#he is two years old so it can't be a baby tooth?? right?

[running-in-the-dark]

our cat Coco had 20 teeth removed just a few weeks ago. and now.... our other cat Freddie has a loose tooth.... I'm gonna lose it (I'm mad about that being a pun.)

[harrowharkwife]

i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.

they're his.

palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.

and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.

but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.

they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.

the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)

palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.

(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)

(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)

remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.

in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.

the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.

we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."

they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.

but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.

palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.

harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.

nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.

[cloudyskydreams]

Hello, could you do a one shot of Sans looking Reader's photo album when she was little?

This is so cute 🥺 you absolutely can, Thanks so much for requesting sorry it took me a bit to get to it! I had a lot of fun with this one even though it was a struggle to find motivation! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did!

You had convinced Sans to do a bit of spring cleaning, it was mostly you doing a majority of the work and him being your emotional support but he did help a a little bit.

While cleaning out your closet you had come upon a box of your old things and of course got distracted going through it. You were having a good time going through all of your little keepsakes from over the years and the stories that went along with them until you struck gold at the very bottom of the box. An old photo album you had been gifted a few years ago filled to the brim with photos of you as a tiny tot and a camera full of home videos. You squeal in excitement as you head over to the bed.

"Sans, look at this!" He looks at what you have in your hands and his grin grows.

"im booking babe, what is it?"

You throw open the cover and the first page is filled with baby photos, there's one of you in a cute little inside and one with you and your favorite stuffed animal. "A photo album!" You cheer and sit next to him setting the book in between you.

Sans looks down intrigued by the photos in front of him and his eyelights expand slightly upon taking on the sight of baby you.

"so small..." He says softly as he looks over the photos. You flip the page and there's a few of you as a baby dressed up in different outfits and mostly with family.

The first photo in the page is of you still in the hospital "This is right after I was born!" You say happily showing him and his eyelights almost fill his sockets as he stares at the photo.

"are all human children that small when first born?" he asks and you're surprised he didn't pun then again he sounds genuinely curious.

"Yup we're all pretty small, and weak too can't even lift our heads up at first gotta be gentle with babies." You giggle.

"makes sense thanks for the heads up babe." His grin widens and you groan playfully before returning your attention to the photo album in front of you.

"Oh! This one's from when I lost my first tooth!" You point to the photo and then launch into an explanation over how you had lost said tooth. Sans listens with rapt attention a gentle smile on his face as he takes in your story while watching your expressions.

He looks back to the photo album when you're done "tooth be told you were a cute kid, what's this one from?" He points to a photo of your child self with a few other kids dressed up in costumes.

"Halloween! My mom made that costume herself she was really proud of it." You smile down at the photo before flipping the page again.

The next photo you point out is of you standing next to a woman with flour coating your hair and hands. There's a small splotch of it on your cheek as well as you give a toothy smile to the camera.

"Heh this one was a night me and mom decided to bake some cookies, I made such a mess. Those are still my favorite cookie to this day too." You giggle thinking about the memory.

"heh thought you had that flour power huh?" You giggle and nudge his arm gently.

"That one was pretty bad babe."

"awh dishes br-egging my heart."

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the book as your bonefriend chuckles next to you.

There's a few more photos on this page some with family and some with just you. There's one of you with your childhood pet. You excitedly tell Sans about said pet and how much you had loved that sweet baby.

The two of you look through your photos for awhile. Sans seems happy to be able to see you as a kid and his eyelights remain dilated the entire time he's looking at the photos. You laugh over a few stories and cry over others but it's a good time.

After the photo album is done you grab the camera and turn it on. "Ohh Sans look these are my first steps." You turn the camera to Sans and he watches as a baby you hesitantly stands up and takes a few shaky steps before falling down.

Sans gently takes the camera from you and you rest your head on his shoulderbone as he starts to flip through the videos and photos.

He laughs over a video of you completely covered in baby powder at the age of 3 looking like a walking powdered doughnut.

The next video is of you dancing to a populat pop song at the time singing your heart out as your parents cheer you on. Sans chuckles as he watches your little body dance around the small screen dramatically.

There's even a few videos and selfies that you took yourself when you were old enough to work the camera and Sans seemed to really love watching little you playing with their toys like it's a reality TV show.

"you were such a cute kiddo babe, I'll have to whip out mine and Paps old albums sometime." He says softly as he hands the camera back to you.

"Eee I'd love to see some cute little babybones!" You squeal and pack up the box again being extra gentle with the pieces of your childhood.

After that the cleanings pretty much done for as you had lost motivation after going through the box and you flopped onto the bed to cuddle with Sans as you watched a movie. While watching the movie though you're distracted by a thought the entire time.

"Hey Sans... What do you think our baby would look like?" Sans makes a choked sound. His face holds a shocked expression and there's a slight blush to his face as he looks at you.

"...wanna find out?"

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Can paper towel be an okay substrate for a snake long-term?

Paper towel is generally best as a short-term substrate, for when a snake is in quarantine or you need to keep a very close eye on their waste for whatever reason.

More natural substrates run circles around paper towel in almost every category, really. It's easier for snakes to perform natural behaviors, but you also have to swap out paper towel at least once a week, whereas if you're diligent about spot-cleaning, you can go months between deep cleans with natural substrates.

I only have a couple snakes that I keep on paper towel long-term for whatever reason, and it's just so inconvenient compared to other substrates. One snake I keep on paper towel (at least until he's at least two years old and has a stronger immune system) is my Mexican black kingsnake Ed, and I keep him on paper towel because he had a very persistent recurring tooth infection as a baby, so he needs to be eating in very sterile conditions and I need to know ASAP if there are any irregularities with his bowel movements. Even though it's necessary for him right now, I can't wait to change it because he's a very messy eater (in typical kingsnake fashion) and I feel like I have to change the towels at least a few times a week.

That's probably why it's so hard for me to get good pictures of him, now that I think about it - like every picture I get of Ed looks like this. Little black snake + paper towels that he likes to hide under = bad pictures.

[kechiwrites]

Just read white flag and UUUUUUUGH my heart hurts and my head hurts and my nose is all stopped up. Ugly crying is the only way to go about this.

Then I started thinking, how torn up would ghost have been if Tommy knew nothing about him. And when he asks (as all kids do) reader let years of anger and hate guide her tongue when she tells their son she doesn't know the big scary man but she won't let him hurt them. I just can't rn. I hurt my own damn feelings and I just stopped crying from reading your last fic.

no because let's talk about it!

toxic baby daddy ghost x reader : angst of course, slightly suggestive content, hints at dubious consent, no proofreading, we die like reader's empathy, no gendered language, no use of y/n ever

imagine you swinging open the front door, tommy all knotted up in the legs of your pants, four years old and so insanely bright, smart for his age, all the preschool teachers say so. he's all sweet voice and chubby cheeks and little hands that cling to you just a bit tighter when the big man dressed in black fills your doorway.

the skull mask is firmly in place, like he couldn't be bothered to change into his civvies, and you would laugh if you weren't so sure it would end in heaving, desperate sobs. His eyes burn a hole into your face, hovering over your mouth, your eyes, your nose, your throat; cataloguing what's the same, studying what's different. you hope to god he's committed it all to memory, the disgust in your gaze, the anger that curls your lip, because you'll do your level best to ensure he never gets the chance to see it again.

"who're you?" tommy inquires, when it's clear that the two of you are just going to fucking stand there and immediately ghost's gaze slinks lower, until he's staring at your son, like he can't believe the little boy is right there. your boy, for all his vocal, youthful curiosity, hides under the scrutiny, and his fear spurs you into action. you scoop him up, a task that gets harder by the day, and heft him onto your hip.

"he's no one, sweetie." you slam the door closed with your free hand and thank god he doesn't think to wedge his foot in before it shuts completely. later, you think, vindictively, victoriously; 'i did that, that defeated look in his eye', after all, if he wanted tommy to know him, to love him, then maybe he should've let you take a picture of his face as is, given you something to show your kid at the very least when he inevitably asked where the fuck he came from. better yet, maybe he shouldn't have poured acid all over the relationship you'd once had. maybe he should've stuck around instead of leaving you to fend for your goddamn self. when you tuck tommy in, he asks after "the man" again, the ghoul newly haunting your neighbourhood. his voice is subdued, sleepy and yet somehow still shaky with fear.

"i would never let him hurt you, baby." you whisper, and his grateful, baby-toothed smile solidifies a whisper of a thought into a full blown plan. by the next morning, half of your bedroom is packed up, and when tommy stirs awake, you pitch a "road trip to grandma's". 14 hours away will just have to be far enough, for now anyway. this didn't actually happen, of course. you were too shellshocked to give ghost what he oh so rightly deserved. you'd gaped and gawked and stepped to the side when he inclined his head like he wanted to come in because even after four lonely years, the two of you still sustain a language of sounds and gestures and touches so soft the memory of them nearly ceased to exist after they were done. he stuck around for hours, introducing himself to tommy, shaking your baby's hand in a sterile show of his own discomfort, hunkering down in your living room while you guided tommy through your night time routine. once your son was snug in his bed, snoring softly, ghost used your shock to intrude on your personal space, used your hesitation to touch you, first gentle, then harder. until you cede to familiar sensation.

teehee!

baby blue masterlist

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Milestones [a Jay and Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Family life, Frankie is a soft girl!dad, allusions to sex and breeding kink at the end.

Words: 1,306

Summary: It's Alma's first day of school, and Frankie's emotional about his little baby that got so big.

A/N: @rambling-in-purple asked for "Anything to do with baby/kid milestones. First steps, first tooth falling out, starting school... Frankie being all emotional and Jay being '"'yep they grow that's what they do'", so here goes. I hope you like it!

"Come on, crew, let's move like we got a purpose!" Jay pokes her head into Alma's room while passing on her way to the bathroom with Bianca.

"Almost done," Frankie frowns, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration while he finishes Alma's French braids. He's more nimble with his fingers, and has spent a lot more time in Youtube braiding school, so he's usually in charge of fixing Alma's hair. Today is a special day, and her hair needs to be perfect.

"Don't wanna be late for first day of school," Jay reminds them both, already further down the hall. Bianca needs a quick wash before getting dressed, and then it's off to daycare with her before Frankie and Jay are to leave their firstborn at school.

