#he can be very close minded when it comes to cultural things or like. humans. but he's doing his best not to let it affect his judgement

[stellarsightz]

Started playing dragon age inquisition once again :]]

This is Alaris (he/him), he prefers two handed weapons & heavy armour. He likes to get things done quickly and with minimal detours (which, let's be honest, is something that da:i is allergic to), values honesty and tends to be very defensive when talking about his clan & family. He was paranoid at first, thinking the inquisition intended to use him as a vessel for their religious propaganda, but was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that they actually treat him like a person lol.

After Alaris gets comfortable with the inner circle, he takes on a sort of an "older brother" role, and is incredibly annoying & stubborn whenever someone is ignoring their health in favour of work (cough cough cullen). He's also a little bitch who doesn't mind getting into arguments and WILL pull the "i am very disappointed" card.

He also started reading a lot of books about politics, definitely not because he wanted to talk more with a certain ambassador...

[matteglaze]

Thinking about, tired fisherman! Aizawa and Shark! Reader

Aizawa has always been a great fisherman, almost abnormally so, with large catches and even larger fish. Others always ask him, how does he do it? Though, he never entertains it.

In, comes you, you make sure to follow Aizawa around— because it seems like he knows all the spots with the most plump fish. You end up turning it into a graveyard once he's left, eating everything in your wake.

Now, whenever Aizawa returns to his usual spots he's cursed to be in a drought. There's no more fish, and no fish means no money, no money means no food on his plate.

He spends hours at a time just waiting for something to hook onto his line, waiting and waiting, and when nothing happens he comes back the next day to do it again.

You take pity on him, of course you do, and decide to 'help' him out.

This leads to a series of strange events.

When Aizawa first finds out that you're some sort of mermaid— "No mermaid, shark" (you always correct him)— he thinks he's going insane.

But I also feel like he gets somewhat used to the idea (it's still very strange). You then express that you've always had an interest in humans, and Aizawa learns that you've managed to learn his language by spying on other fishermen's conversations.

(At least that explains your odd dialogue)

"Shouta, got any on ya fish, fella?"

Though, the order of your words could use work. It's why he suggests that, if you can help him out with fishing, he can help you out with learning more about humans (since you seem to harbour a strange fascination with them).

At first, you deny his offer. Mostly because in your culture, it's a courting ritual to provide for the one you want to mate, and then they offer you something back as well.

And, you aren't that interested in Shouta. If you wanted to court a man, you'd choose the one with a large boat, that likes to sing to songs on the radio and tease Shouta.

Why would you go after Aizawa? He seems to be the weakest of his kind. Small boat, quiet, and you could easily eat him.

But with the more time you spend with Aizawa,, the more you start to like him.

So you agree, and Aizawa thinks nothing of it (maybe you just had a change of mind), but then this starts the series of you courting him.

You offer him big fish, almost too large for his boat, and many gems as well, all of which he ends up selling.

It isn't until you're both inside of a desolate cave, him sitting on the edge with his feet in, and you in the water.

You bring your hands up to his legs, and he jerks away.

".. What are you doing"

You almost seem bashful when you turn your head to the side, hands still hung up as if they're frozen in time.

"Will bring big fish if you let" you murmur.

Aizawa knows better now than to fall for your shy act, but he's been curious about you, too.

"I'd like to see.. your, uh, tail" was that a normal thing to ask? It wasn't, like, offensive right? I mean, you asked to feel his legs— so it can't be that weird..

Instead, it seems like you preen at the idea, puffing out your chest proudly. It was always a positive sign when future mates showed interest, and once he gets a look at the scars littering your tail, he'd practically be in awe at your pure, sheer strength!

It doesn't take much for you to lift yourself above the water, finding a spot next to him as you run your fingers across his legs, toying with the hair that grows and playing around with his knee.

"Good catch" you say.

Aizawa looks anywhere but you, and once it's his turn to explore your tail he just looks— far too in his head to touch the skin.

It goes on like this for a few weeks, you bringing him fish, he explains basic concepts of human behaviour and sometimes even brings you fruit or home cooked meals.

"I like when you provide food, mate"

And Shouta startles, eyes wide and mouth shut closed.

You didn't mean it like that, he rationalizes, you probably meant it in a friendly way—

So why can't he stop thinking about it?

ummm am I writing a longshot based off of this? noooo....

I'm very excited for this year's mermay fics !!

[t-a-a-1]

Please homie! I get the delicous tears that come from readers but please I just want reader and Optimus have a pure fluff warm moment (aannd maybe add a sparkling too only if you want) your writings have brought me to more tears that I can count!

Mine

Summary: Optimus kisses you.

TFA Optimus x Reader

Fluff, kissing, idk.

2.5k words

The base is silent. 

Not for any particular reason. Everyone was too focused on their own duties to notice anything strange. 

You specially, were trying your hardest to concentrate on work. Your computer is in front of you, yet you haven’t been able to write a single sentence.  Maybe because your mind was too busy thinking about what happened yesterday. 

Optimus Prime kissed you. 

You could tell he didn't know what was doing. Cybertronians probably don’t kiss. But he tries his best. It was awkward and cold but you didn’t expect it to be otherwise. Not like you expected something at all. 

“(Reader), have you seen Opti–”

“No!”

You turn, only to find Bumblebee at your side. Although he is the smallest of the Autobots, he is still way bigger than you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you’ve seen Optimus,” Bumblebee says. “I haven’t seen him all day and he was supposed to take Sari and I to –”

“Why do you smell like BossBot?”

Although you couldn’t see yourself, you know that your cheeks must be pink by now. You know by the warmth you feel in your cheeks. 

“Wait … You can smell him on me?”

Instead of being embarrassed, now you have a lot of questions. The two of you had shared a simple kiss. Even took a shower afterwards. There shouldn’t be a trace of him on you. 

“Yes but I shouldn’t be too unless–”

Bumblebee gets closer to you, a haughty smile plastered on his faceplate.

“Did anything happen between you and Optimus?”

You close your laptop and stand up from your seat. You laugh nervously. Trying to pick up your items, you start to drop them. Your pencils, keys, papers. A complete mess. Before you could say anything, you took a deep breath. You were overthinking things. It was probably a mistake. It had to be. Afterall, why would the Optimus Prime ever be interested in an organic?

“No, nothing happened.”

You turn around and smile at Bumblebee, your previous nervousness suddenly gone. 

“My car needs an oil change, I’ll be heading out to Alex’s place. Don’t wait for me tonight.”

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Optimus didn’t want to go back to base. He went for a very long patrol. To clear his processor from what he did the previous night. 

He kissed you. Or at least he tried to.

It was a beautiful moment. He never imagined he would get to experience something like that, especially with you. He loved every second of it. But …

There is one thing he regrets. 

And that was kissing you without asking you first for your permission. 

He thought that you reciprocate his feelings.  Why wouldn’t you? If you held his hand once. When you listen to him and gift him things he likes? When you laugh around him and enjoy the night rides.  

But now he realizes that the things that may be reserved for romantic partners in Cybertronian culture, may be, in fact, common things in human society. 

And now he is ashamed of himself. For even thinking that he could have a chance. 

“It isn’t like you to get this late.”

Ratchet usually stays up to work on a few gadgets. Although Optimus has told him time and time again to re-charge properly and rest, Ratchet always seems to deny his request. 

“Did something happen?”

The question came out of genuine curiosity rather than him already knowing something. Optimus approaches his work station, trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake anyone up. 

The base is quiet, which Optimus expected. Yet, he can’t register your scent which was strange because you usually like to spend time on the elevated floor in the main room before going back to your quarters. 

“No, why are you asking?”

Optimus asks, his optics looking around, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. 

“You seem … distracted,” Ratchet keeps working as he looks at Optimus whos words contradict his actions. 

“(Reader) has not returned yet. From what Bumblebee told me, she get with Alex to get her oil car changed.”

Ratchet is not an idiot. He has seen the growing bond between you and Optimus from afar. He knew of Optimus’ … peculiar interest in you. From that day when you held his hand without knowing the meaning of your actions. He remembers telling Optimus to not think too much about it, that humans were different when it came to touch. 

And although Optimus knew that, he … started to become delusional. Kindal of. That bot was in love but it took him a long time to realize it. His feelings suppressed and now maybe, he had reached a final point. 

“I don’t care,” he says. “I am going to re-charge.”

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He lied. 

Of course he wasn’t going to re-charge. He was going to wait for you. Why? Well, he wasn’t sure. 

Was it because the guilt of kissing you without permission haunted him? Because he needs your forgiveness right this moment and won’t be able to function without it? Or because he wants answers as to why you preferred the company of another right after the intimate counter the two of you shared?

Maybe.

He hears a metal door open. 

The rooftop of the base wasn’t a pretty one. It was worn out and the view wasn’t one to admire either. It couldn’t be anything less expected from Detroit. It was ugly, yet this had become a shared space. There were many times the two of you had spent here. Just under the stars, graffiti walls, a pack of cigarettes and a barrel of oil for the Prime who would only drink in your presence. 

At first it wasn’t like that. 

He was too stiff, saying “I can’t drink in front of a lady.”

But with time, he opened up to you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, goodnight.”

You were about to leave but his voice stopped you. 

“No, stay. Please, I need to talk to you.”

You sighed and turned around, walking with hesitation towards him. The only thing you wanted was to smoke a cig after a long day but Optimus had other plans. You wanted to pretend like nothing had occurred the night before. To just smile and simply greet  him like you usually do so as to not make things awkward. 

“Did something happen–”

“Why are you wearing his clothes?”

Your smile quickly drops. It surprised you that Optimus knew what Alex’s clothes looked like. However, you remember that the Autobots have a stronger sense of smell and he probably just recognized his smell. Maybe he was just curious and there wasn’t any deeper meaning behind it. 

“Oh, I was helping Alex with changing my car’s oil and just my clothes got dirty.”

“... I see.”

Optimus looks away and he pretends to be focused on the scenery in front of him. There wasn’t much to look at. It was Detroit after all, there was only buildings and pollution. You knew him better than this. Optimus likes to look at the sky when he is thinking. He looks at the city when he is bothered. 

“Everything alright?’ you ask as you approach him. It's easier to get closer to him when he is mass-displaced. Even when he is still standing at 7 feet tall. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t  things be alright?” he asked, annoyed. 

“You seemed bothered.”

“Well, I am not.”

“Alright then, I’ll go to sleep–” you turn around, ready to leave him alone until he speaks again. 

“I just think it's interesting that you will go see another male after … what we shared.”

“Oh that,” you had two options. Be honest and admit that you have feelings for him. Or pretend that it didn’t bother you and you didn’t care.  “I didn’t like it.”

“What?” he looks at you, indignant. 

“Look, I don’t know what kind of sick game you are playing,” you make small pauses in between words to stop your voice from cracking.  “But I have feelings too, you know? So don't do things you don’t mean.”

Optimus looks at you and knows from the get go that you want to say more. Maybe you want to say that you hate him. That you find his feelings for you to be disgusting and that you wish to never speak to him again. 

And he deserved it. All of it. 

“I–” he can’t look at you, too ashamed of himself.  “You are right. I should have considered your feelings before … doing what I did and I should have asked instead of just taking it. It’s just that I didn’t know if that was right. I was trying to study human culture and their courting practices by watching movies and male always kisses the female without asking so I thought that was right and–”

When he gets nervous he speaks too much. And he finds himself speechless whenever he finds your eyes looking at him. 

“I apologize,” he finalizes, defeated. Resigned. “But now that your feelings are clear, I will keep my desires to myself. I will no longer burden you.”

He turns his faceplate the other way, his heart broken and sensible. Optimus didn’t want to say anything else. But his enstril detected smells that he wasn’t fond of. Alex’s smell and yours combined disgusted him and his good mood was completely destroyed. 

“You may keep indulging yourself with whatever mindless activities humans get involved with.”

On the other hand, you didn’t like the tone of his voice. Although his apologize sounded sincere, the other comment was rude and probably  trying to hide something else. What exactly? You didn’t care at the moment. 

“Did you just call me stupid?”

“For a journalist, you can’t read between the lines uh?”

You put your hands on your hips and try to look at his optics although he is avoidant. 

“And, for someone who has lived for millions of years, you don’t even kiss well.”

“Well, maybe if I were an ugly organic like you, I would kiss better!”

He finally turns to look at you, his faceplate getting closer to yours. 

“Oh yes, I am so ugly but you had your glossa down my throat!” 

Unconsciously, you always began to get closer to him. 

“I can’t believe my processor craves for you more than life! I have gone truly mad!”

“AND YOU ARE A–  Wait, what?”

You didn’t believe your ears. And you find yourself surprised that you find his closeness so comforting. 

“What did you say?”

“I won’t say it again so you can mock me,” he takes a few steps back and stops looking at you. He then emits what you can conclude as a sad beep.  “I am done trying to court you.”

“...Court me?” you ask him in disbelief. “You were trying to court me?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed, I’ve tried to stay by your side every second I can,” he says.  “I worry when you are not near, my optics can only look at you, I write about you every night and the moon knows your name–”

Optimus looks at you. Your head tilted, lips parted and a confused expression on your face. 

