#foster the people pick u up

[weirdrobotfrom1960]

ah yes, dirkjake

once again

probably forever.

[caffeiiine]

@im-a-chunky-potato

“Not much of a fighter.”

Vash is the epitome of “born to love, forced to be violent” and it’s here you can see his absolute agony over his own existence. HELP HIM

[mischelmayleys]

CHAPTER 2

As Ingird let me through their apartment I noticed how spot on it was. Everything had its place and was dusted off. A cat came to sniff my legs as we entered, making me bend down and pat its fur letting out a soft smile at the bal of fur.

“Okay so your room is right next to ours so if you need anything you can just come to us.” Ingrid explained as she opened the door to the room.

It was mostly a bare room with a nice king size bed in the middle and TV right on the opposite wall. As we walked it I spotted the big window where in front of it was a dest with some plants and a laptop.

“We didn’t know if you needed a laptop for school or not, but we figured you can just use it for whatever you want. It has netflix in it as well as the TV.” Ingird explained, probably seeing me eyeing it.

I didn’t know what to say: “I…thank you.”

She smiled softly at me and went to put a hand on my shoulder which made me flinch: “Hey don’t worry I just wanted to dust off your top.” She pointed her finger on my shoulder which had a bit of blood on it from the fight yesterday.

“Oh, that’s just um…” I started to say but Maria came literally running into the room with my bags on her shoulders.

“I don’t know if Ingrid already told you but we can do whatever you want with the room, we can paint the wall or buy new sheets, some decorations?” She was rambling and it made me look at Ingrid for help.

“Maria calm down, she just got here.” Maria stopped talking and apologized.

“It is okay. Can I use the bathroom please?” I asked not knowing where it was.

Ingrid nodded and pointed to a door in the back of my room: “There, it’s just yours.” I stared at her in shock. Did I just get my own room WITH a bathroom?

“We will let you settle down a bit, if you need anything we are in the kitchen.” Maria said and they left me alone.

I breathed out as they closed the door and I looked at my hands. They were bruised and they hurt less than yesterday but it started to get worse again due to me picking up the skin on my fingers. With a shaky breath I went to the bathroom, and carefully washed my hands under the water. It stinged and I hissed.

I replied to the fight in my head, it wasn’t my fault…I was just protecting myself. I might not have friends in school but outside it was better. Rodrigo was one of my closest friends to many people. He seemed like a bad person, but he was a sweet guy deep down. We met when I was at my first foster home when I was seven and he was ten. I saw him in a park where he had just fallen from his skateboard and I went to help him and since then we were attached to him until he started to hang out with the wrong people.

He is twenty now to my sixteen, and still he is my rock. I came to his flat more than I was to my different foster parents. And the fight happened because of him.

Flashback:

I was sitting next to Rodrigo on a couch as he smoked some weed and I just casually smoked cigarettes. His other friends were split all over his place and just doing nothing at all.

“So…you ran away again.” Rodrigo said to me as he turned my way.

I nod: “Yeah, what was I supposed to do? Get myself killed.” he gave me a soft smile and put his hand on my thigh: “Don’t worry, you can stay here if you want.”

I chuckled a bit: “Nah, I don’t think your friends would appreciate me sleeping in here.”

“You are right, we don’t want this chick sleeping here.” Someone from the other side of the room yelled as Rodrigo went to stand up and defend me but I pulled him back down: “don’t.” He huffed and sat down but couldn’t keep his mouth shut: “Shut up Diego, you bring here sluts and I can’t have here my friend?!”

It was the wrong move and from that time on, one of the only things I remember is that Diego hit first. They were punching each other hard and somehow I stood up and went to split them up.

And that was when Diego grabbed me so to my self defense I hit.

The only other thing I remember is police breaking into the apartment and separating us from each other.

I shook my head as a shiver went down my spine. I stopped the water and walked back into my room and took it all in again.

The fresh sheets.

The Tv and laptop looked completely brand new.

There was a thing I didn’t acknowledge the first time.

It was a framed Barcelona jersey. It had Alexia along with the number 11 written on the back. Alexia…Alexia… I tried to think about where I heard it before. I took out my phone and went to google it until I realized I didn’t have any wifi or data. I sigh and go to the laptop placed on the table and carefully open it. It was connected to a which I assumed was Ingrids and Maria's wifi.

I opened google and wrote about Alexia Fc Barcelona. So much information came up, that’s when I realized it’s THE Alexia, which people in my old school were always talking about. Alexia was the best footballer in the world. It’s not like I didn’t know that Barcelona had a female team, I just never had the opportunity to see them play, I never had a Tv before or money to go to see them play. There was one picture that caught my eye. It was a full squad photo, that’s when I saw them…Ingrid and Maria both being in the picture dressed in their very own kit.

I am living with famous football players…

I didn’t know if that was good or not. They are probably going to travel all the time and not have time for me…great so no need to get close to them. Since they are public figures, they wouldn't hurt a kid…at least I hoped so.

I closed the google and leaned back into the chair. What am I supposed to do now? Unpack?

The question in my head was quickly answered when my phone ding with a message.

Rodrigo: Come over?

I pursued my lips and looked at the closed door and then out of the window. It had the railing and stairs there…great way for escape.

INGRID POV:

Eliza was quiet in her room, we thought she would come out by now to eat dinner, but we didn’t want her to feel pressured so we stayed at the table waiting for her.

Mapi was texting away on her phone when she suddenly put it down: “I am going to look at her.” I nod as I waited.

She came quickly running back to me.

I frowned: “Why are you running what happened?”

Mapi had a worried look on her face: “She is not in her room.”

I quickly stood up: “What do you mean? Maybe she is just in the bathroom.”

“No, she is not anywhere and the window is open so I think she sneaked out.” Mapi said as she sat down on the chair and put her head into her hands. I ran my hand through her hair.

“Well…we know what the social worker told us. We are going to wait for her return.” I said quietly not really believing we won’t go looking for her

[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

[leclsrc]

we need need neeed a charles variant of the media naranja fic :( just a multiple lives au even just a drabble or a headcanon auds audrey big a please only u do this shit justice

bec this has been rotting and i needed to practice writing :)

divine sense – cl16

Charles is always led back to you. title from this

“Your mole is nice,” he says, cutting himself off and thinking a bit more on his words. “It sits just there, on the corner of your eye.”

“Really? God.” You poke at it, rub over it even if it sits relatively flat and unassuming and a bit tiny. “I’ve always hated it. People mistake it for leftover eyeliner or mascara all the time, and it’s—whatever.”

“It’s pretty.” His gaze could light you on fire and water it down all at once. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. Granted, I thought it was a, uh, how you say? Mascara, yes, that flicked off your eye a bit, but now it’s just there. I like it.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto your lips and you bite it back, to no avail. “Thank you.”

“It’s the reason why you look so familiar to me.” My mole? You ask, your head turning to the side a bit. He nods. “I don’t know why, either. I mean, clearly we didn’t know each other then. But something about you—you’ve always felt familiar, I think.”

“I have?” 

The trees are greener in the spring, but they’re thin still, not yet too thick with leaves that will fade into orange and die and fall. It’s perfect, Charles thinks, because then the sun filters perfectly through the green of them and shines through the blinds and onto your face, smiling tenderly and warm and waiting. Your eyelashes cast a shadow across the rest of your face and he could stare forever.

“You have.”

—

“Did you get mascara on your eye?”

“What? Oh. Fuck, no. This—it’s a mole.” You turn quickly to the mirror. “I know, it looks a bit like it, yeah.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” 

“It’s all good. So, Charles, right?” You reread the application sheet and stretch a hand forward to shake his. “My new roommate… taking up Architecture.”

“Yep.” He smiles proudly, the emblem of your university front and centre on his sweatshirt. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but have I met you before? You just look a little familiar. Mole and all.”

“Oh.” Instinctively, you reach up to touch the area on which it sits. “I don’t think so, sorry. Um, but in my Lit class, we did have a discussion about how… like… moles are places where you were kissed in your past life.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. The fall breeze filters through the open living room window, blowing tendrils of hair over your face that you’re quick to brush away. “Granted, I don’t know who would want to kiss an area like this.”

“You don’t?”

And maybe you’re a bit loopy from the drive, or hungry from waking up early, or maybe not at all. Maybe Charles the college roommate is messing with you, or maybe pulling a prank, or maybe not at all. The sunset today is beginning to tint the room and his pretty face a muted orange and you could stare forever.

“I don’t.”