Frankie is the nostalgic one of the two, but Jay can't help but reminisce about the first few years with Alma. She was always headstrong, independent, and fearless, and starting her education doesn't seem to phaze her at all. Helping Bianca, who's now two and a half, get dressed, Jay still doesn't miss the days of trying to get Alma dressed in time for daycare. Alma's first full sentence was a defiant "Alma can self!" that her parents always tried to respect, but sometimes there just was no time for her slow and meticulous procedures. Bianca is less concerned with being helped. Then again, Alma was always a grinder, trying and trying until she got the hang of things. Bianca barely seems interested in trying, until she one day surprises everyone by just doing it, as if she knew all along how to but didn't care to share it.

Returning downstairs with Bianca, Jay finds Frankie handing Alma her backpack. When he turns to her, she can see that he's close to bursting into tears. She shoots him a grin that's equal parts taunting and comforting, and he smiles back.

"I'm good," he tells her.

"Until we say goodbye to her," Jay adds knowingly. Frankie chuckles, and grabs the car keys.

"Probably. But honestly, where did the time disappear? How is she so old already?"

Jay looks around for Bianca's daycare bag, before seeing that Frankie's already put it by the door.

"Time works like that," she tells him before shooing her family out the door. "Okay, I think we got everything, let's go, crew."

She was right all along. When they watch Alma skip happily into the school building, Frankie sniffles and has to wipe at his eyes.

"Please," Jay sighs, but she takes Frankie's hand in hers as they walk back to the car. "You did this when we put away the stroller. You did this when she lost her first tooth. You'll do it when she loses her last baby tooth, and when she graduates elementary school, when she gets her license, gets into college, moves to college - "

"Oh god, I can't even think about that!" Frankie shakes his head. "Why can't they stay small forever?"

"Kids grow, that's kind of their thing," Jay shrugs. They get into the car, Frankie in the driver's seat. Jay sends him a teasing look.

"Can I trust you to drive...?"

"I'll do my best," he replies with some dignity, and starts the car. Jay puts her hand on his thigh and squeezes it gently.

"I know, baby." Her voice is low, and he knows it's not him bucking up that she understands. He places his hand on hers, long, thick fingers folding around hers.

///

Alma's first school day goes great, and when her family picks her up, she's more than willing to go back the next day. The afternoon is sunny, so the girls play outside while Jay and Frankie pull up weeds. Alma gets to decide dinner and picks bbq skewers, so Frankie fires up the grill, and Jay picks vegetables in the garden while the chicken thaws in the kitchen. After dinner, they help Alma with her first homework assignment: colouring a pre-printed stock picture that describes her summer. The teacher had presented class with various different pictures, and Alma had picked one with flowers, because she had spent most of her summer in the garden, playing but also learning how to grow vegetables. She draws some tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers next to the flowers, while Jay helps her prep for what she wants to say about her choice of picture.

The kids go down easily enough that night, and a few hours later, Jay and Frankie go to bed. Jay's almost asleep when there's a deep, wet sigh from Frankie. She blinks, orients herself, then frowns.

"Come on, stop bawling, man."

"I can't help it," he sniffles. "Our baby is all grown up."

"I'm warning you, Francisco..."

He rolls over, facing her, and collects her in his arms. "I need a hug."

She sighs theatrically and pats his back.

"There, there, there..."

Frankie chuckles despite himself.

"I'm serious!"

"Fine."

She embraces him, helps him settle against her, and buries her fingers in his thick hair, graying charmingly since a couple of years back. He sighs again, relaxing against her, and a small smile appears on Jay's lips. It doesn't matter that she thinks he's overly sentimental at times; she wouldn't change him for the world.

"You know that this is what parenting is about, right?" she reminds him in a murmur.

"Yeah. I just feel like we moved in here last month, and now it's been two years, and she started school, and soon we'll be sending off Bianca to school..."

"They'll be home for years to come."

"I know. I just feel like I missed so much time with them when they were younger, and when I was away."

She knows what away means: the month he slept on Benny's couch. It's been over two years, but his betrayal to his family still haunts him.

"I know, baby." She strokes his hair, pulls him closer to her. "But you're here now, we're both here, and we're lucky enough to not have to work for a living right now. doesn't that count for something?"

"It does." He draws a deep breath and sighs it out. "And I'm so proud of her. She'll do great."

"They both will," Jay agrees. Frankie lifts his head, and finds her lips in the dark. There's a hint of salt in his kiss, but it's quickly forgotten when he rolls on top of her.

"Let's make another." His voice is warm and low against Jay's neck.

"Another what?"

"Duh. Another baby." He kisses her neck, slowly, elaborately. Distracted, Jay passes her fingers through his hair.

"Are you serious?"

"Only half."

"Francisco."

He stops his ministrations and faces her. In the dark, she can't see his eyes, but she knows he's looking right at her.

"You seriously want another baby?" she asks in a low voice.

"You know I want a dozen kids with you," he tells her, "but we're both over forty, and those two are a handful as they are."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said. Jay, if you want another baby, I'm game. But I'm happy with the family I have."

He cups her cheek, seeks her lips for a kiss.

"I love you." A new kiss. "I love our girls." Another. "I love being a dad."

A familiar, exciting pull has replaces the tiredness in Jay's limbs, and she puts her arms around Frankie's waist.

"I love you too, Frankie. Let's just stick with the two we have, okay? Although I do miss the sex we had when I was pregnant."

He grins against her lips, his knee pushing in between her thighs.

"Now see, that we can do something about, there's always pretend, isn't there..."

A shiver runs up Jay's spine. "Then hurry up and put a baby in me, daddy..."

[haine-kleine]

a slightly surrealistic take on why the Dabi is never around:

when Touya was still in coma, AFO didn't let go of his plan to prepare the boy as his future vessel. the state of his body allowed AFO to take more risks with him, and thus he gave Touya an experimental quirk he engineered, one that could give him Yoichi back. the quirk can take the user to the alternate universe where his greatest desire is fulfilled, while still keeping them tethered to their original reality, allowing to freely move between the worlds if they so desire.

when Touya woke up from the coma and ran back home, the shock of what he saw there had activated his new quirk. he is thirteen again. he is also the only son of Todoroki Enji, Fuyumi is now his only sibling. his hair is red again, like it used to be, like it always was supposed to be, and he doesn't burn anymore, the grotesque skin grafts only an uncomfortable memory. his father looks at him with such pride it takes Touya's breath away. he got so used to having to beg for sideway glances from his dad, like the very sight of Touya makes him ashamed. this new world is a dream come true, everything he ever wanted put directly into his palms. his body does not betray him, his father entrusted his dream to him, his heir, his only heir, his mother and sister supporting him instead of turning away from him.

and then he remembers Shouto. little Shouto, who was born perfect, born to replace him. he remembers attacking him when he was just a baby. he was so little then, and he vividly recalls the burning hatred that consumed him, how much he wanted Shouto, that perfect thing, gone.

Shouto was never born in this world. as Touya thrives in this dreamlike reality, he can't help thinking about the missing parts. did his dream kill Shouto? did it kill Natsuo? is he worse than the father he left behind in that horrible world, the father that made children like objects to be used? the more he thinks about it, the less enjoyable this new world becomes to him. his mother, who looks at him and at Enji with such open fondness, his sister who is his best friend now, who proudly tells her classmates about her brother, who is training to become the greatest hero, his father who doesn't even seem like the same man he had been chasing for nine years. his own selfish happiness. is all of that worth the price two little boys paid for it? is he truly so self centered to think his happiness is more important than the lives of his own brothers? had his father not stopped him, would he have actually killed little Shouto?

as he starts dwelling on this more and more, missing his little brothers, fixating on the guilt of erasing them from existence by proxy of being born the 'right way', he activates the quirk again. in the new universe he is 10 years old, and as soon as he sees Natsuo he bursts into tears. his little brother worriedly asks what father did this time, and Touya can't form any reply, pulling Natsuo in a tight hug. this is the first time Natsuo's brother has hugged him. later, when Touya calms down enough to stop squeezing Natsuo like he's going to disappear, the boys leave their shared room. what Touya sees next doesn't make any sense.

'Touya-nii, Natsu-nii, let's play!' a tiny boy with a gap toothed smile and rosy cheeks holds out a ball to them.

Shouto had never been allowed to step foot in the hall on this side of the building. father never allowed them to even look at each other directly. Touya's breath catches in his throat, his heart starting to beat rapidly. he hears the loud footsteps that are about to be followed by screaming, why did Shouto think this was a good idea to come here-

then the real Enji passes them by, reminding Shouto about the afternoon training, ruffling Touya's hair on his way to leave.

if the previous world was a dream come true, this one is extremely confusing.

eventually he learns that the difference here is that he had never attacked Shouto, and his father had never isolated his youngest brother from the rest of the siblings. all four of the Todoroki children are allowed to spend time together. remembering the heavy weight Natsuo and Shouto's absence put on his chest in the previous world, he decides to let go. it was him who wanted all of his siblings, and he already got to live his dream once. his vulnerability to fire is back, and the memory of burning alive is suddenly a vivid nightmare keeping him up at night. he looks at his mother's calm, relaxed face, as she watches a movie with the children. he thinks back to the stitched up, unfamiliar face he saw looking back at him in the hospital mirror. he thinks back to Fuyumi-chan's words, from when they were little. she doesn't want to see him hurt. he doesn't want to be hurt either. is it really so bad to let go? he glances at his family. Shouto is snoring his icy snot bubble with his head on their mother's knees. Natsuo is gripping Touya's shirt tightly, pushing his head into his shoulder, pretending he is not crying about the sentimental scene that is happening on the screen. Fuyumi is invested in the movie, but after hearing Touya's snort glances at their younger brothers and exchanges a grin with him. the calmness he feels here is like a warm blanket, the comfort such a faraway memory he had almost forgotten this feeling. would it really be so bad to let go and enjoy it?...

