#grandps

[chycoin]

New SMG4 episode be like (spoiler?)

Yessir, I’m finally back and the first thing I do is give you guys this thing from the new episode. Made me lose it a lot of times lol

[impish-ivy]

After my post here, I realized just how many characters have familial relationships.

I think the reason the relationships ObeyMe’s characters have with each other is so wholesome is because they’re all found families.

There’s the obvious one with; the brothers and MC, Barbatos and Diavolo, and Simeon and Luke both very much parental (I think it’s said in canon that Simeon sees Luke like a grandkid?) and then there’s Thirteen and Solomon who have a sibling-like bond. Angels also view each other as sisters and brothers but it’s so distinctly different than the bonds of the brothers.

This game is filled with families made of chosen bonds instead of blood. And I think this is what ObeyMe excels most at—familial relationships.

I never have once thought “hey these two characters don’t feel like they love each other”. Every character feels like their familial bonds are strong and solid—even the more chaotic ones like the 7 brothers. You can feel the love ooze out of every one of their conversations and every interactions, it’s sibling love so it’s grimy but the love—it’s almost overwhelming.

I think their relationship is even more important when given the context that all angels see each other as siblings. Angels view each other as sisters and brothers but it’s so distinctly different than the bonds of the brothers.

[reisakumaproducer]

I love Rei’s casual outfits during the ! era. I respect the commitment to making him look like a grandpa 

[sp-ud]

my mom implied my poppa would be here at 11:30, i think.

its almost 11, and my dad is not awake. so im just gonna hope she was wrong, or im remembering what she said wrong.

[time-judged-all]

OLD MQN RYOUTAROU‼️‼️

[fairytaleendingss]

Room for One More?

Chapter 8

Summary: You spend Christmas with your family and are joined by an unexpected guest.

CW: Discussion of family trauma (Sirius'; reader has a good family), allusions to sex.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Hey everyone! Sorry that this chapter is a little late. I was meaning to get it out closer to actual Christmas Day but things just got really busy. I still hope you enjoy nonetheless and that you all had a wonderful Christmas!

--

Christmas Eve had rolled around quicker than you expected and you suddenly found yourself scrambling to pack for your trip home for the holidays.

James had left the day prior for a vacation with his family and Remus had headed home earlier that morning. The only person left in the apartment was Sirius.

You found him sprawled out on the sofa as you lugged a heafty suitcase of gifts out into the living area. He looked over at you in amusement.

"Need some help with that?"

"Maybe," you responded, already out of breath just from the journey down the hall. "I still have to get it down the stairs yet. I'm not sure I thought this all the way through."

He chuckled deeply.

"Well, let me know when you're leaving and I'm happy to assist."

"Thanks Sirius."

You paused for a moment then, gazing at him thoughtfully. He was wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt and his hair was tied into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He was watching some Lifetime Christmas movie absent-mindedly. You noticed that he didn't seem paricularly fesitive.

"So what are your plans for Christmas?" You asked him as you dragged your suitcase towards the door.

He shrugged, eyes still glued to the TV. "I don't have any, really."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't really get on with my family anymore and usually I'd spend the holidays with James but as you know, he's in Australia for Christmas this year and I couldn't quite afford the airfair. I thought I'd just spend Christmas here."

Your frown deepened so much that you were sure it'd give you premanent forehead wrinkles. "So what? You're going to spend Christmas alone?"

"I suppose."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you assessed him. You hated the idea of just leaving him alone in the cold apartment during the holidays.

"Okay, get up," you told him after a moment.

He looked at you, perplexed. You just sighed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"You're coming home with me for Christmas."

He raised a brow. "I appreciate the gesture but I don't think-"

You rolled your eyes, cutting him off. "I'm not taking no for an answer. If you think there's any chance I'm just going to leave you here, then you're out of your mind. Now hurry up and grab your things!"

--

It was a couple of hours drive from the city to your hometown and you couldn't help but take notice of Sirius' nervous fidgeting the whole way there.

The sun was just starting to set when you arrived.

"Y/n! Darling!"

Your mother swung the door open, a giant smile painting her face at the sight of the two of you. She threw her arms out, embracing you in a warm, comforting hug.

"Hi Mum! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she pulled back, glancing up over your shoulder. "And you must be Sirius!"

"Lovely to meet you," the boy greeted, uncharacteristically politely. He stuck his hand out towards her.

"Oh, don't be silly," your Mother exclaimed, bypassing the handshake and delving in for an equally enthusiastic hug. Sirius looked briefly surprised by the gesture, before leaning down and heitantly returning her affections.

"We're so excited to have you," she announced kindly.

"Is that y/n?" a voice called from through the threshold.