—

Your first time in Italy is marked by a series of ugly firsts: first catcall, mistranslation, scam, blistered heel. But you make it, despite it all, to your foster family’s farm estate, all old vine-caked buildings and stables and lemon trees. You spot somebody poking their head out of the upstairs window but the mop of hair disappears just as quickly.

The door is answered by Pascale—the one you’d been corresponding with prior to today. With her is her husband, Hervé, and two sons, one of whom is somewhere in the house getting your room tidy, she says apologetically. You’re quick to quell her apology, sated by the ice water and bowl of fruit (Hervé says something about picking them all out himself; Arthur, the younger one, pulls you aside with a boyish smile and says it was actually him.)

“Lorenzo is off at university for summer classes,” Pascale explains when she’s putting the second spoonful of pasta on your plate. “So I am stuck with Arthur here, and Charles. He’s about your age, yes? Twenty-two in October.”

Charles descends into the kitchen talking in rapid Italian to his mom, that only tapers off when he sees you at the table. You smile, dopey, raising a careful hand to wave.

He stares. 

“Vieni a sederti,” Pascale says, pointing to the empty seat beside you. Shyly, he takes a seat and fills up his glass with water—then yours. 

“Oh,” you say. “Thank you.” Your gaze travels to him, and find he’s already looking—at the corner of your eye.

“It’s a mole,” you clarify with a quiet, pretty laugh. “Are you excited to take me around? Pascale says you’re my tour guide.”

“Sure, sure.” He laughs. “Where do you want to go?”

Hervé has played some Italian music on his vinyl, so it’s what scratchily plays through the dining area, accompanied by the scent of garlic and lemon and olive from the trees outside, blowing a gentle breeze through the archway of the house.

You turn away from his green eyes to answer one of Arthur’s questions, peppering chili flakes over your aglio olio to twirl and deposit into your mouth. One red flake stays on your lip and he imagines swiping it off with his thumb. Your eyes meet his again, gaze amused and gentle and Charles could stare forever.

“Anywhere, really.”

—

“Oh, honey,” you whine playfully, letting your husband crowd you against the counter of your kitchen, peppering kisses all over your face. “Missed me that much?”

“You know I did.” He parts from you, and even if he's taller his gaze seems to convey looking up at you, adoration and love crowding his green eyes. A hand caresses your jaw, cheek; his thumb rubs over the corner of your eye. The blank skin there, unmarked, unblemished.

He kisses it. His favorite spot. “I woke up this morning thinking about you,” he says fondly.

“About how I left you in charge of changing Mila while I slept in?” You tease lowly, forehead pressed to his.

“About how in love I am with you,” he says honestly. Your heart pulses. It was never a whirlwind of love for either of you. It was slow, warm, familiar. Hey, you.

Despite that, he means it, you know he does, he’s never failed to show just how much. When he wakes up early to change Mila, or when he takes charge of the stove when you’re sleepy. When he lets you walk him around the winding avenues of Manhattan to get cookies or a good coffee or a better beer. When he watches you sing karaoke tipsily, Billy Joel or The Smiths. The way he memorizes every part of you, the way he knows you. Any and all of the love Charles ever had and ever felt always answered to you. 

Lips meet the corner of your eye again. “You know that? I love you. You changed me. You know that, right?”

You could stay forever, in the dusk of the city, questions suspended in the air to be lovingly answered in the lifetimes to follow. They will come, though. You can stay for now—you’ve done your waiting for a love like this.

You smile. “Right.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

In obx would regulus be a trans girl? Omg

yes she would!! and she’s the sweetest fucking thing ever i’m getting more and more obsessed with her as i go

taking estrogen apparently often tends to make you really sleepy, really tired quickly. and because u are more prone to thrombosis too it’s recommended you put ur feet up at a 20 degree angle in regular intervals. and this is literally an obx au. thus, reg is not only nap queen but she is certified Hammock Nap queen. princess of falling asleep outside in a hammock under the shade of an old big tree. she is ethereal. she is a fairy. she is beautiful. she is my one and only. im literally so obsessed with her i cant even

she’s got some korean and cambodian in her from her mom’s side, she speaks french fluently, she can play tennis but she doesn’t particularly like it. because of taking estrogen as well she’s been really getting into biking and swimming, the latter of which she does a lot of in the long pool on the Riddle estate. sometimes she fixes up one of their boats tho and just heads out into the ocean to go for a swim out alone since she still has bad days regarding dysphoria especially with bikinis and swim wear. the past few months on estrogen she’s gotten really moody. reg hates it when she realizes it eventually and the people around her (evan, barty, pandora, draco, narcissa, riddle etc.) make an active effort to use her good times to do as many fun rich ppl activities as possible. and in her bad times they always try to comfort her in whatever way she needs. but she does often enough tend to just storm off and then reappear to dinner all grouchy and like a kicked puppy. she and sirius were orphaned at 11 and 13 respectively and then their grandparents died two years later, leaving them on the edge to foster homes. at 13 regulus got adopted by the riddles and sirius went to live with alphard (but he actually stayed at james’ more often than not). reg still has a jar full of shells she and sirius picked in cambodia on family vacation when they were little kids. it’s her most priced possession even tho she’d never tell anyone that. she knows regulus doesn’t really sound like a girl name but she doesn’t want it to change since it’s the only thing that still connects her to sirius. her given name. because she’s no longer a Black.

[ link to the whole obx au pinterest board ]

[run2yoongi]

daisy | myg

pairing: cat dad!yoongi x vet!reader

genre: strangers (kinda) to lovers, fluff, comfort, one shot, cat lover yoongi.

summary: a late, winter night at the vet clinic brings you closer to your regular client, a cat-loving min yoongi and his feline companion, daisy. when he was unable to stand seeing another stray cat spend the holidays on the cold streets, he agrees to take her in. you didn't anticipate that helping the new cat-dad would help you feel a little less alone these holidays, too.

note: wc is 3.1k! i might to a part two for this one, so if you enjoy it please send an ask let me know :) not proofread yet! this is dedicated to all the people who get a bit sad on the holidays. here for u if u ever need

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this was the best part of your job, you thought to yourself as you picked up one of the three newly delivered kittens to give them a gentle wipe-over. only a few days old, they hadn't even opened their eyes yet, but knowing that they'd be going home to a warm and safe home instead of back onto the snow-laden streets where their mother had been found brought you incredible relief.

the doorbell sang out, and you hoped that the emergency foster family had finally arrived. luckily, you'd met them before and knew they were the kind to come in for regular checkups, it brought you comfort that you'd likely be able to see the newborns grow up over the next few months as they came in. you wandered out to reception to see them checking in, but your gaze rested on someone else entirely.

the doorbell sang out, and you hoped that the emergency foster family had finally arrived. luckily, you'd met them before and knew they were the kind to come in for regular checkups, it brought you comfort that you'd likely be able to see the newborns grow up over the next few months as they came in. you wandered out to reception to see them checking in, but your gaze rested on someone else entirely.

the doorbell sang out, and you hoped that the emergency foster family had finally arrived. luckily, you'd met them before and knew they were the kind to come in for regular checkups, it brought you comfort that you'd likely be able to see the newborns grow up over the next few months as they came in. you wandered out to reception to see them checking in, but your gaze rested on someone else entirely.

ah, he's here again.

"i think she got into a fight," he mumbled to the receptionist, adjusting his grasp on the pet carrier. mister min, as you'd come to know him from his records, had managed to charm one of the more notorious strays in your area into living with him. she was an old, rugged short hair bombay who had likely been abandoned as she grew older and more temperamental. somehow, she'd managed to find her new home with the young man, making him a frequent visitor in your clinic.

lucky cat, you thought.

you joined the receptionist behind the counter, looking over her shoulder as she entered him into the system. "mister min, let's have a look." you smiled at him, gesturing for him to place the carrier on the bench. he obliged, smiling his hello to you.

"i think daisy gets a little territorial when strays come for the food i leave out," he mumbled quietly, finicking with the carrier door. looking over him, you noted the faint pink tinge on his nose and cheeks from the cold on his otherwise flawless skin. his lips seemed soft and full respite the harsh winds outside. his dark hair was underneath a beanie, strands pushed to the side around his warm eyes. you looked down at daisy, silently agreeing that you'd probably get territorial over him, too.

the latch fell free and you bent your knees to see daisy, curled up and eyeing you skeptically from inside the carrier. other than a reddening scratch to her ear, she looked like a perfectly healthy, well-cared-for old cat. leaps and bounds from when mister min had first come in with her.

