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try-set-me-on-fire · 5 months ago

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Tagged by @doeeyeseddie and @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Since I haven’t been posting much for tag games lately, here’s significantly more sentences than that from bucktommy acquire a child au. Warning for mentions of past child abuse in Tommy’s family.

Tommy stares down at the dotted line, pen hovering, running the name through his head over and over again and feeling kind of stupid for it. There’s no meaningful difference, at this point, between this last signature and any other of the seemingly dozens of pieces of paper they’ve signed tonight. Nothing really counts until Buck hands it over to the lawyer on his way to work tomorrow. He could sign and then tear the thing up, toss it in the trash. Find someone better to take this on. Take his name out of it, at the very least, hand the kid over to Evan entirely.

Evan, sitting next to him close enough that their knees are pressed tougher, bony, under the table. “What are you thinking?”

Tommy sighs and sets the pen down, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Can’t we just use… I don’t know, Diaz? I don’t want to give the poor kid my name.”

Buck laughs, just a little, still mostly serious. “I mean, I’m sure Eddie’d say yes if we asked, but- You gave me your name, why’s it a problem now?”

Tommy slides his fingers between Buck’s, surprised as he always is at how well they fit together. “You’re an adult, you can- handle it, carry it. Kinard children have historically been miserable things.”

Evan tilts his head, probably thinking about what Tommy is thinking about: Tommy, beat by his dad who was beat by his dad who was beat by- etc, etc, going back the entire horrible line of them. He’s imagined it before, some medieval peasant kid somewhere, crying into a hay bale or whatever the fuck it is poor folk slept on back then. Evan’d probably know. Maybe farther back than that. A caveman all the other cavemen side-eyed ‘cause he threw his kid in the path of a sabertooth or something.

“Okay,” is what Evan says. “I could get all pop psychology about, like, breaking cycles or whatever, but actually-” he points down the hall. “When I put him to bed tonight he talked literally right up until he was unconscious about all the stuff we saw at the zoo today, that I was in fact there for. Passed out mid word about how we got ice cream and saw a bird. Just a regular bird, that pigeon that landed on the table next to us. I think he was as excited about that as he was about, like, actual lions.”

Tommy laughs, despite his mood. “He was excited about the pigeon.” Milo had been so fascinated by it his ice cream had mostly melted by the time they could successfully prompt him to eat it.

Buck grins. “That kid- our kid- is happy, Tommy. Another talking point? How you carried him everywhere. He got to be so tall, he said you showed him everything.”

“I always hated being too short to see past crowds of people,” Tommy says quietly. “All those legs, everybody strangers.”

“I think most kids hate that,” Buck nods. He leans in to kiss Tommy’s cheek. “You’re not having second thoughts about this?”

“No,” Tommy says, immediate, breathy like it got punched out of him. “No. More than sure.”

Evan nods again. “He’s happy, and safe, and loved because of you. Sign the paper. It’s just a name, and one that I like very much actually.”

“Just a name,” Tommy raises an eyebrow. “So you would’ve been fine with him becoming a Buckley if we had done this the other way?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Buck says, face twisting up lemon-sour as Tommy laughs.

“You hypocrite.”

“Hey, you should have come up with a new name when you married me,” Buck sticks his tongue out, leaning back in his chair like a pleased cat. “Combined them maybe? We could have been… the Binards?”

Tommy squints at him. “No.”

“The Kuckleys?”

“Evan,” Tommy snorts. “No- that’s terrible.”

Buck grins. “Yeah. We really should have just asked Eddie. All be Diazes, it’d fix everything.”

“Imagine the kid’s family tree project at school,” Tommy says, picking up the pen, signing his name as fast as he can before doubt creeps back in. “We’re gonna have to teach him the words ‘non-conventional family structure’.”

Buck laughs and laughs, leaning into Tommy’s side until he kisses up the sound.

Tagging @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @iinryer @chronicowboy @butchdiaz @homerforsure if ya got anything to share!

#seven sentence sunday #tag games #a harder kind of fear

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cocogum · 2 months ago

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C'mon, sugar. Talk about Sadida and why you love him. You know you want to ;)

SJALDLEODODOWOFLFLFKODPE9D8SWIEOODOWOEOEOEIQODOFKSOSOSKKXOSOSLSODOD

GURL

When I say this man is fine, I mean he's FINE FINE LIKE-

Have you SEEN this tree man???

Of all the gods I could've fallen for in an unhealthy way, I really didn't think Sadida would be it.

And omg, I'm so glad I even saw this green guy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I can actually remember when was the first time I got to know about him.

I was probably 11-12 at the time, and I was scrolling on the Krosmoz wiki. I wanted to know more about the twelve gods because Wakfu didn't tell you much about them, and that was in a time when I didn't know about the Krosmoz timeline and how there were so many other works lined up before Wakfu.

I came to learn about all the gods and how they looked, thanks to the wiki, and that's where I SAW HIM.

At first, I just thought he looked cool and mysterious with his mask, but when I learned about the Krosmoz timeline, my ass watched the Dofus movie, Kerubim's Treasures' show, AND THEN ENDED UP ON THE OGREST MANGA SET (i did all this in another year and i precisely remember that the ogrest manga still has four and thr fifth is getting NEAR!!)

As soon as my hands got the Ogrest volumes, my perspective on Sadida COMPLETELY changed. I didn't expect to find so much lore about one god in the Ogrest manga, but I was so glad it ended up being Sadida!!

Not only did Mig, the writer and illustrator, did such an excellent job working with such a mature style, but Sadida had been the center of some chapters WITH THAT VERY SAME STYLE.

(Yeah, I'm going to be talking a lot about the Ogrest manga specifically cuz Sadida has been seen so much in there)

And now you're telling me the fifth volume, a volume I've been waiting for AGES NOW, has Sadida as its cover!?!?!?

THE DELIBERATE CHOICE OF MAKING SADIDA THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE COVER CANNOT BE A COINCIDENCE ‼️‼️‼️

This only implies that we're going to see more of him in this volume, and I'm already ready for it like I've legit been spamming the Ankama shop's refresh button just to see that damn Ogrest volume 5 in the Dofus section already 😭😭😭😭

PLEASE I'M SO GONNA GET FED WHEN IT COMES OUT ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I follow Mig on tumblr and insta (cuz duh, why wouldn't I), so when I first saw that damn cover, I swear my ass freaking squealed when I saw his official post.

We even got some small sneak peeks here and there of the volume on insta, but my eye especially caught that one Sadida shot, which I think may have been from Lacrima's pov.

Just look at him 💖💖

Look at my cute little baby and his cute little cat feet I just wanna jxkskdldlldlfdl

Despite knowing and seeing all these sneak peeks and finally seeing what the fifth volume cover looks like, I didn't get to find an official release date....

Until @ol-files mentioned in a reblog how it's probably gonna come out in mid-October lol LET'S GOOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖💖💖

My guy has game, look at him with himselves his women 💕💕

Name one other god who can pull up ten chicks like that all at the same time and keep them in his realm. THAT'S RIGHT, NONE.

Not even Iop can do that lol

The Ogrest manga made me learn so much about him that we even saw how he made the sadida dolls.

DJKSKDOSLSKDLDLDLDLDLDLDPDP

HE WAS LITERALLY A SEED PLEASE I-

He's so independent, my guy didn't even need anyone's help for this.

Like we're talking about the fact that he made his very first doll without any instructions. It's like he subconsciously knew what to do already. No beginner's guide, no anything. Damn.

HE'S SO CUTE WHY IS HE SO CUTE!?!?!?! 💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖😍💖😍💖❤️💖❤️😍💖😍💖💖😍😍💖😍❤️💖😍💖

LOOK AT HIM ❤️❤️❤️ I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE COULD BRAID HIS HAIR LIKE THAT 💖😭😭💖😭💖😭 he's such a babygirl omg.

I bet one or two of his dolls did his hair that one time lol

Imagine getting yourself a man who's fine with having cute little braids and doing anything with you no matter how "girly" or "weird" it may look AND STILL HAVE THAT RIZZ.

Iop is such a loser for that lol

I'm really sorry for bringing up Iop twice to criticize him, but I truly want to emphasize the significant distinctions between Sadida and Iop. If we closely examine their behaviors and personalities, it becomes increasingly obvious that these two are complete opposites among all the gods in the Krosmoz. They represent the two extreme ends of manhood, illustrating their polar opposition.

Literally, I'm not even exaggerating.

Sadida: plays with dolls, is sensitive to losing someone dear, isn't afraid to show his delicate side to women, doesn't mind having cute hair, cares for who he loves, plays an instrument, keeps his creations with him and only lets them out when they had to, enjoys plants and taking care of them.

Iop: big macho solid man, hides himself to cry, committed grape, is too prideful, doesn't think much, gets disgusted with anything that doesn't relate to his sexuality (no joke he literally said "ew" when he learned he indirectly procreated with Sadida in the Dofus manga), abandons his wives, put a curse on one of his kids (Goultard), disowned one of them (Goultard) and probably many more.

Like do you see this shit???

These two are so different from each other that it's weird but also ironic, given that they had a kid together lol

Sadida's rizz is superior to any other god, I don't care what you say. Just look at him rizzing up Dathura with his flute bro he's so good that he even ended up making Lacrima, another hottie, jealous of Dathura.

But I know what some might be thinking: he crafted them personally for a particular purpose, which is why his dolls necessitated his attentive handling, WHEN THAT IS COMPLETELY FALSE.

When only six sadida dolls were able to charm the dragons to make the primordial dofus, Sadida did not get angry at the other four who failed. He simply told them they made a great effort.

Translation:

Once they were all reunited, Sadida congratulated the six who had succeeded and the others for their efforts.

And guess what? Even after the four sadida dolls' attempts, Sadida never stopped taking care of them!

He even comforts Lacrima, the only sadida doll of the bunch who truly felt troubled by failing the mission.

Translation:

Sadida comforts her, telling her how unimportant the result was in his eyes...

And in the arms of her beloved, she understood...

Her destiny was elsewhere, linked to the quality that had been entrusted to her.

GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE SADIDA ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

He's so caring to his little dolls that it's too sweet. He's clearly that one boyfriend who will immediately take care of you when you're on your period or having cravings 😭❤️❤️❤️

I even made some gifs of him cuz I felt cute that one time 💕💕💕

Some were from Waven:

I could only find and make three of him there since Waven is still in construction and the only twelvian god things I could find at the shop were the emotes and each god had three expressions you could use: happy, angry, defeated.

And others were from Krosmaga:

The first is when you win the battle and unlock him, while the second is when you lose, so you don't get him and have to restart the fight 😭😭

However, the surprising part about Sadida was that his design was still being worked on when the Dofus movie was finished.

Can you believe that Ankama almost screwed up when they were still making his design, by the way?

No joke, if you don't know this, they were almost going to make him look like a cabbage or carnivorous plant....

LIKE BROTHER EWWW NO WHY DID THEY THINK HE'D LOOK GOOD LIKE THAT!?!?!?

These two Sadida character designs used to be design sheets from the Dofus movie 2 that the Ankama team still had in their folders. The title for the second Dofus movie was called "The Return of Julith," and we were going to meet all the gods in there, which is why you'd be able to see some very early character designs of them.

(We've still got no news for the second movie, but Tot did say there might be a chance that they'll make the second one, according to this post, which talks about the upcoming releases of Krosmoz media. So if we do get that second movie, WE MIGHT JUST SEE SADIDA !! Unlike how we only saw a destroyed statue of him in season 4 lol)

I'm genuinely grateful (and RELIEVED) that Ankama threw out his old designs because he clearly didn't look good in those. Not to mention that they didn't look clever like his now canonical design ✨️✨️

So yeah, my leafy husband is clearly very hardworking and sentimental 💕💕💕

I NEED HIS FINISHER MOVE (the gif on the right) SO BADLY YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I also already bought his emotes from Waven lol

Look at him looking all giddy and happy while twirling some plants around!