"Oh yes! Come in, you two. The family's all inside."

"Darling! So good to see you!" your Dad stated, getting up to embrace you as well. Sirius hung back as you were greeted by enthusiastic family members.

Once you'd said 'hello' to both parents, grandparents and your younger brother, you turned back to look at your roommate.

"Everyone, this is Sirius," you introduced. "He'll be joining us for the next few days."

"Oh my! You're a very handsome young man!" Your grandmother declared. Sirius let out a soft chuckle.

"Thank you. I'm flattered," he responded slickly. "You're quite lovely yourself."

You held back a laugh as your Nana's face flushed red. "Well, aren't you a smooth talker?"

"So are you y/n's boyfriend or something?" Your brother chimed in from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, assessing Sirius through squinted eyes.

"Oh no, nothing like that," you were quick to assure. "Sirius and I are just friends. He's my roommate actually."

"Right..." your brother responded. He didn't seem convinced.

You were distracted by a sudden loud clap from your mother.

"On that note, why don't I show you to where you'll be staying?"

You and Sirius followed her up the stairs and down the hall.

"This is you."

She swung open the door to reveal your childhood bedroom. It was still adorned with the same brightly coloured wallpaper that you had growing up, and cluttered with long forgotten momentos of your adolescence.

Your eyes widened slightly as they fell on the queen bed postioned in the center of the space.

Being the gentleman he was, Sirius moved to carry your suitcases into the room while you pulled your Mum aside discreetely, looking around to make sure no one could hear you.

"Mum, there's a... uh, slight issue the bedding arrangements."

A look of feigned innocence crossed her face. "Sorry but there wasn't much I could do on such short notice. You're grandparents are staying in the guest room. So unless you think Sirius should take the couch, or share with your brother, he'll have to sleep in here with you."

You sighed thickly. There was a twinkle of mischief glimmering in he eye.

"I see what your doing here," you uttered, an unimpressed look gracing your features.

Your family had spent years trying to set you up with various different suiters during your holiday visits. Their intentions were good but for some reason they just couldn't stand the thought of you being single.

"I'm not doing anything!" your mother responded with mock offense. "It's simply out of convinience, that's all."

You rolled your eyes. "Right. Sure it is."

She shrugged. "But you know, if there was anything going on between the two of you-"

"Mum!" you scolded harshly.

"I'm just saying! He's very cute!"

You glanced back at the doorway behind you and rolled your eyes. However, you couldn't deny the facts. Sirius was a very attractive man.

"Anyway," your mother stated. "I'm going to get a start on dinner. I'll give you two a moment to settle in."

She sent you a glaringly conspicuous wink as she turned and headed back down the stairs.

You huffed loudly and ventured into the room. Sirius looked up as you entered, from where he'd been examining a set of porcelain figurines on the dresser.

"Everything okay? I heard a lot of whisper-shouting," he smirked.

"Yes. Yeah, it's just my Mum. She can be a bit overbearing at times."

"She seems nice," he murmered absently and suddenly you felt a terrible sinking feeling in your gut.

Sirius had been his usual, confident, charming self during the whole ordeal thusfar, but it didn't go unnoticed, the hint of discomfort that he was trying to mask. It dawned on you that he may not be used to such warm, welcoming family envionments.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. "Sorry, about the... um, sleeping situation."

He gave you a gentle smile. "I'm okay if you are- to share, I mean."

You felt your palms grow sweaty. God, his smile was deadly.

"Uh, y-yeah. That's fine."

"Great," he nodded. Then he glanced once more around the room, taking in it's eclectic design choices. "So this is where you grew up, huh?"

"Yes it is. Gorgeous, isn't it?" you remarked sarcastically, gesturing to the pink and blue striped wallpaper.

"So tell me," he teased. "How many boys did you sneak up here over the years?"

"Oh loads. Yeah, I was clearly very popular in highschool."

He barked out a laugh. "Of course. I'm sure all the guys were just lining up to spend some time under these lovely magenta bedsheets."

You chuckled, looking up to meet his eyes. He sent you a handsome grin, a dimple popping out in his left cheek and suddenly you felt a lot more at ease.

Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all.

--

You awoke the next morning to the feeling of an arm splayed across your waist. You looked over at the boy beside you. He looked angelic, framed by the golden morning light that was peering through the gap in the curtains.

The previous night had gone extremely well, with Sirius charming your family in various ways over dinner. He'd chatted to your Dad and brother about shared music tastes and listened to your Nana's long-winded stories with unwavering interest. He even made sure to go back for seconds on every course of your mother's Christmas Eve menu. Overall, he'd been a perfect gentlemen.