"did you want to come in while i check, sir?" you offered, glancing back up to your visitor, whose plush pink lips had fallen into a concerned frown. he nodded, following you as you collected the cat carrier and slid open the door to the examination room. he stood attentively at the metal high-table, watching as you pulled daisy from the cage earning a defiant meow. you saw the corners of his lips quirk up, an adoring look in his eyes.

maybe this was the best part of your job, you reconsidered.

shifting your attention to the cat, you gently examined her for any other wounds or scratches hidden by her fur. her reflexes seemed fine, and she didn't appear in any pain- but that wasn't always an indicator that everything was okay. you petted her soft coat as you lifted one of her claws. "hmmm, daisy seems alright, i'd be more concerned for the other cat, to be honest." you hummed. daisy looked like she'd seen a fight or two over her years, and her claws seemed sharp enough to defend herself if need be.

mister min sighed in relief, the tension in his shoulders finally dropping. "i'm just going to disinfect her ear, we might have to give her some shots just in case," you explained, stroking the grumpy cat who was already wandering back to their carer.

"as for the strays, i'd move the food somewhere she can't see. she might just be a little jealous." you smiled, looking back at him as he grinned proudly at daisy, giving her a soft chin scratch, beaming like she was the sweetest thing on earth.

as you were fetching the disinfectant and cotton swabs, an idea suddenly crept upon you. "is daisy normally okay with other cats?" you asked over your shoulder.

"i think so, she normally ignores them if they manage to get into the house. it's just boy cats, i think." he answered softly. you nodded, feeling a level of understanding with the grumpy, boy-hating cat. "well, at least you don't have to worry about her running off with a boyfriend." you chuckled, turning back to press the disinfectant wipe over daisy's scratch, earning a warning growl from the cat.

"we had a stray in today, pregnant." you continued, calming daisy with soothing strokes as she hissed while you cleaned up the shallow cut. "the kittens are okay, but the mother has nowhere to go." you confessed, attempting to keep the worry out of your voice. you could feel him watching you, softly shaking his head in disbelief. "i even considered taking her with me, but my apartment..." you trailed off, realising you were divulging a little too much information.

"where is she now?" he asked, concern lacing his tone. you didn't know much about the customer in front of you, but you knew his soft spot. stray cats. just as you'd expected- he was eager to help in any way he could. you promised you'd show him the strays after daisy was safe to go, assuring him that she was safely nestled in some blankets with her kittens in the next room over.

giving daisy her shots was a feat and a half, you'd ended up needing yoongi to hold her in place while the overnight receptionist held her head still so she didn't bite you or hurt herself as you inserted the needle. after that though, mister min was looking at you expectantly, eager to see the new kittens and their mother.

"ah," he let out a delighted gasp as he entered the room, slowly making his way over to the family. the mother immediately lifted her head to look at him, accepting his offer to sniff his hand before resting her head again, seemingly approving of whatever cat dad energy he had enough to let him pat her.

you stood behind him, overwhelmed by the precious sight. you almost reached for your phone to take a photo to immortalise the moment before realising that it might come off as wholly inappropriate. "can't believe they have to be separated," he mumbled to himself, cooing over how the little babies were wriggling around their mother for warmth. you hummed in agreement, it was a very rare for foster carers to take the whole family- you weren't expecting it, but a part of you had hoped that the kittens would be able to grow up with their mother- knowing it was what was best for their development, their best chance of survival. their mother had yet to produce milk for its kittens though, and you knew that without proper care- they'd likely become weak within a matter of days. despite this, you cursed the fact that your clinic wouldn't allow you to keep strays, even short-term. they had to go to a shelter or a foster family- and all the city shelters were closed down for the holidays.

almost on queue, the receptionist entered the room, desk phone in hand and extended it to you- a worried look on her face. "the foster carers are here," she whispered, eyes noticing the young man who was now sitting on the floor, looking over the cats.

from his spot, squatting on the floor, the man looked up at you with pleading eyes, not wanting the kittens to be taken from him. you couldn't help the smile from spreading across your face at his childish expression, like a boy who's favourite toy was being taken away. "you can stay with mum, if you'd like." you offered, preparing a transfer box to place the kittens in.

"where will she go?" he asked quietly, watching as you picked up the tiny kittens to place them on a soft blanket in the box. you rolled your head to the side, wondering if it was too direct to ask what you were thinking. "well, i'll keep her here as long as i can. the policy is that we need to let her go back to where she was found, though." you spoke slowly, examining his face as he pouted at your words. "unless, someone can take her in." you added coyly, not breaking eye contact.

his eyes widened, realisation washing over his features. "i mean, if daisy is okay with it i-" he paused, realising how he sounded. "what about the kittens?" he asked. you sighed, looking over their wriggling forms. "they'll go to a family with a wet nurse. it's an emergency foster situation, the best we could do. we'll see how they take." you explained slowly, attempting to soothe your client just as much as yourself.

"could we introduce them?" he stood from his squatting position, his impressive height catching you off guard as he suddenly towered over you. if his face wasn't so soft and sweet, you might have been intimidated.

you nodded, eyes filled with delight as hope swelled in your chest. "i just have to cover the hand off for these babies, make sure the wet nurse takes to them." you explained, raising the box with the kittens to your face. "and then we can do just that. do you mind staying for a little bit? i know it's late.". he shook his head at you, a smile forming on his lips as he waved off your comments.

"i don't mind," he spoke softly, glancing down to the mother sleeping softly on the pile of blankets that you'd set down for her. "just wish we could keep them all together." he mumbled as you exited, your heart sinking with guilt ever so slightly.

the hand-off had gone smoothly, the kitten's foster family had already brought along some warm water bottles and cat milk for the babies along with the wet nurse, so you were able to send them off confidently. however, you did advise them to come back every few weeks to track their progress, for entirely professional reasons of course. you'd hoped the kittens would be reunited with their mother soon, if all went well.

your gaze kept getting caught on daisy's dad in the waiting room, though. in fact, you'd caught him staring at you a handful of times as you went over the documentation with your other clients, explaining how to introduce their older foster cats to the new kittens at home.

you dismissed it as impatience or just an eagerness to introduce daisy to the mother cat, but regardless, a gentle wave of butterflies erupted every time you caught his glistening, brown eyes on you. in a lot of ways, he was quite feline-like himself. quietly, patiently watching as you went about your tasks.

you slapped your hands on your thighs and mouthed an 'okay' to yourself, exhaustion beginning to get the best of you as you reached hour 10 of your shift. truthfully, you were meant to leave a few hours ago, but you'd wanted to wait until the kittens were handed off safely before leaving the overnight vet technician in charge.

for your cat-loving client though, you would happily stay back. especially if it meant the stray mother cat would be going to a comfortable home tonight. "ready?" you asked from across the waiting room. his ears perked up and he swiftly stood up, it seemed like you'd snapped him out of a daydream even though he was looking right at you.

he nodded, picking up daisy in her carrier and bringing her into the room with the unnamed stray. "daisy, this is your new friend." he whispered to his cat as he set the cage down in front of the sleeping mother. i guess he's already made his mind up, you thought to yourself. you'd advised to keep the carrier door closed incase things went sour, but as daisy tentatively approached the cage door, you heard a soft mewl that was anything but threatening.

the stray picked her head up at the noise, suddenly alert. she still looked quite frazzled after giving birth to three babies in quick succession but she was still curious about the caged cat, approaching the carrier slowly and cautiously before sitting down right in front of the door.

your attention was caught by a muted, excited noise of adoration coming from daisy's carer, once against catching you off guard. "so far, so good." you spoke, keeping your eyes on his delighted face, his eyes forming two crescents as the stray let out an inquisitive mrrp at the older street-cat.

"i think they like each other," he said, relieved. you wondered if he had some telepathic link with cats that you weren't able to tap into, despite your degree in veterinary science. "should we let daisy out?" he turned to you excitedly. you nodded and he eagerly released the carrier's latch, swinging it open as the stray stepped aside to peer into the cage.

the two of you watched, side by side, as daisy inched out of her carrier, sniffing at the stray tentatively. "will you be open over the holidays?" he asked you quietly, eyes not drifting away from the two cats. "ah, yes. if anything goes wrong, if you take her, i'll be working." you replied softly.

"it would be cruel for her to be alone at this time of year." he mumbled to himself. it seemed like he was already sold, mentally planning his life with his new companion. suppressing the sad wave of feeling that bubbled to the surface after realising that you would likely be the only one in the room alone on the holidays, you took a deep breath and centred your thoughts.

"i can let you borrow some supplies and a carrier from the clinic if you'd like to take her tonight." you offered, glancing up at his smitten expression as the cats brushed their faces against each other affectionately. maybe they'd known each other in another life, you wondered. he accepted and you'd helped him load everything into his car, shivering as the icy winds swept past your face and crept under your clothes. he hesitated before ducking into his car, unspoken words at the tip of his tongue before simply smiling his farewell and driving off into the night.