This man has no excuse to be this cute 😫😫

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lovesickeros · 2 months ago

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do you have any Rosaria headcanons?

I have sporadic headcannons for like. everyone in this game I think abt it maybe a little. think abt it occasionally. just gonna do generalized hcs here since you didn't specify if you wanted smth like yan/sagau or anything 🧍

cryo characters are my fave to write about bc. looks at tsaritsa. no reason in particular :]

kind of wish hoyo went more in depth with visions. stolen authority of the dragon sovereigns given to the common people and there's no side effects it's just a buff? nah. delusions kind of fill that role but I like to think having a vision still changes you in some manner (kind of like how I imagine the archons still retain certain inhuman characteristics even after losing their gnosis. you don't get that kind of power for free)

for cryo users the obvious thing is very cold body temp. which, to me, is why rosaria is so pale. she's practically bordering on getting frostbite and since she doesn't really interact with people, well, it can be a boon when she "works" at night.

if things had been different, she probably wouldn't have been so frigid. someone like Kaeya, even though he got his vision during his fight with Diluc, still had his brother to even him out alongside the rest of the knights (Jean, Lisa, Amber etc). For me, at least, his vision less affected body temp anyway and just generally numbed some of his senses. namely touch & taste. he's been trying to get Rosaria out more but their both cryo so, well..he can't help much. their absolutely besties though. even outside of drinking and needling Diluc.

she smokes a lot because it's as close to warmth as she can get without burning. she's sensitive to heat, even more so then other cryo users. you'd think her being so cold would offer protection against it, but..nah. absolutely dreads hot summers. it's a nightmare for her.

she's generally just very standoffish but she is practical. not aimed at a specific au here but if you manage to get close to her despite her prickly and relatively cold attitude shes actually very protective. she doesn't get close to a lot of people so the few people she is close to she goes out of her way to make sure no one tries anything with them. though most of her help is behind the scenes - you won't really know it's her unless you somehow figure it out. she's sneaky and works at night, which gives her ample opportunity to sort things out. someone giving you trouble? they apologize the next morning seemingly out of nowhere. forgot or lost something? suddenly find it somewhere in plain view in your house.

shes not exactly thrilled about direct praise and thanks. it makes her feel out of place and awkward. if you do realize what she's doing, it's best not to openly bring it up. just taking her out for drinks or something is enough, but she doesn't care if you do nothing either way.

it's like befriending a feral cat.

she's not exactly fond about touching, either. for both of your sakes. shes COLD as I mentioned earlier and I do mean very cold. she'll stick to admiring from a distance. your too good for her anyway. practically the sun in comparison - she'd melt before she even got close.

she'll protect you and you'll be happy and that's all she would ever need. she's fine watching from a distance because she's gotten accustomed to the dark and cold.

#asks #anonymous #rosaria #rosaria x reader #rosaria imagines #oh cryo users my beloved.#most mentally unwell characters ive ever seen. emotionally unavailable bastards (affectionate)#i love adding 2 genshin world building i need vision users 2 be a little fucked up..the more u use ur vision #the worse it gets. which is why rosarias condition is so bad. Kaeya has others to lean on but she doesn't.#she spends so much time ensuring the safety of mondstadt from the shadows she doesnt get a chance.#Kaeya tries but there's only so much he can do since hes also cryo 😔#could maybe see this ss a yan/sagau thing but i left it vague on purpose sooooo #scratches head. n e way.#yeah this is super late lol i dont check my tumblr often erm #anyway how can i mske this sbt the tsaritsa– [gunshot]#i need 2 go before i spam my tags w stuff again erm. n e way.

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tom-the-queer-artist · 8 months ago

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LES MIS CHARACTERS AT DISNEY WORLD

Marius: absolutely cannot believe that there is never a line for Muppet 3D. Favorites rides: Muppet 3D and Journey into Imagination with Figment definitely. thinks the Disney junior dance party is cool even though he's an adult

Javert: hunting Valjean, no time for rides. goes to customer service asking if they've seen a strong older fellow and his daughter walking around magic kingdom. (Alternative: works there) however, he does like one ride. favorite rides: The Haunted Mansion

Enjolras: forcibly removed from animal kingdom for trying to free the animals, forcibly removed from magic kingdom for trying to start an uprising against the king of this supposed kingdom, is only allowed at EPCOT and Hollywood Studios now. Favorite rides: he thinks toy story mania is ok, that's basically it. Definitely a fan of the World Showcase though.

Valjean: literally just there because cosette wants to go, favorite rides are peter pan's flight and the nemo ride.

Cosette: Absolute thrill ride fanatic, favorite ride is Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind because yes. Likes watching the fireworks w/ Marius. People mistake her for being a Disney princess 24/7

ENTIRE THENARDIER FAMILY: Trying to actually bond with each other for once, gets in absolutely insane escapades. They lose Gavroche for like 6 hours at Animal Kingdom and Madame Thenardier's like ''eh he'll be fine'' and later they find him hanging out in like, the monkey habitat somehow. They also lose their car for like another 6 hours in the parking lot and Monsieur Thenardier is like ''you brats were supposed to remember the goddamn number'' until he realizes Gavroche is missing again. Favorite rides/attractions: Gav - Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular, Eponine - Slinky Dog Dash probably, Madame + Monsieur Thenardier - probably Mission Space or anywhere where they can easily steal from people.

Les Amis (Includes Enjolras, Marius, and Ep/Gav despite the fact that I mentioned them already. They go on multiple trips aight): They all go on Kali River Rapids @ Animal Kingdom (before Enj was banned) and Enjolras ends up looking like a grumpy wet cat after it. Courf's favorite ride is Soarin', 100%.

that is it for now this had no point I hope you laughed feel free to leave suggestions in the tags or comments

#broadway #les miserables #les mis #aaron tveit #eddie redmayne #enjolras #les mis 2012 #disney world #funny #shitposting #les mis shitpost #valvert #inspector javert #javert #cosette #cosette fauchelevent

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cookiesupplier · 3 months ago

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Catch You When You Fall - Part Eight

pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo & ofc (Catherine)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, angst, murder, mystery, smut, mentions of speciesism, mentions of violence, trauma, mental health, depression, anxiety, sleep terrors, loss of appetite, (potentially more to come)

summary: A new soul has arrived in the Afterlife. While she appears to adjust just like anyone else might in the new environment of the world of life after death, despite the ordeal she experienced with her death. The question is has she really, and can Nicholas help her without crossing lines that he knows he shouldn't?

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Nicholas was at a loss, he had a caught Cat in his arms, as she stumbled, thinking she had just entirely passed out, only to have her eyes, wide and glassy blinking up at him, maybe she was just woozy? He swallowed as he looked down at her, the way her expression was in a state of shock seeing him out of nowhere, Nicholas could almost imagine what might be going through her head. Either this was a dream, or she could have somehow died and passed through the doors all over again, he’d been there, the question had been asked by souls in the past with surreal moments after they first arrived. Strands of his long dark hair that had escaped where he’d tied it back into a bun at the back of his head had fallen around his face. They brushed along her cheeks before he was helping her stand back up to her feet.

“Are you alright? You almost took quite the fall just then.”

Watching her carefully, even as she stood up, he noticed as she did, she reached out for the railing on her balcony, to grasp it for support, keeping her balance. Was she swaying a little?

“I, I’m fine, I think I just need to sit down a lit-”

Nick frowned in concern a little down a little at her.

“When did you last eat?”

Glancing at his watch, okay, so it was starting to get a bit later in the day, and maybe he would be heading home, and starting to think about dinner soon himself. But seeing her almost pass out like that, it felt a bit off to him. Not to mention her eyes being all glassy right now, honestly he didn’t quite know what it might mean, if it meant anything at all, she could just be tired after starting her job the past two days. Either way, he worried about whatever had caused the effect, and wanted to make sure she was okay before he left her here on her own. It would be different if he knew she had someone staying with her, but she didn’t. That was a thought though, a roommate situation, or even just a buddy program for the newly acquainted to Hell, but roommates would be most useful. Especially in this situation. Just someone checking in on her, who knows how long it would have taken for them to figure out how long it would have taken to realise she had passed out. Some would say it was also the point of Bryce, but he had piles of cases on his books, Nicholas knew that personally, at least, he should, though, plenty of Nicholas’ were actually ones in punishment. Not all of them were viable souls living in Hell.

Nicholas, what was Nicholas doing here. One moment, Cat was moving to head back inside of her apartment because she was starting to feel dizzy, and the next she had his warm, soft but firm arms around her. Swallowing as his eyes, piercing blue eyes as they stared into hers, she was dazed, and she felt sick, she knew why, not that she wanted to admit it when he asked her when she’d last eaten. It was all she could do not to groan. Just his voice, no matter how soft, and gentle he sounded, there was a commanding quality to it, that promised trouble if she dared lie to him, and yet, what could he do to her really?

“I had something this afternoon, when I got home, after work.”

She had, technically, she had the coffee, never mind that most would say that wasn’t technically eating anything, but she had had something at least. Bending the truth a little, not out right breaking it though at least, there was that, her mother hated it when people lied. The thought of upsetting her mother, even if she was not here, she was glad her mother was not here. That dark feeling in the pit of her stomach churned at the thought of her mother being here sooner than she should. Cat shouldn’t be here. She wanted to sob, Cat shouldn’t be here. Swallowing, she took in a deep breath. Blinking back the sting in her eyes as she thought about how she came to be here at all.

“I just, I just need to, need to sit down, maybe I was outside in the sun too long, a rest could help. At least I hope so.”

She knew what would really help, and he was probably right, food, but admitting to that when he was right there, would just be admitting that she likely lied, and she didn’t want to do that. Cat also didn’t want to think about how he had just appeared out of nowhere as he seemed determined to help her inside, his hand so soft, so gentle on her arm, holding her. She presumed to make sure she didn’t fall again.

As she stepped back inside of her apartment, making her way to her sitting area, Nicholas walked with her to her couch, and she moved to sit down with a sigh, just letting herself relax. It would be a bold faced lie to say she didn’t feel a bit weak and dizzy. Without even realising that he had moved, a moment later, something was being pressed into her hand, a cool glass of water. He’d disappeared into her kitchen to get her a glass of water… and she hadn’t even noticed?

“Drink, and we’ll order you something for dinner, you need to eat.”

She’d been about to lift the glass to her lips when she baulked at his soft voice, not wanting to, as much as intended to eat, controlling her own dinner, her own food, that was different.

“No, I have already planned some-”

“You need to eat something, and I’m sorry, as much as you might want to I don’t think you are up to cooking, I’ll order you something, unless you have a preference?”

Staring up at him, the way his voice washed over her, as kind and soothing as he sounded, there was a no-nonsense quality to it that made her want to shrink in her seat,

“I, um, could we get Chinese, noodles, please? They… They are my favourite.”

Her father’s favourite, actually, and they reminded her of him. Seeing the way his eyes glanced up from his phone before he dialled a number he seemed to already know by heart and press it to his ear, starting to order familiar dishes from a Chinese restaurant, and Cat sighed. Enough for two, from the sounds of it, he wasn’t going to leave her, whether because she tried to fight him, or because she’d had her spill. He had invited himself over for dinner. What had she gotten herself into?

Nicholas knew he was digging himself in deeper by each passing moment. Now he was waiting for dinner to arrive, dinner that he’d insisted on ordering. He shouldn’t be here, but he couldn’t just leave her here, on her own, maybe he could call Ellie, see if she would be willing to come stay with her, or Ishtar? However, as he moved to sit across from her in the armchair across from her three seater couch in her living area, he didn’t. He knew he probably should, give him reason to head home, and keep space between them, but he didn’t. There was just something about her, and walking away and leaving her in the hands of someone else, even someone he trusted, felt just as bad, as leaving her alone.