As you gazed at the man, taking in his boyish, almost delicate features, he began to stir. He blinked up at you, gathering his bearings before a smirk overtook him.

"Merry Christmas sweetheart," he murmered, his voice deep and heavy like the strings of a bass guitar.

"Merry Christmas Sirius."

--

Your family was gathered in the living room when you made it down stairs, cups of hot chocolate in hand and ready to exchange gifts.

"Took you two long enough!" your father called from his armchair beside the fireplace.

"Yeah!" Your brother echoed. "What were you doing up there anyway?"

You rolled your eyes and slapped him gently on the shoulder as you came over to sit beside him on the floor. Sirius hung back awkwardly, not quite sure where he fit into the family dynamic, something that didn't go unnoticed by you... or your grandma.

"You can have a seat right here, hun." She patted the spot on the sofa beside her.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Sirius follow her direction, squishing in to the tight seat between your grandparents. You raised a brow at him from across the room and he responded with an tight-lipped smile.

"Alright! I think it's time for gifts!" your Dad announced.

It took a while to get through all the boxes piled under the tree. By the end of the ordeal you had precured a mass of items including, several handmade bees wax candles from the shop down the road, a boldly detailed set of teacups, a new sunhat and a lovely pair of earrings from your mother.

Your gaze trailed back to Sirius every once in a while, taking note of the way he curiously watched on to see the reactions of your family as they opened their various gifts. It occured to you that Sirius had likely never experienced a pleasant Christmas morning such as this one before. Something in you felt very glad that you'd dragged him along this year.

"This one's for you, Sirius!" your mother chirrped after most of the presents under the tree had sucessfully been unwrapped. She held out a gift box towards him, over the sea of massacarred Christmas paper that now covered the floor.

Sirius eyes widened. "Really? Oh, you didn't have to get me anything."

Your mother chuckled warmly. "Well we couldn't leave you giftless during all of this, could we?"

Sirius smiled but seemed hesitant in taking the box.

"It's only something little," your mother informed.

Your brows furrowed as you watched Sirius take the gift. You hadn't been made aware that your family had gotten him anything. Especially on such short notice.

Sirius carefully removed the wrapping paper to find a large silver box hidden beneath it. Cautiously, he opened it up and you couldn't contain the snort of laughter that burst from you at the sight.

Sirius let out a throaty chuckle as he held up the ugliest Christmas jumper you'd ever seen. The rest of the room was quick to follow as they assessed the man's gift.

It was a frosty blue colour with a giant, smiling snow-man in the centre. There were snow-flakes of all shapes and sizes surrounding it, adorned cheaply with silver glitter that was bound to shed and get into every nook and cranny of the house.

"Wow. This is uh... well, it's definitely something," Sirius muttered as he analysed the woolen monstrosity.

"You could wear it today!" your grandmother suggested and you let out another chortle at the insinuation.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I could."

With that, he hesitantly reached up and slipped the piece of fabric over his head. Everyone in the room began to cheer jokingly as he secured the item.

"How do I look?" he asked, throwing his arms out to show off his present. He looked directly over at you.

"Oh, it's super sexy," you teased.

"Knew it," he responded leaning back on the couch. For the first time since he arrived, it seemed that the playful glint in his eyes had returned. You could tell he was finally starting to feel more comfortable. "I reckon there'll be a queue for me outside the door once all the girls in town get a glimpse of me in this thing."

"Well, I think you look very handsome," you grandmother chimed in.

Another eruption of laughter filled the room.

--

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Your Aunt's family came over for Christmas Lunch and you got the chance to observe Sirius in caught up in an intense nerf gun fight with you younger cousins as you helped set the table.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight and the revelation that the man was surprisingly good with kids.

You spent the day laughing and drinking and unwrapping presents. All the while, Sirius never even thought about taking his new jumper off. In fact, he'd never tell a soul but secretly he found it very comfortable.

The day ended where it began, in the living room. With bellies full of Christmas ham, your family had spent the evening sipping brandy and remeniscing about your childhood in the english countryside.

You'd never felt more embarassed in your life as when your grandfather recounted the tale of you falling head-first into the touching pool at the aquarium you visited on your 6th birthday.

You also noticed the way that Sirius laughed loudly at all the stories, soaking up the energy in the room as if he was trying to freeze the moment in time. You found yourself drawing closer and closer towards him on the couch during the night, gravitiating into the comfort of his contact.

Everyone was pretty tispy by the time 11:00pm rolled around and one by one, began heading off to bed. You, Sirius and your father were the last men standing as the clock approached midnight.

"Well, that's it!" your Dad sighed, glancing down at his watch. "Christmas is over for another year."