he wakes up once again. he is not at home and he is alone this time. 'wake up, sleepyhead', ghosts of children whisper to him, and the dread starts to sink in. he is back in his original world, the garish scars on his whole body as stark as he remembers them. he learns that two years have passed since he woke up from coma. he is no longer a middle schooler, Todoroki Enji's heir training to become the number one hero, nor a ten years old boy surrounded by an accepting and caring family. he is an adult, covered in self inflicted scars, with nowhere to go to. he feels like a child who had his candy taken away. it's so unfair! were those worlds just dreams his sick mind hallucinated while he was in another coma, and who on earth had been taking care of him this time?

this sends him back to the first alternate universe. he is back to being Enji's pride, separated from his brothers.

this goes on for a long time, as he clumsily learns to control this world travelling quirk. he spends as much time as possible in the two worlds, using them to escape the progressively glaring reality of the time slipping through his fingers, becoming a disfigured homeless adult having to fend for himself. on a particularly nasty night, his hunger and loneliness equally suffocating, he decides to come back home. if being away from his family is the main problem, then he can simply come back, can't he? maybe, if he stayed when he came back for the first time, if he didn't start crying and ran away from the sight of his father training his youngest brother in his place, if he revealed himself, they would have accepted him like they did in the second world. he misses the comforting chill of his mother's touch. he misses his father, the memories of the monster who beat his mother and his youngest son drifting away in the mess of the conflicting memories he made as a world traveler. he looks down at his reflection in the muddy puddle, the street lights painting his rough features red. he takes a deep breath, and heads in the direction of the Todoroki mansion.

he doesn't even get past the gate before Endeavor's sidekick almost arrests him. Enji joins in to the chase, and the cold derisive detachment his father looks at him makes him stumble. he escapes on pure adrenaline, overexerting his quirk and nearly burning both of his arms off. this is how he meets Giran. this is when he decides to stay in this world permanently. even if it feels like being thrown out from heaven straight to hell, he can't indulge in this escapism anymore, wasting the years he has left in the real world. he has to steel himself and make do with the life he has in this world, separated from his family. Todoroki Touya was left behind in the past, in other worlds, a faraway concept buried by time and space and impossibility of his existence, stretched thin between three different lives.

***

Dabi is a very weird individual. it’s a commonly accepted opinion in the League of Villains, a group consisting exclusively of weird individuals.

Shigaraki won’t tell this to anyone, but the initial reason he let Dabi join, let him stay, despite his rudeness and open lack of interest in his, his leader's case, is because the man is a mystery, one even his Sensei is fascinated with. when he disappears without any warning for the first time, Shigaraki uses all of his resources to try and track Dabi, to punish him for his betrayal. a week goes by, and he turns to Sensei with a humble request for help. his Sensei doesn't even appear angry with his failure, informs him that Dabi is going to be impossible to find until he allows himself to be. Shigaraki knows that Dabi has a fire quirk, how is this possible? does he have an ally who will hide him with their quirk? but even Giran didn’t know where the man disappeared to, didn’t crack even when Shigaraki made Twice, the sweet unassuming man he knew Giran trusted, contact him asking for help with locating Dabi. he ponders this, scratching viciously at his neck (Kurogiri pulls his hands away), and the look on his Sensei’s face, an almost gleeful smile, the proud tone of his voice, make him stop.

does Dabi actually have two quirks?..

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despite the common notion, Toga is not actually the harebrained cutesy teenage girl that she pretends to be. what she is, is a good judge of character, and a very good actor. it takes one to know one, and she cracks Dabi’s mask before she even learns the man’s name. everything about him feels artificial. she knows Shigaraki and Spinner are pissed at him for not being serious about the League of Villains. she feels Dabi isn’t serious about anything. the more time she spends around him, the more she feels like she is interacting with a very bad actor who landed a role he never wanted to participate in. when he is not active on villain duty, it’s like he isn’t sure what his script should be, hiding behind his phone most of the time.

 still, when Shigaraki throws his second tantrum because Dabi came back after two weeks of no contact, she finds the sulking man hiding from everyone in the garage.

“you should learn to be a better actor, if you want to pull your thing off”, she tells him in a serious voice. it’s their first serious interaction, and Toga feels like a predator stalking her prey. no matter how much Dabi shows off his scars and throws insults around, he can’t hide the fast pumping of his heart. she allows herself to look at him, really look at him at him, and she finds that his glittery blue eyes don’t belong on his face. his eyes are too honest, too open, raw emotion presented like an open book. after a long moment of silent eye contact, he slumps in defeat, hugging his knees and making such forlorn sight that Toga almost feels bad for him.

“i will, just don't tell on me”.

no one is sure how old Dabi actually is, his voice so raspy it could belong to a serial smoker or to an old man, his face too damaged by the scars to make any age lines identifiable, but sometimes the things he says, the tone of his voice, make Toga think of a boy, rather than a man.

[slutforelliealways]

Let me go.

A mysterious girl who somehow always comes to the rescue when your boyfriend Darren screws up. What's her motive?

"You good?"

You look up from the ground to find Ellie Williams beside you, "yeah."

"I don't mean to pry, but shit seemed to get real in there. Just wanted to make sure you're straight," she was puffing on a joint and held it out for you, "where are my manners. You want some?"

"Can I help you with something?"

She smirks, "you could have just said no thank you."

"No thank you," you say as you walk past her and back into the party. "Has anyone seen Darren?" You shout over the crowd of sweaty people.

"I think he was in the bathroom the last time I saw him!" A drunk girl slurred.

You nod a thank you at her and head to the upstairs bathroom, "Darren! I'm not done talking to you!" You'd been seeing Darren on and off for around three years, it started freshman year of college and moved quickly downhill from there. He was a typical artist type douchebag, wooed you with a guitar and a song made 'just' for you. Every couple of months though, you'd catch him putting on a show for another girl, or kissing her, or straight up fucking her. And every couple of months you'd stupidly take him back.

He was in the bathroom crouched over the toilet seat snorting a line with another girl, you crouched beside him and gave him a smile.

"Hell yeah baby take that shit with me," he hollered at you.

You got in real close to the lines neatly placed on the infested toilet seat, looked him dead in the eye, and blew the lines into the air. "Fuck you!"

"What the fuck!" He screamed, "that shit was expensive what kind of fuck shit are you on tonight for real? You've been acting crazier than usual recently."

"I've been acting crazy?" You stood up, "you know what Darren?"

"What baby? Oh please I can't wait to hear this one."

You took a good look at him, made sure to memorize his blue eyes and sharp jawline, his eyebrow piercing and the slightly crooked bottom tooth on the left side. You made sure to think about the first time you knew you were in love with him, and then, "I'm out."

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Darren had taken you to the party so you got stuck walking home, you had a couple drinks earlier in the night as well which made you stumble a bit in your heels, "this is awesome. Couldn't have asked for a better night."

"You need a ride?" Ellie Williams, again, in her beat up pick-up truck.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking thank you," your steps quickened.

She pulled over and jumped out of her truck, "I never said you weren't!" She jogged to catch up, "but it's freezing out here and you're not wearing a lot to keep you warm."

You stopped in your tracks and looked down at your outfit, she was right you weren't wearing a lot. A cute tank top and some cut off jorts was the only thing keeping some heat on your body, but it wasn't enough. Your skin became instantly aware of the brisk wind blowing directly in your face and you developed goosebumps on your legs and arms. "Fine," you say as you turn around in defeat and walk back to her truck.

She opened your door for you and you pretended not to notice, nor care. When she started the vehicle she turned the heat on and blasted it to get some warmth on you as quickly as possible. "It's an old truck I apologize for the slow heater."

You gave her a side glance and then looked back out the window, "it's fine." You mumbled under your breath.

Ellie Williams was no stranger to you, she'd been in at least two of your classes since you'd started going to college. Her reputation for sticking to her close friend group and never dating peaked your interest at first, but you weren't going to college to date and when Darren came along it moved her to the bottom of the lists for love interests. Don't get it wrong, you snuck glances and shared the occasional classroom snack with her. But you never took it beyond that. It was almost, forbidden. Like the apple Eve knew she shouldn't bite. Poison, but so delightfully delicious.

"You life off 9th street?" She asked softly.

"Yes."

"Me too."

You turned to look at her, she was watching the road carefully. "I've never seen you." Barely a whisper rolled off your tongue.

"I've never let you," she chuckled.

Your eyebrow furrowed, but you shook it off as your apartment building came into view. "Right here thanks." You stepped out of the truck, "I'll see you in class."

"Looking forward to it," she smirked.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------So I want this to keep you on your toes, I haven't decided an ending yet so don't ask I won't tell.

[brionysea]

it's about joyce screaming at lonnie that NYU has been jonathan's dream school since he was six and how jonathan is so confident in who he is in comparison to the other young characters to the point where he can see through nancy's conformity and reassure will that being a freak is way better than being normal and jonathan spending most of his screentime looking after his family or following nancy around and the one time he really stood up for himself (clashing with various adults over will's disappearance and fighting steve because he disrespected his family is outsourced and different) is when nancy screwed up and got them fired from their summer jobs which he takes more seriously than her because opportunities are harder to come by for the byers than the girl from the two-storey house on maple street and jonathan being so stressed out over the presented options of going to school with nancy or staying close to his family and the possibility of NYU doesn't even come up because he's not thinking about his future anymore

and it's about will's family worrying about him and will feeling babied by it and will needing mike and the cultural idea at the time that queer boys like him can't have romantic love while women like el must have romantic love (even if there is no romantic love there at all e.g. the precedent the wheeler parents have set which nancy and mike have to fight tooth and nail not to continue perpetuating for the rest of their lives) and how will and el need to swap places because they're not meant for what they have right now and how mike loves taking care of will and how will lets him and how jonathan's growth is being stalled because mike and will's progress is being stalled because will's end point is growing up and getting what he wants and leaving his family and telling them that he'll be okay and they don't need to worry about him anymore and that jonathan can live his own life now and it was always unfair to ask him to put everything he wants on hold for everyone else

and it's about nancy bristling at the future steve represents because she doesn't want the van with six children she has dreams she has ambition she wants to make a difference in the world and her ambitions clash with jonathan's whenever careers or university come up and they try to do every little thing together and it just doesn't work but at their core they still want the same things - jonathan was thinking about university at six years old - and maybe that means different schools and long distance and talking things out which would require jonathan not giving up his dreams for everyone else or maybe that means different schools and parting ways and leading their own lives and jonathan not giving up his dreams for everyone else but the end point is the same

so no, i don't agree that jonathan is badly written or has no character arc, and i vehemently diagree that jonathan needs to die for will. that would be directly antithetical to the point they're trying to make with his character. he's supposed to live

[minty-mumbles]

Hey! I know your not continuing to write the Mermaid AU, but I was wondering if you had any additional headcanons that you would be willing to share.