Then again, it wasn’t about feeling bad, he didn’t think.

He just wanted to be here to make sure she was okay, was that so bad?

Yes, Nicholas it was bad, it was terrible. Dammit, no, no, he was fine, it was just dinner, it was just making sure she ate. He was just passing by, and she had a spell, and he was doing his do diligence, and he’d report it to Bryce tomorrow and make sure everything was above board and fine. No one could be sanctioned, not Bryce, and not himself.

“Have you known Ishtar and Ellie long?”

Smiling slightly, small talk time, slightly,

“Somewhat, yes, I was Ellie’s caseworker when she arrived here.”

Seeing the look that crossed her face,

“Like Bryce, I looked after her case and made sure she had her job, her apartment, though Jolly and Folio took care of showing her around for me a lot, cheeky that they are, they’re good friends of mine. Ishtar, I’ve gotten to know more since she started dating Folio.. Who, well, his name is actually Nick, but we call him Folio so it’s less confusing for everyone that way.”

When that made her chuckle slightly, Nicholas couldn’t help but smile a bit more, it was good to hear that, it was nice. She seemed a little bit off kilter the whole time, wary of him, and he wasn’t surprised. Cat didn’t know him, only meeting him yesterday, he turned up here and inviting himself in, even if to help her, but then staying for dinner, it was a lot. He might have a purpose, but he knew it was a lot. A part of him wondered if there wasn’t more to it, if, she wasn’t worried about something else, and that bothered him some.

How much was Bryce paying attention? Had he checked in on her since she started work yesterday morning? Sure, it was only two days, but he would have checked in on Ellie after one day if he hadn’t seen her that very first night at the bar. Yes, he was aware that had been a part of the problem, being too involved, but it had still worked out. Ellie was fine in the end, but he still felt like something was off was Cat, and he just hoped Bryce was not brushing her off.

“Were you Folio’s caseworker too?”

Shaking his head,

“No, and I wasn’t Jolly’s either, Jolly does however work with Folio and Ellie..”

The way she was nodding, he realised Ellie must have mentioned him, at least his name, or Folio, either of them could have, she’d met both.

“I met Folio, through, my adopted brother, Noah, after Folio got his job in the arrival's office with Jolly a long time ago, long before Ellie came to Hell. Ellie and Noah are bonded, much like Folio and Ishtar. Noah is, well, you’ll know him when you meet him, he comes with a,”

Nicholas hummed as he considered the worded to use.

“Well, an entourage. Ellie likes to refer to them as his shadows, so to speak. It's rather ridiculous. You’d think now that he has a bonded that they’d leave him alone, but no, they still follow him around, like being a demon lord has a point.”

Watching Cat’s eyes go wide, oh he shouldn’t have said that part,

“There’s demon lords?”

“Yes, it just means he’s high up in his level of Hell, I promise you, it's not as special as it sounds. It’s actually a whole hell of a lot of work, that only sounds like it is all kinds of fancy and wonderful. It’s really not. Just a great big headache, trust me.”

Cat frowned the way he said that. It sounded like he was speaking from actual experience, not that he was talking about Noah, but that he was talking about himself. Oh, she turned her head when she heard the doorbell, dinner. Their food had arrived. However, when she went to stand to get up so she could answer the door, she got a bit too dizzy for a moment and struggled, whether Nicholas noticed or not, he reached out to stop her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

She swallowed, looking over at him as she collapsed back into her seat, feeling the darkness in the pit of her stomach twist. The hand around her throat tighten again, she couldn’t breathe before Nicholas was standing up and walk towards the door. What, what was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she do the most simple thing? Stand up and walk to the door, it wasn’t that hard. She wasn’t that weak. She wasn’t that tired. She was fine, she was fine. It wasn’t that she wasn’t eating, she’d missed a meal before. Cat had missed breakfast, sure, but it was nothing. She’d done the forty-hour famine, she had a coffee, it kept her going, she was fine, why couldn’t she even stand up without any trouble right then?

Swallowing as Nicholas sat across from her again, setting the bag of food for their dinner on the table, smiling warmly to him, banishing the thought from her mind, not wanting him to know the self-doubt. He didn’t need to know all of that. That was the last thing she needed, a new friend to find out how much was going on inside of her head. She could figure it out, she could, everything was just, a little bit chaotic, all she needed was time to breathe. Surely that was it.

#nicholas ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo x ofc #original female character #original character #demons #bad omens #fanficition #bad omens fanfic #hell au #hell verse #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #bad omens fic #nick ruffilo #nick ruffilo fic #fic: catch you when you fall

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rebornologist · 9 months ago

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Hi, Jyunie! I hope you're feeling well!

First of all, I really wanted to thank you for sharing your writings, they always make my day better. 💜

For my request, I'd like to see your take on this scenario: reader being Dino's S/o and Squalo's best friend.

Do you think they would get along fine, or bicker a lot? I kinda think Squalo is super protective, even though he pretends to not care a lot, so I can picture him threatening Dino right when the relationship started. On the other side, I think Dino would definitely try his best to become friends (in his head, they are since school years, but Squ denies it) with Squalo to make his S/o happy.

Anyways, thanks so much for keeping your requests open!

Also, you don't have to reply if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. Your health is the most important.

Hello Emyyy my lovee! Thank you for sliding this into my inbox, I love them both so much and this is such a fun dynamic. I penned this a bit late into the night, and honestly need to finish my reread of the series as a refresher of all the characters traits and interpersonal interactions in canon.. but I hope you enjoy :) All my love xox

♡ Dino as your S/O & Squalo as your best friend ✧

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Dino and Squalo are fascinating to me because they differ greatly in what they pride themselves in and where their loyalties lie, not to mention their contrasting temperaments. They’re a tortoiseshell cat and labrador retriever duo if I’ve ever seen one.

I see them as people that just keep finding each other in life, despite not intending to become close to one another, it kind of just happens. There’s a bond there, even if it’s just mutual respect and knowing that they can rely on the other (even if they would never want to do that).

I’d like to imagine that Reader would have known Squalo prior to the ring conflict, being a close friend of his, and not knowing Dino well/at all until Squalo got his ass handed to him and he reconnected with Dino in the hospital. They may not understand the Cavallone head’s intentions with saving Squalo, but it meant the world to them that they got to see their best friend in one piece. They could have gotten to know Dino better by running into him during their hospital visits. The relationship that ensued definitely developed outside of any interactions with Squalo involved, because they would have gotten their asses handed to them if either of them went to him for tips on how to woo the other.

Squalo’s invested in his friend’s wellness and success but is not the type to pry or think too much about their personal life—he has a lot going on with his work already, and if there was anything pressing, they would share without him asking. And that they do, earning them the most memorable shocked and wide-eyed look from the swordsman.

✧ ୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧ ✧

“WITH WHO?! That Cavallone loser? You’re fucking with me.” He gives you an incredulous side eye when you finally mention that the date you’re leaving for is with Dino. You stand your ground, giving him a flat smile and a quick shake of the head.

“Nope, not joking.”

He holds his temples with his gloved hand for a moment, and you see his head dip as he sighs quietly in resignation.

“For fuck’s sake,” he turns to raise an eyebrow at you, his face twisted as if he just smelled something bad. “...why?”

✧ ୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧ ✧

He asks out of curiosity, and would tell you “that’s enough” the second you start actually gushing about Dino. He’s smart enough to understand what your intentions may be with the Cavallone boss, but.. he still.. needs a moment to process the idea of anyone actually being worth your time and affections. He has a lot of pride in himself and by extension, the people he associates with. He respects Dino enough and can come to terms with the fact that in any case of you not being able to handle yourself, you’ll at least be in good hands. He realizes that now he’s doomed to meet Dino again for lunch or something, now that he’s your s/o. He pretends to mind it more than he actually does, he’s just not good at expressing himself.

While Squalo is processing this, Dino is, in fact, right outside ready to pick you up with his luxury car and a giant bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

Dino doesn’t see any issue with you being Squalo’s bestie and is actually... so happy that Squalo is the reason that he got to meet you again! He’s definitely the warmer one in any of their exchanges, but any tension between them is more about their differing loyalties than anything else, so they can at least both agree that you are an excellent individual.

Their bickering is minor, especially as time goes on and they grow used to the dynamic. In Squalo’s eyes, he doesn’t have to become Dino’s bestie just because he’s dating his best friend, and Dino is as amicable as ever. He cares just enough about not stepping on toes in the sense that he minds the PDA (he does this in general, but especially if he feels like it might be bothering someone in their presence).

Through you, Dino begins to learn more about Squalo. He’s the shit brickhouse and Reader is the one that gushes to their s/o about how much they love their best friend. Personally, I think that best friends are soulmates, so I can only imagine how much Reader has to share with Dino, and of course, he eats it all up. He loves learning more about Squalo on a level that only a personal friend would know, and not just what he knows about him as a swordsman and professional assassin. He also shares as much as you'd want to hear about his time in school and what "memories" he has from the alternate future. It's really amusing to see the differences in how the two describe the same events.

At some point Dino becomes involved in little things like your close friends' birthdays, Christmas cards, etc. Squalo thinks it’s totally extra and uncalled for, but Dino insists that it’s because they’re basically pals?!? Friends by proxy?! Nothing wrong with Squ being on the DinoY/N holiday postcard mailing list <3

Sometimes Squalo makes comments about how the two of y’all should “take it somewhere else”. Dino laughs it off and teases that Squ will most definitely be Reader's man of honour at the wedding, and Reader can decide to either shut down Dino in embarrassment or agree enthusiastically to torture their bestie further. All in good fun :’)

this was so cute to think about I love grumpy sunshine sm help

#khr #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #superbi squalo #dino cavallone #dino cavallone x reader #dino x reader

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chronic-cynic · 5 months ago

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Hey, I've seen you reblogging various things about bsd and I was wondering if you recommend reading it? If so, I was wondering where I could read the manga (preferably online but if I can't do it there, then that's fine).

Hm. I’m not the best person for this because I watched the anime some time ago and haven’t picked it back up since, so I’m going to tag @sleepy-vix in case she can help you out.

That being said, I’ll still give you my input. This will be long.

I don’t read manga that often, and I haven’t read the BSD manga. So in my opinion, I think you should watch around 2-3 episodes of the anime before deciding on reading the manga, since an anime is normally made to promote the manga. Most people end up catching up with the anime before deciding to read the manga because they feel so connected to the story, but I don’t know how you feel about revisiting the same story twice (albeit in a different way). That’s the way I’d do it too, but since you’re most interested in reading the manga, you could look into my first suggestion of watching a few episodes and see what you want to do from there.

That’s how I would recommend doing it. Would I recommend it at all? Yes? I’m not that connected to the story now, but I loved it back then and I think it’s a story you can get obsessed over. It has a plethora of characters, all of which are fleshed-out and worth rooting for despite what side they are on, so you are guaranteed to find an absolute favourite. The world is immersive and the plot is very interesting.

Now for some of my more negative opinions. This probably shouldn’t mean much as someone who hasn’t read the manga, but from what I’ve seen… the story just keeps dragging on? Fake character death after fake character death, random plots that appear from seemingly nowhere (<- again, haven’t read the manga so I could be wrong about this). It is still worth keeping up with, though, because the characters are just so interesting, and I think that’s why the fan base has stuck to it regardless. I also mentioned this to you some time ago, but I’ve moved away from male centric stories because I’ve gotten so tired of having to imagine myself in male spaces. BSD is one of those medias. It has a handful of well-written female characters, but the sheer volume of male characters overshadows them. And, from what I remember, there’s maybe 2 or 3 interactions between two women in the entire series (this definitely could have changed since then). But all of this comes down to personal taste.