"What a shame," you sighed. You were propped up on the sofa beside Sirius who had an arm lazily thrown around your shoulders. Unconciously you found yourself nestling into his side. "I wish it could be Christmas all the time."

"That sounds awfully expensive," Sirius teased and your father chuckled in response.

"Well, I'm off to bed," you Dad announced, getting up from his seat and setting down his mug. "Do you two need anything before I go?"

You shook your head gently. "Nope. We're good I think."

"Well then," he came over to place a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll see you in the morning. Merry Christmas guys."

"Merry Christmas, Dad," you called after him at the same time as Sirius muttered a "Goodnight Sir," in his direction.

And then there were two.

The room was mostly dark, the only light coming from the twinkling Christmas lights that adorned the tree in the corner. Snow was falling steadily outside and the fire crackled in the fireplace on the opposite wall from where you sat. You could feel the alcohol buzzing through your veins.

"Did you have a nice time?" you asked Sirius, scooting away from him slightly to get a better look at his face.

"I had a lovely time. Did you?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "I always have a lovely time on Christmas."

Sirius chuckled. "I can see why."

His eyes darkened a bit and you could tell he was thinking about some distant memory, probably from childhood, that rattled around in the back of his brain.

Maybe it was the alcohol or just the comfortability of being in your childhood home, but you decided that tonight was the night to broach the subject.

"James told me that you don't get along with your family."

Sirius scoffed. "That's putting it lightly."

You frowned. "I'm sorry."

"S'not your fault," he murmered, gazing into the fire. "They're awful, rancid people. The lot of them."

"But you're close with your brother aren't you?"

Sirius sighed. "I am now. Took us a while to get there, though."

"Oh."

You sat back, biting the inside of your cheek as you looked up at him. He looked ethereal in the flickering fire-light. There was a moment of heavy silence between the two of you. One that clouded the room and settled like dust over the furiture.

You didn't want to push him to talk. Not if he wasn't ready. However, after a few long seconds, he began to speak again.

"I ran away at sixteen, you know?"

He turned to look at you, stormy eyes boring down into your own. They were full of so much emotion. All the pain and vulnerablility he was so good at masking was coming to the surface, brought forward on the tides of liquor.

"i just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take them. My parents- well, they were always mad at me about something. What classes I was taking, who I dated, who I was friends with. It just seemed at that point, like all they could do was yell at me."

"That sounds awful," you sympathised.

"It was," he continued. "And the worst part of it was how they pitted me and Regulus against each other, made us compete for their love and attention. Regulus and I didn't speak for years after I left."

"Where did you go?"

He huffed, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "James'."

A sort of fuzzy warmth erupted somewhere in your gut.

"That's nice. It's good that you had someone you trusted so much."

"James is my best mate in the world," Sirius explained. "And his family took me in like I was one of their own. If it wasn't for them... well, I don't know what I would've done."

"He's a wonderful person," you responded fondly. "We're very lucky to know him."

"That we are."

There was a pause and then:

"You're a wonderful person as well, you know? I also feel lucky to know you."

You felt an explosion of heat behind your cheeks, and you had to turn away from him quickly to hide your embarassement. Your heart was pounding in your chest and suddenly your throat was as dry as a desert.

"Come on, I think we should go to bed now.”

You stood abruptly from the couch, grabbing his hand in yours and tugging him up with you. The two of you tiptoed up the stairs, doing your best not to disturb any of your sleeping family.

"Wait! Hold on a second."

You stopped in the doorway of your room, coming face to face with the boy in front of you. He was standing very close, eyes alight with an emotion you couldn't quite describe.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Then he gestured upwards. Following his direction, you looked up to notice a single strand of Mistletoe hanging from the doorframe. You could only guess who put it there.

Then you looked back at Sirius, who had a small smirk painted on his lips. Slowly he began to lean closer towards you.

"We have to do it," he murmered, your lips only centermetres apart. "It's bad luck if we don't."

Then, in an instant, he lunged forwards, pressing his lips to yours. Sparks errupted within you as you kissed him back.

Sirius moved his hands into your hair, lacing them in between thick strands. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the doorway and pressing him up against the wall.

Suddenly, he was reaching towards the hem of your shirt, fingers dancing over the skin of your hip and sneaking up your side. You let him.

Before you knew it, that stupid Christmas Jumper was decorating the bedroom floor.

You grinned against his lips as Sirius pulled you down onto the bed.

--

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[nadinescholtes]

EAPS AU

Laia and Ruin are hanging out. Laia is hugging Ruin’s arm while they watch a movie at the theater.

Ruin: I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a serious matter. Not to break your little heart but it’s better to let you down now or it will hurt much worse later.

Laia: ?

Ruin: I’m really flattered that you have feelings for me, and you are a very sweet and pretty animatronic but I’m not interested in women.