“...You didn’t know?”  he asks and he gets closer. “You really didn’t know?”

“Well, I noticed but I just thought, I don’t know, that I was being delusional,” you put a hand in your chest, still in disbelief and your heart beating faster. “That there was no way that the great Optimus Prime could ever like, well, me.”

“But I- I thought that–” he ex-vents and puts a servo on his faceplate.  “Ugh, I am an idiot.”

“We are idiots.”

“So does that mean that you …” 

He removes his servo from his face and looks at you for a second. He notices that you are looking at the streets of Detroit. You stand close to him. 

“Yes,” you say. 

“Since when?”

“I don’t really have a specific date, I just remember one time I was at the office and I was bored and I started sketching you in my notebook,” you remember the memory clearly and the feeling of realization. That day you avoided him for a week. “And that’s when I realized I was doomed.”

“Doomed?!

“I’ve never had the best romantic experiences,” you tell him, finding his expression rather comical. “What about you?”

“Ehh, I found myself thinking about you while looking at the moon.”

“I see,” you noticed a faint blue on his faceplate.  “What should we do now?”

The two of you look away but then your eyes meet his blue optics. It was a few seconds. But that’s all it took for you to jump into his arms and he kneeled, just to pick you up.

You wrapped your arms around his helm and your lips naturally fit on his. You feel his servos go under the oversize shirt, exploring the softness of your back. 

His lips were cold, but you didn’t care. Nor when his glossa made his way into your mouth, wanting to taste more of you. Showing his desire for you, trying to pull you closer as his vents got louder. His engines let you know his untold feelings. Loud and clear. 

He wanted you, more than you’ll ever know. Your small body against him, your soft skin. How with each touch, he gained a soft moan from you. Optimus was scared of wanting you so much. He didn’t know if he was deserving but it feels right. All of it. From the way you caress his helm to the way your lips touch his. 

Primus, please, may this not be a dream and if it is, may the gods protect whoever dares to wake him up. 

Let this last forever, may the universe allow him to be yours for the rest of eternity. 

Before he could drown in your being any further, you pull away. Breathless, pink cheeks and lips.

“Was that alright?”

Optimus asks, with concern in his voice. He gains a smile from you. 

“It’s ok, I can teach you,” you caress his faceplate, once cold it's now warm. “And you have a lot of time to learn.”

“But can you take this off?” Optimus pulls from Alex’s shirt, desperate for the garment to be off your body.  “I really don’t like it.”

“So you are jealous?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I am just a big bot,” his insecurities slowly start to show.  “I, well, I don’t have much to offer.”

“You are mine,” you say, smiling at him gently and he feels blessed to be the reason for that smile.  “And that’s all that matters to me.”

Optimus puts his servos on your cheek and carefully cups them. He kisses your forehead before capturing your lips once again. This time it was a gentle, pure and blissful kiss. Showing you, the vast and endless love he has for you. Just a fraction of it. Oh, how much he adores you. Would you ever know how much his spark calls your name? Maybe not. But that won’t stop him from trying with every kiss he gives you. 

“And that’s all I want to be.”

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A/N: As I was writing this, I forgot to add the sparkling! Dammit, I guess I am gonna have to write another chapter for this where Reader and Op find a sparkling and care for them ... may be.

I wasn’t completely satisfied with how this came out, maybe because I am not used to writing fluff without there being a whole context bur regardless this was fun to write! See it as a preview for my other fic “more than meets the eye” which i haven’t updated but I will soon. 

Thank you for reading!

[catsushinyakajima]

team voltron and aspects of alienation

I've seen aspects of "not-belonging" in analyses of Lance and Keith's characters and I'd like to shed light on how it's a sentiment that's very well nestled in every member of Voltron.

Starting off with the alienation (ha, get it) that is most flesh out in canon, we have Keith. From the very beginning the show, Voltron is divided into three factions: the Alteans, the Garrison trio, and Keith and Shiro. Keith has trouble mingling with the trio due to Lance's harsh front towards him, and has slight trouble mingling with the alteans due to cultural divisions and difference in views. Then he finds out he's half-Galran and Shiro is removed from the equation, which removes him further from the team. He gains a sense of disconnect from the team due to his heritage, his lack of bonds, and his belief that he's a failure of a leader.

Lance's disassociation from the team is more subtle. It comes from his views of inferiority and the idea that he doesn't contribute to Voltron. Unlike Keith, his sense of alienation comes more from what he does rather than who he is. He doesn't believe himself to be skilled enough, and when he throws himself into gaining skill, he finds that he's not achieving enough. He finds himself becoming more and more irrelevant as time passes, as if he is blending into the background.

The divide between Allura and the team is a storyline that we were robbed of. It's so plainly laid out for the writers to pursue- the cultural differences between Alteans and humans, the unity the humans feel towards each other that they extend to her in friendship to no avail, as she doesn't understand it. The other paladins will not know the part of the war that she knows. They will not know the loss she knows.

Perhaps she finds comfort in Coran. But even the split between her and Coran may grow as she becomes a paladin and he remains support for Voltron. They're still close and they still care for each other, but the way you fight in a war, the things you see, they can define and shape you. War looks different from different angles. Coran has never been in a pilots seat. Hes never been in the mind meld. And he doesn't need to do these things to have a bond with the people he cares about, but he still may feel the distance in his mind.

Hunk's sense of isolation from the team was also something we were robbed of, but were were also robbed of everything when it comes to Hunk. There is a huge difference in drive and fight when it comes to Hunk versus the rest of the paladins. He is unable to throw himself so deeply into the fight it just- it scares him! And I'm sure it scares everyone else too, but can Hunk see that? He sees the way everyone else stands tall and fights and goes into battle and training every single day, and he doesn't feel made for that. He doesn't want to do that. And it makes him feel guilty for not having the "passion" everyone else does even though his heart is in his actions, but at the same time he constantly feels sick.

Shiro is someone who has been both physically and emotionally distanced from Voltron. His kidnappings have shaped and transformed him- but it's not only that he's changed, Voltron has changed while he's gone too. Shiro has left and come back to an entirely different team filled with people who have changed so much because that's what war does, it changes you. There are months of Pidge, Hunk, Lance, Allura, and Coran that he's missed and years of Keith that he's missed. And they'll welcome him with open arms, but it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't feel like he knows them as well as they know each other.

Lastly, there's Pidge. Pidge is a fundamental anchor of Voltron as she produces so much technology to aid the war effort. She throws herself into her work so much that it consumes her, and this ends up eating away at her connections a little bit. There's also the fact that the technological battle she's fighting to combat Galran interfaces and invention rates is a fight that the rest of the team aren't exactly a part of. They can support her, but ultimately it is only she that can do the work she does. This puts a lot of pressure on her and compels her to do even more. She spends so much time working that she misses so much with the others.

The point I'm trying to make is not that Voltron isn't close or that they aren't a family, but that they themselves might not feel close to the team they love. And it's not a sense of isolation felt by one or two members, but instead by all of them equally. I think that dreamworks could've really worked with this dynamic to show the fact that war can make people grow apart (opposite to how a lot of media shows war bringing people together; both are themes that can be explored). Dreamworks could've also taken this opportunity to let the characters grow as individuals and then come together as an even stronger team.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

One of Those Days

poly!mikaelsons x reader | request

summary: between the constant fighting and city clamor, you're overstimulated from the minute you wake up. you try to isolate until you feel better, but sometimes, that only makes things worse. luckily, your loving vampire partners are always there for you.

tags: sensory issues, mental health, overstimulation, arguing, mild emotional hurt / comfort

word count: ~2.6k

a/n: requested by @asexualaromosafezone - i am SO SORRY this took me literal months to complete. a couple days ago, i suddenly remembered i never filled it and finished it asap. i hope you like it, and again, so many apologies!

Sometimes, you wake up, and can immediately tell it’ll be a hard day. The sun has barely risen, yet there’s already a million noises coming through your window. Chatters of people having their morning walks, car horns from those too impatient to let them cross, the distant clang of a dropped pot, and-

“REBEKAHHH!”

-Klaus, yelling for his sister. At seven in the morning. 

“What the bloody hell are you shouting for?! I’m right here!”

You sigh, glad that mystery solved quickly.

There’s probably a few more minutes until your alarm rings, so instead of getting up a little earlier, you opt to enjoy your last minutes of peace. Though you soon realize that’s impossible, given your circumstances. On top of the city sounds, there’s a bird right outside your window, and when you try to turn away from it, the tag on your blanket itches the inside of your thigh. 

“Ugh!” You toss the blanket off. 

Your alarm sounds not a second later. 

With a slap to your phone and then another to your forehead, you decide to just get ready for the day. Luckily, not much is planned. Marcel still has control over the city, and with you being human, your Mikaelson hosts don’t want you outside at all. 

See, you live with the family of original vampires. You used to be a Mystic Falls’ resident, but then after developing a close connection with the siblings, decided to move to New Orleans with them and get a fresh start. You were tired of the small town life, and while the big city can be overwhelming at times, you’ll never get sick of the culture it has to offer. Besides, living with the most powerful family makes you happier than you ever believed you could be. 

As much as you love them, though, they can be a pain. Like when Klaus can’t find his sister, but forgets a whisper would summon her just as effectively. Instead, he has to wake up the whole quarter, and inconvenience you with a headache. When you reach the dining room that day, you slump your head on the table. 

“Everything alright, darling?” Kol’s voice floats over your head, making you aware of his presence. 

“Tired.”

“Is your bed comfortable enough? Do you need more blankets?”

You haven’t been in the city long, and his consideration warms your heart. 

“Oh, I’m okay. I’m very comfy. Just haven’t gotten used to the city yet.”

“Ah, I understand.”

His attention drifts to his sister. You busy yourself with a plate of food and ignore how tired you feel. When Elijah sits beside you, you offer a smile, but don’t say anything. The man, polite as ever, does the same. Though while two of the siblings are quiet, the other two aren’t. Klaus and Rebekah are still on the same topic from earlier. They bounce off each other quickly, childish banter turning into an argument.

You try to eat in peace and ignore them, but it’s difficult. And it doesn’t help that you’ve been feeling down lately, anyway. It’s rather unexplainable, the way you feel. Some days you’d rather stay in bed all day than face the world. Your whole body could be begging for you to get up and get things done, but you just can’t. No matter how hard you fight your own mind, sometimes there’s no winning the raging war. 

To make matters worse, you’re always hypersensitive when you find yourself in these low moods. Every little thing is overstimulating and there’s no pause button. This morning, you didn’t even get a chance to wake up before the sounds started. (Thanks, Klaus.) You roll your eyes in your head, annoyed. 

“Hey.” A poke to your shoulder startles you, making you jump. “You okay?” 

“Ooh, you caught me off guard.”

“Sorry,” Kol smiles, “you in deep thought, or rolling your eyes at Klaus’ statement?”

“Uh…” You bite your lip. You were rolling your eyes about Klaus, but missed whatever statement it was that he just made. “What did he say?”

“That he was on his way to have a little chat with Marcel. That will go swimmingly.”

“Oh.” You snort and decide to joke. “Both.”

Kol grins at you, but then, thankfully, leaves you alone again. 

After breakfast, you retreat back into your room, not in the mood to face the day. If Klaus is really going to start shit with Marcel, it’ll be an intense day. You’ve never met the current king of the French Quarter, but Elijah’s told stories. Marcel and the family used to be close, but then, like all their other relationships, ties ended drastically. 

“But not with you, of course,” he had promised. “You’re our girl.”

You were skeptical for a moment. Who wouldn’t be, knowing the Mikaelsons? But then Klaus approached you from behind with a kiss to your hair and confirmed his brother’s words,

“As long as we have your loyalty, you’ll always have ours.”

You could see the truth in his statement. Everyone who ended up on their bad side had betrayed them in some way. So, as long as you didn’t repeat others’ mistakes; as long as you kept your trust in the family, you would be considered family. And ever since the day you first grew close, you have been their family. 

You’re close with all of the siblings. Elijah, first, when you couldn’t take your eyes off him at Damon’s dinner party. Then Rebekah, and then Kol, when he undaggered. Even Finn, before his untimely death - thanks to Matt, your good friend now worst enemy. Klaus took the longest to trust you, and you can’t blame him for having trust issues, but once he realized how much his siblings adored you, he was quick to accept your place with them. 

Now, the five of you live together, nine hundred miles from your hometown. It’s certainly a change, but every day with them is an adventure.

Like today, you suddenly think, overhearing Elijah’s footsteps in the hallway. Today has definitely been one of those days. 

“Y/N?” He stops outside your door.

“Mhm?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Elijah opens the door, but doesn’t fully enter your room. He looks you up and down before smiling. “I just thought you seemed sad earlier and wanted to check on you. Is everything okay?”

“Oh!” You put on a brave face to mask the tiredness you feel internally. “Yeah, I’m just out of sorts today. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because if someone’s bothering you, that’s something we can take care of.”

“No, no, I promise. It’s all just me. Just having a day.”