BSD is the dark academia anime. Not because of the plot, but because of the general mood and the character design. This makes it even more enticing. However, if you are looking for something that’s more dark academia adjacent, I’d recommend Moriarty the Patriot. Haven’t read the manga for this one either, but the anime is great and is also seen as a dark academia anime.

This one also has a lack of female characters, but as with BSD, it has a lot to offer. It’s a Sherlock retelling from Moriarty’s perspective, but it makes him an anti-hero instead of a villain. It’s almost a love story between Moriarty and Sherlock, except the bucketloads of flirting and chasing after each other aren’t enough to make it canon. Unbelievably queer without actually being queer (and the same could be said for BSD, but this one also contains a basically canon trans character). It contains great murder mysteries and an overarching plot that captivates you. I also don’t think anyone could get over the anime ending. It’s a story about a detective chasing after a villain, but he ends up befriending said villain but isn’t aware of it (the villain, Moriarty, is). Cat and mouse chase ensues.

I’m recommending it because it’s less of a commitment than BSD, and because you seem like you’re finally getting into anime so I thought I’d very politely push my interests onto you. There’s also many other recommendations I’d love to give but this is getting too long.

To sum this up: I am not a hardcore fan anymore, but yes I would recommend the anime, but I can’t say much about the manga because I haven’t read it (in most cases, the manga ends up being better than the anime).

Here is a website I use to read manga, hasn’t given me any viruses yet. Not the best, given that there are ads every second page, so be warned. It’s hard to find good sites for manga, so this is the best I could do. (Vix? Do you have any sites?). For anime, here is my absolute favourite site because it has almost any anime and doesn’t contain many ads. Here is a backup site, but you should definitely use an adblocker for it.

Okay okay, that’s it. I’m finally done.

#i’d like to clarify that the lack of female characters wasn’t the deal breaker for me #there are some shows that i like that are male centric #it’s just that i lost interest in this series and can now see it for what it is #i still appreciate the show though #i float just outside of the fandom #answered #pessimisticgh0st #bsd #mutuals

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totaleclipse573 · 10 months ago

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Can I dump some lore on yall real quick. Actually a pretty long post if you're interested but its

About Doleon, the Supreme, the Shards of Chaos, etc. Basically the beginning of it all.

Oc Universe lore has been on my mind recently (I may have talked about some of these things before, and if I have, HERES A BETTER EXPLANATION.)

FIRST, THOUGH! LITTLE WARNING BECAUSE THINGS DO GET VIOLENT TOWARDS THE END. NOTHING VERY GRAPHIC DESCRIBED, JUST A MENTION, BUT JUST IN CASE...

Before anything, the personalities and powers of the brothers, just a recap :

Akmad : The over-the-top, plays by the rules and makes sure you will too brother. NO CHAOS (fun) ALLOWED. We have a PURPOSE here and its OUR JOB to make sure we do it right. Doleon, Lorcan, no, you cannot use your energies to race around and go fast. Each "shard connection" grants them an ability to better protect them. Akmad's is light (the power of flashlight-)

Erebus : Cold, serious and secluded. He pretends not to care when he really does. His power is foresight, but its really random, and typically, no one believes him (until it happens)

Orpheus : Silly boy. He's very kind hearted and gentle, despite his ability of overwhelming strength.

Ragnar : ANGY, short tempered, impatient. His ability goes well with him, pyrokinesis. (I imagine he gets angry and just starts flaring at the tips of his quills.)

Lorcan : The goofster, "I ain't gonna listen to no one," living by his own rules (or, trying to. Thanks for that, Akmad.) He can just go really fast 👍

Doleon : Doleon. Electro energy thing.

Kieran : Selective mute (except with Doleon, for some reason,) little baby man, scaredy cat. He doesn't really know his ability yet but he's made some funky purple portals once.

So to start, it all began with the Supreme. The earliest known guardian to all seven Shards of Chaos. But they've (behold, an all powerful enby entity,) been guarding and keeping their power safe from the universe for SO LONG, centuries, perhaps longer? That its negative effects start to take toll. The shards begin to corrupt them, and it takes EVERYTHING THEY'VE GOT not to go in too deep and stay morally good. But the power is killing them, they know they're going to die soon. But the Shards can't just be left unprotected. They need a new guardian. New GUARDIANS. One for each, so the power doesn't become too much to handle.

One by one, Supreme "creates" each guardian (who needs childbirth? JUST LITERALLY CREATE ONE OUT OF PURE ENERGY. They're created using shard energy, and that gives each of them their connection to a specific shard.)

The order goes, from "eldest" to "youngest," Akmad, Erebus, Orpheus, Ragnar, Lorcan, Doleon, and Kieran. They technically don't have ages, nor can age physically. They're adults in the brain.

They were created as small children, raised by the Supreme until they could handle themselves (cough cough a few months cough) HAD THEIR OWN PARENT ERASED FROM THEIR MEMORIES TO PREVENT ATTACHMENT, and then sent into this weird little "world" that only they could enter. It was really to prevent any distractions from their main goal of protecting the Shards (which is a memory they're left with. Call it destiny. They know the Supreme EXISTS, they just don't remember ever being around them.)

They specifically aren't supposed to abuse the power of the Shards. It's always been DANGEROUS AND FORBIDDEN. Akmad especially enforces these rules (he SWEARS he remembers encountering the Supreme once before…he'll be the one to enforce their will.) Of course, though, A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time passes (remember the ageless thing?) and Doleon is kind of sick of it? Always just being told to DO THE THING BECAUSE ITS WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO. Like, what if he's a little curious? All Akmad or anyone will ever tell him is that its their PURPOSE or some crap. He needs MORE THAN THAT. Why CAN'T they use the Shards energy unless its to protect them? He's used it for fun a few times before and come out just fine! Maybe he would…experiment a bit.

So he does and the results are a disaster, obviously. He overloads on the energy, whoops.

Essentially, it takes the connection Doleon has with the energy of his shard, breaks a sort of "barrier" meant to keep him safe from its negative effects, and disguises itself as a good thing. Like look, you let me use you as a host for more power? You get more power. Simple as that. And that's what it is, he's able to use his energy without barriers. In other words, he overloads on it.

So despite how terrible he felt afterwards, when he WAS able to use it it actually felt pretty good? Like he was the most powerful person in EXISTENCE. THERE WAS LITERALLY NOTHING THE ENERGY DIDN'T ALLOW HIM TO DO. NO LIMITS! Kind of addicting, really. A little too much so. If ONE shard did all that…what kind of power would ALL SEVEN give him?

So Doleon knows he probably cant get the shards on his own. If the guardians aren't around, the little temple thingies they're secured in have slight defense mechanisms. Still not enough to keep them fully protected without their guardians, which he probably needs to lure away somehow, but still risky. He needs help. Maybe from someone who would do anything for him…? No matter how crazy it would sound to everyone else…?

That's right, I'm roping Kieran into this mess.

"I just wanna try something out! It won't hurt anyone, promise!" Oh Doleon if you knew. It seemed a little odd, but Kieran would try and be as helpful as possible!

Summary of the whole process bc its too long to describe in full : They find ways to get the shards however they can. Sometimes, it was pretty easy (especially with Orpheus…easiest one yet) but other times, it proved difficult. A few times, they even accidentally managed to activate the defense mechanisms (one of these being…particularly traumatizing for Doleon, where the temple might have sort have began to close up on him and if Kieran couldn't find a way to stop it in time, he would be killed through two walls literally colliding against his body and squashing him to death slowly and painfully. How silly. Wonder where he got that claustrophobia from.)

Little by little, the more shards they collect and hide from the other brothers, the more changes Kieran notices in Doleon. It scares him, but he'll keep going. Just…maybe keep a close eye on him. Eventually, they run into Erebus, not really paying much attention to where they're going, and Doleon just crashes into Erebus, much to the older brother's annoyance. But something happens. He sees something. A quick little flash in his mind, but still. One of what looks to be one of his own brothers still stands, he can't really see who, but the others? Nothing but shadowy, blurred corpses on the ground. When his two younger brothers have already left and he's alone again, it snaps him back to reality. Remember when I said he pretends not to care about anything? Well shit, what he just saw looks bad. REALLY bad. Someone must have…broken through, somehow. Hurt all but one. He NEEDED to prevent that. So he goes to his other brothers to tell about what he saw, all while Doleon and Kieran go about getting the last shard remaining. No one could FATHOM one of their own hurting the others…it makes no sense! Ruled out automatically.

But what if I said.

Doleon doesn't even know what he's about to do. Literally, mind disconnected from everything else. Once he decides to do what he planned to try with all seven, the shards are in control now. But it doesn't fully happen until he decides to SNAP. And when is that? During an argument with Akmad over his recent strange behavior where Doleon insists nothing is happening or wrong. The shards take over and whoops! You stabbed your brother with an energy spear straight through the heart! Cool, heres some more energy to do a little more violence to the rest of them.

You have to But you know who he snaps out of it at. Poor little Kieran, who could do nothing but watch all that time…the others all fought, so why didn't he?! Why did HE have to be the coward?! Why did HE have to be the little weakling good for nothing at all?! And to make it all worse, he HELPED cause this. He was SOOOOOOOOOOOO WILLING TO HELP! Did that make the half of it his fault?

He's just so done with Doleon now. He may be blaming himself too but Doleon killed all the rest. He's actually angry. He's never risen his voice before, but look at him now. Neither of the remaining two are themselves anymore.

He just turns away. Doleon knows he's not coming back. That hurts…but the shards tell him it shouldn't. You're all powerful now, aren't you? That's what you wanted from the start! Do something with it! Forget Kieran, forget your brothers! You never needed them anyway!

And he turns away too. Shame, they had the strongest bond out of all seven…

And for the rest of his immortal life, Kieran decides he needs to be better. Just. Never care again. And what does that turn him into, centuries later?

In the oc universe au, Kieran is in the place of :

Black Death :) Now, I'm aware that Doleon and Kieran being brothers...does not make Shadow and Eclipse brothers. But here's the thing about that, idk WHAT they are actually. Bc to that extent they aren't canonically "brothers" either. In canon, Doom created Black Death, and he created Eclipse. Who knows what that makes them. Due to that, I headcanon that "brothers" in the Black Arms is just the general familial term. Therefore, to me, it makes sense. Sooooooo...random lore drop! Hooray!

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fandom #oc universe au #sonic au #doleon lore?#supreme #akmad #erebus #orpheus #ragnar #lorcan #doleon doom #kieran #i should talk about them more #guardian bros

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yuisdad · 2 years ago

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Trick or Alice but better: Part 1

Trick or Alice is an R-18 otome game created by Little Cheese in 2012, the same company behind the yandere game Kuro to Kin no Akanai Kagi. It’s based off of the famous Alice in Wonderland book series by Louis Carroll. Content warning for mentions of sexual content.

From what I heard from people who played it, not only did the game tell it’s story in a very confusing way, but it was also boring due to it’s slow pace. Although, I did hear that 3/5 of the love interests’ romance was written pretty decently. For my revised version, I’ll be ditching the rape, incest, and the little pedophilia the game had for obvious reasons. I’m also not making it an otome game, let alone an R-18 game. The art style looks very cute and colorful, so it’s very disturbing to see these adorable looking characters doing the devil’s tango. The game is also so plot focused that the romacne would feel a little forced if that makes sense.

I would also have the story be told episodically, but it has an ongoing plot in the backround, similar to Bustafellows, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Season 1 and Season 2-A of The Owl House. That way, the character interactions would feel more concise and light-hearted rather than boring and dragged out. I also would have the Black Rabbit not be Louis Carroll himself, but rather his own person that happened to have created Wonderland. He would also physically look like an adult, since the “looks like a child, but is actually an adult” trope is gross, especially if you’re doing it on a real person. The Wonderland animals would also look like anthropomorphic animals rather than people with animal ears and tails.