-

quite frankly, you hadn't been able to keep him off your mind. the phone would ring and you would eavesdrop as the receptionist took the client's name, hoping that it would be him. luckily, despite it being christmas night, it had been busy- the clinic hardly ever empty throughout your shift, allowing you to focus on other things besides him and his polite smile before he'd left with daisy and the stray that night.

you were mere moments from clocking out, handover to the overnight vet had gone well and you were just saying your goodbyes to the receptionist when the door bell rang out, catching your attention. your stomach tied in knots when you saw him- lips pink and puffy from the cruel winds that had been sweeping through the city. "hi," he greeted you as you stood, stunned at the sight of him, the length of his wavy hair tucked into a cashmere scarf.

"i wasn't sure you'd still be here," he mumbled, shuffling his shoes over the doormat to get rid of any traces of snow that had followed him in. "i was just about to leave- is everything okay?" you asked, regaining your composure. your eyes landed on the carried resting underneath his arm, empty. "just wanted to return this." he walked closer to you and you felt the bubbling of butterflies begin to take hold in your stomach. he moved like a model, collected and composed. part of you wondered if that was his job, or if he was a famous movie star that you'd been too ignorant to know of.

you took the carrier from him, nodding your thanks and placed it on the receptionist's desk, turning to face him once again. you couldn't look away from his face, silently grateful for the harsh weather that had made his cheeks along with the tip of his nose shiny and pink. "the cats are doing great, they're already sleeping together." he added, lingering in front of you. his tone was quiet enough that the receptionist couldn't make out his words, and you wondered what the point of keeping your conversation so private was.

"that's good to hear, i'm glad the mum isn't too distressed without her kittens." you replied, sincerely relieved. "have you picked a name?". he hummed, shifting his weight between his feet and shook his head. "not yet, i didn't want to get too attached in case..." his voice trailed off, you nodded in understanding.

"actually," he paused and glanced at your eyes sheepishly. the pale pink hue on his cheeks began to grow into a warmer red blush. "i was wondering if you were free- if you'd like to come and see them.". your eyes widened and you noticed your heart skipping a beat. "no pressure, of course- i mean, it's christmas so i understand if you-"

"that'd be nice, mister min." you interrupted him, too excited to wait for him to finish his sentence. "yoongi," he corrected softly, a delighted spark in his eye. "you can call me by my name.".

as you walked out of the clinic together, you were overcome by the cold, snow falling onto your eyelashes as you made your way to his car. you felt the warmth of his hand envelop your palm, a soft and comforting touch that made your heart swell. glancing down, you squeezed his hand, eyes catching the smile that had spread across his lips.

suddenly, you felt the cold around you turn to warmth, your beating heart aflame with the knowledge that now, you wouldn't be alone on christmas.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Hello! Can I request something where Reader is the babysitter for Dalton’s sister [or both his brother and sister, whichever u want], and Dalton comes home for the holidays and reader is over there too babysitting his sister for the holidays. And reader and Dalton meet and develop feelings for each other?

I am so sorry for the wait! This is an amazing idea and I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!!

Warnings: fluff, takes place after The Red Door (2023), a tiny amount of Josh slander, talks of bets (between siblings), Foster and Kali tease Dalton and reader. 1.8k+ words.

Love By New Year's

Since you started babysitting Kali Lambert while her mom taught piano lessons and her dad was busy tutoring and grading finals, you have grown to think of her as your younger sister. Kali's older brother Foster was out with his friend the first time you came over. When you finally met Foster, he opened up and talked to you for a few hours after Kali went to bed. Now you feel like part of the Lambert family, even though you have only met Josh twice and have yet to meet Dalton, or as Kali refers to him, the “weird older brother.”

The week before Thanksgiving, you agreed to stay with Kali all day while her parents worked extra during their holiday rush. However, you weren’t expecting to be one of the only people in the house when the entire Lambert family came home.

Today, you are sitting in the dining room with Kali. You've been working on decorations for Thanksgiving dinner most of the day.

“Hello?” someone calls as they enter.

“Dining room,” Kali calls without stopping her coloring.

“Who is that?” You ask quietly.

“My weird brother. His name’s Dalton.”

“Uh, hi,” Dalton says as he walks in. He drops his bag on the floor and hugs Kali before looking at you. “I’m Dalton.”

You introduce yourself as Kali’s babysitter and shake his hand, trying not to stare at him too much. You’ve seen pictures of him, but he is more attractive in person.

“Where’s mom?” He asks Kali, looking over her shoulder and pointing to a spot she missed with the glitter.

“Teaching piano lessons. And Dad says he’s tutoring before finals,” Kali answers.

Dalton looks at you and mouths, “Really?”

You nod and smile as he rolls his eyes.

“And Foster?”

“Being weird somewhere.”

“I thought Dalton was the weird brother,” you point out, winking at Dalton.

“They’re both weird.”

Dalton shakes his head and smiles at you.

“I’ve got one assignment I need to finish so I can enjoy the break. I’ll be back in a little bit,” Dalton says as he picks up his bag. “Nice to meet you. Hope you stick around,” he adds, looking back at you.

“You too,” you respond quietly.

Kali raises her head and looks between you and Dalton. When he’s out of the doorway, she smiles widely.

“What?” You ask.

“You like him.”

“What? No! He’s nice, that’s all.”

Kali hums like she doesn’t believe you, then works on finishing the handprint turkey before her.

Someone comes down the stairs, and you keep your attention on placing Kali’s finished turkey on the yarn to make a banner.

“What happened to Dalton?” Foster asks as he sits by Kali.

“He has a crush,” Kali answers, pointing at you.

Foster laughs as he looks at you. “I knew this would happen!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask.

Foster and Kali look at each other and start laughing, leaving you out of whatever is so funny. You tilt your head back, and from the corner of your eye, you see Dalton leaning in the doorway. He locks eyes with you and tilts his head the other way, asking you to come with him. You follow him into the kitchen, ignoring Kali’s increasingly loud squeals.

“What did you do to them?” Dalton asks playfully.

“Me?! They’re laughing at me, not because of me.”

“Wow. You must be a terrible babysitter.”

“They’re laughing at you too.”

“What? Why?!”

“Exactly,” you say, poking his chest. “Not so fun is it? You must be a terrible brother.”

“It’s happening already,” Foster whispers from the doorway. “You owe me $20.”

“Not happening. You know the bet,” Kali responds.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” Dalton whispers, his hand raising to yours.

“I’m on the clock. And your mom will be home soon.”

“What time do you get off?”

“Depends.”

“7?”

“I just said it depends.”

“And I’ll tell my mom you get off at 7. Foster can watch Kali.”

“For what?”

Dalton tilts his head to one side and smiles. “You’ve been trapped in this house for weeks, I assume. And I’ve been trapped in college. We both deserve to get out for a little while.”

“It’s happening,” Kali whispers, slapping Foster repeatedly.

“Okay,” you agree, hoping you don’t embarrass yourself by acting as lovesick as you feel. “That sounds nice.”

Kali calls you back into the dining room to finish putting the decorations up before her mom gets home. Dalton smiles at you before watching you walk past. Foster is looking at him when you leave.

“Don’t start, Foster,” he warns.

“I think you started it, Dalton,” Foster responds.

Dalton groans as Foster tosses his arm around his shoulders to show him something upstairs. He peeks into the dining room, smiling at the sight of you playing with Kali.

Mrs. Lambert gets home around 6:30 p.m., and Dalton ambushes her at the door, informing her that you are leaving at 7.

“I was going to ask her to help with-“

Dalton cuts her off with a shake of his head as he says, “She needs a break. I do too. So, we’re leaving at 7.”

“Oh, we?” Renai asks with a knowing smile. “That’s fine, then. As long as you don’t do anything stupid; she’s the best babysitter I’ve ever had.”

“Why is what I do important?”

“Dalton.” Renai chuckles and pats his shoulder before hugging him. “I’m glad you’re home. I see college isn’t helping your common sense any.”

You follow Kali into the entryway and say hello to Renai, smiling at Dalton over her shoulder. Kali holds your hand and Renai’s as she returns to the dining room and shows off the new Thanksgiving décor.

“It’s almost 7. Wrap it up,” Dalton says as Kali describes each piece in detail.

“You can leave. Mom, this one is my handprint turned into a turkey!” Kali says.

Dalton steps behind you and places his hand on your lower back as he leads you through the dining room and into the kitchen.