Laia: W-what d-do you mean?

Ruin: I’m sorry my dear, I know it hurts but you will find the right someone someday.

Laia:Ohpfff! *Laughs*.

Ruin: Now I‘m confused! What’s so funny?

Laia: So-sorry for laughing b-but what m-made you think I-I would like you l-like t-that?

Ruin: You have been hanging out with me so often and have been awfully clingy to me for days, not that I’m complaining.

Laia: O-oh! Sorry ab-bout that. I-I have not b-being doing w-well lately. A-and Clips is busy. Hanging out w-with you feels c-comforting.

.… I…see you like y-you as m-my grandp-pa, you know? Sorry…if-if I offend you.

Ruin: As your grandfather you say? Huh…I never thought about being someone’s parent figure or grandparent figure for that matter, to be honest. But I’m kinda fond of that idea.

Laia: R-really? Y-you don’t m-mind? Ruin: Not at all,my dear. Call me grandfather all you wish!

Laia: O-ok… t-thank you, Grandpa Ruru!

Ruin: That works too!

Laia: Also I had a feeling that you’re gay. You have the vibe.

Ruin: Well, my dear, I hope that vibe is so strong that I’m shining rainbows out of my behind!

Laia: Pfff! *giggle*

I might draw something to this, but I’m going to be super busy in the next weeks. 😓 I hope you enjoy this little story.

[harunayuuka2060]

Kid MC: Papa? I'm going to meet Grandpa?

Simeon: Yes. He wants to see you.

Raphael: *walking ahead of them*

Raphael: You seem worried, Simeon.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: No.

Raphael: I've reassured you many times.

Raphael: Father won't do anything.

Simeon: ...

Kid MC: Papa, I'm tired...

Simeon: *chuckles* Here. Papa will carry you. *lifts them up*

Kid MC: *rubbing their eyes, seems to be sleepy*

Raphael: Don't think of heading back. We're already here.

Simeon: I'm not saying anything.

Raphael: But you were about to. I know you, Simeon.

Simeon: Too bad.

Kid MC: Will Grandpa let me sleep?

Raphael: *stern* You should be wide awake when you stood in front of the heavenly father.

Simeon: Raphael.

Raphael: ...

Raphael: Just put them down. Father wants to have a private conversation with them.

Simeon: *hesitates for a moment*

Simeon: ...

Simeon: MC, Papa is waiting for you behind this door. Okay? *smiles*

Kid MC: *smiles* Hm!

Raphael: *opens the door for them*

Raphael: Remember your manners.

Kid MC: *runs into the room*

Raphael: I've just said— *sigh* Nevermind. *closes the door*

Simeon: *his arms crossed* Raphael, I think we should have our conversation elsewhere.

Raphael: What? Are you going to lecture me?

Simeon: I'm glad you know.

Raphael: Simeon, I'm still above you.

Simeon: Why? Are you using that as an excuse?

Simeon: *his face turned serious* I'll teach you how you should act in front of children. Especially to my child.

Kid MC: *looks around* Grandpa?

Kid MC: ...

Theo: I'm here.

Kid MC: Where? I don't see you.

Theo: *chuckles* I'm somewhere in the room. You don't have to look for me. I could see you just fine.

Theo: Instead, Michael will accompany you while he listens to our conversation.

Michael: *appears to their side* Hello~. Still remember me? I'm your Uncle Michael.

Kid MC: Uncle! *goes to hug his leg*

Michael: !!!

Michael: *chuckles* You're quite sweet, young one.

Theo: Michael.

Michael: Yes, father?

Theo: ...

Michael: *smiles to himself* Right.

Michael: MC? Do you know why father have summoned you here?

Kid MC: *shakes their head*

Michael: Well, he has something important to say.

Michael: So you should listen very well and take it to heart.

Simeon: *came back* *expecting MC to come out of the room*

*the door opens*

Kid MC: *slowly walks out of the room*

Simeon: MC? How's your conversation with fathe— *his eyes widened*

Kid MC: *crying* Papa...

Theo: You are a beautiful child, MC.

Kid MC: Thank you, Grandp—

Theo: But not perfect. You have one ugly thing about you.

Theo: Those unsightly horns you have on your head.

Kid MC: What do you mean, Grandpa...?

Theo: Right. You're still young to fully grasp the situation. However, it's best that you understand it sooner.

Theo: MC, you don't belong here.

Kid MC: *has ended up falling asleep in Simeon's arms after crying a lot*

Simeon: *kissing their temple as a way of comforting them*

Simeon: It was Papa's fault. I shouldn't have left your side for even a second.

Kid MC: Papa...

Simeon: ...