“You’re positive?” He asks for confirmation again.

“Have I ever lied to you, ‘Lijah?”

He looks down at his shoes, embarrassed. “No, you haven’t. I apologize for doubting you.”

“It’s okay,” you step closer to him, resting against the door frame. “No need to apologize. But I swear, I just… woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something. New Orleans is a loud city. I’m still adjusting.”

“Okay. Well, call if you need anything. Even the smallest thing.”

“I will.”

“Oh, and be careful in the off-chance that Marcel storms in here. There’s a fight brewing in the quarter.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Better yet, stay inside for the day. So you’re not in harm’s way at all.”

“Okay, ‘Lijah.”

He smiles at you, then kisses your hand. “Now, I need to neutralize my brother. But I needed to make sure our girl was okay first.”

“She’s okay. Go deal with him.”

Elijah straightens his collar before speeding off to no doubt defend his brother in a fight. You love Klaus, but man, does he get angry. And then from anger, comes pure rage, then absolute chaos. Once situations escalate that far, the whole block better hide if they want to keep their hearts in their chest. 

You sigh, thinking of the carnage that may come. You’re not sure you can deal with his anger issues today, especially not coupled with those of Marcel. Of all the days they have to fight, it’s the one that you might snap, too, if he raises his voice one more time. 

Suddenly, your bed looks like the perfect oasis away from the mess behind your door. A good pillow over the ears might prevent an impending meltdown. You crawl into it at once and let your body melt into the mattress. 

You hadn’t lied to Elijah, though you hadn’t given him the full truth, either. Yes, you are, in general, okay. Not necessarily today, but at that moment, you were. Also yes, you’re not feeling great today, partly because of all the city noise. And, finally, yes, most of it is just you and your body not in the mood to be awake. Though Klaus is contributing, just a little bit, to your mental distress today. Elijah would understand, of course, but then he’d have a talk with his brother about it, and you really didn’t want to burden either of them in that way, so you put on a smile and didn’t mention it. You’d bet Elijah knows the full truth, and knows why you won’t admit it, but he respects you if you don’t want to talk about it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much. 

You get a couple hours of rest until your slumber is interrupted by a new knock on your door. It’s not soft, like Elijah’s, so it must be one of the younger two. 

“Oh no,” you mutter, wondering what it must be now.

“Y/N?” Rebekah’s voice comes from the other side. “Are you awake?”

“I am now.” 

She opens the door as you reply. “Oh what the bloody hell are you still doing in bed?”

“Sleeping.”

“Obviously! Come watch a movie with Kol and I! We’d love your company.”

“An actual movie, or the public display of violence happening outside in the quarter?”

“We haven’t decided yet!” She grabs your hand. “Come on!”

You yawn. “I’m gonna pass today, I’m not up for it.”

“Awh, Y/N! It won’t be as fun without you!”

“I have a headache, Bex,” you fib. 

“Do you want some blood for that?”

“Does that even work like that?”

She shrugs, “not sure.”

You cuddle into your pillow. “Another time, okay?”

The girl smiles, then leans forward to kiss your head. “Okay. If you change your mind, come find us.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Dinner’s at seven. Will you be there?”

“Yeah,” you promise, “I should be better by then.”

You are not, in fact, better by then. If anything, your foul mood progressed into an actual headache within thirty minutes of Rebekah leaving. Shouts throughout the city managed to penetrate the thin glass of your windows, and you could hear almost everything as Klaus heckled the current king. For hours, it went on, until the sun went down and they assumedly put it off for another day. By seven o’clock, you were able to sneak in another nap, but you still felt way overstimulated from the day’s events. 

Not to mention the fact that you spent all day in bed. Sometimes, you’re overstimulated by too much going on, but today you partly did it to yourself by hiding away all day. The guilt of avoiding everyone weighs on your chest. Rebekah had invited you to a movie; Elijah went out of his way to check up on you, and you had more or less dismissed them both. A bitter taste sits in your mouth when you think about it. Water doesn’t wash it out.

Hopefully dinner will. 

For the first ten minutes, the night passes peacefully. Most of the conversation is focused between the meal and the movie the two had watched. The events of the day, seemingly, are left in the past.

But then, of course, Kol has to make a comment on something he overheard that he thought was funny. And that set Klaus off into a spewing of anger. He’s pissed at Marcel, but now, also, at Kol for bringing it up. Elijah puts his face in his hands, and Rebekah sends both a huge eye roll. 

What was a moment of much-appreciated silence is now a yelling match. After five minutes, you reach your breaking point. 

“Why do you feel the need to comment on that, Kol? It was so insignificant, but you’ve felt the need to bring it up, and now I’m reminded of how much Marcel has done to piss me off!”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, bloody hell! I thought it was funny!”

“It wasn’t funny to me when he was spitting in my face! I-”

“Oh my god! Are you ever not arguing?!” You suddenly shout. 

The table goes silent and all eyes are on you. A needle could be dropped and it would be heard across the quarter. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize quickly, embarrassed.

“Love,” Elijah puts a hand on your shoulder, “are you alright?”

At his touch, you flinch. He retracts his hand quickly, but doesn’t move his body away from its proximity to yours. 

Klaus, although upset at the interruption, notices this and calms a little. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“That little outburst didn’t sound like nothing.”

“I’m just stressed.”

“Darling, what’s got you all upset? Tell us and we’ll sort it out now.”

“It’s no one, Kol, I’m just not feeling well.”

“Still have a headache, sweetheart?” Rebekah asks. 

“You have a headache?” Klaus butts in. 

The assortment of questions makes you drop your head. It nearly hits the table, but Elijah grabs your frame before you can fall. Tears form in your eyes, visibly. 

“I’m just really overstimulated today. I woke up weird and this city is loud, and then there was all the fighting all day long, and then I hid in my room all day, but then I felt bad about hiding, and now I’m making you all worried because I can’t get my shit under control!”

“And that’s your fault, how?” Elijah asks, “you cannot blame yourself for the way you feel.”

“But I need to handle my emotions better. I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary, love,” Klaus adds, “I certainly haven’t helped, fighting with children all day.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah warns, but Klaus doesn’t argue with him this time. 

“I should’ve stayed with you when you said you had a headache.”

“Don’t blame yourself either, Bex. It’s not your fault.”

“But we could’ve cuddled,” she frowns.

“It’s okay. I got a nap, and it helped a little. I just need to get used to my life being different now. None of you are at fault.”

“Nor are you,” the eldest reminds, “it’s been quite a day for us all.”

Kol clears his throat, “say, after dinner, if you feel up to it, we could all watch a movie and cuddle around you? I think some comfort is much needed.”

“Sure,” you agree, “but I might fall asleep during it.”

“That’s quite alright,” he smiles. He then stands up to hug you, but when his arms wrap around your neck, you freeze.

“Not yet, please. I’m still a bit stressed.”

He gives you a wink. “Of course, darling. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Klaus flicks his napkin across the table. He’s folded it into the shape of a heart. “We love you. You know that, right?”

You take the heart, kiss it, and put it in your pocket. “I do. I love you all, too. Thanks for understanding.”

[sunrisecaminus]

Can you do an Airachnid x (human) fem! reader (this silly little human is enamored by this giant spider alien robot that could potentially kill her)

Message - This is adorable, but so funny! I enjoyed making this one and that is saying something, because I thought I didn't like this spider lady. Probably because of what happened to Arcee, but I guess I can just ignore the red flags. I might be a small fan of the spider lady now :3

Airachnid x Arachnologist Reader SFW

Summary - Airachnid finally feels something, but she never expected it to be for a creature like this human they kidnapped.

Warnings - Spiders?

Being kidnapped was not great, but boy did it give you some fascinating things to look at. Being known as a boring insect scientist in the City of Jasper, not much goes on except you going around and writing in your journal on what spiders you come across. One of the more common spiders you studies in Nevada was the wolf spider, as it was everywhere around the desert. You found one of the more rare spiders that live in Jasper, a Western Desert Tarantula to be exact, when you found the Decepticon fighting. All your friends tell you not to go too far in the middle of no where, but you couldn't help it when the cool spiders don't want to be near humans!

It wasn't too fun on the alien ship, though sometimes insects get inside and they need your help to catch them. Knockout hates spiders to his very core and doesn't want them near his tools so when he can find one, he calls you. Soundwave understands your fascinations and helped you meet Airachnid when she was talking to Megatron. That was when the ship got interesting. Megatron has never seen a human get so interested in one of his soldiers so much that he had to force her on long missions so you wouldn't ask her fifty questions about her culture. Airachnid was being cocky at first about it, she knows how hot she was and thinks you are looking at her because how sexy she was. She figures out that you were mostly just interested in her beast form and what she likes to eat and that made her very confused yet intrigued by your presence. You have explained to her how you studied spiders back on earth and how cool it was to see an alien look and act just like the ones they use to study. Airachnid lets you sketch her sometimes when she is bored and has grown a bit attached to you as a friend from all the things you both do together.

You were recently emailed about a new spider species that came out and so you were very busy writing in your journal, going on skype calls with other scientists to help theorize with each other while watching the very few videos you have with the small arachnid. You close your computer and continue to work on your journal, when you feel a giant claw snatch you up from behind. "Oh!" You yelp from the sudden touch and look to see Airachnid holding you in front of her face. "Hi Airachnid! You doing ok?" The smile you gave her while relaxing in her grip made her a bit annoyed. She has been trying to scare you for a week now and hasn't stopped. She knew you were only scared because you thought it was Starscream. "Y/n I don't like your tone. At least try to act scared." She huffs and puts you down back where you were. "My bad, hold on." You clear your throat and start to scream, but Airachnid glared at you and put a finger against your lips to shut up. "Never mind!" Both of you giggle from the little fun interaction as the ship lands for maintenance. "Alright, I need to go for a few days, I will see you when I get back." Airachnid steps away, but than feels your tiny body cling onto her foot. "Wait! What if I came with you? I can set up a tent near your ship and be able to go on my own adventures again!" She thinks about it, this would be risky if she said yes. First of all, Megatron specifically wants to keep you here so you wouldn't run off. Second, there would be Autobots and Decepticons walking around, who knows who could find you and try to take you away from her. She has taken you as a cute pet, and no one would want to know what would happen if they accidentally took one of her favorite little toys. "Mmmmmmm alright fine, but if you hear anybody around, you go hide on the ship or somewhere tight ok?"

…

It has been 48 hours since you guys landed in a good area to scout and relax. You have been doing nothing but sketch and follow Airachnid around like a good human. She watches you catch and release so many spiders that she gets curious on what kind of spider she would be seen as. Would she just be seen to humans as an alien spider or would they put her down to being a specific spider? Humans were very interesting to her, but she never wanted to tell you something that has been bugging her. Sense day one, she planned on killing you and displaying your head as a trophy like she does with the rest of the other species. She tries to make excuses with herself on why she hasn't killed you yet, but the excuses were dumb. She tells herself "Megatron would kill me", but Airachnid has killed people before when Megatron tells her not to, she doesn't care about his word. How about the excuse "Humans aren't really an extinct species, it would be a waste to kill them.". but that one was dumb as well when she tried to kill Jack that one time. Everything was crumbling down around her in her head, she hated caring about you. Yes, Airachnid always will think Cybertronians are a superior species; Nothing will change her arrogant views on seeing humans as a pet species…but she did still look at you like you were like the rest of the humans. When she tries to ask herself why, her processor just goes blank. It has been eating inside her for so long, though she would never end the suffering by killing you.

When she comes back to camp, Airachnid sees you with a jar. You were sketching a red crab spider and was taking down notes on what it was doing before you caught it. You had your bug hat one that protected you from flies getting in your face while also wearing a nice summer j/c (jacket color) jacket on. You always wore that jacket, but she never knew why it was so important to you. Airachnid looked closure at it, as the jacket looked a bit different and could see tiny white stitching all over it. She realizes you made the jacket have cool spiderweb patterns all over it, having the back of the jacket have a Decepticon symbol made of said webbing patterns. She wondered sometimes why you would stay up for hours at night on the ship. "You part of the Decepticons now?" Her voice made you turn toward her and look at your jacket. "Uh well, Megatron kept saying to either die or be useful, so I put the symbol on me to show him I joined. I gave papers to Shockwave and he was going to call me about whether I can join the science team or not. I can't fight like you guys can, so I might as well be useful in other areas." She knew this was one of Megatron's tactics for a lot of his soldiers. He has killed so many people who rather have died than join so anybody who cared for their lives just was forced to work under his ruling. Airachnid felt a bit guilty, but shook it off before it showed. "Well the design looks cool on you."