“Where would you like to go?” Dalton asks as you gather your things.

“I don’t care. It was your idea, so you can pick,” you answer, smiling at Dalton.

“But you’re the one who is being worked like a slave and dealing with Kali all day.”

“It’s not so bad. You make it sound like you never watched her when you lived here.”

Dalton sends you a guilty look as he opens the door for you. You laugh with him as you walk toward his mom’s car.

“That actually makes sense. The first few times I came over to watch her, Foster was sitting in the same room. I couldn’t figure out why she needed a babysitter at first,” you explain.

“You seem really comfortable with both Kali and Foster.”

“Yeah, they’re great. When Foster finally decided to stick around and open up, we hit it off pretty quickly.”

You thank Dalton as he opens the passenger door for you. Once he is in the car and the heat is on, Dalton backs out and begins driving. He asks you questions about what you do when you’re not babysitting Kali, your plans for the holidays, and anything else he can think of. You answer each question before asking him the same, and you feel like you know him pretty well when he pulls into the parking lot of a small diner. You remember Kali and Foster’s reactions, telling you Dalton has a crush on you. While you don’t believe them, you could see yourself developing feelings for him. Or maybe you already are.

When Dalton joins you on the same side of the booth, his arm resting across your shoulders, you lean against him and wonder if you look like a couple to the other people in the diner. Dalton orders two hot chocolates, claiming they are the best in the country, maybe even the world. His arm never leaves you as he turns slightly to continue talking.

“Your brother and sister think you have a crush on me,” you blurt out suddenly, an impulse reaction as he reaches up to cradle your chin and drag his thumb under your bottom lip.

Dalton smiles as he moves his hand to one side of your neck. He leans in and whispers, “So does my mom.”

You take this to mean that they’re all wrong and lean back slightly, looking over his shoulder to see if your order is ready.

“Foster seems convinced you feel the same about me,” Dalton adds, tapping your cheek lightly and asking you to look at him again.

“We just met,” you whisper a half-hearted excuse.

Dalton smiles, and you can’t help but wrap your fingers around his wrist, craving his touch.

“And you’re going to be at my house for the holidays, right?” You nod, and Dalton leans in as if to kiss you. “Then we have plenty of time.”

A throat clears behind Dalton, and he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily before turning to accept the hot chocolate.

“You make a cute couple,” the waiter says.

“Everyone sees it.” Dalton shrugs and bumps his shoulder against yours.

You drink your hot chocolate, agreeing that it’s some of the best you’ve ever had before Dalton drives to his house. He says he has to get something and then will take you home. While you wait downstairs, he goes to his room.

“Did you kiss?” Kali asks, suddenly standing beside you.

“No,” you answer, laughing.

“But you almost did,” Foster states, looking far too sure of himself.

You don’t answer, but you look to the floor, the only answer they need.

“Pay up,” Kali demands, holding her hand out.

“What was the bet?” you ask.

“There’s two. Big picture, that you and Dalton would end up together. Today’s was just that you’d kiss within twenty-four hours of meeting; I thought it would take a few days,” Foster answers, pulling cash from his wallet and passing it to Kali.

“But we didn’t kiss,” you argue.

“The night is young,” Dalton says as he returns, wrapping an arm around your waist. “And Kali, it wasn’t love at first sight. But I’d bet love by New Year’s.” He looks at you as he pulls you closer, asking, “What do you think?”

“Love for Christmas sound too much like a Hallmark movie for you?” you tease.

“What can I say, I’ve got a thing for my sister’s babysitter.”

“Gross.”

“I assume you will be trying to steal her ever chance you get?” Renai asks as she walks in and sits by Kali.

“Yep. I’ve got a deadline to meet,” Dalton answers.

You say bye to his family and then return to the car.

“Do you really think this is going to go somewhere?” you ask.

“Yes. Maybe not what I said in the house, but I think it’s obvious that we both feel something. And love by New Year’s doesn’t seem like a stretch with how easy it is to talk to each other. I’m in it for you, not the bet,” Dalton answers, leaning closer over the console.

“Me too,” you agree as you lean forward. “But I’d take that bet,” you whisper just before his lips meet yours in a kiss that feels like New Year’s came early.

[oddishfeeling]

do you have any book recommendations? pls i need lots 💙💙

this is such a loaded question friend. but lucky for u, i am procrastinating assignments, my take out has yet to arrive, and i just finished another book!

horror fic has been my choice for the last several books

the centre by ayesha manazir siddiqi is about a young Pakistani woman living in the UK. she's a translator for Urduru films. language and translation are central to this book. people are becoming fluent in a matter of weeks in complex languages.... the centre is gorgeous if not entirely mysterious, magical even. but whats the catch?? beautifully written. vivid details. anisa is a flawed, honest, and genuine feeling mc, as are the people in her life. i just finished it a couple hours ago n i miss my girls.

slewfoot by brom is set in 17th century Connecticut. our protag, Abitha, is not from this town but she does he best to adhere to the Puritan standards, if not for her well being, than that of her husband's. something stirs in the outskirts of the village, in the forest and beyond. she finds help from an unlikely source while also fostering a deep inner power of her own. these characters felt so well thought out, the writing is magnetic and the action is well paced. it puts so many preconceived notions right on their head. i loved this book and can't wait to read brom's other novel, the child thief, a retelling of peter pan and the lost boys!

sister, maiden, monster by lucy a. synder was oh so gay and oh so cosmically horrendous. this is like h.p. lovecraft wasn't a weird racist. this is like if biblically accurate angels were once just women in love. this is horrifying, visceral, and relevant to our COVID world. i was gawking at so many of the details. there are so many monster themes actually, it's perfect. the story is told through 3 povs of 3 different women. and we love women! and horror! i didn't expect to pick this one up but I'm so glad i did.

mary: an awakening of terror by nat cassidy do u know what it's like to be virtually invisible? forgotten? disaffected? do u know the pure joy of having a precious collection, adding to it over time, and it being almost ur only reason for living anymore?? then you're a lot like mary. and mary is a lot like plenty of women who get the chance to live beyond adolescence, who are cast out by society-- deemed invaluable. mary is utterly lost at a time in her life she feels she should have it all figured out. she goes back to her hometown, an ambiguous small town in the middle of the desert, and some unlikely characters help her piece things back together. i finished this book feeling so close to mary. we are friends now. there is mystique, horror, fables, myths, bad guys, mysterious architecture, and well mary is not the most reliable narrator. loved this one too.

the last house on needless street by catriona ward i had no idea where this book was going and i loved piecing the narrative together through several characters and their povs. it forces u to confront ur own biases regarding mental health. u are sympathetic to the characters in the most painful, heart wrenching ways. there is murder. there is mystery. there is missing children. there are cats. this book surprised me and it was fun to have to find a couple reddit threads to be sure i was understanding the story correctly. i felt like i read this kind of fast! which is always fun too.

brother by ania ahlborn this one pissed me off a bit. but in a good way because i was so deeply invested. this one is set in Appalachia. i'm not one for stereotypes, especially bc i think Appalachians have a bad rep and it's of no fault of their own. that being said, the insular feel of the book and the absolute claustrophobia those mountains create in this story were like a character in it of itself. our protag, michael, knows there's something beyond. he's seen them on colorful postcards. but his own mind and his own heart seem utterly trapped here. this one is heartbreaking. it's horrifying. and it'll make u dizzy from the amount of times u change ur mind. excited to read her other novel, Seed, because this one stuck with me so much!

a couple honorable mentions that fit the theme:

the vegetarian by han kang korean food. infidelity. art. nightmares. inexplicable mindfucks! this story was scary because it felt very.. possible? no monsters this time. no spells. just... the mind deteriorating. could happen to any of us.

a certain hunger by chelsea g. summers what if girlbossing is just a quick pivot from sociopathy?? what if the crimes are so much more gratifying than say, fame or fortune or even love?? women can be sociopaths too, you know!! this one is fun bc the protag is crazy and it's fun to slip into these characters. cathartic even. omg did i mention, she's a foodie too! just like me :-)

[pinguwrites]

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people

Thanks: @beastofburdenxo

Finally got around to doing this lol

P - Pumped Up Kicks, Foster The People

I - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight, Cutting Crew

N - Nocturnal Me, Echo And The Bunnymen

G - fuck it I’ll do this one later

U - fuck it I’ll do this one later

W - Where’s My Love (Alternate Version), SYML

R - Rain In My Heart, Frank Sinatra

I - Ik Junoom (Paint it Red), Vishal Dadlani

T - The Other Side of Paradise, Glass Animals

E - Every Breath You Take, The Police

S - Shadow of Mine, Alec Benjamin

@red-write-hand @mrkdvidal1989 @alprazolvm @slut4thebroken @hllywdwhre @flwrs4aust @mrkdvidal1989 + literally anyone else

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU: Villain's Quarter

Some areas of Japan are known officially as 'dead zones' or 'ghost towns'. Some were destroyed in the early quirk riots, some victim to a villain attack that resisted clean up, some the site of an attack so brutal the vast majority of the people living there left. They have no police, no heroes, but not no people. They are well populated, by those unwelcome anywhere else - the poor, the mutants and, most of all, the villains. Southwest Mutsutafu is one of them - the locals call it the Villain's Quarter.