Sure! Here's some character fun facts!

Wind:

The youngest of them all at 9/10 years old

He's an orangey-brown color right now, but when he's a juvenile, he'll turn a brighter orange. As an adult, he'll get light blue stripes, similar to a lionfish.

His original pod lost him when he was about 5/6. They were attacked by a larger pod that wanted their territory. They lost, and in the panic to flee, Wind got left behind. The invading pod wasn't going to kill him, because he was just a pup, so they dumped him at the edge of the territory.

Wild:

Based off deep sea creatures. He's a dark blue, with teal accents starting to coming in. He has large but delicate fins, sharp teeth, and bioluminescence

Despite his delicate fins, he's still the best fighter out of himself, Hyrule, and Wind, so he ended up in more than his fair share of fights in the past. A lot of his fins are shredded.

His species are typically solitary. Hyrule's is too. At first, the two of them were just friends that happened to live near each other. Then they found little Wind wandering around and they were like okay, we need to form a pod for the sake of this pup. The three of them wander, trying to stay out of other pods territory and find somewhere to settle.

Hyrule:

He's an octopus mer. He's a muted dark green color. As he's at the age where Mers become juveniles, his colors are starting to change. The green is starting to brighten, and the beginning of gold freckles are starting to cover him.

He has healing magic, which is rare and very valued by Mers. He has to be carefully to not any one know, or else he might end up forcibly adopted into someone's pod. This is what he thinks is happening when Legend finds him and invited him back to camp.

Because he and Wild are solitary species, they don't integrate into the larger pod well at first. They're stand offish, and disappear often. But they stay for WInd's sake

Time:

He's huge, as Mers don't stop growing as they age, and he's pretty old. He's mainly white, but he has a few blue and red stripes. He's covered in scars because of his age.

He has a mate, Malon. She is an actual deep sea Mer. She can't visit the surface for more than. few days, and he can't visit her for more than a few days, but they make it work.

Twilight:

He's a dark green with subtle black and brown markings.

He can survive in fresh water for a few days, so sometimes he swims into the nearby rivers and hunts there.

He wears a seal pelt around his shoulders, and had an orca tooth necklace.

The necklace is actually magic. He can use it to transform into an orca

Legend:

He and Ravio are based off the rabbit sea slugs. Legend is a baby pink color, while Ravio is a deeper purple. Yeah, the both of them have the little antenna things

He can't swim very fast, because, you know. Sea slug. So he has an enchanted tail ring that allows him to move faster if he has too. (Like his pegasus boots)

Warriors:

He's a royal blue color, with orange markings along the edge of his fins.

Second in command of the pod. When Time is off visiting his mate, Warriors in in charge

Four:

He's based off a beta fish. He's a Chimera. He absorbed his twin in the egg, so he's split down the middle. On one side he's green that fades to red on his fins, and on the other side he's blue which fades to purple.

He's the smallest in the pod by a wide margin. He's even smaller than Wind.

He bites

He's the most territorial Mer in the pod.

Sky:

He's based off those flying fish that can launch themselves out of the water. He's red with silver wings.

He's courting a Mer from the neighboring pod (Sun)

There's this huge grouper- like truly large, the size of Sky himself- that hangs out around their camp. Sky has practically adopted it, and has named it Crimson.

[sillybilly-55]

Ranpo Edogawa x Y/N Fukuzawa

little spoiler: Your daughter asks you how did you met her father

warnings: Here may be bad grammar. Sorry guys

You were cooking for the dinner. Since Dianne was born, cooking dinner got a little bit harder. Only to please that little spoiled baby.

"Hey, mommy." greeted Dianne trying to sit on her chair in the kitchen.

You left all the utensils in your hand and helped her sit comfortably in the chair.

"Yes, sweetie?" your voice asked suddenly.

"I was watching a movie where two lovers were talking about how did they met each other. I am curious how did you met daddy."

Slightly surprised by her sudden curiosity you looked at her. Unfortunately she didn't do the same. She had cupped those rosy, chubby cheeks in her even smaller little hands as she admired the cookie jar. Sighing, you took a cookie out of the jar and handed it to her.

“How did I meet your father? Tough question,” you murmured trying to remember. “I think it all started when… HEY, DON'T PUT ALL THE COOKIES IN YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE. YOU WILL DROWN! I see, you inherited his sweet tooth pretty damn well, Dianne."

(15 years ago)

Yukichi Fukuzawa, your father, took him in. Since then he became your true best friend.

"Y/N, can I get a cup of tee?" Mister Fukuzawa looked right next to him. "Pardon, two cups of tee."

"It will be done in five minutes, father" you turned around barely looking at the new guest.

As for a few minutes your elegant and penetrating voice was heard from the kitchen.

"The tee's ready" you said as you placed a cup of tea in front of your father. "I didn't make it very sweet. I know you don't like it that way."

You turned to the right side where Ranpo was.

"I'm sorry sir…" you said awkwardly.

"Ranpo Edogawa, that's my name" he winked at you. "You don't have to tell me sir anyway, we're the same age." he continued in a slightly hoarse but manly voice. He was clearly in puberty.

"How do you know we're the same age?" you asked curiously when you thought better of it.

"I do not tell you." Ranpo teased you in a playful tone.

"By the way," he continued, "I like tea incredibly sweet so try to remember that next time" he winked again.

"Y/N, I want to talk to Ranpo about a mission so I'll ask you to go in your room" Fukuzawa said.

"Okay, father" you said disappointed.

You went to your room with your eyes tearing trying to not make your father nor Ranpo, looking at you in that state. But too bad, Ranpo noticed.

"So Ranpo..." Fukuzawa continued the conversation.

"Old man, I am sleepy. My brain does not work well if I don't sleep. May I stay out of this mission today?

"Fine" said Fukuzawa tired. "Go ask Y/N where you can sleep."

"Thanks, old man" said Ranpo rushing through your door.

Knock, knock, knock

"Hey Y/N, is me Ranpo. Open the door please."

The sound of your tears was replaced by the sound of your hurried footsteps towards the door.

"Ranpo, weren't you supposed to go on the mission with my dad?" Y/N asked trying to wipe the traces of tears from her eyes as she wished that Ranpo wasn't looking at her red eyes.

"Ah yes but I lied to him that I was sleepy to stay with you. I heard long sobs."

"Ranpo... There was no need to do that. I would recommend to not mess up with him."

"Y/N, this is moment where I got finally a friend my age who doesn't judge me for being too smart."

You smiled.

"I think you're kinda narcissistic, Ranpo-kun."

You pushed aside to make room for Ranpo to come in.

You two laughed for hours and late at night, after dinner (Fukuzawa bought some curry) you two went to sleep.

"Ranpo, I can sleep on the foton and you in bed. The couch is hard as a rock so I don't recommend to sleep there." you said sleepy.

"No, I refuse to sleep in your bed without you" Ranpo put the blanket over him really dramatically.

"Ranpo, we can't sleep in the same bed. It's too small and narrow."

"Still..." asked Ranpo with a needy voice and his doggy face.

"Fine" You gave in and laid down next to him. You closed your eyes and immediately started to fall asleep. Ranpo's hands straddled your waist as he settled his head more comfortably against the line of your neck.

"It's more comfortable that way. Goodnight Y/N." Ranpo said with a smile before promptly falling asleep.

"Good night" you said, running your hand through his hair thinking he didn't feel you, unfortunately he did.

So the months have passed since Ranpo entered your life. Although he was your friend, you couldn't deny the fact that you sometimes envied him very much. Your father only cared about him but, remembering about you? Just time to time. One day Ranpo asked you if you would like to go for a walk with him on the edge of the beach (let's imagine that Fukuzawa's house has a sea view <3). That was the moment when you were going to confess him the secret that for a long time you tried to drive away and not tell him about it but, you couldn't. It eats you from inside. And the only one to blame for that was Fukuzawa himself.

You and Ranpo walked around holding hands. Ranpo just couldn't keep his hands off you. The sea water reaches your bare feet. You flinched as the slightly cold water first met your fingers and Ranpo smiled slightly looking over at you.

"What a pleasant moment we chose to come here. The sun is setting and it's getting quieter here" Said Ranpo calmly.

"Indeed" you said just as calmly.

You continued walking for about 5 minutes until you let go of his hand. Ranpo looked at you confused.

"We have to talk." you whispered to him almost not hearing with your head down.

Ranpo fidgeted as he ran his thumb over your chin lifting it up so he could see you.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked cautiously but worried.

"Everything." You said unable to take it all in. You were shaking with nerves.

You pushed Ranpo aside who was slowly trying to approach you. The poor man froze in fear. He didn't want you to cry, he doesn't like it when you cry since he first came to the Fukuzawa residence. "I'm tired Ranpo, tired of you and my father. I'm tired of seeing him so proud of you and so disappointed in me only when he remembers that I exist. Before you, I trained every day with katana even though at first I didn't like it at all,just to make him proud. But for you it's so easy to make him proud. When we had dinner together we hardly spoke and so on. With your coming nothing has changed in his attitude towards me. Look Ranpo, I like you but you took my only spotlight I could get from my father. You're smart, I'm not. You're useful, I'm not." Y/N had burst into tears.

"Y/N, do you realize that my parents died in a car accident? Do you realize that before your father took me in I was a street kid? I think you're just being selfish now." Ranpo said in a disgusted tone.

"Exactly. I'm selfish. That's why I'm leaving. It'll be better without me, for both of you. I promise." you said as you ran in the opposite direction of Ranpo.

"Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you, you know why? Because I love you idiot." Ranpo yelled after you.

But you were already gone.