Simeon: My child... If they don't want you here, then we'll just have to leave this place.

Mammon: What?! Simeon's coming here?! Why?!

Asmo: What's going on, Lucifer?!

Lucifer: It's for the safety of his child.

Satan: *annoyed* Seriously? We haven't settled yet and there'll be more joining us?

Lucifer: I don't need your opinion on this, Satan. Simeon is still our family.

Satan: Family?? After they banished us?!

Lucifer: *sigh* We'll talk later. *and walks away*

Satan: LUCIFER!!!

Levi: Wow... I understand, Simeon. But isn't it worse here?

Beel: Let's think about that later. We have to make sure Satan isn't going to destroy this room again.

Satan: YOU'RE ALWAYS IGNORING ME!!! I HATE YOU!!! I DESPISE YOU!!!

Mammon: Cool it, man. *sigh* What are we going to do with you when our nibling arrives here?

[athena-studios]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

treasure.

Simon Riley + preteen!daughter

tw: none(?)

a/n: im basically writing what i wanna read. honorary mention to @chaosandmarigolds for giving a bit o' help:) pretty long, don't know how many words but probably around 1k?

this idea has been in my head for AGES now, so glad i finally wrote it💗

Simon's girlfriend died. the 141 knew that. his girlfriend died that night along with the rest of his family. except for his one singular gem that he treasures the most. you, his daughter that the killers that night did not see nor hear because you were at the neighbor's house. that was when you were 5 years old, since then, Simon has done everything in his power to protect you. even as far as not telling anyone but Laswell about you.

you're now 12 years old. having gone through alot already, you're more mature and sassy than most of your peers. which leads you to this situation...

you were on the couch with your laptop open when you hear a knock. you walk to the door and open it to be greeted with three bulky men, one looking seemingly older than the other two.

the one on the middle has a...Fishers hat? he also has a beard, which is, what you assume, makes him appear older. "this dude could be a grandpa..." you thought.

the one to your left has a weird mohawk. yeah, thats all you can say about him. the one on the other side looks more tolerable, but his cap does wanna make you laugh your ass in front of him for it.

"Hi, who are you?" the grandp— the one in the middle asks. "I'm sorry, shouldn't i be asking you that? there are three, large, bulky men on my doorstep. none of which who are familiar to me." you replied, in your sassy voice, ofcourse.

your dad told you not to talk to strangers, they're strangers, aren't they?

"sorry—I'm Johnny, but i prefer to be called soap. this is John and Kyle. now can we know what yer name is, bonnie?" Johnny speaks up. you scoff. "fine. its y/n. y/n riley. that's all I'm telling you. and what the hell kinda name is soap?"

at that, the three of them glance at eachother in both shock and confusion. "what?" you ask. "your last name's Riley?" Gaz asks. "yeah, what about it?" you cross your arms, getting slightly defensive.

behind their back, you see your dad's truck pull up the driveway, the three men in front of you also noticing. you speed-walk to your dad and point to the three men. "Dad, these guys are tryin' to kidnap me." you say nonchalantly. he looks behind you and sees his captain and his two sergeants. "honey, they weren't tryna kidnap you. those guys are my teammates." he says as he walks to the trunk of the car and hands you two grocery bags. "now, bring these inside and I'll talk to 'em. 'kay?" he pats you head as you nod, walking back to the house.

"so, simon. when were ya gon' tell us ye got a daughter?" soap's scottish accent rings out. they glance at simon's balaclava-less face, because they don't usually see him without that damn balaclava, but also because they await a response from him. "to keep her safe...only Laswell knows abou' her. she's the only thing i have left. my treasure." simon clears his throat to ease the silence. "so, why are you guys 'ere anyway?" simon asks.

"i actually came here to ask for advice, and then i saw soap already standing at your door, saying something about a teatime catch-up? but anyway, he called price over, faking that your pipe was broken. and when he came up, we knocked on your door and y/n answered it." as gaz finishes his explanation, you walk back out the door. "so...are you all gonna come in or not? because i didn't stop binge watching heartstopper on netflix for nothing." you say as you chew on a french fry Simon had got for you, per your request.

they all walk in, and take a seat on the couch, Simon quickly preparing drinks for them. as Simon takes a seat next to you, Price speaks up. "so y/n, how old are you?"

"I'm 12." you answer blatantly. "y/n, be nice." your dad whispers to you. "you got any hobbies?" Soap tries to make conversation.

you playfully glare at your dad before answering soap. "i like to play the guitar, i like to paint, and crochet sometimes." you answer again, trying to put a less boring tone to your voice.

it goes like this for a few minutes, everyone just exchanging laughs and conversation. maybe they're not so bad after all...