After a while of her writing a report about her findings, Airachnid finally had an opportunity to ask. She leaned down to your small body and watched you sketch for a while before she spoke. "What spider am I to humans?" You looked away from your drawing again to look at her in the eyes. "Well most would say a Black Widow, but you could also be good chunk of others. Grand Canyon Tarantula, Wall Jumping Spider, White-tailed spider, and so many more could look like you. Thin black spiders are one of the common types they express, so you could just name a spider and it would be you." You smiled as you finish, but Airachnid huffs and turned away. "Well, I want to be my own spider." You giggled from her little annoyance and put your hand on her digit. "Well than, I here by officially title you the Decoragnus Araneae. A new species of spider!" Airachnid feels your soft hand and turned to your small frame, confused by the scientific name. She never got use to you saying such gibberish to her and never learned how to translate the big words. "What does that mean?" You giggle from her confusion and blush a bit. "It means 'Beautiful Big Spider'. You are now your own species and can be put in my journal with the rest of the rare special spiders." She was taken aback by your answer and gets bit hot. Why is she heating up? She knows she is a hot mech! Airachnid doesn't like feeling this way, but it was a good feeling. She was so excited to know she was beautiful in your eyes. No, she shouldn't, you were nothing to her!

She covered her face to pretend to face palm in disappointment, but in reality Airachnid didn't want you to see her face. You were nothing, but sweet. You never flirted with her, never said anything cruel, and now just looked at her like any normal friend. Now she can't kill you for sure, she could never harm such an innocent soul like yours. "That was so stupid." Airachnid tells you, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't having feelings right now.

[crimsonmoonlight88]

Noa's Potential Love Triangle

"You like her--Soona."

"We were born within a sunset."

Okay listen, I never thought I'd be here considering a potential love triangle in this series, but here we are.

Now, I won't even touch on the interesting choice of having Mae of all characters ask this, but there are so many answers Noa could have given that ultimately tell the audience "yes, I like her."

Yes. Of course. I do. Sure. Maybe. Why wouldn't I? What, no! *looks nervous*

(I could go on all day.)

But no, he only says, very matter of factly, "we were born within a sunset."

So with that baffling response, I thought about it some more, and two things came to mind for what he might have meant:

They were born close together, like family, indicating his feelings are familial. (This jives with the actual vibe between them in the movie, imo.)

It doesn't really matter. They were born within a sunset and that (possibly) has some cultural meaning for their clan, like a sign they were meant to be together. Therefore, a relationship would be expected of them, no matter how they feel.

Now it could be one or both of these scenarios, but with the second I can see that playing into Noa's upcoming hero journey of becoming who he was meant to be. Interestingly, in this trailer we get:

Owen: Noa has to make a choice Proximus: Do you choose a human, over an ape? Owen: And only one will prevail. Proximus: Together, you will die. Noa: No, together--strong. *cues scene of Noa reaching for Mae on horseback and saving her*

From that trailer alone, you get a sense of what his choice will be. But in the movie itself, when Proximus lays this out for Noa, he does not choose. (Yet)

"Do you choose a human over an ape? Your sweet, little Soona or that stinking human?"

I think that's intentional for now, as I think the love triangle is potentially a catalyst for Noa, and Mae and Soona in particular, are meant to represent two different paths (and endings) for him. With this concept in mind, it could mean:

Choosing Soona means following the path that is expected of him, the one laid out since birth, the one he would have gone down had Mae not come into his life. Following the rules, following tradition, upholding his clan's legacy, and choosing for the world to stay as it is with apes dominating humans. (Apes, together, strong)

Choosing Mae means following the path that defies expectations, the new one that was forged because Mae came into his life. Questioning the rules, embracing change over tradition, upholding Caesar's legacy, and choosing for the world to evolve with human/ape coexistence. (Together, strong)

So Noa's answer of "we were born within a sunset" is not a yes or a no, just as Mae's response to "can ape and human live together" is not a yes or a no, because these characters have not chosen this "together strong" path yet. They are questioning everything they've ever known, are changed by this connection to each other, but they're still following their "expected path" at the moment.

Now I might be wildly off base with this theory of course, and I acknowledge that Noa could definitely become who he needs to be with Soona by his side--but I'm looking at this from the two path/two love interest narrative, along with many other factors. But I'll just finish with these quotes from Wes Ball.

"Her [Mae] whole journey is changed by meeting Noa, just as much as his journey has been changed by meeting her."

"These characters [Noa and Mae] have now saved each other, and they have a complicated connection. There is now a history and real feelings between the two, and that’s going to be important moving forward."

"Can apes and humans live together? Can we coexist? So that will be a continued theme throughout future movies, and if there’s any chance for peace between these species, it will probably be between these two characters."

"There's literally a door that opens at the end to hopefully many more possibilities. And the relationship between Mae and Noa and how they've changed each other, you know, is going to be crucial moving forward as they navigate the future together."

[valenteal]

The reason why the story of the Todoroki family in mha is simultaneously surprising, original, and completely unsatisfying has become obvious to me after reading one essay by Joseph Campbell. Honestly every writer should read his works or at least an overview of them. That way they can avoid making mistakes like this.

One of the things Campbell is best known for is his breakdown of all the recurring patterns that are inherent to mythology and story telling across all human cultures. The character archetypes, the story structure, the themes that are always present. This doesn’t mean the stories are unoriginal, it means that the ideas and themes behind them are so intrinsic to human culture that they can never be destroyed or created as long as humanity continues. There’s immense beauty and value in understanding these archetypes and what they say about humanity as a whole.

The story of the Todoroki family was set up perfectly to fit one of these archetypes. The tale of the tyrant-monster who is toppled by the hero, a product of his own selfish desires poisoning his domain, who has defeated the demons of their culture and their psyche to become a pure representation of human nature at its best. (This is heavily paraphrased and Campbell talks fancy so others may have differing interpretations but I don’t want to go get the book rn to quote it). Edit: got the book in front of me, here’s the quote,

The figure of the tyrant-monster is known to mythologies, folk traditions, legends, and even nightmares of the world; and his characteristics are everywhere essentially the same. He is the hoarder of the general benefit. He is the monster avid for the greedy rights of “my and mine.” The havoc wrought by him is described in mythology and fairy tale as being universal throughout his domain. This may be no more than his household, his own tortured psyche, or the lives that he blights with the touch of his friendship and assistance; or it may amount to the extent of his civilization. The inflated ego of the tyrant is a curse to himself and his world—no matter how his affairs may seem to prosper. Self-terrorized, fear-haunted, alert at every hand to meet and battle back the anticipated aggression of his environment, which are primarily the reflections of the uncontrollable impulses to acquisition within himself, the giant of self-achieved independence is the world’s messenger of disaster, even though, in his mind, he may entertain himself with humane intentions. Where ever he sets his hand there is a cry (if not from the housetops, then—more miserably—within every heart): a cry for the redeeming hero, the carrier of the shining blade, whose blow, whose touch, whose whole existence, will liberate the land.

…

The hero is a man of self-achieved submission. But submission to what? That precisely is the riddle that today we have to ask ourselves and that it is everywhere the primary virtue and historic deed of the hero to have to have solved. As Professor Arnold J. Toynbee indicates in his six-volume study of the laws of the rise and disintegration of civilizations, schism in the soul, schism in the body social, will not be resolved by any scheme of return to the good old days (archaism), or by programs guaranteed to render an ideal projected future (futurism), or even by realistic, hardheaded work to weld together again the deteriorating elements. Only birth can conquer death—the birth not of an old thing again, but of something new. Within the soul, within the body social, there must be—if we are to experience long survival— a continuous “recurrence of birth” (palingenesia) to nullify the unremitting recurrences of death. For it is by means of our own victories, if we are not regenerated, that the work of Nemesis is wrought: doom breaks from the shell of our very virtue. Peace then is a snare; war is a snare; change is a snare; permanence a snare. When our day is come for the victory of death, death closes in; there is nothing we can do, except be crucified—and resurrected; dismembered totally, and then reborn.

Theseus, the hero-slayer of the Minotaur, entered Crete from without, as the symbol and arm of the rising civilization of the Greeks. That was the new and living thing. But it is possible also for the principle of regeneration to be sought and found within the very walls of the tyrant’s empire itself. Professor Toynbee uses the terms “detachment” and “transfiguration” to describe the crisis by which the higher spiritual dimension is attained that makes possible the resumption of the work of creation. The first step, detachment or withdrawal, consists of a radical transfer of emphasis from the external to the internal world, macro- to microcosm, a retreat from the desperations of the wasteland to the peace of the everlasting realm that is within. But this realm, as we know from psychoanalysis, is precisely the infantile unconscious. It the realm we enter in sleep. We carry it within ourselves forever. All the ogres and secret helpers of our nursery are there, all the magic of our childhood. And more important, all the life-potentialities that we never imagined to bring to adult realization, those other portions of ourself, are there; for such golden seeds do not die. If only a portion of that lost totality could be dredged up into the light of day, we should experience a marvelous expansion of our powers, a vivid renewal of life. We should tower in stature. Moreover, if we could dredge up something forgotten not only only by ourselves but by our whole generation or our entire civilization, we should become indeed the boon-bringer, the culture hero of the day—a personage of not only local but world historical moment. In a word: the first work of the hero is to retreat from the world scene of secondary effects to those causal zones of the psyche where the difficulties really reside, and there to clarify the difficulties, eradicate them in his own case (i.e. give battle to the nursery demons of his local culture) and break through to the undistorted, direct experience and assimilation of what C. J. Jung has called “the archetypal images.”

…

The hero, therefore, is the man or woman who has been able to battle past his personal and local historical limitations to the generally valid, normal human forms. Such a one’s visions, ideas, and inspirations come pristine from the primary springs of human life and thought. Hence they are eloquent, not of the present, disintegrating society and psyche, but of the unquenched source through which society is reborn. The hero has died a modern man; but as eternal man—perfected, unspecific, universal man— he has been reborn. His second solemn task and deed therefore (as Toynbee declares and as all the mythologies of mankind indicate) is to return then to us, transfigured, and teach the lesson he has learned of life renewed.

Both Shouto and Dabi were being set up as potential heroes to defeat Endeavors tyranny. It wasn’t until season 5 or 6 that we see the dramatic change in direction that the story takes, with Endeavor getting a redemption arc and Dabi being legitimately unhinged and evil. Now, this could be considered a plot twist or whatever, if it is it’s a really bad one, or it could be that Horikoshi literally changed his plan part way through the series. I personally think it’s the second. Whether that was because of pressure from editors, a desire to surprise fans who’d guessed where it was heading, or because he just decided he liked it better I don’t know. What I do know is that is was a mistake, one that went hand in hand with about a million other mistakes that are basically the same situation of the story completely changing direction halfway through. It ruined the series and it wasted an opportunity to tell an important story that could really resonate with people.

Instead of the ever satisfying tale of evil dictators getting what’s coming to them because of their own mistakes, we got a halfhearted redemption, a lot of victim blaming, reinforced widespread societal prejudice, undone character development, and a shit ton of heartbreak.

And I don’t understand why! It was set up so perfectly! It had so much potential! It looked like it was going to be incredibly cathartic, a story about how people are flawed and imperfect and expecting more ruins society. It looked like it was going to be about a toxic culture actually being changed! And then it wasn’t!

If it was an attempt to be original it failed spectacularly. If it was an attempt to be depressingly realistic it was a complete success, which I suppose is saying something given the nature of the series and its completely insane premise but I digress.

My point is, recurring themes and stories exist for a reason, they are important, and going against them so completely will never leave the audience satisfied. We crave these familiar stories, we need them. Mha made us expect to get one, left people on the edge of their seats for years waiting for the catharsis of it. And then we didn’t get it. Think queer baiting but with the psychological effects of stories.

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Coming out to Marvel Characters

A/N: Happy Pride! Reader's orientation/identity is ambiguous, as is your relationship with the characters :) Masterlist

Steve: Telling him is a little intimidating considering the time he’s from, but truthfully you could of told him back in the 30s and even then he would of accepted you -albeit with more anxiety over your safety. He’s open minded for his time, and he has in spades the kind of compassion you need after bearing your heart and soul like that. 

Tony: He’s a dickhead more often than not, but he gets that this is a rare time not to be. He’s quiet for a moment, processing, and then he’s nonchalant. He acknowledges what you said as sensitively as he can but he also doesn’t linger on it. He accepts who you are, but to him it’s not a moment to get sappy over, it’s as casual as he thinks lending someone basic human decency should be.

Thor: He forgets for a minute that this can be a big deal to earthlings, queerness as you call it is a lot more normalised on Asguard.Then he remembers, and trying to be supportive -albeit a little clumsily- he pats your back and commends the courage it must of taken to tell him, assuring you you have his wholehearted acceptance.

Natasha: Look, as perceptive as she is, there’s no way she hasn’t already known for months. She’s just been too respectful to say anything. When you do finally tell her she feigns just a bit of surprise for your benefit, then she’s very casual about the whole thing. She’s accepting but in a quiet way, she’s one to show her support subtly as it naturally comes up.

Wanda: She doesn’t have the most in depth lgbtqia+ education or anything but she wholeheartedly supports the community. So, between that and her being the compassionate person she is, she’s very easy to tell. She’s so understanding and sensitive to your feelings, and honestly she’s just really touched that you trusted her enough to tell her.

Peter P: It really does come as a surprise, just because he’s usually so preoccupied with his own secret that he doesn’t often think about what other people might be hiding. He adjusts right away though, he’s always considerate to your comfort and now is no exception. He’s so sweet, he’s just happy you told him and asking the most thoughtful questions.