Midoriya Izuku's mother dies a few days after he turns 13. Her funeral comes and goes, leaving Izuku all alone.

After Inko dies, Bakugo is nicer. Not nice, exactly, but on one memorable occasion he asks if Izuku's foster family is ok. Izuku cries, because Bakugo is the only person who would care to ask, and he cries because there is no foster family. He thanks him and tells him they are nice enough.

Here, the quirkless are considered legal adults at 12, he's already aged out of the foster system/any legal protections for children.

He has no money other than what was in the house - he knew his mother had a will, but he got nothing. She left him something - she told him, but apparently whoever was in charge of her will didn't see fit to give him anything. He was hungry. He was tired. He was so lonely.

Bakugo may have gotten nicer, but the other students had only become more cruel. He'd arrived to school only to see Bakugo throwing flowers out the window - the 'go join your mother' notes still inked directly onto the wooden top of his desk. A girl bumps into him, tells him she thought he was a ghost with a nasty laugh. A group of boys tell him to jump off a roof. A particularly nasty teacher asks him why he's still even here.

One month since his mother died, Izuku is done. He ran out of food 3 days ago, and he ran out of hope not long after. Entering the Villain's Quarter is said to be tantamount to suicide - so thats just what he does.

Shigaraki often wandered the streets of the villain quarter at night - Sensei ran the show, and everyone knew who he was. Those who didn't and tried to pick a fight - well.

He's not expecting to run into a kid - skinny and short, still dressed in his well worn gakuran. His eyes are empty.

Faced with what feels like an echo from his past (a little older, but he'd been just as crushed an alone and hopeless, without a hero in sight) he invites the kid back to the bar. He cringes a little, because hes some guy in the villain quarter inviting a cute little kid back to his place, that looks so fucked on so many levels - the kids gonna book it - But. The boy just nods. They get back to the bar in minutes, Tomura makes him a cup of tea (he can feel sensei's heartbreak at whatever way he must be ruining the leaves but thats sensei's problem).

He didn't really think he had much of a heart, but it sure fucking breaks when the kid asks him why he hasn't killed him yet.

(More under cut)

So! This AU features a much nicer AFO (he's trying to raise tomura well! hes. not great at it, but he is legit trying) who has morals of a sort. The morals include - touch children and die by my sword, quirk discrimination bad, and 'i will give u the chance to leave before i kill you, because im nice like that'.

He doesn't see the problem with experimenting on dead bodies - but hes not ok with experimenting on living people. Nomu are, as far as he knows, only made of dead people.

He, admittedly, just kinda likes being a villain. Crimes are fun, only some murder is bad, I like beating people up and stealing their quirks. The tale of him being a massive evil is. Kinda not true - he's just a theatre kid. But only OfA could beat him at this point so. Fair. He's not mad ab All Might beating in his face he's like "good fight. good fight - its nice to be on the ropes for a change!" All Might is not aware of this.

Tomura is also nicer! His aim isn't murder All Might, but defeat him so badly it destroys the stupid hero system. He doesn't hate All Might - well, he does, but he's aware that what he really hates is the system and All Might is just tragically easy to dislike if you are Tomura - but there are some people he's of the opinion that them dying is just an all round positive. He wants to murder them.

So when a very depressed baby Izuku shows up, they try to find out what hes doing so they can return him to the correct authorities and hopefully get him some therapy. Then they find out there are no authorities and they suddenly want to murder the whole government. All for One didn't want to rule Japan (too much effort) but at this point it seems like he straight up could not do a worse job than the actual government.

So, they keep him! Izuku helps Kurogiri around the bar and, eventually, starts cooking. Its the only restaurant in the villain quarter and its very popular - you can pay in anything with value (money, gold, information, a lot of drugs, weapons, one time just a whole puppy that Izuku instantly adopted). Izuku is actually kinda happy, for once. He doesn't agree with Tomura or Sensei, but he doesn't disagree - he helps with planning, and he and Sensei have a dedicated time each week were they play with some of his quirks.

Basically Izuku gets adopted by every villain in the prefecture. It is very stressful when you are Eraserhead, chasing up on a lead about a quirk analyst in the villain's quarter and you see a whole child wandering around some stalls selling very illegal goods in broad daylight like hes at a farmer's market.

[zoeydoe]

Under Scattered Stars

In which Noel and Mischa confess to each other while stargazing

So yeah, tw Nischa under the cut!

Nights were the most beautiful when the sky was clear and the stars flickered in the night air like sprinkles on a freshly baked cupcake. Telescopes would poke out from balconies, the world at a standstill as people admired the constellations. It was beauty and happiness at its finest. However, they say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, so in the same way of thinking, one man’s beauty and wonder is another man’s sadness and pressure. 

It had to have been nearly one in the morning when a tired, and more importantly, angry Mischa Bachinski crawled onto the roof of his foster parents’ house, staring out at those balls of gas and fire with disdain. 

Just last year at this time, he was staring out at these same stars, but in the company of his mother, back in his hometown in Ukraine. As he glowered at the rooftops of Uranium, he remembered how much more breathtaking the nights had been back home. Here, some stars were barely visible behind the thick curtains of clouds. 

“Stupid, stupid Uranium…” He grumbled. “Killing my mother, slowly eating away at my soul too. I hate this whole damn place.” A chill breeze blew over the roof, and he shuddered, but didn’t go back inside. Why would he? He wasn’t wanted there anyway. 

He lay back as the lights from the few, dimly lit street lamps glowed at his feet. There was nothing left for him in this stupid town. Nothing at all!

Noel loved watching the stars. There was something so beautiful and romantic about it, gazing up at galaxies beyond his own. That particular night, he had been up for hours. He scrambled out to the backyard and climbed into the treehouse. 

The thing had been there since Noel was six. It was just about the only nice thing his father had done for him. Now, the roof had a massive hole in it, the wood was rotting, and the tree itself had withstood decades of storms. Was it unsafe? Hell yeah. Did Noel care? No, he did not. 

He set himself up so he was staring out the giant hole in the roof, a mostly-clear expanse of stars opening up to him. It was absolutely gorgeous. 

          He moved his body so that he got a glimpse out the treehouse window. To his shock, something moved on a nearby rooftop.

         Mischa’s eyes fixed on the rickety treehouse. He lived fairly close to Noel, and from this angle, he could see just about everything. The poet’s head was visible through the window. He waved. 

Noel waved back. It was kind of funny, the bond they had. You wouldn’t think they would be so close, considering one was a self-proclaimed bad boy rapper gangsta, the other a romantic, closed-off poet. 

Mischa felt his phone buzz. He picked it up to see a text message appear, from Noel:

N: Why are you up so late? 

He laughed for the first time that night and scrambled to reply. 

M: I could ask you that too

Another reply:

N: stargazing, dumbass. You look like you want to jump off the roof. 

M: nah, just thinking about how much i hate stupid uranium

N: that makes 2 of us.

N: you should go to bed

N: see u at choir tmrw

M: ya see u

“You look so tired, Noel!” Ocean pointed out the next morning. “I told you not to stay up so late, you look homeless, what with the bags under your eyes!” 

“Thanks for the reminder, bitchface.” Noel may have been tired, but he would never be too out of it to snap back at Ocean. “Some of us prioritize actual joy over your stupid choir.” 

Ocean clapped a hand over her chest in offense. “Stupid? And who was the first person to join after I said I was starting the choir in the first place?”

“That would be Constance.” 

She bit her lip. “And the second person?” 

“Ricky.”

Ocean wrinkled her nose up in annoyance. “My point is, you joined, Noel.” 

“Only because you forced me,” he shrugged, “Now I’m stuck with you losers. Speaking of losers, where’s Mischa?” 

“Probably doing drugs.” Ocean growled. “He’s always late. It’s tempting to just kick him out of the choir.”

