Billy, Argyle-Eddie, Nancy-Billy, Robin-Billy scenes. IG Jonathan and Eddie technically have a canonical relationship but it's not in the show. S3 really suffers for this because they try to do their little thing of having all the different storylines be different genres and that means they have to split it up. Jancy are in a horror with all the exploding rats and grossness and cronenberg ass monster, Steve,Robin and Dustin are in an espionage comedy, Hopper and Joyce are in an action film with the very obvious terminator callback and the kids are in a teen movie in the first half before joining up with Jancy in the second half. But the splintering of everyone makes it so neither the genres get explored or even displayed fully nor do the characters. Like the tension gets broken between so often because it's still a drama series that has to show non genre scenes while also balancing all these vastly different genres make its not work at all. The simple thing would have been to just place Jancy in the mall that season and have them join up with Steve,Robin,Dustin and Erica or you can put Dustin and Erica with the kids and have Jancy with Robin and Steve. That would definitely drop the horror appeal big time though. You can work through Steve/Nancy and Jonathan-Steve from there, Nancy and Robin too. Consider that going into s5 we have ended up with it being just those characters alive anyways it would have been nice to see them work together and provide some basis. Idk it could have been awesome and it would have combined better with the action elements. I think Jancy felt so out of place in s3, the horror stuff was so much darker than every other storyline for some reason. At first I thought this was the writers trying to balance Jonathan and Nancy's personalities and struggling but then in s4 it was apparent that they weren't averse to using Jonathan at least as comedy and even Nancy got a little bit of it with Fred and Robin interactions. I think generally when shows try to do a horror thing on the side it never works for me because the horror tension gets sliced up so often. It's not that I dislike genre blending, it's just that you need to commit time to actually explore the genre if you are doing genre blending. Jancy gets a lot of horror but nearly every other storyline is in opposition so no tension or terror ever really builds. Just appears and dissolves quickly after.