Carol: Though she’s also from a more close-minded time, she’s a little less intimidating to tell. For one thing, she’s spent her life since then around a diverse range of space cultures, and for another, she kind of has her own… vibe. And yeah, you were right not to worry, she doesn’t exactly overreact but she’s very obvious in her support.

Bucky: He is surprised, but also curious. When you spend most your life in the 30s and the rest in captivity you don’t learn how to respond to someone coming out to you (at least not in a way he ever would) but he doesn’t do too bad, he clearly isn’t bothered. Actually you coming out sparks his interest in the matter and inspires him to educate himself on queerness in the 21st century.

Yelena: As another queer person, she thinks it’s great, her eyes actually light up as you tell her. Honestly, she’s kind of hoping that you have more experience with things like pride and community than she does because she could really use some guidance, but even if not it’s still nice just to know she has someone who’s like her in her life and hopes that you feel the same way.

Loki: He couldn’t be less fazed if you told him your star sign, frankly. He is quick though, he can see this is important to you. So, wanting you to feel validated he asks some polite follow up questions, he’s happy to let you vent if you want, he’ll even offer some insight as someone a lot more at home in his queer identity if you need it. Plus, the best thing about telling him is that he’s definitely down to …handle… any bigots you’re dealing with.

Valkyrie: She’ll drink to that. Really, she thinks it’s nice, she’s supportive without making a big deal out of it. Though she’s queer herself, she wouldn’t think to offer any advice on the matter because well… she’s kind of a mess, but if you need someone to talk to she’s not a bad listener.

Kate: Despite what an adorably awkward motormouth she can be at times, she’s actually pretty chill about this. She does rush to reassure you that she’s fine with it, especially if you seem nervous, but she’s otherwise relaxed and lets you do most of the talking. It’s not that big of a shock to her really, it’s not like she’s never met other queer people before.

Peter Q: To be for real, most of what her knows about queer people comes from outdated stereotypes, relics from his childhood, and there was probably a time when coming out to him really would of sucked because of that, but he’s matured a lot since then so he takes this in with an open mind and responds with surprising sensitivity and kindness, at least by his standards.

Gamora: She’s been through planets more or less accepting of queerness so she gets the gist, but with how shut-off she’s been you’re still the first (out) queer person she’s known well. You wouldn’t know that though, because she responds very calmly to you coming out and she’s very easy to talk to about it.

Drax: He does not get the big deal. He doesn’t even get what homophobia / transphobia is really, and yet he still manages to say something totally offensive (albeit completely unintentionally) when you come out to him -which he later apologises for. Of course he accepts you, it’s not even a question, and after that first slip up he does make it a point to try and be more respectful …to mixed results.

Groot: He is Groot.

Rocket: He’s not respectful per se, because he never is, but he takes it fine. With all the crazy stuff he’s seen, you’re really not making headlines. He doesn’t know how to communicate it, but he’s sympathetic to the more alienating parts of your experience, especially to bigotry you faced, and he’s the quickest to defend you if ever needed.

[worfsbarmitzvah]

I've thought about how gentile Abrahamic religions are antisemitic religious colonialism before and it pisses me off a ton and I'm thankful you said it, but now that it's someone besides me saying it, I'm gonna give some criticism (please don't take this personally)

Everything up to Abraham (particularly Adam and Noah) have G-d creating and tending to the entirety of humanity, right?

During Abraham's time, it should stand for something that G-d tends to Hagar and Ishmael, right? Especially since Hagar gives her own name for G-d and He makes a promise to Ishmael that he'll be the father of nations (or something like that). And I think the Prophet Muhammad is supposed to be descended from Ishmael.

And Noahides are a whole Thing in all this too ofc.

But the bigger thing is there are definitely texts and interpretations that take G-d being the G-d of the Hebrews and extend it to Henotheism, but for the Jews who are purely monotheists and say there is truly only one G-d in existence and He belongs only to us, isn't it cruel to totally deny the vast majority of humanity the Divine, especially if He is still their Creator and controls the world(s) they live in?

this whole thing is coming from the assumption that judaism was always monotheistic. it wasn’t. at one point in time we were monolatrous, meaning we only worshipped one g-d but didn’t deny the existence of others. hell, the language used in the torah supports this (the way the text treats egypt’s g-ds being perhaps the most prominent example). hashem has always been our specific g-d, since before the idea emerged that he is the only g-d. our/the world’s perception of him may have since evolved into this idea of one singular deity, but it has not always been that way.

hagar and ishmael still come from our mythology surrounding our particular g-d. the idea then emerged in islam, which was born with the same jewish roots that christianity was, that muslims were descended from ishmael. and, like, i don’t really mind or care about that either way. ishmael’s not a super major figure in our folklore. the story, along others in breishit, genuinely does lend itself to the idea that hashem can be the guardian of many different peoples, families, and nations. and to tell the truth i don’t genuinely have much of a problem with sharing some folklore and roots.

but it NEEDS to be acknowledged where those roots come from. for so much of history, right up until today, christians and muslims have pretended they know our g-d and our folklore and our history better than we do. they have MURDERED us for worshipping our g-d and practicing our customs in OUR way, the way we have been since before their religions and cultures emerged. if the religions that find their roots in our culture were more willing to listen to us, respect us, and learn from us, maybe i’d be less angry. but they’re not. they’ve tried and tried and tried to eradicate us and erase where they came from and make our stuff theirs. i don’t think it has to be like that forever but i don’t think we’re very close to it not being like that as of now.

also, i can’t think of a single cultural mythology that doesn’t have a creation story of some kind. it’s just the kind of thing that societies do when they try to make sense of their place in the grand scheme. the fact that we believe our g-d created the entire world does not actually mean that that story or that g-d belongs to the entire world. the fact that everybody thinks our creation myth applies to and belongs to them is just more evidence of how widely our culture has been co-opted.

there’s nothing we can do to change the fact that our g-d has been made universal (either through the natural evolution of our theology or from colonialism and cultural theft, more likely a combination of both) and i have to be fine with that. sure, fine, the people who have adopted our g-d as their own without actually bothering to understand us at all can outnumber us by orders of magnitude.

but why does our holy city have to also be their holy city? the christians have the vatican and rome and islam has mecca and medina. why do they need jerusalem? why can’t even that just be ours?

again, i have to push this aside and be okay with sharing if i truly want to have peace in our land. and i do, because i love eretz yisrael and yerushalayim more than i hate what has been done to her. the situation has grown so far beyond the injustices i am angry about that it is impossible to right those injustices without creating brand new ones. so i will be okay with sharing our g-d, our texts, and our land. but that doesn’t mean the injustice of it won’t burn like a fire in my heart.

[voidwritesstuff]

Camcorder Stories.

Cw: War being self deprecating. (No surprise there)

Summary: The Four happen to be travelling with a human survivor who is a devoted learner of all things cinema. They're learning about human culture one way or another, even if they dont like it.

>A/n: Inspired by the lovely @darkdemeter and her amazing Darksiders writings. As A film student, I felt like I needed to share all this knowledge that has changed the way I watch films and other multimedia content. To share the hard work involved and the appreciation I have for it :DDD.

The horsemen had no concept of what Film was. Not even Strife,who was the most acquainted with humanity even before the end times.

But now the riders found themselves with a young human who had dedicated a good portion of their years to studying cinema. And much to their chagrin or excitement...

This human carried an old camcorder with them. And with tapes to spare.

Death:

Not even theatre was of particular concern or interest to the pale rider. He was never one for the arts,other than the art of necromancy, so at first he pays the human no mind when they begin talking about film.

"Oh hold on,I need to film this. Stand there at the edge of that cliff...I just need to fiddle with the ISO. So bright..."

Death was just looking at the Valley below,the sickly sun of the kingdom of the dead shone on his cold skin. The warmth was sticky and awful. But hes never been one to complain.

The tall bone towers stood on the far distance on each side of him, a perfect frame of Demise between the reaper himself.

His human companion fiddled with buttons and he could see the lense of the strange device the mortal held. He saw how it opened and closed like a predator's Gaze.

"Okay! There we go. Finally. Please stand there,Im going to do a traveling, then a zoom in And finish on a medium close up...you just stay there like in a reverse shot. " the human made a pause,as if thinking about their words "stay still,look Cool. Back to the camera and look forwards to either of those towers"

Death doesnt know why he indulges in these outbursts of cinematic inspiration. He thinks it helps his companion Keep their sanity..and it keeps them tame and less prone to trouble.

He can hear the mortal slowly walk to him. His ears catch the sound of their footsteps from his right. He can guess theyre putting most of their weight on their heels so they can turn upwards and close in on him to somewhat eye level.

The sound comes from his right to then begin walking a Straight line behind him. Thats the travelling.

This "useless" knowledge of film has been drilled into his mind against his Will. He knew a travelling meant this human would slowly move towards him from either of his sides.

After comes that close up. Those always put his hairs on edge. Like theyre sneaking behind him. He absolutely hates it. Even if theyre not even a threat.

Finally,the medium close up meant the camera would only film from his shoulders up.

He can hear the whirring of the camcorder as it takes in his form.

It cuts when the camera is right on his left shoulder.

"Satiated?" He asked,a gruff in his voice. The annoyance bellows from the base of his throat.

"Very..." he turns to see the human look at their recording"I know you hate doing second takes...I know you think this is silly but...I'd like one more take. Please? . Its not often that outside light behaves,usually its better to do all this in a studio-gives you more controll over the lights and shadows.. but this is almost a golden opportunity.."

He asks himself again why he indulges the mortal on these things. But he looks at how their eyes glimmer at the prospect of connecting with something so tied to them and their people that went on a horrible decline by the hands of things older and more powerfull than them.

And he cant squander their happiness.

Perhaps hes grown soft, perhaps hes intrigued by such arts.

"One last 'take'. Make it count,human"

The smile they give him could melt any Ice. And if the Creator willed it,maybe the one that wrapped his dead heart.

"Okay! Ill do my travelling from the left, then a zoom and finish on your right shoulder. I know theres not much difference but the sun is coming from the left...I think its going to be more dramatic that way!"

Death couldnt help but let out a low,low chuckle"One of these days,I'll make you show me all these things youre...filming"

"Death,after this take I'll show all of them to you. I promise" the human's voice sounds the happiest hes ever heard since meeting them "I think all this Will make a smashing docu-series. Ill give you credits of course, though putting "Special thanks to the literal horseman of the pale horse" sounds a little weird"

Another chuckle left the old reaper "With everything your people has been through,thats your concern?"

The human laughed,a sound so heavenly"Alright,alright,fair. C'mon. Stand there again and We'll wrap this up faster than you can say 'action!'"

Fury

Her opinions could make even the saltiest of film critics cry. And shes not ashamed on telling his human companion how pointless and useless their outbursts were.

But then she saw how cool she looked,and it fed her ego so much she changed her tune.

"Youre going to kill me because of this,Fury. But move to that lightsource there" the human Pointed at one forwards down the Hall of arcane lights they were in.

"Whats wrong with this one, mortal? " the she-horseman asked with her hands on her hips and a little annoyed glare in her white eyes.

"I can tell from how it looks here in the camera that this is an incomplete spectrum lightsource "

"English,human "

The mortal sighed,putting down the camera "Incomplete Spectrum Lights dont do well with colors that are a mix of two others. Your hair is magenta, the middle between blue and red. Depending on where you stand, its taking the color of your hair from bluer to redder. Not a nice look,and not the one im looking for "

She relented and Walked further down the Hall. She raised her hands in annoyance and said "Well? "

"Perfect!! Do something cool with your whip! -Oh I need to change the obturation velocity. "

"...human" Fury scowled.

"How quickly the lenses Open and close to register the image. The quicker it opens and closes the clearer the image of your whip moving Will be"

Fury saw them click a few buttons on their camcorder. The tech was foreign to them,only her watcher seemed to be aware of how they worked. So,when the human wasnt listening, the shadow being explained to her mistress what a camera was and how it functioned.

"There! Ready. Im not sure on what shot to use.."

She did say she didnt care for film knowledge. Shes heard it enough times against her Will but...

"Medium length shot. Didn't you humans call it an 'American Shot'  too?" she asked,grabbing the Hilt of Scorn.

The human smiles,the glimmering of their eyes like theyre finally being acknowledged

"Or 'cowboy shot' yeah. You...you remembered! "

"Just because you said it a thousand times. "

By now,her mortal companion had grown used to her dismissal. "Uh-Huh sure. Ahem, alright. 'Fury being awesome ' take one! And...action!"

Just a few takes later,The human approached the horsewoman and showed her the display screen of the camera. Within it she sees the last take they did, which seemed to be the best one yet.

There truly is an art and a skill to it. How they move about to catch each angle, evading any lightsource that May betray their shadow and ruin the film.

Fury catches the warmth and pride in the human's eyes. This is the first time shes seen them so content. Mortals needed little to be happy.

It made her heart squeeze. She almost felt...guilty for being so critical and mean about this,admitedly, unique art form.