Noel’s heart grew heavy, and he wasn’t really sure why. Mischa was really the only reason he came to choir. He never would have expected to get along so well with the Ukrainian, but they were basically tied at the hip. Choir was the only class they had together, but they made it enjoyable for each other. Noel was even willing to endure Ocean’s lectures on music theory if it meant more time spent with his friend. 

“You can’t kick him out!” He sputtered. “Not only is he here as a punishment, only Father Markus has the authority to decide who can and can’t join! You may have started the idea for a St. Cassian’s choir, but he’s the advisor! So you can’t kick Mischa out. End of story.” 

From beside him, Noel heard the electronic chirp of Ricky’s AAC device starting up. “Getting a little defensive, are we?” It said. Ricky had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, eyebrows raised as if he knew something someone else didn’t. “Why are you so keen on Mischa staying? It’s not like he actually sings or anything.”

“Neither do you.” Noel hissed, to which Ricky replied: “I provide moral support. Your bad boy lover doesn’t even do that.” 

“He’s not my lover.” Noel snapped. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend you’re madly in love with. Admit it, Noel. I see the way you stare at him. That’s not how friends look at friends.” 

Noel couldn’t deny that he did spend a lot of time looking at Mischa. What else was he supposed to look at, Ocean’s stupid face? 

“You wrote his initials down in your algebra notebook.” Penny added with a giggle. “I watched. N+M=L.” 

“That was an algebraic equation!” He flew up from his seat. “You know that’s all it is!”

“But of all letters?” Ocean joined in on the teasing. “Why not X and Y?” 

“Those are boring! Besides, N and M can stand for anything! Like… Nutella and marmalade!”

“If you’re eating Nutella and marmalade, there is something seriously wrong with you.” Penny said matter-of-factly. “Like, full on needs-to-be-in-a-mental-hospital.” 

“Thank you all for your input.” He growled. “Much appreciated. 

At that moment, the door swung open. Mischa waltzed in as if he owned the place, earbuds in. The entire choir turned to stare at him. 

Look, your boyfriend is here! Ricky signed in Noel’s direction. Noel glared at him, but as usual, couldn’t tear his eyes from Mischa for too long. 

“Where were you!” Ocean demanded, standing up. Her head barely reached the middle of Mischa’s chest. 

He looked down at her, sneering. “My car needed gas, little orphan a-hole. Not like you would know, since you got your permit revoked a day after you got it.” 

She tapped her foot impatiently. “You could have told us!”

“Did not want to.”

“You should have.”

“Too bad.” 

He plopped down. “Can we start stupid singing now please?” Ocean glared daggers at him, but sighed and turned to the rest of the choir. “For this next piece, I want to add in a dance component.” She explained. “I want to have us learn ballroom dance, make it into a real scene. What do you guys think?”

“I think you should have Noel and Mischa dance together.” Penny said, “Give them a chance to get to know each other better.”

Mischa looked confused. “I already know Poet plenty well. He and I watched stars together last night.” 

Noel’s face reddened. “Mischa. You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why? I liked that. Watching the stars with you. It was nice. Peaceful, even.” 

All eyes were on them. Damn Mischa and his fucking stupidity! Damn his adorable smile and his charm and his obliviousness to anything that could possibly be considered romantic. 

“Half the time I don’t think you know what you’re saying.” Noel kicked at pebbles as he and Mischa walked home that day. “It’s like you’re trying to embarrass me.”

“I am not, I was not lying. I did enjoy staring out at the same stars as you. Noel you are always calling things poetic, and what I think is poetic is the fact that we walk on the same earth and gaze out at the same stars.” 

Noel pondered this for a little while. “You’re kind of right, I suppose. It’s nice to think about, huh?”

“I do feel bad for being late again. Car broke down.”

“You’re okay. Ocean and Penny and the others were too busy teasing me anyways.” He admitted. “They think I have a crush on you or something.” 

Mischa laughed. “You do not, though, right?” 

Noel swallowed. “Uh…yeah, right.” Mischa looked suspicious. “Really? Because, Poet, sometimes I notice the way you look at me…”

Noel was dead. Ricky had been right all along and the secret was out. He cursed himself for his stupidity. 

“Mischa, I…” he began, but Mischa silenced him with a finger to his lips. 

“My Poet, do you not realize the very reason I spend so much time at your side?”

“Because we’re friends?”

“No, Noel! Because I think you are…” He turned to face the shorter male, one hand reaching out to cup Noel’s face. “Perfect.”

Noel blushed, taking one step closer. “Really, Mischa?”

“Yes, dumbass. Now come home before the sun sets, we must watch the stars.” 

The two of them climbed up onto Mischa’s roof that night as the vast sky sparkled above them, dotted with pearls of flame. They lay down side by side. 

“Mischa, why are you even telling me all this?” Noel wondered aloud. 

“It felt like the right time.” Mischa’s face was nuzzled into Noel’s hair. “You look pretty, my boy.” 

“You flatter me, dumbass.” 

A few moments of silence passed before Noel pointed up to the sky. “Look, the big dipper!”

“Huh.” Mischa grunted before pointing himself to another cluster of stars. “That one looks like a penis.” 

“How very mature of you, Mr. Bachinski.” Noel sat up again. “So glad you are the guy who fell for me.” 

“You fell first!” Mischa laughed. “I merely followed the example of the most romantic boy in town!” He joined him in sitting, hesitantly wrapping an arm around Noel. “It gets pretty chilly up here. Want to go inside? There’s hot cocoa!”

“You know as well as I do I hate hot beverages. Besides…I really want to kiss you and it only feels right to do it under the stars.”

Mischa nodded, and pulled Noel closer and closer until their lips touched lightly. Noel’s lips were smooth and glossy, Mischa’s rough and chapped. They pulled away after a moment, breathless.

“Look up, Mischa. Even the stars are smiling at us.” Noel moved his body close, and they shared one more cuddle before going inside to sleep of the last few restless nights. 

[shyminmin]

༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.5k + ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None

Stepping off the old rundown bus, a nice gentle breeze greeted me carrying the first whiffs of salt. The journey to this seaside town had been a long one and it was a relief to finally be able to breathe some fresh air and stretch my legs. Dropping my small suitcase, I let out a sigh and looked up to view my surroundings.

A gravelly road separated rows of old, quaint houses and shops from the gleaming white sands of the beach on the other side. The weatherboard exteriors and tiled roofs gave the dwellings a cozy, rustic sort of feel, sporting chipped paint but still remaining tidy.

The overall population of this town seemed sparse, having only witnessed the odd one or two people casually strolling about. This was a good thing as it didn't sit well with me being around a lot of people and tended to avoid places with large crowds opting for a nice bit of solitude instead.

Picking my suitcase up off the ground I spotted the inn that would be accommodating me for the next week and slowly made my way towards it. A good chunk of money out of my savings was used to pay for the room I would be staying in as well as the multiple forms of public transport I had to use to get here in the first place. I cringed every time, thinking about the amount I was spending but I kept convincing myself that it was for a good cause. If not for the information I was searching for then at least I get a small holiday out of it.

Opening the wooden door of the inn I walked into a small lobby area. An off white carpet took up the center of the floor and potted plants were dotted around in corners. A little off to the side housed a polished wooden desk and sat behind was a middle aged woman flicking through glossy pages of a magazine. She didn't seem to notice my presence even when I was now standing right in front of her. Not wanting to stand here quietly like an idiot until she notices I cleared my throat.

"E-excuse me"

Tilting her head up towards me, I don't miss the slight glare she gives me as if I just ate the last cookie out of the tin. "Yes?" She grumbles.

"U-um hi... uh.. I booked a room here... It s-should be under the name Y/n."

Sidling up to an outdated desktop she types on a few keys all while still holding a small frown, skin creasing on her forehead. "Who? Speak up!"

"I-It's Y/n... Cheong Y/n" Oh I really wasn't good at talking to people.

"Cheong hey? So fitting" she stated, the sarcasm dripping off her breath.

I looked myself over self-consciously, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment. No, I had a feeling it was the opposite.

"You'll be in room 7" Picking up a small key from the rack behind her she placed it haphazardly in front of me, not caring if it reached me or not.

"Thank you..." not wanting to further disturb the clearly irritated woman I meekly bowed and scurried away up the stairs which I assumed led to the rooms.

Unpacking the last of my necessities I let myself fall onto the small single bed, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. Fatigue had finally caught up with me it seemed and all I wanted to do was burrow myself under the blankets and sleep forever. Alas I wasn't on vacation like I wanted to be and needed to utilize my time wisely. Hopefully everyone else that I happen to run into here was not so.. prickly.. as the downstairs receptionist. I was barely keeping it together as it is, her intimidating aura not doing me any favors.