Revised version:

White Rabbit and Chrono, The Mad Hatter, were born in a white void, or a “blank page” if you will. White Rabbit had magic, so he was able to conjure up basic needs, like a home, food and water. Outside of their little home, they rest of the world around them was nothing but white. For the longest time, they were fine with this, since they were only fine with each other. The White Rabbit, in spite of his stoic personallity, was always more imaginative. Chrono, despite his more outgoing behavior, preffered to follow the rules. The one thing both of them were worried about was time and what they could make use of it. In spite of their differences, they were close friends. They had plenty of tea parties together and White Rabbit would teach Chrono a few magic tricks. However, when they became adults, White Rabbit felt alone and wanted to make this void more than just a “blank page.” Chrono felt content with this way of living, but he was fine with what the White Rabbit wanted so he could be happy.

White Rabbit decided to create a book titled “Wonderland.” Whatever he writes in the book, it would come to life in the white void. He created a world called Wonderland, a paradise where anything could happen. With Wonderland came the concept of Time, which took the form of a baby girl. White Rabbit and Chrono decided to raise Time together as their child. More specifically, Chrono was the dad, while White Rabbit was more like an uncle figure to Time. In return, White Rabbit created the Queen of Hearts to create some semblance of order for Chrono. Eventually, other residence were born in Wonderland due to the world’s influence, including a cat who smiles a lot, twins made from shadows and light, and a dormouse who liked to sleep a lot. Their names are Chesire, Shadow, Light, and Round respectively.

However, as the pages of the book became worn out over time, it created rifts, or rabbit holes, that led to other worlds. White Rabbit went to these worlds to close the rabbit holes so nothing will go through Wonderland, all the while making sure he’s 10 minutes early to Chrono’s tea party. What the White Rabbit didn’t know was that a little girl named Alice Liddell from the human world had followed him before he could close the last rabbit hole. Due to Alice now being trapped in Wonderland, White Rabbit felt it was his rsponsibility to look after Alice for the time being. White Rabbit looked after Alice like a doting father, while Chrono acted more like a fun uncle. Alice and Time grew up together like sisters, inseperable in spite of Alice’s cheeful and upbeat personality to Time’s more reserved and calm behavior.

Over time, Chrono began to resent Alice due to her growing up rather selfish. This was due to White Rabbit spoiling her and giving her whatever she wanted to make her happy. He also felt like Alice took White Rabbit’s time away from Chrono and Time, as the two friends started to drift apart. Chrono complained about this to Time and a sleeping Round after his tea parties, beleiveing that if Alice hadn’t fallen down the rabbit hole, then White Rabbit wouldn’t have been so preocupied. But then…Chrono had an idea…an awful idea…Chrono had a wonderful, AWFUL idea…He was going to kill Alice…This resulted in a chase sequence as White Rabbit tried to protect Alice from the mad Chrono.

White Rabbit decided to use his powers to create a pocket demension for Alice and himself to hide in. This world was called “The Looking Glass World” due to it looking like the human world Alice resided in, and it had humanoid clones of all the Wonderland residnece, aside from Chrono. The only one able to enter in and out of this world was Chesire Cat, who took the form of a stray cat that visited Alice whenever he entered the Looking Glass World. White Rabbit took Alice’s memories as an attempt to keep her safe, as he dons the name “Henry Liddell” and pretends to be her father. Due to using a lot of powers to make the dimention, White Rabbit’s fur turns black, making him the “Black Rabbit” instead. Meanwhile, Chrono took Black Rabbit’s book during the chase, which caused him to gain the abilities to create Wondeland in his own image. However, he descovers the Black Rabbit placed a “bookmark” of sorts to prevent Chrono from using it. This “bookmark” was Elizabeth, a talking plant that resides in the Queen of Hearts’ garden. What the Black Rabbit didn’t know was that this would cause Wonderland to be stuck in a time loop due to the book being stuck in place. Chrono uses this to his advantage, where while he can’t use the book itself, he can use Time to change the events that happen in each repeating day. He kills the Queen of Hearts without anyone’s knowledge except Time, and pretends to be her via the book’s magic. The residents notice how the once nice Queen of Hearts became a tyranical dictator, forcing everyone to go by her rules, or else, they’ll be off with their heads. Chrono as the Queen of Hearts killed anyone who apposed his rule, using Time to make their and the real Queen of Hearts’ deaths permanent. Chrono is also able to enter the Looking Glass World, pretending to be a doctor at Alice’s school without Black Rabbit’s knowledge.

A few months pass by in the Looking Glass World, where after Alice’s 16th bithday, Black Rabbit was going to tell Alice everything and return her back to her world. However, at midnight, a gaint rabbit hole caused by Chrono destroys the Looking Glass World and forces Alice and Black Rabbit to return to Wonderland. Alice slowly regains this information as she meets her friends again, trying to find the Black Rabbit in the process. After her journey of trying to be a better person and friend than the one she was before losing her memories, she finds Black Rabbit hiding in the remains of the Looking Glass World. He explains everything to her and apologizes for not being a better parental figure and erasing her memories. Alice also apologizes for causing Black Rabbit and Chrono’s relationship to break, but he assures Alice that it’s between them and none of that was her fault.

In the finale, they return to Wonderland to defeat Chrono with the help of the other residence. Elizabeth decides to sacrifice themselves for the sake of Wonderland and ends up in the Looking Glass World, releasing the seal from the book and causing an end to the time loop. Black Rabbit gets his book back and Time takes her revenge on Chrono by rapidly increasing his time, with him dying of old age Mother Gothel style. Black Rabbit decides to let everyone use the book to loosen the world of Wonderland, while keeping some rules in place, like no murdering people for example. In the epilogue, an adult Alice desides to return to her own world after the book ran out of room and Black Rabbit dies. She says goodbye to all of her friends and family before leaving, and they allow her to take the book with her so she will always be reminded of Wonderland. In Wonderland, an adult Time oversees the world to make sure things are going smoothly. In the real world, Alice discovers that Elizabeth is now human and the Black Rabbit, before his death, combined the Looking Glass World and the human world into one. Alice and Elizabeth live together in a cottage, as they take care of a calico rabbit, cat, and mouse. Alice and Elizabeth ocassionally visit Wonderland when they want to. Alice creates her own book series based on her adventures in Wonderland and becomes a famous novellest, using the pseudonym “Louis Carroll.” Elizabeth is a famous fasion model and broadway actor and director, adaptaing some of Alice’s novels into movies.

Part two will contain character information and their involvement in the story, as well as some ideas for gamepley.

#trick or alice #otome critical

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starry-bi-sky · 5 months ago

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okay okay okay. damn where do i start lmfao. First off standard: I looove all of this. okay. I am super super in love with hyper competent Danny, tis just. One of my fave things ever. And it reminds me!! of the fact that there's been in-canon evidence that Danny has a tendency to learn things by only seeing it done once. (Learned how to do a ghost tail after seeing another ghost do it; Dan's ghostly wail, etc, etc.) I think that would translate beautifully (to my own entertainment) over into DCU. Wanted to get that off my chest before delving more into this.

Mad Scientist Danny is frankly another one of my favorite things ever. Sometimes I think it gets a tad blown out of proportion but overall Danny being a talented engineer and inventor is one of my favorite things ever. I have a headcanon (that i don't remember if it's canon or not) that while Tucker is a fantastic coder, he struggles with the physical building side of all of it. He's a coder first and foremost and an engineer second. But Danny is just. brilliant at it.

And Danny picking up on the engineering stuff from his parents (and actually enjoying it too) is my favorite thing ever. It helped a lot when he needed to sabotage recalibrate some of his parents more,,, volatile inventions without arousing suspicion.

(Which results in a more funny personal idea I have that Danny, as a result, became a very fantastic pickpocket because when he needs to filch a gun off his parents without them noticing he needs to be sneaky. I've thought a handful of times about a funny little prompt with DPXDC where Danny, no holds barred, straight up steals his parents' weapons right in front of the heroes while his parents are in the middle of presenting and just messing with it. His parents turn to him, and he hides it behind his back and turns when they turn, and the heroes see him still blindly dismantling it and putting in some fine-tuned parental controls on his parents' weapons. Before sneaking it back onto their person without them even noticing, just as they were about to move on and show the heroes that exact weapon he was futzing with.)

But yessss Danny spends the whole day coaxing Bruce to let him work with him with his inventions, and when bruce kicks him out for calling a capacitor "camembert" he very indignantly breaks back in and not only makes him like, that jetpack you mentioned, but also improves one of his prototype gadgets that Bruce was struggling with. And when he's done, he marches his Sickly Victorian Ass down to Bruce and plops both gadgets down onto the table in front of him with a swell air of vindication and a fiery "Read it and weep" look in his blue eyes. Which then later melts into the "cat proudly bringing you a dead bird and dropping it at your feet" look.

Bruce looks down at the gadgets, looks up at Danny, and then just gets this teeny, infinitesimal slump in his shoulders. He sighs, very quietly through his nose (but there is no doubt hiding that swell of impressed in his voice), before murmuring "I suppose I underestimated you."

or. you know. grunts something about how danny can rejoin him in the workshop. (and then promptly nearly gives himself a heart attack when Danny's lab safety is iffy at best.) They go through a very abrupt "Dos and Do Nots Of The Workshop" safety brief that, honestly, Danny absorbs pretty well. As much as fandom likes to portray how gremlin he is, I'm of the firm belief that Danny does listen to rules pretty well. Given that they're, well, not stupid.

Even then, I imagine he'd still be on good behavior with Bruce, especially in the beginning when they're still more housemates/acquaintances, and especially considering everything. Bruce saved him from Vlad, made him a neutralizer for the BB Poison, is currently housing and hiding him free of charge from Vlad, and has overall been rather kind and hospitable to him despite his standoffish personality. Also like, improper lab safety is what got him killed, yeah he's gonna listen to that.

I love Bruce learning "Fentonese" in return to Danny learning Batmanese "echolocation". Even further than that too, Danny's own personal quirks and habits he's picked up from being half ghost. Bruce has his grunts, but Danny sometimes doesn't feel like giving a proper verbal response. Even despite the toxin, he can still somewhat make ghost-like noises with minimum consequences, depending on the sound and how long he makes it. Chitters, chirps, churrs, rumbles, clicks. One time he opened his mouth and nothing but shrieking TV static came out. This happened once when he was overwhelmed, stressed out of his mind, and overstimulated. Bruce did his little low, concerned "Hrm?" that he does when he was worried about his wellbeing, and Danny just looked up at him, dropped his jaw, and promptly went "SCREEAAAEEAAA" (or, more accurately. this sound.)

(Bonus Points: this happens during patrol after a particularly nasty gang fight. For some reason or another they stayed behind long enough for police to arrive and start loading people into cruisers. There was a lull in conversation where Batman slunk away over to Nightingale, put his hand on his shoulder, and 'hn'd at him. Nightingale looked up, frog-blinked at him, and made that sound. It stopped everyone in their tracks as everyone turned to look at them in shocked horror. Batman merely nodded, and they both disappeared into the shadows. This did not help the cryptid rumors.)

(Danny can do that Stitch record player thing but it does result in him dry heaving afterwards, so he doesn't do it often. He does it a lot more though when Dick joins the scene since it keeps the little birdie entertained and distracted.)

"if there’s one thing chronically ill, sickly Danny has an utterly horrifying and heartbreaking amount of, its combat experience." yesssssss. Honestly I agree. I love this. If only for the total amount of angst it causes, which is a delight.

Depending on how long he was doing the whole Phantom thing for before everything went crap, he could have been fighting for his life for years >>>> its funny you should say that because I was thinking that Danny's accident happened sooner for this au. Because I am not immune to making this boy suffer more for my own entertainment, and also just the angst (and potential hurt comfort) of how much he's had to fight on his own before he reached Bruce.