"Not bad. Perhaps you'll even make this into something worth watching" she ruffles their hair to add her usual emotional distance, but the human is inmune to It.

"When I do,you and your siblings are invited to the red carpet premiere. You Better dress your best"

"I never dissapoint,human".

Strife:

The horseman of the white horse loved any and all things human related. Was this his way of making up after his failing at protecting humanity from corruption? Maybe.

Or maybe he just really likes the culture.

Not like he'd tell his human companion about why he seemed so interested in their filming.

"Okay heres a fun bit of info for you. Did you know we had an art form called stop motion?"

"I Didnt know, how does it work?"

He listened attentively as the mortal told him about the millions of variations of puppet models,the replacement, the neat little tricks to make things move and seem Real.

To him,stop motion animation sounded like a real labor of love.

"I had to make one for a class once. It was painful but fun"

"Do you still have the recording?"

"I...dont sadly. We made it on a digital camera and god knows what happened to it after this shit show"

"Oh...".

"But if you give me a few hours we can make one together"

Strife knows himself enough to be aware of his lack of patience. But he accepts the deal if only for the experience.

He sees his human companion,his Friend, work away at making a few tiny little puppets that they can pose. They use pine cones,Grass,rubble, anything that they can get their hands on.

The mortal sets the camera on a rock,making sure it cant be moved. Then, they spent the Next few hourstaking pictures and making the puppets move and do silly little things.

Strife defenetly didnt have the patience for this, but it was all worth it when he saw the animation they made together. How the doll moved about in its little scenario,how the arms hoist up some pebble.

" Ive never done anything like this" he had admitted as he cleaned his guns. This was his way of unwinding. "It was fun, but painful. You sure its not some human torture method?"

His friend laughed,shaking their head as they press record on their camera and begin to move it delicately to drink in all the details of the horseman's hands cleaning the gun

The campfire beside them gave the shot a dramatic light that flickered and danced in a way that made the metal glint. And with a low ISO (aka the camera's sensitivity to light) there was no oversaturation to ruin the recording.

"Watcha doing'?" The gunslinger asked, not stopping the cleaning of his weapons.

"A detail shot. Usually its for props. In this case, the props are your guns." They explained "I personally love detail shots. They showcase the love put into the props by the art department"

"Theres an art department?"

"Ya. Theres also a lights department, writers,directors, producers, special effects- like a fake wound-, a costume/clothes department.-"

"So Many people for one movie?"

"Mhm! I can tell you all about it "

"Sweetheart,we've got nuthin' but time. 'M all ears"

War:

Creator help the human that the red rider travels with. He knows little of things like theatre and magic and tech are a mystery to him in so Many ways. Had it not been for the watcher, the behemoth in crimson would have no clue and think its an elaborate human prank.

"Okay so in a movie,you'd have four stages. Pre- production,where the story and list of resources needed for the film get made. Production,which is getting everything on the list plus actors and catering and a bunch of other things. Filming,the fun part. And post-production, where everything comes together"

War raised his brows in surprise, his expression would have been hidden if it wasnt for the slight widening of his shining white eyes and his voice as he says "I...was not aware of how much was needed for such a  seemingly simple thing"

The human was unaware of the expression he was making,seeing as their back was to his chest. Ruin trode lazily over the broken pavement.

"Yeah! You need a lot. Think about this,you need a scene in a home.." they begin,opening Their camcorder to put a tape within It "you can either make it within a studio- which means making everything from the ground up- or get a house with the furniture inside it "

He listens attentively "Im sure its more complicated than that...You'd need...lights? You have said that. And you told me natural light can be...tricky"

"Yeah!! " they sound so happy at his remembrance "For a home you manage to "borrow" you need to block out the Windows- unless theyre shown in the shot- and replace the light with artificial ones. But you'd also need people and services to haul the equipment to that home. "

They made a brief pause "a big guy like you would be useful. You May have a spot on the industry after all!"

"I dont see myself-"

"It was a joke,War"

"Right"

"Thats joke 1000 and counting" they breathed out,before turning on their camcorder. "Hey...I want a birds eye view of Ruin's head. Can get on your shoulders?"

He sighed "very well. Be careful"

The human climbs on him with ease. His armor provided foot holds and places to grasp. And its not the first time this happened...

War barely registers their weight on him. He looks up past his hood to see them record the sunset,turning side to side slowly in a panning motion.

"Natural light can be finnicky...but things like these can be breath taking...Wonderful shot"

At this,something comes to the rider's mind. "Why do you...record all these things? Arent they painful reminders? Do you do it to inmortalize yourself?"

The mortal looked down and smiled,shaking their head"in film,we tell stories. I want to tell this story...our story" the camera bends down to record him. And he huffs,all afluster.

"The nephilim are not worthy of remembrance".

"But you horsemen are. Your stories are worth sharing. And im making sure they happen. Your voice deserve to be heard"

"What makes you so certain?"

"I...Im not sure. Its just a feeling.."

He saw the way the human's brows knit together. They chew the inside of their cheek and turn the camera to take the view of Ruin's firey mane.

"Wonderful films have been made out of less. Sure,your stories are amazing and interesting- but thats not quite It. We have all seen stories of guts and glory,of massacres...but you horsemen are different. Unique."

"We're the accursed union of Angel and Demon. We're unique because we shouldnt exist "

He feels them kick him with the heel of their foot. "Dont say that about yourself. Good god" they sigh,looking at the sunset "theres nobody in this world like you four, youre unique in a wonderful way. You are a union of angel and demon but youre nothing like them. Youre uniquely independent, in a League all of your own. I seek to understand it I guess-  I want to tell your stories because..."

The words are on the tip of their tongue. So annoying...

And War sounds almost...meek in asking. He hopes of acknowledgement, of being seen, as deep down as that feeling is.

"Because theres simply nothing like you,and I think everyone deserves to know how noble,how kind and how strong you are. Maybe we can even learn something from you for. Your courage and disposition are unmatched. As scarred as you May be,as hurt even...I just think you deserve to be shown and appreciated for your uniqueness"

The rider was unsure on what to say. They are perhaps the only being in existence that appreciates the four in this way. And...he quite likes it.

"No doubt you'll make it far in your carreer" he complimented after a long silence."few beings in existence have the heart that you do..."

He heard them chuckle, their shadow moving as they hook their feet under his armor to stand up and bring their camera further up,showing the low brush and lushness that begins to overtake the landscape. The blue hour fully setting in.

"Will you come watch what I make?"

It was so obvious there was a slight hint of humor. He could tell the human wasnt at all convinced he actually cared for their art.

Too bad he means to show them he does

"To see the fruits of your hard labor? Of course. "

He hears the slight sniffing,he feels the slight trembling..."Ill- ill get you the best- best seats at the theatre. I promise"

War raised his normal hand to wrap around their calf, as a comfort but as a steadying force. "Ive no doubt you'll uphold your word"

[leggerefiore]

When and what was the moment that made the characters realize they wanted kids? Not counting Ingo, who was probably listing baby names the second he fell for his partner.

cw: mentions of starting families and pregnancy

characters: Emmet, Cyrus, Volo, Grimsley

▽Emmet△

○ He simply felt he reached an age where settling down was just a thing one does. Well, that, and if Ingo had one already before him somehow, he simply had to follow after his brother. Truly, he had sporadically thought about kids in his life – mostly in the context of when Ingo would wax poetic about his simple dream of being a father. He decided he had very specific wants over the years – identical twin daughters. Logically, that was very much an improbable thing to occur, but he did not care. Speaking solely in terms of wants, it was that. Of course, he would try his hardest to make that a reality even if it was extremely unlikely. Ingo finds his strangely specific wants a bit disconcerting but supposes he should allow his younger brother to simply dream. Granted, after Emmet reaches a certain age, he really does start to seek out those things.

○ For his partner, it likely either comes up at random or after Ingo's partner has a child. Emmet becomes a bit whiny in the latter case, nearly pleading for a child. For the former, it is more of a casually serious discussion about future plans in life. He does understand that children are not always desired, but he does truly hope his partner feels the same way. Somewhere deep down, the younger twin does want to be a father. Of twins. He is very determined to have twins. His bond with his brother is something verrrry special to him that he wants his precious children to have as well. It was impossible to sway him from twins.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He only realises he wanted a kid far after he has one. Honestly, he never let the thought of becoming a father even cross his mind. It was simply too terrifying to consider. His childhood left him with many mental scars that he clearly was in no place to face or deal with healthily. Well, until after, he was forced to confront them and give up his insane goals of creating a world without spirit. Then, another incident would naturally follow, causing him more distress. To say he was beside himself at the news of his partner's situation would be putting it lightly. He found himself staring blankly into space, trying to figure out just how to handle such a terrifying and foreign situation. Cyrus never expected such a thing to befall him – He was always so careful and calculated. But, unfortunately for him, he, too, was a human man and allowed the same breadth for errors as anyone else.

☄️ Yet, in the end, as he holds his newborn daughter, his worries and panic come to a close. Yes, there will be far many challenges ahead to face and things he must finally address to come to terms with. In that single moment, as he stares at her sleeping face, he finds peace. From every terrible thing he faced in this world – and the irrationality of feelings – this sole being has put his heart to rest. When she unconsciously nuzzled into his chest, seeking either warmth or food (or perhaps just comfort), he allowed all his reservations to drop. He did not just want a child. No, in fact, he needed one. Now, he feels as if he truly can begin again.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ There was always a lingering desire for children in him – At least, there was since a certain painful moment in his past. Of the ancient Sinnoh people, only he and Cogita remained. One of his greatest desires, aside from that of earning Arceus's favour and thereafter subjugating its power, was to continue on his bloodline. It was desperate wish – One born of a perceived responsibility and need to find others like him. He was looked at strangely for so much of his youth, othered and treated as an oddity. There were many things that he needed to preserve from his culture. Myths, rituals, beliefs… He desperately needed to share these with someone he believed worthy. It would be the worst nightmare for him if these things fade into an obscurity and grow lost to time. But Volo struggled horribly to ever make a connection with anyone truly. Let alone find someone that he could deem worthy of carrying such a responsibility alongside him.

⭐️ Though, that was settled when Arceus's “chosen” appeared to him. Naturally, they were someone who dared oppose him so easily – even stopping his plans. It was frustrating to him, but at the same time, there were thoughts and unwanted feelings that bloomed inside of him. For all his struggles to find anyone that he may deem worthy of being with him (someone like him – someone who understood the horrible mistrust and pain of being othered), you seemed to fall out the sky to torment him in various ways. In the end, with everything said and done, you were the only person he ever could desire a family with. Despite his disappearance, he will reappear to you to offer such a thing. Volo can only hope that you say yes.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ Kids were seriously the last thing on his mind for many, many years. The gambler does not exactly have a lifestyle that meshes well with children running about. Really, his finances being constantly up and down would be a terrible thing for any kid to grow up in. And, he really was not ever sure there would be a circumstance in which one partner would ever hold his attention long enough to make him vaguely interested in a kid with them. Really, even if they were his children – he was not exactly the most hands-on and attached type in general. Though, when he finally did find himself in love. Well, now… Suddenly, there was a more appealing side to having children. Granted, it does not truly enter his mind until after his fall from “grace.”

♡ At his lowest point, with only his partner at his side, he finally feels as if he understands truly the appeal of a family. Whatever troubles he had with his own and their expectations for him, he felt he would never have that for his own kids. They would be free to be whatever they wanted. He only would be their to mentor them and remind them what happens when you play the game and lose. Suddenly, yes, a family has a big appeal for him. Settling down with his partner and finding peace from the din that was his life previously… Yeah, he feels. That is a nice change. Exactly what he needed. A certain Alolan police officer nearly has a heart attack during a call with Grimsley when he mentions wanting children. There is an attempt at swaying him not to follow.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

While it’s bound to vary potentially wildly from person to person, what are some cultural faux pas on Gallifrey? I assume there would be things like telling someone they looked better in a previous regeneration, but I honestly don’t know.

What are some cultural faux pas on Gallifrey?

We don't know very much about this, which suggests that Gallifreyan taboo subjects and human taboo subjects are generally the same. We've gathered a few things here, and we're going to throw in some theoretical ones just for fun.

1️⃣ Public Discussions of Regeneration 🚫

Regeneration is a big deal on Gallifrey. And we mean big. So, discussing it publicly—especially at the dinner table—is considered as rude as randomly discussing your sex life in front of your boss. Gallifreyans take their regenerations very seriously, and it's generally a topic for close friends or at private gatherings. So, unless you're very familiar with the person, skip the small talk about body transformations and focus on more universally accepted topics, like, um, the weather, maybe?

2️⃣ Witnessing Someone's Regeneration 🤐

This one is a bit contradictory, given how sometimes Gallifreyan 'emergency' regenerations of high-profile figures are broadcast through their media, but traditionally, witnessing someone's regeneration is considered a very private and quite intimate event. Ergo, all the times the Doctor has been in close proximity to companions while regenerating is an insight into just how close the Doctor may feel to them (or the Doctor just has no manners at all).