[gnzma]

@tapuhauko

"Hey-- You do tattoos, right?" They're leaning against the doorframe of Guzma's room. "Was wondering if uh. If you'd give me one? Is that weird? I'll pay and stuff."

…he lifts an eyebrow.

"…ya know I don't use professional shit right? It's literally the dollarstore gun."

He got yelled at when he was caught still using a sanitized needle and ink and nothing else.

"Plus, I mean. Did ya ask your mom or your grandp--

--nah I'm just messin' wit' ya get your ass here I'm preppin the goods."

Dear god he's already grabbing stools and sanitizers and whatnot.

[marsisnotgreen]

Okay, this made me realize how much we need more romances between immortals way past their expiration date and old people in nursing home age

No more of that old immortals x 19 year olds. We need more old immortals x 70 year old grandmas and grandpas

Maturing is realizing your favorite childhood shojou anime is problematic, so now, when you rewatch it, you have to look at every scene with a critical eye and you'll never get to watch every scene in the same context as you did as a kid.

[britt-kageryuu]

A set of clips curated by fans who noticed a thing!

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Purple_Wyvern: Okay, During a stream Shelldon and River would sometimes go into a 'sleep mode' then wake up to say some of the most random things. So we gathered as many clips of this happening. Enjoy!~

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Shelldon went into 'Sleep Mode' for the first time during stream. He lets out a little snore, then jolts awake. "Grampa needs to clear his search history!"

Donnie looks confused, "But he never uses any electronics except the microwave and TV?"

"Tell that to Grandps' Search History!!!"

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Shelldon: The sorting system purged 500 pics of yeti family photos from the inventory!

Donnie: What? What sorting system?!

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River: Wait! I only have two pounds of turtle eggs in my stomach!!

Leo just looks at her in confusion.

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Shelldon: The Firewalls blocked 1000 attempted hacking our systems Dude, it's it's Birthday!!

Donnie: Shelldon when was the last time you checked your grammar protocols?

Shelldon: Never after the rewritten times of awesomeness!!

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Shelldon: Would the VPN stop bragging about their world travel, Not cool Brah!

Donnie: I need to check what it is you do when you enter that mode.

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River: When will the truck come to deliver me to my destiny?

Mikey: Have you been bingeing isekai again?

River: (cutely) Maybe?

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Shelldon: Take two defrag and compress the hardware.

Donnie was just staring at his AI son with concern.

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Shelldon suddenly shoots out of frame screaming, "DON'T TOUCH MY SAVE THE WORLD TEDDY!!!"

"Save the World Teddy? What were you dreaming or doing just now?" Donnie shouts after his Son.

A small bit of chat is seen spamming 'Dreaming?!'

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River jolts out of sleep mode 'wide eyed' and says "The router is threatening to play polka at 3 am."

Leo stops playing to just stare at them. "The router can do that?"

River shakes her head, "What, no! I think some signals got crossed."

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Masterpost

I don't know how great this is, but it was funny in my head.

[molabuddy]

eight hears that craig got dried into jerky but "hes ok dw" in an incredibly cryptic text from captain 3 and then despite panickedly demanding clarification does not hear back from either of them until after side order happens. so in the back of her mind through all of the memverse stuff she's like :( im worried about grandp- i mean captain- i mean mr cuttlefish :( something fucked up happened to him :(

[shinkai14]

JJBA Character random Headcanons part 1

This part will just be focusing on the characters from part 3 and my OC Noriko as an extra and some others.

if you want me to do posts of parent headcanons or couple headcanons (specifically) or have any other headcanon prompt suggestions let me know via the ask box.

Jotaro Kujo

is a big softie towards people he’s close to (for the most part)

Has a tendency to carry Kakyoin almost everywhere during his recovery from his near fatal injury at DIO’s hands and even does so afterwards.

Has a certain look he gets when he’s especially angry.

Understands his dad’s career kept him busy but is still bitter about all of the missed birthdays, holidays and special events and didn’t even bother attempting to tell his dad about his and Kakyoin’s relationship, explain stands or even mention the whole DIO situation.

Is very protective of the people he cares about.

Feels guilty over the horrible injuries his grandfather, Avdol, Polnareff, Iggy and Kakyoin suffered from the whole situation while his injuries were as severe.

spent every night after the fight with Dio by Kakyoin’s hospital bedside to keep him company.

Have a tendency to go on early morning walks.

Despite his usual demeaner he's actually a mama's boy and is far closer with her since she basically raised him on her own.

His mom had to help make his clothes when he started growing since it go progressively harder and harder to find clothes that fit him.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Knows sign language and has started teaching Jotaro sign language.

Taught himself how to care for himself and his sister due to how busy their parents are at work.