It's only my own restraint that's preventing me from making his accident occur when he was 10-11, just because it means he was fighting on his own for 3-4 years prior to meeting Bruce. And that is so tragic, it's delicious. My favorite personal headcanon too in regards to ghost fights is that they're capable of surviving virtually any lethal injury dealt onto their physical body, so long as their physical core remains intact. Which perfectly aligns with the injuries you mentioned before (Skulker sinking a knife into his ribs, him being shot by Maddie, etc).

Danny's pretty damn good at dodging, but the times when he doesn't are painful at best and agonizing at worst. He's been impaled more times than he cares to admit. Stabbed so many times and in so many places that if he weren't a ghost when these happened, he would've had nerve damage. Skulker has buried a bowie knife into his throat once dozens of times before, and while Danny was mute the rest of the fight, he yanked it out and used it to wedge it into the seams of Skulker's armor to tear him apart. He's been decapitated before -- sometimes on purpose, sometimes by accident because he didn't duck fast enough. He's lost limbs and either had to stitch them back on, or regrow them -- both options painful and uncomfortable in their own rights. His pain tolerance is through the roof, and probably better than some master warriors.

And remember me mentioning the fact that Danny can canonically pick up things he only watched once? Danny sees one of his ghosts do something and promptly steals the move for himself. He watches his mom do a certain trick or kick, and mimics it himself. This is something he just keeps doing going on into his life as Nightingale too. One of the rogues has a signature move, and a few fights later Nightingale does the same thing. It gets to the point where everyone begins noticing, and starts getting called "a little mocking bird" by various rogues and goons. Of course Danny always snarkily corrects them, but it happens.

and yesssss Bruce quietly nurturing Danny's skill in strategy and quick wit. Not much to say there other than I wholeheartedly agree.

danny's little 'unstable' kick being a trap is my favorite thing ever. And also him just ragdolling when someone tries to target that 'weak spot' is so fucking funny but also so cool. Because its just!! It's a little influence from fighting as a ghost! At least to me it is! Him dropping like a puppet with its strings cuts and then contorting his body in a way thats frankly, straight out of a horror game, lunging straight at the person who attacked him with a fangy snarl like he's the FNAF 2 launched foxy jumpscare. He's given so many people nightmares. And it's just! It makes me think of all the time he's corkscrewed his body as a ghost in order to dodge an attack as he's attacking back. Danny being unsettlingly flexible, like a contortionist.

And the ragdolling thing is just, so good because if the person grabs him, they're gonna fall with him. I have this little 20 pound dog who looks like a possum, I love her to death. But she does this thing when she's all settled in for the night where, if she doesn't wanna move, she is not gonna move. She suddenly gains 100 pounds and goes limp. It's like trying to move a log, and suddenly it's impossible to get this dog who I could punt like a football to move her ass. It's the same thing with toddlers where if they don't wanna go somewhere, they go limp and suddenly gain 200 lbs. Same concept with Danny's little puppet strings act. He suddenly loses all momentum and drags someone to the ground with him, and before they can even think to recover he's already got his legs wrapped around their middle and has them eating concrete cake. He's so fast with it too. It's unfair how fast he is.

Danny's got a handful of these "Fake Out Flaws" (as his family calls them) where his combat looks like it's got these mistakes or looks Wrong when in reality Its A Trap. It's Such A Fucking Trap Hoe Don't Do It. They're his trap cards.

And it never stops being fucking HYSTERICAL when a hero who doesn't know this little tick of Danny's tries to correct his form, only for Danny to routinely brush it off all, "no its fine. i said it's fine. There's nothing wrong with my form. I said it's fine." until eventually he gets so annoyed that he challenges to hero to a spar, and when the hero inevitably tries to target this Obvious Weakness, Danny Gets Floppy With It and drags them to the floor faster than they can blink. There is a folder in the Batcomputer simply titled "Hoe Don't Fucking Do It (Gale Moments)" and it's recorded video footage of Every Single Time Nightingale has fucking done this -- whether it be to goons, heroes, villains, doesn't matter. If there was a camera pointing at him when it happened, its there. The other batkids have fallen for this trick a handful of times too because to them its instinct to target a weakness in someone's form -- except that someone is their Big Brother Nightingale and oH THATS RIGHT ITS A TRAP-- too late. They're face first in the training mat.

Certainly doesn't help that Danny will just. Wrap himself around people like a fucking snake sometimes. None of the Gotham Underground (nor do some of the heroes) understand how the hell he does it. How are you doing that. Why. GET HIM OFF.

No thoughts on the Ambush thing. I think it's fucking hilarious that half the plan for an ambush is to lead Nightingale far the fuck away from it. There are two staple rules when planning an ambush on the Batman and his associate colony.

Pray the Fuck that Nightingale is not present. And then pray more.

If Nightingale IS present. Pray ten times more than if he wasn't. Then try and figure out an inconspicuous way to lead him away from where the ambush is happening (its not gonna work. cut your losses then and there because he's a goddamn bloodhound)

I mentioned this in someone else's tags that Danny's personal nickname for Dick is "duck/duckling/ducky" because of his bright yellow robin cape, the (misspelt) association to his name, and the fact that Danny routinely used to force him to duck right before something shot over their heads moments later. Eventually danny got tired of saying "duck" and so it became a thing that whenever he wanted them to duck, he would just say "quack" in a nonchalant tone and the both of them would hit the deck. Sometimes they would just straight up do a prisyadka-like maneuver where they drop into a squat and then moments after the thing sails over their head, pop back up. Like a goddamn jack in the box. They have perfected the Just Dance Rasputin dance.

Not much to say on the rest other than I'm fucking delighted by it. The running gag with the Justice League is so funny (and has a fantastic undercurrent for angst if you think too hard on it, which is a bonus. As one of my fave fic authors always says: all good comedy is one step from tragedy.) and you bet your ass that his siblings have a similar money pile.

Speaking of, they totally ask him about his days as Phantom and Danny is happy to indulge his brothers and sisters even if it means revisiting slightly painful memories. As a kid, Dick asked Danny who his hardest enemy was and Danny stopped to think for a minute, and told him "Pariah Dark, but Dan was a close second." (mark my words I'm gonna come up with a different villain name for Dan in this au lmfao. he deserves it.)

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#Dick and Danny being so in sync with each other my beloved. they've got a really close bond due to basically growing up with one another #for ages before everyone else. They were both out of the house when Jason entered the scene. and while there's no doubting their sibling #bonds with everyone else. Dick and Danny are in sync in a way that's similar to how Danny and Bruce are in sync with each other #danny’s a beast #and beasts are all instinct #<< FAVORITE quote right here. im keeping that close to me just fyi. fantastic. delicious. some good fucking food right here #there's so much tragedy behind the fact that danny's all instinct its beautiful. it makes him one hell of a fighter and hero but knowing #where he got it from is just. sad.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

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“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

#ranboo #ranboo fanfiction #ranboo x you #ranboo fanfic #ranboo fluff #dream smp #ranboo imagine #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x reader #fic #fanfic #fanficiton #fandom #fluff #friends to lovers #x reader #request #requests open #reader

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miss-kittyy · 3 years ago

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Rewriting Briarlight and Longtail’s Deaths

So I am disabled, like very disabled, I am %50 of the teenagers ever diagnosed with my special combination of pain disorders, and I also unfortunately hyper fixated on warrior cats, which is bad news for me because warrior cats is super ableist, and to add insult to injury, the fandom can also be pretty ableist.

My biggest problem with the majority of “anti-ableist” AUs is that they “fix” the ableism stemming from the narrative and able bodied characters by making the disabled character less disabled, this so bad for many reasons. I’ve talked more about in other posts. The justification that real life disabled cats are less doesn’t make it not ableist, since when was warrior cats meant to be realistic? If you’re making an au where the disabled cats function like actual disabled cats you also have to make all the cats genetically accurate, and retcon Lionblaze lifting a tree.

My problem with warrior cats is not that the disabled characters cannot become full conventional warriors, I’d like it if they got to choose what duties the perform instead of being crammed into the medicine den, but I don’t care about Cinderpelt not being able to complete a marathon. Most of the fandom seems to think the issue is that the disabled character are not useful enough, instead of the way that able bodied characters deny of them agency and make remarks like “you wouldn’t want to return to a life like her’s would you?”. Disabled people do not need to be “useful” to be worthy and empowering.

It’s very obvious that most of the fandom just wants the disabled cats to be more palatable to abled bodied people, so I’ve decided to make my own rewrite instead to hopefully make myself feel better. A lot of these things are inspired by my own experiences and not every disabled person is looking for the same things in representation, this is totally self indulgent.

The goal of this AU is to highlight the many unique and valuable aspects disability and how being disabled does not infringe upon anyone’s worth, ever.

- Longtail doesn’t die in the storm, Briarpaw is still injured, but he’s found besides her, trying his best to help her cling to life.

- after Briarpaw begins to recover he stands up to Millie and other cats insulting her quality of life, he says her journey will be hard, but it is one worth taking.

- She asks him why he’s an elder, and he decides to request to have his warrior ship restored as Briarpaw is dreading the life of an elder.

- On his first patrol the cats accompanying him insist on speaking to him in an incredibly infantilism tone, and whispering amongst themselves over what he can or can’t do, without consulting him,

- He initially gives up on patrolling after that insufferable experience.

- Briarlight begins to create marks and blobs on the wall of the medicine den using crushed up dead herbs she asks him to retrieve some berries for her, and he complies.

- Jayfeather shows him how he navigates the territory with the help of some of the sighted cats, and Mousefur is quick to volunteer as his guide. He finds her company surprisingly empowering. He realizes that it was not his blindness which was limiting his abilities, but the other cats attitudes.

- Mousefur and Longtail return with mouthful of berries and herbs, Briarlight describes to him what she’s drawing on the side of the den and he helps he mound the materials into paint.

- The cats begin to pop into the medicine den to see Briarlights painting and soon Jayfeather has to kick her out occasionally so they’d stop crowding him, she’s given the walls of camp to decorate instead.

- She begins to illustrate Longtails stories of the old territory and Bloodclan, and this new form of storytelling becomes a tradition amongst Thunderclan.

- because more young cats are aware of the clans history it becomes harder for the dark forest to recruit them, unfortunately, Blossomfall’s resentment towards her sister means she never cared to listen.

- Ivypool is still recruited and trained like in canon, given her relationship with the dark forest was much more emotionally charged and manipulative than just plain lies.

- at a gathering Longtail meets Grasspelt who inquires about Briarlight, Longtail is surprised about how little he knows as the she-cat had mentioned how well they got along as apprentices. Despite Millie nagging him not to tell him the truth about her daughter he does anyways, but puts much more emphasis on how well she’s doing than Millie expected. Grasspelt thinks this sounds really cool and decides that he is going to see her and her paintings, and that nobody can stop him. Longtail makes sure to put any opposing cat in their place, but Briarlight is a very respected Clanmate, so most warriors don’t say anything.

- Briarlight is nervous and doesn’t want to come out of the medicine den at first, but when Grassheart darts into the den holding berries and flowers for her to paint with she quickly warms up to her visitor.

- Grassheart is happy to tell Briarlight that he’s never been able to be a “functioning” warrior, and that he has always imagined that his spirit is shaped different, the medicine cat says his body is normal, but he’s never been able to keep focus in a fight or react as quickly as he should be able to while hunting. (He’s autistic because I say so)

- As dusk nears he’s visually hesitant to return to Riverclan and when Longtail inquires on why he says that he hasn’t felt so “here” for a long time. On the way back he wanders off and comes back with a chipmunk, when returning to Riverclan territory his father, Mintfur, is shocked to see his catch. After talking with his family a bit he realizes that it was the noise from the river that was making him so tense and dissociated, Brackenfur, who was escorting him, notices that he keeps rubbing himself on the ground and wincing.