3️⃣ Green Ink: A Marker of Bad Manners ✍️

Weirdly, using green ink to write is considered extremely rude in Gallifreyan culture. It's one of those little quirks that probably comes from ancient practices or outdated taboos, but who knows?

4️⃣ Commenting on Someone's TARDIS 🚀

Gallifreyans have a deep metaphysical and borderline intimate connection to their TARDISes. So, commenting on someone else's TARDIS is as rude as commenting on their personal diary, their wardrobe, or their partner (unless, of course, you're a fellow/the same Time Lord and really know them). The TARDIS, after all, is a direct extension of a Time Lord's identity.

5️⃣ Theoretical Faux Pas 🤔

Given that Gallifreyans possess an ancient, complex culture, there are several theoretical faux pas you might encounter. For example:

Disrespecting the Laws of Time: Time Lords hold time in high regard—like, seriously high regard, and they're very proud of their established system. Keep your casual Time Law criticisms to a minimum if you don't want to make someone very annoyed.

Discussions on the Other: The Other is a complex figure in Gallifreyan history, and discussing them loudly is probably a cultural faux pas.

Criticising Rassilon: You know Rassilon, the big figurehead of Gallifreyan society? Criticising him is probably not the best idea. He's the founding father of Time Lord society, so unless you're looking for an argument with a bunch of Gallifrey's elite, keep your opinions on Rassilon to yourself until you're in shared company.

Staring at someone while you're doing touch-telepathy on them: They can hypnotise others and block, alter, erase, or implant memories. This is enhanced by intense eye contact. So if a Gallifreyan is closing their eyes while reading your mind, they're respecting your boundaries and signalling they're (probably) not trying to rearrange your mind.

🏫 So ...

In summary, Gallifreyan culture is not all that different from human cultures when it comes to manners. Stick to the basics: respect privacy, avoid commenting on personal matters like regenerations and TARDISes, and never, ever use green ink.

Related:

💬|👥✨How do Gallifreyans deal with regeneration disparities?: How Gallifreyan society perceives and deals with those unable to regenerate.

💬|👥🧑Do Time Lords besides the Doctor have companions?: Detailing the companions of other Time Lords.

💬|👥♀️♂️How do Gallifreyans view and adapt to gender?: Perception on gender and historical gender.

Hope that helped! 😃

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hi! i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but.. could i please request a vegeta x human!reader who’s heavily tattooed (legs, arms)? i have no real idea for a plot line for it but gather it’s not something he’s seen a whole lot of since coming to earth - if at all! happy for either SFW or NSFW, completely up to you if you don’t mind the idea? have a lovely day!

For Fun | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this idea has absolutely made my day. it just begs for a sweet little vegeta learning moment, since normally it's him explaining saiyan culture. i have chosen the sfw path here! it's also funny bc i've been contemplating tattoos lol and a vegeta tattoo has been on the brain for some time now. thank you for your request!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, reader has tattoos, some nudity but no smut or anything remotely nsfw, post-namek but pre-androids and cell

You can feel Vegeta's eyes on you as you work on his suit, Bulma's lab being the only place you feel comfortable sharing space with him in— the racket of the tools at the very least would alert somebody of something nefarious happening. Your dear sister just had to have a soft heart (or rather, quite the boner) for the Saiyan, and now it's you that suffers the consequences while you patch up the blue suit with a precise needle and thread.

"I'm not going to ruin it." You snark at him, not exactly happy to be in his presence. He's a murderer! "I've fixed it for you before without an issue." Bulma's doing her best to copy whatever material this suit is made of, but she's having trouble competing with alien technology— though she'll certainly have it figured out soon. She's a petty thing on the regular, but test her intelligence with a challenge like this and she's more stubborn than acne on an asscheek.

"Mm." He never talks much, at least. But as you stretch your arm out to pull the thread taught, Vegeta moves to take your wrist in his hand. While strong and easily capable of smashing your poor bones to smithereens, his touch is on the softer side.

"What in the world are you doing?" Are aliens unaware of personal space??

Ignoring you initially, Vegeta's gloved fingers curiously glide along your forearm, eyes focused on the artwork adorning your skin. "Your tattoos make little sense. What sort of culture is this?"

"Culture?" You repeat the word dumbly, fighting the urge that lingers just under your skin, heart rate picking up as you will yourself not to shiver at his touch.

"These flowers and symbols, what do they represent? I've been on Earth long enough to know the culture here is nothing like these— furthermore, the lab rat has none at all."

The laugh that bubbles from your chest is easy. Perhaps Earth is the only planet, or one of few, with inhabitants that indulge in tattoos for pleasure rather than cultural representation. "They aren't part of any culture, Vegeta."

"Then what are they?" His brow furrows rather adorably, his lips pulling into a pout as you laugh at his ignorance.

"For fun."

"You marked yourself permanently for fun?"

"Sure did. I got tons of 'em. Some of 'em mean somethin', but for the most part they just bring me joy."

Vegeta releases you finally, shaking his head in a way that reminds you of your father when you first started inking up. "Silly Earth woman…"

"Oh come on. Tell me they aren't pretty." You smirk softly, eyes glittering with the twinkles of mischief. This is a new light on Vegeta, one that perhaps drew Bulma's generosity his way in the first place.

"Tch." A blush rises to his cheeks and he looks away, staring a hole into the wall. "They're not ugly."

A not-so-pretty snort escapes you as you resume patching the suit up, tying and clipping off the end of the thread after the hole is closed up. "I got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. I was young and dumb and in love with a guy I thought I would be with forever." You murmur softly, pulling up the leg of your sweatpants to show off the heart by your ankle. It's old and faded by now, but your lips still pull into a smile at it.

Vegeta takes the moment to examine it, brushing a curious knuckle over the tattoo. His curiosity is sweet, and this must've been on his mind for ages now— it's not like him to get handsy or remotely talkative at all. "Saiyans never took part in these."

It makes all the sense in the world; from what you've pieced together by Vegeta's quiet, rarely spoken about tales of home and with the love for fighting that gushes from both his and Goku's hearts, Saiyans aren't exactly sentimental. "Well… You're on Earth now. You could get a tattoo just for the hell of it."

"I have no need." Vegeta looks away again, and you shrug to yourself.

"They're not for everyone, I guess." You hold the repaired suit out, feeling a tad bummed out that the sight of him in a tank top and sweatpants will be gone soon, but a lilt of surprise thrums in your heart when he sets it on the table and looks at you instead.

"Do you… have more of them?"

You laugh and tug at your t-shirt, pulling it off in the face of the blushing prince and revealing several more tattoos, most of which he's never seen before. "You got time?"

"You could certainly warn a man before you start stripping." He grumbles out, forever the prude even in the face of a gorgeous woman and her body.

"So sorry." Your tease bounces off of him as his curious fingers run along the lines on your tummy, sides and just below your breast. You're bare to him almost entirely, as you've never worn a bra at home and certainly didn't intend to start just because a man moved in, though his eyes and touch are calmly curious and genuinely interested in the artwork you're laced with, rather than the perky breasts and soft skin that would have most men acting a fool by now.

It almost has you feeling ugly, though that near-permanent tint of red that dusts his cheekbones reminds you otherwise.

"Don't forget the one on my back." Your murmur is gentle, only there to invite him further into the journey without jostling his concentration too much. And he takes your advice, stepping behind you while tracing the intricate linework of the massive tattoo, pausing at the sight of the gorgeous mural on your back. You've spent quite a bit of money on this, suffered the pain of the needle piercing and permanently scarring your skin to the patterns that'll forever mark you, and the admiration Vegeta has for your commitment alone is monumental.

Even gloved, his touch warms your skin in the lab's cool conditions and that little spot on your back, the one that had you shaking and embarrassed as your tattoo artist that, bless his resilience, dealt with with more care than a fucking surgeon to properly tattoo, flutters against the accidental tickle. You shift, muffling a laugh into your palm and there's a pause before Vegeta drags his fingertips over the spot again, and then once more.

"Your laugh isn't ugly either." He mutters and steps away, the warmth of his proximity erased and goosebumps covering your body now.

Standing ten toes down and looking over your shoulder, your lips twist in gentle glee upon catching his dark eyes with your own. It's taken some time, but you've finally found what Bulma saw in Vegeta that allowed him into your shared home.

He's flustered by such intimacy and he quickly snatches his Saiyan suit up before rushing towards the door. "Put a shirt on, you vile woman, or you'll catch a cold." Vegeta grumbles out, hightailing it towards the comfort of his gravity room and far away from whatever the hell just happened.

"Must be the first time he touched a woman." You snicker, tugging your shirt on and cleaning up the mess, lest your sister properly bitch you out for it later on.

The ghost of his touch remains, and even under the duress of several times Earth's gravity, Vegeta's palms fondly remember the feeling of your skin.

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Modern!Human Hantengu Brothers headcanons

Heeeyyyy babiesss!!! I’m sorry it’s so late but I FINALLY GOT MY HANTENGU BROTHERS HEADCANONS DONE 🥹🥹!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy them!

Alright so, The headcanon came from the roots in the manga. Hantengu (the demon) was known to have multiple wives and children and he killed every last one of them. After Muzan’s defeat & Hantengu was reborn, he sadly abandoned his wife and his two children because he still had his memories from his past life and felt guilt & fear. His son grew a bit of resentment for him and promised that when he became a father that he would be there for his children through and through. He met the Brothers’ mother because she was visiting Japan from Nigeria and fell absolutely head over heels in love with her. They soon started dating after getting to know each other. Then married later on and their first born son, Sekido was born, then came Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi , & Zohakuten.

Their Mother, Dr. Kehinde Adeyinka- Hantengu is a OBGYN & their father Urami Hantengu is a co director for a very big movie production company. ( my boys came from riches but still humble )

Their parents come from different cultures so they always brought them up in a way where they were exposed to both equally. They know Japanese (that does include how to write in Japanese too), Yoruba, Nigerian Pidgin, English, and Swahili.

SEKIDO

• Much like his past life, Sekido still remains the oldest. His birthday is September 3rd, 1995 making our angery baby a Virgo ♍️.

• When I tell yall he is nonchalantttt!! Whew! He literally says the first thing that comes on his mind. His mom always told him that he was like his father in that regard.

• Also much like his past life, he always looks angered (Resting bitch face go brrrrrrr) Most people are kinda afraid to approach him.

• Definitely gets annoyed by his brothers antics (mostly Urogi and Karaku playing pranks on him and pissing him off and Aizetsu constantly second guessing himself)

• Loves the rain and finds it peaceful when it’s thundering outside.. it sets the mood when he’s by himself playing the piano (one of his hidden talents)

• He works as a Auto mechanic at his own shop. (which explains how he knows to keep his cars in perfect condition)

• He is most DEFINITELY a cat person. He has a Black Maine coon mix named Zeus. He found him just laying on top of one of his cars one day as he was getting ready to go get groceries and when he came back from the store, he was sitting in front of his apartment and he started growing fond of him and took him in. Zeus is spoiled rotten so I can only imagine when Sekido gets a partner 🫠.

• Is a greeeeeaaaaattttt cook! Other than their mother, his brothers usually latch on to his place when he does cook. (He definitely has a special apron on when he cooks too) He learned from his momma 🤩

• Has a giant dragon tattoo on his back that was drawn by Zohakuten and tattooed by Managi (Modern Human Gyokko. In my headcanon, he’s a famous Tattoo artist that grew fame from TikTok)

• Definitely is a Heavy sleeper but don’t let that MF Fan Turn off. He gonna wake up PISSED.

• Academically speaking, Sekido is extremely intelligent. He graduated top of his class in High school & has a degree in Engineering (he also graduated top of his class in college too)

• BLACK COFFEE ADDICT! Can’t stand overly sweet coffee or sweet ANYTHING. Likes really savory foods! Lots of meat but not too too much. Also loves vegetables, stews, curry’s, and etc. The only thing he can tolerate that relates to sweet foods is dark chocolate.

• Definitely the type to go to bed by 10 pm (grumpy old man 😂😂)

• LISTEN! My baby is BUILTTTTTTT. He definitely hits the gym after work He’ll OCCASIONALLY go with Karaku if he doesn’t have to work. He’s also tall (he’s 6’3 1/2 and the tallest out of the brothers)

• He adores his family and anyone he deems close although he does get annoyed with their shenanigans he will always and forever care.

• y’all know that bath & body works scent “ Mahogany Teakwood” yeah, literally smells like that plus Shea butter & mint.

KARAKU

• Karaku is the second Born like his past carnation. He was born on October 4, 1996 making him a Libra baby.

• He’s literally a big kid at heart but he’s really chill and down to earth.

• Much like his past life he’s really playful and loves a good thrill. It makes his blood pump lol.

• Loves teasing his brothers (mostly Sekido and Aizetsu) One time he played a prank on Sekido while he was asleep by putting a realistic looking robotic spider on him (poor Seki has arachnophobia 🥲) & when he woke up all hell broke loose and when he finally caught Karaku, he put him in a chokehold and it took Urogi and Aizetsu to get him off of Karaku. 😂😂😂 and you’d think after that he’d learn his lesson (he didn’t)

• He works as a Bartending Manager for a big club and always makes good money in tips because one he loves serving the drinks and seeing people’s reaction to his drinks and they all love him dearly.