Y/N's pov :

Now you had a taste of Ranpo's past life, you had nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat and no one would hire you for more than a day. After all, you are the daughter of an assassin. The bloodlust had to be kept at bay. With no luggage just a used katana and dried blood on it no one had mercy on you. Until one night when you entered an abandoned building hoping you could spend the night there but the building was already occupied.

"Um a visitor...?" a man's voice was heard not far from you.

"Please excuse me, I didn't mean to offend you." you fell to your knees in guilt.

The figure of a tall and slender man hidden in the shadows as he looked out the window finally showed himself.

"Oh you stupid child it's not that you came in here that bothers me but the state you're in now." the man was looking at your katana. "Wait, I've seen swords like this before. You're the daughter of that bastard Fukuzawa, right?

You blinked quickly not knowing what to do. That man had a dangerous aura.

"You don't have to answer me. You look a lot like him. The same messy hair and the same scruffy face. What are you doing on the streets?".

"I ran away from home, sir" you answered hurriedly and scared.

"My name is Mori Ougai. You don't need to feel scared." caress your hair. "I won't ask you anything else, you don't seem to want to talk about it. But I have a proposition for you. How about you join the Port Mafia? We'll pay you well, feed you well and treat you well. Of course if you don't want is your choice."

You immediately accepted. Mori took you into his care and since then you have suffered nothing but the longing of Ranpo. You wrote them letters but no answer, you didn't blame them.

Ranpo's pov:

After you left, Ranpo had become a little irritable. Not to annoy Fukuzawa, but he was still moody and depressed.

"Fukuzawa-san" Ranpo yelled nervously. His face showed despair.

"Ranpo, what happened to you?" Fukuzawa rushes down the stairs.

"What was Y/N to you?" Ranpo asked him sharply.

"What do you mean by that? She's my daughter." Fukuzawa replied confused.

"The way you treated her, I thought she was more like your slave. If she was your daughter, why did you treat her like a nobody?" Ranpo punched the table.

"Ranpo, what happened to you. What happened to my girl?" Fukuzawa asked worriedly.

"She ran away from home, that's what happened!" Ranpo roared in his earFukuzawa's cheeks had gone blank. Shocked, he sat down on the couch and let his tears flow. Strange to see a man as tough as Fukuzawa cry. Ranpo explained everything to him.

"I wanted her to become strong both physically and mentally Ranpo. I never wanted to push her away or worse make her run away from home. But if that's her decision at least I hope she's happy, from now on I don't have children anymore. The weeks were going by hard enough without you. Your letters were brought to your former home but never read by the one you most wanted to read them to you, your father.

They were all sitting on the fridge next to your dad's framed picture of you in your strawberry pajamas and Ranpo in your school uniform, with his face full of make-up and hair done. Whenever he went to the kitchen their eyes stayed fixed on your wide smile. You really loved Ranpo.

At the same time, the same Ranpo who read your letters secretly and who was hurt that since you left you didn't mention him at all. He didn't try to hook you up, he thought it would be better for you.

Ranpo was slowly getting used to you not being there.

(5 years later)

Fukuzawa had founded the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia already had plenty of employees and allies. There were two powerful agencies but they acted totally differently, some were stepping on corpses to fulfill their goals and the other was saving people so that the opposite agency wouldn't have a corpse to step on. A game of cat and mouse, that's exactly what it was. At the beginning of the Port Mafia, Mori thought that the detectives were just playing with his nerves so he didn't seem to get bothered by that but, Fukuzawa thought the same and with time the nerves gave way for both leaders and a kind of war has started between the two agencies.

Y/N's pov:

A black army car was crossing a country road. Y/N Fukuzawa, a young assassin was waiting for instructions from her superiors. The first step in defeating the ADA was to evacuate all important documents so that if a detective were to break into Mori's office they would find nothing but napkins. Y/N was not happy with the task she had been given. She could do more and she knew it for sure. Y/N wanted to fight, just like her superior Chuuya Nakahara.

"Y/N, Y/N if you can hear me I should let you know that I need you here and now at headquarters." Chuuya's voice echoed in your headset. He seemed agitated. "It's an ambush." he yelled before an explosion rang out.

You jumped out of your seat to tell the driver to turn the car towards the docks as fast as he could but in the driver's seat sat a well hunched over being.

"What did you do to Nakagawa-son monster?"you asked with your shaky voice.

"There is no way I will let you break up the detective agency. From now on you call me Kamui, not monster." said a distorted voice.

"I haven't heard of a member named Kamui in the entire agency you liar. What do you really want? If you want us to fight take off your mask and show yourself." you said almost screaming.

Kamui just started laughing lightly. "You hardly changed at all."

Ranpo's pov:

The agency was under threat. Mafia members had an overwhelmingly large number of talented people in front of the agency. They had to act even if it was reckless.

They each took their positions and began bombing the mob headquarters (information gained from Dazai). Only Ranpo believed that someone from there would help stop this nonsense. It was his long-lost love, the only friend who never judged him (apart from Poe, dear Poe<3) and with whom he got along wonderfully. Y/N, his own boss's daughter.While Ranpo was cooking a plan he saw her. Fukuzawa's long, tousled hair tied in a bow at the top, her elegant gray suit, and the angelic expression on her face, it really had to be her. But he knew, he knew that she was part of an organization that was destroying the welfare of civilians and creating only chaos.

Although Ranpo would flatly refuse to admit it, he found himself suddenly standing up from the table and thrusting his hands so hard that the waitress thought he came to the cafe specifically to break the table when he saw you.

"Death never dies." Y/N suddenly shouted.

“Come on Y/N, stop struggling. We both know you're not talented.” Kamui says dismissively.

- As if you were. Y/N replies just as ironically.

But when Kamui suddenly laughs, the corpse of the driver who was originally lying headfirst exhausted and lifeless in the child's seat is now looking at Ranpo as if he hadn't been killed.

"What the hell? Y/N what is this?"

"My ability has developed over time Ranpo-kun." Y/N says as she tries not to smile childishly. "I expected you to come. But as a smart man to a dirty man instead of meeting and talking like two normal people, I chose the scumbag." she continued.

Ranpo didn't understand any of this.

"I see you're still confused dear. Let me explain how my ability works. In short I can control and manipulate people around me to do whatever I want, but not the person directly attacking me, which is you in that case." you winked at him. "So now Nakagawa-san, kill this boy next to you" she says as she eases herself into the back seat.

The corpse goes to strangle Ranpo but somehow seeing Ranpo in danger because of you triggered a new feeling in your stomach, guilt.

“Stop it” Y/N whispers.

The driver's corpse returns to being a corpse.

"Look Ranpo, what's in it for me if I help you? You're manipulating me emotionally. I basically betrayed my family by letting you get away."

"Sure, sure blame me. Look Y/N" Ranpo says those last words seriously leaving his childish voice aside. "I missed you nights in a row, I slept with my pillow thinking about you. I refused to wash your favorite pillow because it still smelled of you. I read your letters, all of them. I wanted to write you back but I afraid that you don't want to hear about me anyway. But one thing I have to say and I hope you'll feel the same, I love you."

"You idiot ass, I hate you so much" you pulled his collar so hard and pressed his lips to yours. "But I love you too and I don't promise to stop doing that"

After your little conversation you two stopped the conflict and you and Ranpo started dating. Ranpo helped you reconcile with your father, but unbeknownst to him, he also became a father in time.

Author note: HEY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST COMPLATE ONESHOT. I know it's a little bit too long but I hope you like it. Request open<3

[azuremliam]

Jam packed little facts about Liam (their times as a human that is)! My hand writing can be pretty hard to read- so I'll have text format underneath the readmore :)

(Going from top left to right)

Human Liam Trivia

They/Them

5'2" "Hehehe!" [10 Year Old Trouble Maker] "Ah, great. Gotta deal with another growing in."

Liam's teeth regrow whenever they're knocked out. Abegail had to explain to Finn, that no, he doesn't have the same ability, humans don't usually work that way. It's just a weird Liam thing #1.

Both Finn and Jake have a necklace made of the fangs that have gotten knocked out. Liam likes gnawing on things when a new tooth is growing in.

"Careful now." "Chirp." [20 Years Old (Jake Hatches)] "Congrats Lil Bro!" "Hehe!" [25 Years Old (Jake Pupates)] "This is an actual human baby!?" "Pffbt" "Yes- now be careful with him." [30 Years Old (Vera and Gemma find Baby Finn)] [35 Years Old (Start of Journey & Meets Scarab)] *Infodumping about the Hive Cities "Ah, I see. That sounds efficent." "It is!" [36 - 37 Years] "I missed you too Scarab." *Trills [38 - 39 Years] "Make sure not to give our moms too much trouble." "K…" "Mkay…"

Liam used to dye their hair with plants that used to grow near their old hive. The dye sticks in the roots for ages and makes the hair smell like a plant. Most humans living outside bunkers or the Islands tend to dye their hair for camouflage.

Liam just did it because they wanted to look like their moms colors. Liam doesn't dye their hair anymore during their journey because their new Hive doesn't have any of the plants near it. They also just got tired of dyeing it.

"EEWWW"

Liam really loves the taste of Aphids. (They weren't affected by the mutations like the other insects, they're the equivalent of cows in Bug World AU) Finn isn't a big fan of them, but they're a common food source.

The Ant Farm Liam gets them from had to deal with little Liam snacking on them without permission. They behave themselves now.

"Is something wrong?"

Throughout their entier life, Liams eyes glow in the dark and they can see in the dark too. The intensity of the glow only increases as they get older.

It surprises Scarab when he finally notices the glow. Yet another weird Liam thing #2 that Finn wishes he could do too.

"Want some?" "…" Munch Munch Crunch Munch Crunch Crunch "Taste Good?" "It's good."

Liam shares their snacks a lot. They also like having Scarab try out their world's foods. He insists that he doesn't need any, but indulges when they ask.

It's also partially because Liam really likes seeing his face.

"Big Bro, Li could probably bit through your exoskeleton." "What?" "They accidently bit Gramps during training and made him bleed. He was really proud of them fighting back like that." "Li! Li!! Come bite Scarab for me!" "Huh!? What, why!?" "Well? Go on." "I can't believe you two made a bet…" 'Why do my teeth have to be on the line?' "Fine." "Bite! Bite! Bite!" "Alright then." Chomp "Hmm." "See, couldn't bite through." "Aw dang." "Now you can't stay up late for a month, got it?" "Kaaay." "No, only a week." 'Interesting.' "Woohoo!" "Huh? Why?" "You managed to scratch the surface."