- For the next couple moons Grasspelt returned to Thunderclan to bring Briarlight plants that only grow in Riverclan territory, he begins trying to fish from the quite lazy stream in their territory and soon both him and Briarlight have got it down.

- Longtail notices the sadness present whenever Grasspelt left and exclaims that it’s rather stupid that he’s living somewhere so unsuited for him just because of words long repeated.

- Grasspelt confesses that he feels the same, but knew he wasn’t supposed to say anything. Briarlight tells Longtail that her and the Riverclan warrior had been thinking of each other as mates for moons.

- Longtail accompanies Jayfeather to the next half moon meeting where he proposes his addition to the warrior code, “no cat should be confined to laws which harm them due to an inherent physical or spiritual difference.” (Cats don’t really know how brains work, so they see mental disabilities as a difference within a cats spirit)

- A moon later the leaders meet to discuss this proposition, it is accepted and Grasspelt makes the journey to Thunderclan for the final time.

- Grasspelt is renamed Grassspirit when becoming a Thunderclan warrior, unlike prior renaming of disabled cats this is a celebration.

- Grassspirit spends most of his time taking care of the elders and kits, he’s incredibly compassionate especially with kits and is able to solve many problems within the nursery.

- When twigkit and Violetkit arrive in Thunderclan Briarlight and Grassspirit help raise them, after Violetkit is taken Briarlight and Twigkit paint her on the side of Thunderclan camp.

- Briarlight still gets sick and her illness progresses without any treatment, Grassspirit notices her trying to hide it and when Longtail finds out he’s very upset. Jayfeather frantically treats her, expressing his frustration that she didn’t tell them sooner, the second Millie steps out she breaks down and explains that she just wanted to deal with it herself, and perhaps if she were successful Millie would finally treat her like an adult.

- Longtail gives Millie a stern talking to, he tells her that Briarlight is a warrior of Thunderclan and as her clanmate she should show her some respect.

- Millie is inherently very reactionary, as she had not realized the full extent of her suffocation, but eventually after a couple moons her and Briarlight begin to rekindle their relationship, like adults.

- Blossomfall sees how Brairlight wasn’t basking in their mother’s attention like she imagined, and feels the urge to seek out an actual sisterhood after ignoring Briarlight for moons and moons.

- Briarlight isn’t really mad at her sister, and understands why she felt the way she did. Jayfeather suggests that Blossomfall help Briarlight with her painting, Blossomfall seems put off with the suggestion of being her sister’s assistant.

- The interactions that follow are less than ideal, Blossomfall commends Briarlight’s able friends (Thornclaw, Poppyfrost, Alderheart, etc) for being so nice to her, as if that’s not what friends do. She seems very sad the entire time, sighing when her sister dragged her legs around with her mouth to sit more comfortably, even though she was completely fine. When watching her paint she comments that it’s good she has “something to keep her busy”, and finally she expresses her view, of Briarlight’s injury and her (Blossomfall’s) suffering being all worth it because of her talents, as if her life was not worth living to begin with.

- Briarlight tells her that if that’s truly what she wants she’s going to have to put more effort into understanding and respecting her way of life, and that she won’t apologize for their mother’s actions.

- When Blossomfall has her kits they take a liking to Auntie Briarlight, and Blossomfall seems to have reflected on their past interactions, trusting her sister to watch her kits. Briarlight teases a bit, a subtle way of telling her not to rush things, but they do begin to feel like something close to sisters.

- Right before Briarlight’s Nieces and Nephews are made warriors Longtail dies of Greencough. Throughout the entirety of his sickness he kept his sense of humour, his mean streak, and his immense love for what he had made of his clan.

- At his vigil Grassspirit began whaling like a bird in new-leaf, he insists that the vigil is too sad, and that Longtail wouldn’t want everyone moping around, for Starclan’s sake, his life was good. Standing amongst them, Longtail’s spirit can feel every cat in Thunderclan standing around him, singing the song of a life well lived.

#I imagine grasspelt as a chill stoner dude #next I’m gonna revamp my Ivypool PTSD headcanons cause I also have that lmao #warrior cats #warrior cats ableism #ableism #disability #warriors #briarlight #Grasspelt #briargrass #was #Longtail #warriors au #autism #warrior cats au #wa riot cats rewrite

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years ago

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Okay so I can’t draw Ange, but here is my DIY nevertheless. 😂 This was meant to be a sort of birthday gift and I’m SO SORRY that it took me forever to get out. But I really hope you enjoy some parental Haddotin and that I did Ange justice. 😉

The Adventures of Ange Begins

Ange really had meant to tell them beforehand. It has been on the tip of their tongue for so long. It was just…they knew how their fathers were going to react, and it was much easier to be at ‘the point of no return’ when they mentioned it. Ange played with the zipper on their jacket as they waited for the phone to dial out. It rang twice before it was promptly picked up.

“Haddock residence?” An older voice greeted.

Ange smiled. “Hi, Nestor. It’s me. Are Papa or Daddy available?”

“Of course, Ange! One moment please.”

Ange smiled as they were put on hold, imagining Nestor would be hovering in the background during the call as they were most likely put on speaker phone. It was fine though. Ange wanted Nestor to know as well, and Uncle Calculus too for that matter. In fact, both would have been easier to convince, but they did have more sense than to try and pull something like that.

“Ange! How are you? How’s your film project coming along?” Their papa’s voice came through first.

Of course before they could utter a word, Daddy’s loud, booming voice filled the receiver.

“Mon petite lupin (My little bunny)! When are you going to come back home and visit your dear old dads? It’s been so long…”

“I know, Daddy. And I will soon, but…I’m actually headed out of town today. It’s for my film project. But I promise to be back at Moulinsart when I’m back!”

It was silent on the other end, and Ange had to keep themself from fidgeting in place like they were fifteen all over again.

“How far out of town?” Papa’s flat tone finally questioned.

Ange could practically visualize the ginger man’s face pulled down in thought as if he were trying to solve one of his puzzles.

“...South America?”

“Oh my!”

“Blistering barnacles!”

“Great snakes!”

Ange had to fight off the urge to sigh. This was exactly what they had been dreading.

“Can we still get plane tickets this late?” Daddy questioned.

“I’ll have to make some calls, but if we pack now I bet we can still make it. What time does your plane leave, Ange?”

“I board in about ten minutes.”

There was silence again, but this was a different kind of silence. It was like Ange could physically feel their papa’s disappointment seeping through the phone.

“You see, I’m doing a documentary on Andean mountain cats and why they are becoming endangered, and well…I have to be in the Andes to film Andean mountain cats.” They laughed nervously.

“Alone?” Daddy asked, aghast.

“No, I’m being smart. Onu Skut is going to pick me up from the airport and fly me up the mountains. And then I’m meeting a nature guide and a wildlife expert who will be camping with me for the next six weeks. My advisor vetted them and everything.”

“Six weeks?!” Daddy complained.

“What are their names specifically?” Papa demanded.

Ange passed the names over easily. Dr. Kitty Oncilla had been studying wild cats in South America for the past sixteen years, and from her emails, seemed very excited about having Ange out to exploit the dangerous superstitions and misconceptions endangering the species. Brayan was a good friend of Tharkey, and all it took was mentioning Ange was a Haddock before the mountain climber was enthusiastically agreeing to Ange’s request. So really there was nothing for their papa to be worried about. Ange was a responsible adult, and certainly behaving as such. They felt like they could be afforded a little trust at this point.

Daddy’s voice suddenly roared through the receiver as he repeated the names, forcing Ange to pull the phone as far away from their ear as they could. That had to mean Uncle Calculus had now joined in the conversation as the man’s hearing had only worsened in his old age despite his claims that he absolutely does not need a hearing aid yet.

“Tell them to look up an old colleague of mine when they get there! Her name is Oncilla. Kitty Oncilla.”

Ange couldn’t help but beam smugly knowing Papa would have no choice but accept Ange’s decision now.

“You could have told us sooner.” He finally stated.

A pang of guilt hit Ange hard.

“I know. And I am sorry. I just wanted you to see that I am an adult now, and I’m ready to start having my own adventures. Like you and Daddy.”

“No! Not like Papa and Daddy.” Nestor pleaded, causing Ange to laugh.

“Look, I’ll come by the estate the moment I land back in Belgium, and I absolutely promise not to keep you out of the loop again. Okay?”

“And we’ll hold you to that.” Daddy’s warm voice was gentle and reassuring on Ange’s nerves. “Now, have fun. Take lots of footage, and call us when you can. We love you.”

Ange felt their heart swelling under the immense gratitude they felt for having their fathers support.

“Thanks, Daddy! I will try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you too! Talk to you when I get back!”

Ange hung up the phone just in time to hear their flight being called over the speaker. In a hurry to get to their gate, it never occurred to them just how quiet their Papa got by the end of the call.

***

Haddock heaved a heavy sigh after Ange hung up. He had thought dropping them off at uni had been hard. This, on the other hand, was almost unbearable. Of course, he was at least taking it better of the two of them. His arm that was slung around Tintin’s shoulders slowly started to rub up and down his partner’s arm as the younger continued to glare at the phone.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, Haddock knew Tintin always had a problem with how much of himself he saw in Ange. Haddock, of course, absolutely adored it. However, it was the image of Ange getting stuffed in a trunk, shot at, or any of the other dangerous stints Tintin had been known for at their age that seemed to be what kept him up the most at night. Ange being only a few hours away at uni had been an adjustment, but eventually one he had been able to accept as Tintin could still get to them if they were in trouble. Now they were headed half a world away.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of his ginger head.

“They’ll be fine. We’ve raised a very smart and adaptable young adult. They can do this.”

“That’s just it though.” Tintin murmured. “I didn’t raise them at all for this. Did they know what to pack? Do they know how to start a fire without matches? Do they know what to do in the event of a landslide? A rockslide? An avalanche? There was so much to prepare them for, and they didn’t let me do any of it!”

Tintin tensed as he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sharp exhale. He only took a moment’s pause before he shoved Haddock’s hand off, storming out of the room.

“I need to do some research on a damn Andean mountain cat.”

Haddock watched him go with a frown. The last time he had seen Tintin this worked up was right after Milou passed. One thing was for certain, this was going to be a long six weeks.

**One week later**

“There’s a storm coming in off the coast of Chile!” Tintin declared. “What part of the Andes did Ange say they would be in?”

Haddock and Nestor both shrugged which only seemed to work Tintin up more.

“The Andes stretches across SIX different South American countries! Why did no one think to question them on that?”

“You know what you could do.” Haddock suggested. “You could call Skut and find out where exactly he dropped them off at.”

Tintin blinked as if such a thought never occurred to him before walking out of the room. He returned five minutes later, slumping down beside Haddock.

“They’re in Peru.”

“That’s good to know.”

**Three weeks later**

“What if they run into poachers? What if they run into mountain lions? I’m just saying it’s a good tool for them to have!”

“You want to fly all the way to Peru to give your child a gun?” Haddock asked skeptically.

Tintin paused as if flummoxed by his reaction. “Don’t you think…?”

“NO!” Haddock, Calculus, and Nestor chimed in together.

**Five weeks later**

Tintin calmly walked into the study and took a seat next to Haddock on the couch where he was reading the morning paper. At first the former captain was set to ignore him knowing his love was being more than a little irrational lately and was most likely gearing up for another ‘rescue Ange’ argument. However, after two minutes he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“For the love of Poseidon, Tintin! What? What in the name of all that is good in this world could it possibly be this time?!”

Tintin opened their mouth when Haddock jumped to his feet, throwing his paper to the ground.

“Are the small little mountain cats they’re going to film actually vicious fiends? Is there a cave in that range that actually belongs to a sordid gang of lowlife ruffians? Come on, out with it!”

“Ah-ha!” Tintin declared, jumping to his feet triumphantly. “You’ve been just as worried as I have.”