• Speaking of, he Is a masttttterrrrr at creating drink recipes and has a miniature bar at his place. He’s also a fairly decent cook but still annoys Sekido because he likes his better 😂.

• Like I’ve said before, mans is a seriously talented dancer & he effortlessly woos people with his moves ever since he went viral online & has a lots of fans (no pun intended).

• He also posts videos of him making drinks on TikTok too and always picks the best songs but people mostly like when he does voice overs of what he puts in drinks.

• He also does Twitch streams from time to time playing games( likes games like FNAF, Dead by Daylight, or any kind of scary games.)

• I also headcanon that he loves Halloween mostly because it’s during his birth month.

• Has one tattoo on his arm of his moms first name. His mom always told him that he reminds her of herself back in her youth.

• Loves all animals but is more so a Dog person.

• HE DOES SMOKE WEED & VAPE!

• Academically he made A’s & B’s in high school so he is quite smart but still goofed off in class though 😂. He has a Bachelors Degree in Communications and is also apart of a Fraternity.

• DEFINITELY A GYM BRO BUT NOT THE TOXIC KIND. Takes his physical health and physique seriously but never ever talks bad about how anyone else chooses to do with their body. If they are happy, he is as well. He’s definitely not a bodyshamer & will put someone in check if they talk bad about someone around him.

• HES A LIGHT SLEEPER. Any little sound will wake him up instantly. One time he came home from work so tired that he forgot that he connected his phone to his big bluetooth speaker while he took a shower & also forgot that he set an alarm to wake him up in the morning for the gym and damn near had a heart attack when his alarm went off. 🥲

• Loves energy drinks and coffee but knows his limits on his intake and that too much caffeine isn’t good. DEFINITELY MEAL PREPS! Has meats, vegetables, and fruits.

• Like I Said, he takes his personal physical seriously. He has a skin care routine and he also smells really good too .. it’s like a Citrusy and warm vanilla type scent mixed with hints of his favorite cologne.

• He’s also fairly tall too standing at about 6’2

• He’s heavily into zodiac signs and reads his horoscope on the daily! Got the rest of his brothers into it. Sekido & Zoha thought it was stupid until they both did some research and it started singling out their individual character traits & that’s what sparked their interests in it.

• He’s a lover at heart so anybody that he loves he has them near and dear to his heart. If he loves you then you’re a 4LIFERRRRR.

AIZETSU

• So he’s the middle child! His Birthday is February 20, 1998 making Zetsy a Pisces baby!

• Much like his past incarnation he’s quiet & monotone if he’s not comfortable around you but once he is comfortable he becomes relaxed and more expressive. Is very introverted.

• He was kind of bullied in school due to his quiet and timid behavior but when asked his opinion on something, much like his older brother Sekido he wouldn’t hold back the truth (it’s always the quiet ones)

• I would like to think that Aizetsu is heavily into meditation because it calms his anxiety and his nerves.

• PLEASE GIVE THIS BABY WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND REASSURANCE!

• Aizetsu works as a computer tech and is very good with technology. He’s been very tech savvy since he was a kid always learning how it functions and knowing the ins and outs of it. He also works part time as a Lyft driver.

• His hidden talent is singing! Like I said in my last post, Aizetsu is a hellllaaaa talented singer but he only does so in private but if he sings around someone that means he’s comfortable with them.

• He’s into Zodiac signs thanks to Karaku. He’s a water sign (Team waterrrr) so he’s really good at seeing through people and strays away from those who he determines to be not good people.

• Doesn’t really go to the gym. He thinks it’s way too many people. Instead he finds alternatives at home and he was blessed with a high metabolism too so that’s a W for him. But don’t let that fool you, under what he covers up, he’s still buff. He is about 6’2, same height as Karaku.

• Made excellent grades in school. Mostly all As and graduated top of his class like his brother. He is currently in college pursuing software engineering and is still doing excellent academically!

• Is a good cook at best. Only sticks to simple stuff and doesn’t really like to go all out. Not particular about food but in the same breath, he does lean towards savory foods.

• Doesn’t have any tattoos but low key wants a treble clef tattoo on his chest or something small.

• Has a pet Bearded dragon named Toothless.

• Smells really good! I think he would smell like Cinnamon. Skin does get irritated during the summer time but it’s not severe. Does get tips from Karaku about skin care.

• Is much more of a tea kind of person and loves herbal tea (chamomile is his favorite)

• Not really much of a sweets kind of person.

• IS A VERY LIGHT SLEEPER. Imagine Karaku x10!! Will wake up if he hears the smallest sound or if the temperature is not to his liking (he keeps his place on 64 degrees AT ALL TIMES).

• Aizetsu is a very gentle, understanding, sweet, and thoughtful person and he has times where he second guesses himself but he definitely has a good crowd of people around him to keep his head held high.

UROGI

• Like his past incarnation he’s the second to last born. His Birthday is January 4th, 1999 ( he’s only 11 months younger than Aizetsu)

• He is most DEFINITELY a wild child lmao! He’s like Karaku x3000 when it comes to getting a thrill out of doing some shit. As a child he used to like to jump off of crazy shit and oddly would not get hurt 😅

• Has always been hella adventurous since he was a young lad. Always loved being outdoors and being in nature and still does in his adulthood. Likes going hiking & climbing. He feels at peace outdoors.

• He once climbed a whole fucking billboard and sat there for like 10 minutes ( Karaku and one of their cousins has a recording of him climbing it)

• Not only is he super flexible and athletic but he’s also very musically inclined too. His singing voice is on par with Aizetsu and he can read and write music (to an extent).

• Urogi works at the same bar as Karaku (Yes they work together) literally trouble but make it double 😂😂. Much to anyone’s surprise they don’t cause THAT much chaos. If Karaku is thing one then Urogi is thing two!

• He also loves coming up with different type of recipes and they are all a hit. Him and Karaku compete to see whose drinks are the best at work but it’s all brotherly competition and never any hard feelings.

• Heavily into gymnastics too & have been since he was little! So you know he keeps his body in great condition and goes to the gym everyday! He is about 6’1 1/2.

• Academically he made a mixture of A’s, B’s, and some C’s. Never went below a C. Is very smart but is whole ass class clown. It only took one time for his parents to get onto him and he never caused any significant distractions again lmao. Did not want to attend college but chose to follow what he felt was good for him. At first his parents were a little mad but they let Urogi decide what was best for him and supported whatever he decided (WE LOVE GOOD NON TOXIC PARENTING 🥹).

• Can cook but absolutely hates doing it. Prefers takeout instead and only cooks when he is in the mood to do so.

• Very much a HEAVY ASS SLEEPER & SNORES. Can probably sleep through a loud ass storm.

• Smells very earthy but not in a bad way. Like a combination of Pine and Sandalwood. (His favorite body wash is Dove Sandalwood for its earthy tone) Has seasonal breakouts but worst during winter (poor baby)

• He definitely smokes weed but by himself or with Karaku.

• His weakness: HE LOVES SWEETS & JUNK FOOD. Mans can literally eat a XL pizza by himself.

• Urogi is all together a very friendly, eclectic, and outgoing person and everyone can’t help but love him (even though he sometimes drives them crazy) 😂

ZOHAKUTEN

• He’s the last born baby of the brothers! He was born July 21st, 2007 so he is a Cancer baby!

• Like Sekido and Aizetsu, Zohakuten is a rather quiet, reserved person. But he is hellllaaaaa blunt. Zohakuten’s tone may come off a bit direct and blunt and a little harsh but I think he means well. (Sometimes)

• INTROVERTED.

• Also like his brother, he DEFINITELY has a resting bitch face and is his dads literally mini me.

• He is very much into art and loves graphic design. He’s also a very skilled digital artist as well.

• As a matter of fact, he drew the dragon design that Sekido has tattooed on his back for his birthday last year.

• He is still in high school and is very close to his senior year!! He makes excellent grades in school with straight A’s and has always.

• He is also a band student too! He plays the snare drums.

• After Highschool he does hope to help his dad out at the studio and work to save up for college. He wants to pursue a career in art.

• Since he still lives at home of course he gets spoiled by his parents but I don’t see him being the petty type like rubbing it in his brothers faces. Hell they be spoiling him too.

• He hits the gym with his brothers when they go. It’s like part of a bonding experience.

• He is about 5’9 ( his mom thinks that he’s on the brink of a major growth spurt.) For more context, their mom is 5’11 (momma a stallionnnn) and their dad is 6’7.

• HE HATES SWEETS! Prefers spicy foods though! Literally will go through a family sized bag of hot chips in 30 minutes and nobody knows how. (Not even me.) 😂😂😂.

• HEAVY ASS SLEEPER! That’s it that’s the post.

• Is willing to learn how to cook but only trusts his mother or Sekido to teach him.

• Karaku got him into zodiac signs too. He didn’t understand the concept at first until he read further and started seeing his attitude traits in what he read on Cancers.

• Not a people person but it is not as bad as his past incarnation where he bathed in hatred. Is willing to make some changes to his attitude and approach especially pursuing a career that deals with customers commissioning him for his arts but PLEASE do not piss him off or rush his work.

• He may not show it but he lovvvveesssss and adores his family!

I genuinely hope you all enjoyed my headcanons. I had been putting it off and putting it off and making revisions but I think that I love my headcanons for them. There are of course some more to come though so keep your eyes peeled. I will eventually start writing for more fandoms but I gotta let this Hantengu clone brainrot out somehow lmao.

I tag: @i-karaku-swear-i-dont-smoke-weed @ch3rriiii-bunn @hakujisstuff @bbkook @its-freaking-jordan @yunaarts

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Part 5 Gangs as Killer Klowns from Outer Space (I like to watch old horror movies for a hobby, especially during Halloween)

Instead of Klowns they’re Aliens that look like humans (Only they wear unique outfits that make them stand out from humans)

La Squadra’s mission is to kill, collect and eat as many humans they can, but before that they have to experiment on them with their Stand Arrows to find ‘Chosen Ones’ (That is, if ‘Chosen Ones’ are on this planet)

Because of the BS that was in Part 5 about where Stands came from (Outer Space) this species naturally has Stands and are experimenting on Humans to see if they have more potential and use their Arrows to figure out if Humans are more useful than a food source (I honestly thought Stands coming from a supernatural source on Earth was cooler than some Disease from space)

Though there’s been no success… Until Darling got shot and survived, meaning she’s one of the ‘Chosen’ and it’s Risotto and his Teams’ job to collect her for her ‘Purpose’ (To breed their dying race, mainly with the strongest of the males like Risotto, Diavolo or Prosciutto)

However, while Bruno and His Gang are the same species, they’re not bloodthirsty, rather they like humanity for their many different things from the cuisine, culture and other things humans have created and have accepted living on Earth because it’s very comfortable and pleasant (They originally came here for that purpose, until they realized Earth is filled with many kind and wonderful people who don’t deserve a cruel fate, so they rebelled against the Boss to live a comfortable and peaceful life)

Darling is an Astronomer who’s friends with Bruno and his Gang, as she doesn’t mind showing him and his friends around her work in the Observatory as she’s mainly the only person who works there in general (That’s something I thought would be cool to add in)

Darling was shocked to see a comet crash in the woods and wanted to explore it, and encounter a strange pink haired man named Doppio who’s hurt, so she takes him with her to get treatment (Not realizing he’s an Alien as well as him being the 2nd hand man to the Leader of these cruel and sadistic alien monsters)

Doppio becomes smitten by Darling as she’s so nice and sweet towards him and asks his Boss if she can be spared since she’s so nice and sweet to him (Diavolo accepts since Darling is a ‘Chosen One’ and will allow Doppio to share her with him since Darling has been sweet to his Doppio)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space is honestly a very funny and amusing movie

Ohoho nice! Outfit wise I feel like they'd where Venice carnival mix avant-garde inspired attire to keep that uneasy clownish look.

I love this idea and I'd love to expand upon it cuz tbh, I have a huge thing for aliens. (I might just even write up a scene involving darling and la sqaudra if people want it 😉)

Bucci gang were considered the outcasts of their species. Eventually the decided to stay on earth and integrate with humans. They blew up their craft, so everyone else is under the assumption that the were killed. So the next fleet, La squadra is quite a bit more violent.

Darling is a close friend of the bucci group so when she begins to show the signs of the stand mutation there all worried. Another fleet has come and darling going to get taken back to their planet.

They don't know how to tell her. Before even having the chance to she's approached by Melone who tries to set up a "date" (really just a way to capture her) but she abandons it when she sees a comet crash.

She investigates and finds Doppio unconscious. Brings him back to hers and he immediately notices the mutation and brings it up to their ruler, Diavolo. Who is happy to hear their efforts have bore fruit. He's tasked Doppio to take darling to him and la sqaudra is pissed. They were the ones to discover her so they should have the right to claim her.

Poor bucci gang has to try and protect her. Maybe even at one point they're revealed to be the same species that are hunting her. Making her begin to distrust them since who knows if they just want her for themselves.