Liam's teeth can pierce through some insect's carapaces in their world. They don't like doing it though. If surprised or scared enough, they'll do it out of reaction. That, or they'll hiss and occasionally growl without meaning to. Both Finn and Jake copy how Liam hisses and growls.

[deep-fried-egg]

Here’s a little snippet of my new ficcc

Warnings: transphobia, sexism, period talk, cursing, 13 year olds talking about genitals 😭, this is basically just k-12 except it’s a r insert

4k+ words

@jeonkio05 won 😣

I woke up in my all pink room to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ears, as I sat up I thought 'Wait, what was my dream again?' I get out of bed as my thoughts continue. 'I remember feeling trapped in rising heat and there were plastic or… cardboard cut-outs all around me? And my gums roots were pushing out my teeth and the voice of a thousand angels said to me, "It's temporary."

'Maybe that should be my new mantra as I step into what will inevitably be the worst years of my life.' I walk over to my calendar and I draw a red heart around the wretched day that it is. The first day of hell.

'Ah yes, off to a world in which girls are only to wear pink dresses and boys blue pants. Well, I dyed my uniform and embroidered flowers on the sleeves.' I open my walk-in closet door. 'Speaking of, I should probably change into my uniform right now… Nah, that shits itchy. It can wait.'

I step into my bathroom and I look into my mirror as I brush my half black half pastel rainbow streaked hair with my jade green hair brush with a golden heart on the back. 'Oh yeah, and in my dream, you know when the air below me was sucking my teeth out of their sockets, I noticed that my front two teeth stayed and the gap between them just kept getting larger and larger… How's that even possible? I know, right?' I squirt toothpaste on my baby blue toothbrush and I brush my teeth, after a few seconds I spit it out and I place the brush back on the counter as I step out of my bathroom and I head through my room into the kitchen.

'I wish my mom wasn't passed out right now and could at least drive me to the bus stop…' I grab my "alpha bites crunch" cereal and a bowl. I shook the box to get cereal out but instead I was surprised by my spider, Phillipe. "Phillipe? What are you doing in there? Don't scare me like that" I exclaimed as I watched Phillipe crawl on the dining room table.

'What was that angel's name again? Was it Willy or Layla? No, I think it was Lilith.'

Kindergarten. Wheels on the bus

The pink school bus with a blue interior picked me up at the stop and I chose to sit next to my best friend Angelita but it quickly got way too loud in the bus. I watched the bus driver drink from a flask as he continued driving to the sleepaway school.

"I feel so sick…" I spoke to Angelita. "I can't believe we have to do this." she responded. "Do you think we'll make any friends?" I asked as I looked at her in her brown eyes, "I hope so, but at least we have each other."

"That's true." I said with a sigh.

I heard the girls behind me laugh at each other before a pink paper airplane got thrown directly at my head. I turned toward the dyed blue boy who threw it before Angelita picked up the paper airplane and she read the text within before she turned around and yelled at them, "Real mature!"

"What does it say?" I asked, before she could tell me I leaned over and I read the neat handwriting on the paper. It read: "Gap toothed bitch."

I frowned after I read it, but my sadness only got worse when the kids behind me started mocking me…

"Awww does the bunny rabbit need some tissues?" Kelly, my blond bully with shoulder length hair and blue eyes teased.

"Its okay, don't listen to them. They're just plastic bullies." Angelita tried to comfort me but the kids behind me were too loud. Their bullying was getting to me. They were all standing up and saying "Wah wah, Cry baby." which was definitely making fun of my name, Cry Baby.

I silenced all of the hate in my mind so it wouldn't get to me anymore than it already did.

'This… Is K-12.'

-

All the chatter simmers down as the bus gets to our stop. Me and Angelita watch everybody file out of the bus and into the clean white school. We wait until everyone is out before we get up and leave the bus.

As we walk into the dark blue doors of the school a big bell on the very top of the school rings, showing that it's almost class time so me and Angelita push open the doors that were 2 times the size of our 5 year old bodies.

First grade Class fight

As we walk through the halls, littered with statues and paintings of ghosts and mystical creatures of the unknown I strike up a conversation with my friend.

"I don't know why people are so scared of death." I said nonchalantly. "I agree!" She replied, "It's just another part of life."

"You start in the womb, and you end in the tomb."

Angelita laughed as I said that, but then she asked me a question that made me think. "Wait a second… Where is everybody?" I hum in response, I didn't know either.

I changed the topic of the conversation, "I don't know if it's just because it's cold in here… but I'm getting kind of a… creepy chill down my back." I said. "I love it!" me and Angelita said in unison.

The second we turned around some ghost in a white victorian style dress and her hair tied up walked straight through the right wall to the left wall behind us. We turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of the ghost, we sped up the stairs after that.

"What even was that!?" Angelita yelled, "Scary." I replied before sighing. "What's the room number again?" Angelita spoke quietly this time, "222…" I nodded.

We looked in front of us before reading the room numbers in unison.

"221…223…" Then we looked at the door in front of us, "222…" We stare at each other then we enter the room. Officially becoming students at the worst rated school in the country.

-

The teacher immediately scolded us when we entered the room. "Class! Would you like to inform Cry Baby and Angelita of what rule they did not follow today?

"When the bell rings you must be in your assigned seat." the entire class said in a bored tone.

"Are you deaf?" The teacher asked, "Sit down!"

"Sorry Ms. Daphne." Both me and Angelita said at the same time before we rushed to our seats and we sat down.

As soon as we sat down the announcements started going off so the entire class stood up, except for one boy. Henry.

"All rise" Ms. Daphne said as she walked around the room with her ruler pointed towards the class.

The teacher glared at him before speaking, "On your feet." Ms. Daphne insisted.

The pledge started, "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America…"

"I'm being generous with you boy." Ms. Daphne warned, "Last chance to stand and show some respect." She finished while glaring at Henry.

"with liberty and justice for all." The pledge ended.

Henry shook his head before stating, "You hear that? Liberty and justice for all? That's a lie." Henry said before scoffing.

Ms. Daphne stomped over to her desk and she pressed a button which called the detention crew over to escort Henry out of the room.

The door slammed open and identical men with shaved brown hair and full beards wearing gray full body uniforms stormed into the room. "Grab the boy!" One of them yelled before they picked up Henry from under his arms, near his armpits and they started dragging the young boy out of the room.

"Get off of me!" Henry yelled while kicking, trying to escape the strong mens grip, "I didn't do anything!" His voice slowly faded away as they dragged him out of the room and slammed the door shut.

I was scared by this so I stayed quiet the rest of class until Brandon, my crush, turned around and tapped my shoulder asking for my eraser. Of course I handed it to him as soon as he asked.

Kelly saw all of it. She saw her boyfriend since kindergarten tapping my shoulder and asking me a question. Of course she got jealous so she wrote me a little note on a piece of pink paper.

She threw me the note in a crumpled up ball, it landed in front of me on my desk. She giggled to her friend as I opened it. The note read: "You at recess” And a drawing stick man dead in front of a grave right under that.

I crumpled up the paper again and I threw it back down on my desk before I continued drawing on my piece of paper.

-

Soon enough it was nap time and the desks were moved to make room for little, uncomfortable mattresses and sleeping bags on the floor.

I tucked myself in but not before nodding at angelita, mutually agreeing to use our powers to make a little fort. I crawl around until I find my friend.

The fort looks a little more like a cave as the tunnels are thin, but it's cozy.

Finally, we found each other. "There you are!" Angelita whispered with an excited tone in her voice.

"How do they expect us to sleep in there?" I complained, sitting down on the mattress in our little fort.

"I don't know…" She said before yawning, "I am kinda sleepy though."

"Well, wake up." I began, "I got that thrown at my head." I said as I tossed Angelita the crumpled up note.

As she uncrumpled the paper her expression slowly turned to one of shock. "Who drew this?" She asked, "That girl kelly…" I sighed, "I think she's trying to rip my head off or something."

"Well what are you going to do?" My friend inquired, "You've gotta defend yourself."

"I can't defend myself! I don't know how to fight, I just, I don't even know how to do th-" Angelita cut me off by slapping me across the face. Hard.

I put my hand over the place she slapped, "Ow!"

"Hold it together girl." She replied, I scoffed at her before she continued, "We are capable of doing whatever we want." She stated before using her powers to start a flame in the palm of her hand, she held it in front of me.

I shook my head in disagreement, I produced water in my hand to put out the mini fire she started.

"I can't, that's cheating!" I commented which made her sigh and bring her hand back to where it originally was.

"Do you really think we would have these abilities if we weren't supposed to use them?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I'd have an unfair advantage."

"Well, I don't know. Why don't you call your mom and ask her what she thinks you should do?”

"My mom?" I asked, to which she hummed in agreement. "No, it's okay… She's… Probably sleeping right now and honestly I don't think she'd even pick up the phone."

Angelita used her powers to produce a white dial-up phone out of nothing, she placed it on the mattress in front of me, she picked up the phone and she handed it to me.

I sighed then took it then dialed the phone and I called my mom.

"She's not going to pick up."

"Let's see"

-

It's now recess time, I would be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified for my safety so I decided to sit on the grass with my friend and wait it out.

"Did you see what she was wearing?" I heard Kelly say, obviously I was going to snoop on this conversation… I mean it's juicy and I'm only human.

"Like, it was embarrassing for everyone, and like, I told her! I was trying to be helpful, I gave her advice, I was like 'That's ugly!'" I got distracted from the conversation Kelly was having when Brandon, Kelly's boyfriend, sat next to me.

I turned my head and I looked him in the eyes with a big smile before tuning back into Kelly's conversation.

"And she just… She took it like personally, she was getting all mad about it. I was like I'm helping you.-" I watched as one of Kelly's "Friends” tapped on her shoulder. "Hey, Kelly?��� The girl asked, "Stop!” Kelly slapped the girl's hand away. "Don't interrupt me.”