Doesn’t have the best relationship with his parents, especially his father and grandmother.

Is surprisingly good at baking.

Is often the one to pick his sister up from school on his own way home from school.

Was originally born in Morioh before him, his parents and newborn sister moved away.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Has a obsession with drinking and trying literally every and any flavor of coffee or cappuccino he can get his hands on, It's gotten so bad He and Avdol have a dedicated cabinet just for them.

Got banned temporarily from using anything but the microwave unsupervised when he somehow started a fire while making mac and cheese.

Is literally just a ball of energy and crashes hard when he’s tired.

Has one hole side of a cabinet in the bathroom for products just for his hair.

Taught Kakyoin, Jotaro and Joseph french.

has a tendency of walking into things.

Is the reason why Avdol constantly carries a first-aid kit.

Has a habit of absentmindedly munching a lot of candy (especially seasonal ones and flavors) to the point they have to be hidden from him.

Muhammad Avdol

Put a lock on a small cabinet in his and Polnareff's home to hide the sweets from Polnareff and the treats for Iggy as well as the peanut butter after the peanut butter incident.

Has made habit of always being aware where Polnareff is at all times after an incident where he wandered off and got lost and it took Avdol three hours to find him because Polnareff forgot to charge his phone.

As a result both consciously and unconsciously Avdol now makes mental notes of where anyone he is with is.

He also caved and bought a child leash to attach to Polnareff because of the other mans habit of aimlessly wandering.

was overly cautious of holding hands or grabbing anything for the first little while after he got his prosthetic hands until he got use to them as he was worried about accidentally hurting his friends or breaking something till he got use to them.

Has the tendency to carry things to cool or warm his prosthetics depending on the weather after he startled himself and Polnareff when the metal of his prosthetics got ice cold and he was helping adjust Polnareff's jacket after Polnareff slipped and busted his ass on ice.

Joseph Joestar

Has a tendency of being loud in the worse situations and often has to be told to quiet down by his family.

Is that grandpa and dad that spoils his kids and grandkids.

Was shocked to find out his grandson who was named after him started dating the grandson of his late friend's Caesar's sister who was also named Caesar.

Has flown a lot around the world especially to visit his daughter Holy and his grandson Jotaro.

Iggy

Has a schedule basically of when to annoy the hell out of Polnareff.

Has learnt how to get into the hefty boxes of dog treats and jars of peanut butter.

Managed to pin the empty peanut butter jar on the floor on Polnareff until Avdol caught him.

Noriko Kakyoin

Has literally no filter and unlike her brother is willing to fight anybody regardless.

Has a cherry addiction like her brother.

Was the only one in the family that believed Kakyoin when he talked about Hierophant Green.

Is far closer with Kakyoin than her and Kakyoin's parents.

She may be short but she is a little ball of rage when mad and is not afraid to kick out someone's shins.

Snuck into the Speedwagon Foundation ran hospital when she heard Kakyoin was there.

Had a good relationship with her cousin Ryoko before everything happened and blames Ryoko for what happened since she believes that if she hadn't wandered off and gotten lost then Kakyoin wouldn't have gone to find her and had encountered DIO.

[mylight-png]

Jewish ethnically but not practising. I don't know what to say and it might just be a voice but I just hope so hard antisemitism doesn't rise up again bc I'm terrified of it happening again and I'm not even out. Those last days have been a nightmare in the news

My parents and grandp have always hidden that identity and I feel sad that I feel I have to hide again.

Love and thoughts to all the community of Jews / religious or ethnic.. 💜💜💜💜💜

Jewish ethnically, culturally, religiously, or in any other way, we are all united. Now and always. Being Jewish is being family. You are family.

We will get through this. We will outlive them. We will survive.

I won't sugarcoat, antisemitism has spiked drastically already. Over 400% according to a source I saw.

This may mean that some people will start tucking their stars of David into their shirts, they may be quiet about their Jewishness. And that's okay. To paraphrase a post I saw, it's not a reflection of our pride, it's a reflection of the times.

However. What we do in private doesn't have to be less. If you've never said shema or modeh ani before, now is the time to start. Find a translation or transliteration online. If you've never kept shabbat and are able to, even for a few hours, do so intentionally, do that.

In a world that wants us to forsake who we are, resist by delving into your cultural heritage, even if that's not something you've ever done before.

Am Yisrael chai 🇮🇱

[marble-pop]

Old ass fossil 😭😭😭 expire already grandps

..and his sister yuuki! I'm gonna use these two 4 a story at some point 4 my " dorami gets sent to nobita instead of doraemon" au so yeah

On a serious note, I had a lot of fun drawing these two. And now to write out their lore