Closing my eyes I let my thoughts wander to my main purpose for coming here, finding out and learning the truth.

All my life, as far back as I could remember, I never felt like I belonged. That was probably due to being tossed around like a ragdoll between foster homes and as a result of the constant moving, any friends I managed to make seemed to slip away like sand through my fingers. I was an outcast, always keeping to myself and never truly fitting in anywhere. I was basically wandering around aimlessly not knowing or having a chance to find out who I truly was or my potential as a person.

The only lead I had through all of this at piecing together an identity of sorts was the recurring dream I had at least three times a week.

I was plagued with images of water and sand and deafening screaming. A blurry figure hovering over me and incoherent words being muttered. A very troubling nightmare that I had learned to tolerate over the years, it no longer scared me but rather made me all the more curious. Curious because of its similarities with my assumed birth.

I had learnt early on that I was found abandoned on a beach, the whereabouts of my parents unknown. A newborn baby with no name or place to call home. After some heavy digging, I had tracked that place down to this very town. Somewhere along it's coast I would hopefully find some answers and complete this puzzle which was of my very existence. I needed some form of closure not wanting my birth to remain a mystery, my constant dreams or should I assume memories, pushing me to achieve this. Perhaps learning about my unfortunate past will help with curing my identity crisis, maybe spark an epiphany of sorts.

I'm desperate to find out who I am. I will do anything, even if it causes me more harm than good. Feeling a little pain is better than going about life as an empty shell with no sense of purpose.

The natural light coming from my room's window was slowly decreasing signifying that night was steadily approaching. Giving myself permission to rest, I decided to begin my search for answers tomorrow.

Darkness descended upon the billowing waves that made up the wide expanse of deep blue that was the sea. A sliver of light near the horizon indicated the presence of the moon as it silently observed the lonely soul perched on top of some high rocks bordering the salty body of water.

Droplets of water hit his face as the constant influx of waves crashed upon the rocks below. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't even think about getting this close to a rocky edge like this in danger of falling straight into the ocean and being swept away, never to be seen again. But seeing as he is part fish, he would be an exception to this common sense, the salty waters being his home rather than a gateway to imminent death.

Flexing his scaled appendage and watching the natural flow of the tides, moments like this were blissful yet painful, the silence and alone time bringing forth all his worries and sorrow. The male looked towards the soft light of the crescent and his heart ached.

Everything was slowly spiraling downward and unfortunately he was one of few who experienced these occurrences first hand.

It won't be long until history repeats itself and I don't know if I'll be able to stop it.

Sometimes he wished he could be oblivious to what's happening and just live day to day where the only problems were whether enough food was present to sustain everyone, or of the rogue shark that decided to take a detour into the tribe. But alas he had a responsibility to uphold, if not to settle his conscience, then hopefully for maintaining the freedom and well-being of all merfolk.

All those years ago with the chaos and bloodshed was just the beginning of their unruly endeavors and they weren't about to cease any time soon. Tyranny would soon be visited upon the innocent if they succeed.

Stress enveloped the merman as he reviewed the enemy's stance on the current ocean-wide situation that had been going on for a good two decades.

They were getting close to finding it, and they knew it.

The malevolent party's search entailed obtaining objects that were long believed to be nothing more than the stuff of myths and legend. That had proved to be otherwise since they currently had one in their possession. Thankfully it was deemed to be useless due to the execution of his and his deceased family's plans from all those years ago.

However his efforts would mean nothing if they found the others. It wouldn't take long till they have this one in their cold, unmerciful clutches and wreak havoc upon the existing mer tribes. With the thirst for power and dominance blinding their sense of morality, the innocent and weak would be led by fear and disobeying would undoubtedly cause their demise.

The majority of merfolk knew nothing of these horrific events and intentions leaving the brunt of these ordeals to the responsibility of himself and several allied individuals. They couldn't afford mass panic and hysteria, which would most certainly muddle their course of action.

This storm of events has been slowly accumulating and soon it would inevitably strike.

No one would be spared.

Having spent enough time contemplating and basking in the soft moonlight he used the strong muscles in his tail to propel himself off the rocks, diving into the dark waters of his home.

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | ༄⋆

[the-ozzie]

🫣, 🏆 and 🧑‍💼 for millie the baddie (i want to do more but ill limit myself)

POOKIW U SHOULDVE DONE MOREEEEE ILY 💖 🫣- Millie’s biggest regret would be not stopping Sebastian from killing Solomon.. even though it’s 100% Sebastian’s fault, she still can’t believe that she sat there and watched a man die… she’d definitely have nightmares and be haunted for it for years to come, but she’d never tell Sebastian for fear of trudging up past trauma.

🏆- Millie’s biggest goal is to harness her ancient magic and help people with it… not in Isabella’s way, but in Perceval’s way. She wants to help make the world a better place, and would definitely be like an old timey foster mom when she’s older to help give kids like her a stable parent figure who gives them the love and care they deserve.

🧑‍💼- Millie would definitely be an auror when she grows up, her and Sebastian would probably end up working a lot of cases together. She loves adventure and is quite the duelist, it would be a shame for her to let her talents go to waste. She’s also been in danger like, her whole life, so she’d pick something familiar, not something safe lmao.

[teaboot]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛

Are you named after anyone? Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!

When was the last time you cried? Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)

Do you have kids?  Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!

What sports do you play/have played?  I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun. Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol

What's the first thing you notice about other people?  Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?

God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.

Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.

What's your eye colour?  Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.

Any special talents?  I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.

And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.

As it is, I sleep a lot.

Where were you born? British Columbia, Canada!

What are your hobbies? Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu

Do you have any pets? Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.

How tall are you? 160cm!

Favourite subject at school?  Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)

Dream job?  Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.

Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.

And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.

And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.

And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.

So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah

Fifteen Mutuals*: @Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous @Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53

*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways

[shakertwelve]

Hey hii hello hiiii what do u think was Marquis trigger backstory? Since ur the professional on him and we don’t know shit about him(besides his apparent vampirism lmfao)

Interested in your marquis backstory thoughts because his power implies a lot but I can’t quite put it together - there’s SOMETHING that he feels the bones breaking each time and doesn’t show it but idk what. Forced to play into a role even as it causes agony? Macabre leaning? What’s goin on there

SO the first big thing about marquis's background is that i really don't think he grew up with any wealth or comfort at all—his cape persona is a performance that he's putting on to get as far as possible from his much more humble origins, imo. heathcliff stuff. obvious tension of identity there that fits with a changer power and also makes sense with his pain tolerance, which suggests he's had a lot of experience bearing through pain without any help, and the way he talks; he often sounds like he's picking his words deliberately and even trying to give off an air of sophistication, but he never actually uses any words that are especially fancy or obscure. ward messes with this a bit by making him act like an actual cartoon vampire sometimes, but i think i'm still pretty close to the mark.

at one point he mentions that his father was a doctor, but i don't think the man he's referring to there is his biological father—his wish for the brigade not to put amelia into the foster system makes me think he himself spent some time in the system and didn't enjoy it (pretty plausible, especially considering this would've been in the 70s and 80s) before he eventually ended up with the man he thinks of as his father, which is why he's hopeful that amelia will be alright if she's with a good family from the start.

if anything i think he probably grew up more like rachel than anyone else in the cast, but while rachel dealt with being treated badly by human society by forming connections with her dogs instead, marquis never totally gave up on the idea that he could prove himself to be worthy. his dedication to being a "noble" villain, to me, seems like it comes from an almost childish sense of fairness; he has to believe that if he makes himself respectable, people will recognize it and respect him, if he holds himself to a higher standard he won't just be treated as another criminal, if he chooses his words carefully enough he won't be misinterpreted, and if he trusts his daughter to the dallons they'll rise to the occasion and take care of her. it's something he notes makes it difficult for him to understand amy once they're reunited, because she lacks that same internal drive; she's already seen that no matter what she did, she was never really treated like she belonged in the dallon family, so she can't make herself care enough to try anymore. my guess is that it's different for marquis because he had a father figure he actually looked up to, who (in marquis's memories) was a self-made man who was respected on his own terms, and if his father did it right, he can, too.

in a literal sense, his power is the ability to contort himself into any shape that could possibly be wanted from him, but he has to keep breaking himself over and over again to do it—and he does! his shard doesn't even need to throw in anything to protect him from the pain, because he's already willing to do anything just to become someone who can be accepted like he wants. trying to describe the exact moment of his trigger would take more speculation (i could sketch out a timeline but i'd really just be making up the details), but i think those are the underlying issues that are already cooking in his head when it happens.