I see one of the girls that was with Kelly pointing at my little group so I act like I was just talking to Angelita and Brandon and not listening to their conversation, but it looks like they were just pointing out the fact that Brandon is with me.

"Are you even listening to me?" Kelly asked her friends before looking where they were pointing, making her look directly into my eyes as I talked to her boyfriend.

Kelly stormed towards us, pushing people out of the way so she could get to us faster. People gathered around us as she punched me directly in the face so i'd be on the ground. When my back hit the ground she sat on top of my legs, keeping me down, and she punched me in the face multiple times.

The kids all around us were chanting 'FIGHT!’ as she was doing this, obviously it got to her because she pulled a dagger out of her dress pocket and she held down my arm and cut it open on the inside of my arm right above my elbow.

I couldn't take the pain anymore so I activated my powers as Angelita told me to do, the leaves started floating because I made both me and Kelly float.

Kelly screamed “What are you doing?” as I did this. She was terrified, it was working. She looked around and she yelled again, “Put me down you freak!”

I used my powers to extend my braids and choke her with them, she grabbed my braids as they were all she could hold onto.

I saw Angelita looking up at the scene while smiling because I'm finally defending myself, but everyone else was gasping and covering their mouths in shock.

When Kelly gasped for air I finally let her go. It was perfect timing too because the vice principal came out and almost saw what happened.

-

It turns out I wasn't sneaky. The vice principal was dragging us by our ears to her office.

"Who would've thought that young ladies like would-” She started to scold us but Kelly interrupted her, "My mom spent good money getting these ears done!” When she said that the vice principal let go of our ears. "You have really blown it this time! Sit down!” After we heard that, me and Kelly sat down. “I mean it.” The woman whispered.

‘I shouldn't have lost control like that.’ I thought, ‘She's not a bad person, she's just… Projecting her insecurities on me.’ I thought, I rested my chin on my hand as I sat.

Soon I got bored and I used my powers to see what's happening in the principal's office…

I saw a woman with short blue hair sitting, waiting for the principal to talk to her. Actually, I believe it was Ms. Harper.

The principal sat in front of her, taking a puff from a cigar before speaking.

"You said you're… Dressing as a woman now?” The principal asked.

"Yes, I'm transitioning.” Ms. Harper replied, "Transitioning…” The principal laughed before continuing, "You know I can't let you influence the children with this ridiculous behavior.” Ms. Harper gasped as the principal spoke.

“And from now on you want us to address you as…?”

"Ms. Harper, correct.” The vice principal laughed at her, “The kids really connect with me, I love my job and I'd really love to stay! But I need to be my most authentic self! I AM a woman!” Ms. Harper said, the principal frowned at this and he exclaimed, "Mr. Harper you're fired!”

-

I came back into reality and I saw Kelly staring at some kid that was eating glue by the handful, his hair was spiked up into two horn-like spikes and he was hunched over next to Kelly.

I look away from the disgusting display and instead I watch the kid next to me open a clear bottle of pink pills.

"What are those?” I asked him, and he immediately replied. "He forces us to take these pills. Each color is a different dosage. I'm on pink, which is the lightest dose.” He swallows the pill without water.

"Why is he forcing medication on everyone?” I asked, "...To control us." The boy said with a small smile. "So we can’t leave.” He finished.

The kid next to Kelly continued to absolutely destroy the glue, he was sucking on his fingers, making loud mouth noises. "That's disgusting!” Kelly exclaimed, the kid frowned and put the glue container down.

Fourth grade Nurses office

After the show and tell in my last class I had to go to the nurses office, but the nurses were not exactly healing my wounds. Instead they were cutting my hair and drugging me up… I knew this school would be bad but I never thought it would be this bad.

But luckily my guardian angel Lilith saved me and angelita from the torture that we faced in the nurses office.

"Wait! Why are you leaving us here?” Angelita asked the angel, I added onto her statement, "We need to come with you…”

Lilith smiled at us and she spoke, "Continue on, And live your truth.” She paused, "Do not hold fear in your heart.” Lilith finished.

"Please, we don't want to die here…” I mumbled.

"You've had many bodies before this, and you will continue to have more.” Lilith stated, "You're immortal.”

"But we're exhausted…” Angelita whispered.

"We don't want to feel this anymore” I agreed

"We must feel the physical pain of this world, because the only way we can truly learn is through experience.” Lilith said, I pouted, "Please…” I said in a shaky voice.

Lilith turned away from us and she walked back into the door she came out of, that door sunk into the ground.

-

I sighed as I walked through the hallways with my best friend, I looked at all of the statues and paintings on the walls.

“Oh no…" Angelita said, “I'm going to be late for class." She sighed. "Who cares at this point.” I laughed.

"True” She agreed

“I'm so exhausted…” I complained to her, she nodded and said, "Same.”

Suddenly beautiful music played by an orchestra came into hearing rage. "Do you hear that?” Angelita asked, “I do!” I excitedly said as I walked with Angelita towards the sound.

Angelita pointed towards a huge, fancy looking door. “It's coming from over there!” Angelita said excitedly. We walked towards the oud music and we pressed our ears against the large white door with a golden door handle.

"Should we check it out?” I asked, “Yeah!” Angelita responded, “Okay…” I said as I put my hand on the door handle, preparing to open it. Angelita put her hand on the door handle too and she spoke, “Okay count on three… One, Two…Three!” We opened the door to see a big luxurious ballroom with what looked like almost a hundred ghosts of all shapes and sizes slow dancing with each other.

We looked around the ballroom for a few seconds until… I sneezed. I ruined the entire moment with just one sneeze. The music stopped and the ghosts let go of each other and turned to look at us.

Angelita waved at the ghosts, "Hello! You all look… Ravishing!” She said, “Bewitching even." I added, it only made the ghosts madder as they yelled and ran at us with their arms reaching towards us.

Both me and Angelita ran behind the doors and we hurriedly pushed them shut with all that was in us. As soon as we closed it we heard clawing and knocking against the door so we decided to leave.

“We should get to class!" I said

“Y-yeah…” She stuttered, still in shock because of the events that just occurred

“See you!

"Yeah, see you later!”

fifth grade. Drama club

"Tragedy, and comedy. Two sides of the same dramatic coin!” My drama teacher said as I walked into the theater. "And we are going to be exploring both in this play." He put his hand on his hip and he watched me try to go to my seat.

“Even the late comers." He said sternly as I sat down. Everyone turned towards me for absolutely no reason. I guess they're just nosy. They turned back around when the teacher started speaking again.

“Alright everyone, please turn to your scripts, turn to page 2 and find the role to which you've been assigned.” His accent really shone through as he spoke this sentence, this guy is extremely animated.

When I saw my role I raised my hand, "Right, so about that… Um… Is it possible to get assigned a different role? Maybe one that's not so domestic? Like a film director, or the president of the United states?” I asked, he shot down my question with this answer, “A harlot perhaps?” Everyone laughed at his joke but I didn't. I just sat in my chair with a frown.

The boy in front of me turned around and just added salt to the wound. "President? What a joke. Your kind are too soft and too sensitive to handle a man's job.”

"Having a larger capacity to feel and express emotion are one of the many qualities that make us SUPERIOR to your kind.” I replied with a smile.

-

When the time came to perform the show I ended up putting a clothes iron to the boy that said that thing to me a couple weeks ago's face. I then yelled at the audience that was obviously being brainwashed with those pills that the boy was telling me about so I made an attempt to snap them out of it.

"You're being brainwashed! Can't you see what's happening? Open your eyes!” The guards that my teacher had watching the show grabbed my arms and tried to pull me off the stage.

"Get off of me! Get off!" I yelled as they pulled my arms.

"WAKE UP!” I yelled at the audience before using my power to push the security guards off of me which also caused the kids to snap out of it.

They all ran out of the theater, including Angelita, so I came with them. I opened the door to the principal's office and everyone ran into the room and to his desk. They fought off the nurses and the rabbit-men (Men with rabbit heads, obviously.) and they all went around the principals desk, grabbing him and ripping his limbs off.

I smirked as I watched them tear his body apart with just their hands. Afterwards the janitor swept his torn off body parts away and into the garbage disposal.

Sixth grade Strawberry shortcake

I met a girl earlier named Y/n and I was about to play tennis with her but we had to bury the principal first. Luckily me and my best friend in the whole world were almost done so I can hang out with admittedly the cutest girl I've seen in a while.

We saw her writing in her green journal while walking along the path that extends from the school to the playground.

y/n pov:

"Y/n! Wait up!” Cry baby yelled as she ran up to me, Cry baby's hair was tied up into buns, I think it makes her look cute. I honestly don't know how she didn't realize that I like her yet since I've always been incredibly clingy towards her ever since we met.

"Did you find a place to dump the principal?” I asked, Angelita nodded and Cry baby responded to my question, "Yeah, just did it. Done deal.”

-

We sat on the pink and blue tennis court in the middle of the courtyard with our rackets up, me and Cry Baby hit the ball back and forth while Angelita read a magazine called "TEEN QUEEN" on the sidelines.

Suddenly Angelita said something slightly odd, "Did you guys know that there are actually 2 holes down there?" I was confused so I asked, "You didn't know you had a butthole?” which made Cry Baby giggle.

"No! There's two separate holes.” Angelita said, "Are you sure?” Cry Baby asked and Angelita just said "Mhm!”

"Then I think I need to go to a doctor!” Cry Baby said, but I wasn't paying attention. I was focused on the fact that when Angelita blew a bubble it encased the ball in a bubble and it's now floating away.

"Hey! Hey guys!” I exclaimed but neither of them were paying attention to my words. They were still talking about the earlier topic. "Hey guys!” I repeated but nope. Still nothing.

“Oh! I get it now! So one hole you can pee out of and another-” Cry Baby began but i just tuned their conversation out. "Why does nobody listen to me?” I whispered to myself, "Guys the ball is floating away!” They finally heard me and they turned around to see that the ball literally was floating away.

“Oh!” Angelita exclaimed before quickly getting up and chasing the ball with Cry Baby. I ran after it with them too, "The ball!” I laughed.

“I feel like we're going the wrong way.” Cry Baby said as she tried to find the pink tennis ball with us. Luckily it popped, but it didn't fall towards us. Instead, it fell in front of a boy that was reading a book.

He picked up the ball and he handed it to us when we ran over. He seemed nice.

Cry Baby pov: (Again) Also, seventh grade, Lunchbox friends

I opened my eyes to see a sky full of beautiful shining stars and the voice of Lilith all around me. I spoke to her, Lilith said, "What's wrong my dear?” As I laid on the dirt ground, holding back tears.

I sighed, “I just don't want to do this anymore…” I whined, “I don't wanna feel this pain and I dont wanna be here on Earth…” I frowned as I watched the stars flicker in the sky. "Please just take me with you…” I paused, “I just wanna be up there!” I listened to my voice echo as I spoke.

"The greatest power we will hold is that of acceptance. Any storm you face will transform itself into a crystalline rainbow in divine timing.” Lilith spoke, afterwards i closed my eyes and I stopped my daydream.

-

"Hey, you there?” Y/n asked as she grabbed my arm, I just said "Yeah.” As I continued walking up the spiral stairs with her and Angelita.

Angelita clutched her stomach as she walked up the stairs with us which only made us confused. “Are you okay?” I asked my best friend as she headed up the stairs.

“Ugh… I feel so sick… Like this is the worst stomach pain I've ever experienced.” Angelita said then she knelt down on the last step.

Both me and y/n saw the blood on the bottom of her skirt and it became clear what was happening. She finally got her period. Me and () looked each other in the eyes and we said, “Ohhh…” In unison.

-

We opened the door to the bathroom and Angelita started to complain. “Ugh! Why right now!?”

“I mean it had to happen at some point."" Y/n pointed out. We walked up to the tampon machine and I spoke.

“It says there's one tampon left… Do either of you have any change?” I asked, turning towards them.

"No…” They both said in unison, so I channeled my powers and I opened the machine with my telekenisis.

"Yes!” Angelita whispered as it flung open. “It's empty.” I said in a disappointed tone of voice as I looked at Angelita. I slammed the door closed then spoke again, “Whatever… Who knows what kind of crazy shit is in them anyways!”

“I mean yeah… Toxic shock is real but… Tampons should be free.” Y/n frowned.

"What do I do now?” Angelita said with a sigh, I looked around for something but then I just said, "Toilet paper.”

Angelita made a disgusted face before just heading into the stall and going with it.

After about 3 minutes y/n got bored and decided to speak, "You good in there?” She asked Angelita to which she responded, "Yeah.”

"You sure?" She asked Angelita.

"Yeah, I'm almost done." Angelita responded

"Do you need me to get you another roll of toilet paper?

"That'd be great!”

I leaned against the wall next to the stalls as we waited for Angelita to finish up, then I said "We're gonna be late to class Y/n.”

“Ugh… Empathize with me a little!" Angelita yelled at us from inside the stall, “I'm sorry” I said as I tilted my head back, making my head hit the wall.

Angeita came out of the stall with a sweater around her waist, "Cute sweater!” Y/n said to Angelita when she saw her, "Where'd you get that from?” She asked.

“I just whipped a little something up.” I couldn't help but laugh at that. "What! I wasn't gonna walk around looking like I sat in raspberries all day.” Angelita said before the bathroom door opened and one of the nurses came in. Angelita started washing her hands as the nurse spoke to us.

The nurse bumped me with her shoulder and she scolded us, "Get back to class!” She paused before saying something under her breath “You little bitch.” She slammed the stalls door closed and we left.

[larabiatasstuff]

Sweettooth reacting to the reader being a angry bear mama bear to their kids and for their kids ( as in protecting them)

Thank you so much for your request anon. It means the world that there are still people who want to read my stuff🖤I'm more than excited to write that for you, I hope you enjoy. 🙏🏻

"Oh babe could you wake up Hannah and tell her breakfast is ready? I'm busy preparing her lunch and you know how much she loves it when you're the one waking her ." Sweet Tooth chuckled and placed a kiss on my cheek"Of course Y/N, leave it to me. I'll be right back." with that he left the kitchen. I finished packing everything when suddenly Sweet Tooth appeared in the door frame, alone. "Where's Hannah?" "She said she isn't feeling well and that her tummy hurts." "Again? Alright let me... let me talk to her." I went upstairs and knocked on the door before I entered her room.

Hannah was still lying in bed the blanket over her face that just her eyes were showing. "Hey baby girl what's wrong?" I asked gently stroking her hair. "I'm sick mommy. I'm feeling warm and my tummy hurts." she said putting her hands on her stomach. "Poor baby, let me see. Hm I don't think you have fever. Maybe the pain goes away when you use the bathroom." her expression got sad and she shook her head. "No mommy, my tummy hurts really bad. I'm afraid I can't go to school today." I couldn't help but smile at this, she was very smart for a six year old girl.

Part two🖤

[calronhunt]

listen i need to know everything about faith and fate. did fate die? how did fate die? was belos the one to make faith? why is fate trapped in their head?

Sorry it took a hot second to answer! Was waiting for the right moment

1/2. Yes! Fate does die. To make long story short, over the course of their story they struggle pretty hard with their relationships to their family members (their mother, their brother albrecht, and their sister cora). Fate feels resentment towards all of them for all different reasons, and fate is struggling with that feeling+being in much closer proximity to his siblings than he was. This struggle is made worse by Belos wanting them to become a tool for killing, while also projecting his own fucked up feelings of his own sibling onto Fate. Belos kinda, gets what he wants in both ways, because Fate one by one kills their family members and becomes more and more unstable.

This is where it gets a bit fuzzy detail wise and its just cause I haven't figured it out yet, but basically after all of Fate's family is dead Fate and the Golden Guard at the time (the two were buds) both figure out about the Grimwalker stuff at the same time. Golden Guard gets killed obviously, and Fate (somehow don't quite know yet) gets locked in their chimera form and becomes petrified like what was going to happen to eda at the end of season 1. No more Fate bye bye!

3. Yeah, belos made faith! Obviously since Fate got turned to stone Belos couldn't use the bones from the corpse to make Faith, but in one of Fate's many fights, they lose a tooth, which is what Belos uses to grow Faith. His reasoning behind him making a grimwalker of fate is me being like "bc I, the creator, want him to and think it would be neat" But I'd also like to think maybe he wanted to see if a curse like Fate's would pass onto a grimwalker. Maybe he was thinking of making a grimwalker of himself to go back to the human world since he's gotten all gunked up and corrupted by magic. Idk! Silly old stink man does silly old stink man things.

Other quick things is that faith popped out at around physically 5 years old. Since we don't know the mechanics of grimwalkers EXACTLY (we see that belos tries to possess an unfinished cooking grimwalker in one of the last episodes and it wasn't a baby so i'm assuming???? He can just decide what age they will be) im just gonna say Belos made them that young so that he could pass Faith off as Fate and his child much easier.

4. THIS IS ALL LIKE. SUPER HEADCANON CITY SO GET READY FOR THIS RIDE. this is all entirely based on the fact we don't go into a grimwalker's mind in the show alla hollow mind or the one with willow i forgor the name of. Faith and Hunter grew up together somewhat (faith is older by about 3 years physically) and I think as kids they wanted to fuck around with that kind of magic. Maybe they were both thinking of perhaps a way to cure belos's curse and they decided to go into Faith's mind cause hey! Faith's parent was cursed, maybe some of that is in Faith's mind and they can get rid of it or something. Hunter was going to go by himself into Faith's head but Being Children Who Can't Use Magic they fuck up the spell and Faith was put into their own head.

This is again, all headcanon stuff, but for grimwalkers I'd like to think that a part of the original person's soul is in their head somewhere, just locked away so the current soul can't access it. And faith, while wandering alone in their head scared, came across where Original Fate was locked away and let them out. Fate is confused and pissed, Faith is piss scared, and Faith learns right there that they aren't their own person and learns about the grimwalkers and how they are one.

Faith does get out of their mind (idk maybe belos magics them out) and both hunter and Faith get punished for fucking around with magic like this (how faith got the scar on their eye). So now Fate is there, in their head constantly.

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Back again with another question about the fic-

What other headcanons do you have (that hopefully won't spoil the prequel)?

👀 /hj /pos

Headcanons under the cut since it's a little long :3 /gen /pos

Color-coded for convenience! Galacta appears in red, Meta appears in purple, Morpho appears in orange, and Kirby appears in pink! Anything with "[redacted]" means that going further about it would possibly result in a spoiler for the prequel >.< /gen /pos

Galacta was conscious enough to remember things from when he was sealed, his mind just kinda blocked those memories (which explains why he was tensed up when he heard Meta's voice in The Fic)

After Meta's Mentor left, he was captured by [redacted] and forced to work for him for [redacted] years. He escapes a year before he gets his wings. This escape destroys his Warp Star in the process.

During Meta's time with [redacted], they kinda scrambled his brain a little, so he has very few memories of before he was captured.

Galacta Knight likes [redacted]. Right before he was sealed he [redacted] Morpho Knight. Morpho has been patiently waiting for Galacta to be freed so he could get his (playful) revenge.

Galacta gets a lot of his habits from Morpho.

Morpho doesn't have a favorite fruit, but he does have a sweet tooth. The sweet thing he loves most is honey!

Morpho's wings are always moving, even if he isn't flying. They kinda just slowly open and close when he's not flying. The only time they aren't moving is when he's surprised.

When baby Astrals form, they will sleep until an Astral old enough to be a Mentor intentionally links with them, or (in Astrals like Kirby's case) they form/land on a planet containing very few Astrals. In this case, they'll wake up, and the baby Astral will imprint on the first old-enough Astral they see, unconsciously linking the two together.

Morpho, Galacta, Meta, and Kirby are an exception to this rule, however. This is because [redacted].

When an Astral officially becomes old enough to be a Mentor, the link between their Mentor and themselves dissolves. For cases like Meta Knight, the link will dissolve 2 years after the Mentor leaves unless the Mentor destroys it intentionally, or something happens to the Mentor.

Because Meta's Mentor left too early, Meta Knight does not know too many things about Astral culture. This means Kirby doesn't know much about Astral culture either, since Meta is his Mentor.

This isn't all of mod's headcanons but it's the ones (kinda) important to The Fic and its prequel :3 /gen /pos