“Well, of course I’ve been worried! What parent wouldn’t be?! But I’ve had faith that any child of yours would be able to get themself out of most trouble they could find themself in! And then you bring me these nightmare scenarios!”

“Only because we’ve lived these nightmare scenarios! And Ange doesn’t even have anyone to watch their back like I did.”

“YOU WENT TO AMERICA AND TOOK ON GANGSTERS WITH NO ONE BUT YOUR DOG!”

“RIGHT! I HAD BACK-UP!”

Haddock ran a hand under his hat and through his graying hair. Why was he married to the most stubborn man in the world?

“Are you going to tell me what it is you found out or are you going to make me guess it?” Haddock demanded, locking eyes with the younger fiend.

Tintin smirked. “You know the kid who inherited Rastapopoulos’ fortune?”

“Yes.” Haddock growled.

“Who I said there was no way he just stuck with fashion when he had a mentor like him?”

“Yes…”

“Who…”

“Oh! Just say it Tintin!”

“He’s in Peru, illegally hunting wild cats for his new fur line, and guess which one tops his list?”

Haddock stood motionless for a long moment. Longer than Tintin was expecting if his raised eyebrow was anything to go off. However, as the red started to seep into his cheeks, Tintin’s expression quickly morphed to smug satisfaction.

“BABY-SNATCHER! POACHER! OVERPRICED FASHION DISASTER! IF HE HARMS ONE HAIR ON OUR ANGE’S HEAD THAT HEIR OF A SMUGGLER WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!”

March was almost too calm a word as Haddock practically stampeded down the stairs much to the shock of Nestor and Calculus. Tintin trailed behind much like the cat who got the cream, more than happy to let Haddock rant and rave all the way to Peru.

“CALL WHOEVER YOU HAVE TO BUT WE’RE GOING TO SOUTH AMERICA TONIGHT! IF I HAVE TO DRIVE TO THE COAST AND SWIM TO PERU SO BE IT!”

Haddock wrenched the door open much to the surprise of the person on the other side, hand posed to knock. Fathers and child blinked at each other for a good two to three seconds before Haddock and Tintin threw their arms around them.

“ANGE!”

Ange leaned into the hug, tired and sore, but no worse for wear. Haddock was quite convinced he would never let them go again when he looked down to find a pair of beady eyes peeking back at him from under their collar. With a yelp, he stumbled backwards only to fall completely off the stoop. Ange laughed as Tintin stared at their passenger curiously.

“Sorry Daddy. This is Cannelle (Cinnamon). He’s a chinchilla who was quite content to hitchhike back home with me.”

Haddock started grumbling about sneaky rodents as he slowly pulled himself back to his feet.

“What happened, Ange? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another week?” Tintin asked innocently, earning Haddock’s glare.

As if he hadn’t just roused Haddock’s ire to go forcibly fetch them back.

“It’s a bit of a long story. But it’s a good one!” Ange explained as Tintin guided them in the house with a hand on their back. “So it started when we encountered these poachers…”

Haddock froze in the doorway, before slapping a hand over his eyes. He didn’t care what Tintin said. If his child was going to go down this path, he was going to take up his pipe again. His nerves needed it.

Finally got the chance to draw Ange properly and I am satisfied with the result!

I would love to see your versions of them (not necessarily this pose) so see it as a DIY with no deadline and if anyone wants to try it feel free❣

Character info follows under the cut:

Ange Haddock has been using they/them since their teenage years.

They were born on Friday, 13 May. If you ask Ange this explains their clumsiness and bad luck that leads to dangers and misadventures. If you ask Nestor is the genes' fault.

Even as an adult, Ange continues calling Tintin Papa and Haddock Daddy. Calculus is still their dearest uncle and godfather and Nestor is just Nestor.

Affected by Papa's journalism and fascinated by new technological advances but not letting their artistic nature fall behind, they aspire to be a documentarist.

After art school, they travel the world searching for topics for their documentaries.

Ange loves all animals but especially hedgehogs, hamsters, and guinea pigs. They never get another dog or cat as they could never replace Milou and Chatton.

The standing-up quiff is Papa's work as his effort to tame Ange's unruled hair since a baby. Ange continues to do it by force of habit later in life.

The beanie is a favourite accessory for them; they haven't stopped wearing it since their teenage years. Before that, it was a variety of hats (baseball caps, floppy hats, berets, etc.).

They're really kind and well-mannered but, most of the time unintentionally, use Daddy's special swearing words. Despite everyone's efforts, Ange could never stop this habit. The least to say is Daddy is proud.

They try to keep in touch with all their family (all the uncles and aunts) but writing, in general, isn't their best skill so, despite a few letters, they prefer calls and, if they get the chance, visits.

Ange's home will always be Marlinspike Mansion and after every trip, they return there.

I have many ideas for Ange, their life and their adventures, and even their own friends! If you're interested I could share more and maybe someday I could show Ange's stories properly, who knows?

#the adventures of tintin #haddotin #ange haddock #haddock and tintin as overprotective parents #honestly they are ridiculous #also i just figured that eventually ange would have an archenemy that was a knock-off cruella devil

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cdroloisms · 3 years ago

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I just had an idea plaguing me involving sensory deprivation, what if just Dream goes hard on jumping on lava too much, Warden just blockades that lava with obsidian, it goes on for months, and when they discovered that its far too long, Dream has long broken anything he can break despite the mining fatigue, there's no light, just a perfect square box of obsidian and one block of water, they find the one they trapped in soltitude either in the corner farthest from the water, or in the water, Dream being too deprived of anything other than the heat of the blocks or too used in the wetness of the pool that is often in near boiling temps.

(If its alright can I go for anon XP?)

RIGHT,, the cell is such a terrible place i cant imagine that staying somewhere like that would be good for ANYONE for extended periods of time ,, on top of the already abysmal human interaction that place. is such a hellhole. (and sure thing XP!)

i kinda took this in a completely different (and fluffier) direction, but yeah !! post-prison c!dream is gonna have a lot to work through LMAO

tw: sensory overload, mentioned injuries (aftermath of torture), panic attacks, sensory deprivation and self-destruction in ask

“Shit!”

Techno watches quietly as Dream stumbles into the couch (again) and bursts into a flurry of curses (again). Ever since leaving the prison, Dream’s been improving substantially, had grown strong enough to start moving outside of his room a week or so back, and his injuries seem to be manageable enough today for the other man to actually walk around instead of staying in bed the entire day. By all means, it should be a decent day; Dream groans, again, flopping onto the couch and immediately burying his hands in his hair, which seems to be as good of a sign as any that it isn’t one.

“Hey, nerd,” Techno walks over, not missing the way Dream flinches at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into the cushions of the couch he’s lying on. “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Dream mutters, sounding murderous, and Techno reevaluates again. If his rival is feeling good enough to snark, then he’s probably not doing too bad.

“That’s the oldest reply in the book to that question, you know,” he drawls, deadpan, as he goes to get some breakfast for himself and a glass of water, at least, for his disgruntled guest, “I’m almost disappointed.”

“Sorry if I’m a bit rusty. It’s hardly like there was any way to practice socializing in the prison,” Dream huffs, annoyance coloring his words. “I’d hardly consider Quackity a good conversation partner.”

“Fair enough.” He reaches for the pitcher, filling the glass halfway with water and grabbing a straw from counter to place in the cup. Dream groans again, ignoring him as he puts the glass down on the table at the end of the couch. He makes no move towards it, and Techno watches him for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not the concern is worth it. Babyrage, Chat states sagely, and Techno shakes his head. Probably not.

“You should probably drink some water,” Techno says before leaving to go train, because he’s a decent person and wants to help even if he has no idea how to handle the pile of person lying unresponsive on his couch at the minute, grumbling to himself and completely ignorant of everything outside of his own little bubble, “I’m going to go out and train for a bit.”

Unfortunately, when he comes back, the water is still full and Dream’s still lying on the couch, though he’s moved slightly from the morning. Where he’d been relatively splayed out earlier, legs straight and arms in front of him much like a stretching cat, he’s all hunched up into a ball now, arms crossed over the back of his head and knees tucked under his chest. Techno’s half convinced that the other is sleeping, but the sound of the door closing has him curling even more into himself with a full-body flinch that has him hesitating in the middle of hanging his cloak up. Chat yells at him, not making his life any easier

babyrage?

Dream crying?

is he okay?

E E E E

“Dream?” Dream jerks back, again at his words, arms pressing tighter over his head, and Techno frowns at the clear negative reaction. Yeah, Dream has times where he’d be panicking too hard to realize that the person calling for him is an ally and not an enemy, but this doesn’t look exactly like a panic attack, or anything he’s seen from the other man before. He looks more - frustrated, almost, but not exactly, something more desperate clinging to the ways he moves and the curl of his spine as he huddles into himself on the couch. Chat, as it usually does when he’s faced with any problem that can’t be immediately solved with a sword, goes to its only other option.

call phil

Phil !!

dadza

philza Pog

“Quiet, Chat,” he mutters to himself, frowning when Dream seizes, again, at the sound. “Fine. We’ll call Phil.”

---

Phil enters the house with a relatively bemused expression, one of his crows perched, self-satisfied, on the top of his hat, and Techno winces around Chat’s usual overenthusiastic greeting as Phil and his crows ease themselves into the hallway. His eyes flick to Dream, who has yet to move from his ball on the couch, and Phil’s gaze follows his own.

“He alright, mate?” Phil frowns, and Techno’s hand raises to the back of his neck sheepishly.

“He seems fine, physically, but he’s been on the couch all day,” he shrugs. “It’s pretty normal for the nerd, but he seems a little- more out of it, than normal, and Chat recommended calling you, and-” he falters, flailing his arms in a helpless attempt to explain. “Yeah.”

Phil, being Phil (and by that, he means being the best person on this entire hell of a server), takes his explanation with little questioning and moves towards the unmoving lump on the couch, leaving Techno to trail awkwardly behind, surrounded on all sides by a flurry of black feathers. Dream hardly moves on the couch, making some sort of strangled noise that could be a “Hi Phil” and could just be a low groan. Phil watches him with a quizzical look for a few seconds before looking up at Techno.

“Techno, can you close the blinds for a second? I want to try something.”

“Uh,” Techno shrugs, going to the windows. Anything for Phil, Chat chants, and well, he’s not exactly going to disagree. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, the windows are all closed, the smallest slivers of light shining through the closed curtains and into the otherwise dark room. On the couch, Dream visibly loosens, just a little, and Phil smiles.

“That’s what I thought.” Phil turns back to Dream, pitching his voice low. “That better, mate?”

Dream makes another incomprehensible sound, but this one sounds much more agreeable and less like the other man is on the verge of murdering someone, and Techno’s kind of floundering, but who’s to judge? Phil! Chat chants again, philza Pog and here, at least, their sentiments match his own. Phil is just magic, sometimes. It happens.

Phil laughs, low and soft, looking over at him from the corner of his eye.

“I think it was just too loud for him, mate,” he says, guiding them out of the room into the hallway, and Techno’s confusion must show on his face because Phil’s hands move in front of him, gesturing vaguely as he explains. “I doubt the cell had a lot of- sights, or sounds, and he was stuck in there for a while. Everything out here is so different- his brain must’ve just shorted out. Overloaded.”

Overload- sensory overload- oh. That makes…a lot more sense.

Chat immediately starts screaming, and Techno grumbles, feeling a headache of his own creeping up from the back of his skull. “Quiet, Chat, you guys weren’t all that helpful either,” Phil laughs again, used to his tirades against Chat, and fondness swells in his chest even as he focuses on the crowds spamming E and not pog in his head again. “And to be fair, sensory overload looks way different from the outside compared to when you’re the one going through it.”

Even through the usual annoyance at Chat, Techno feels for Dream - overload is annoyingly common phenomenon for him, between the mess that makes up Chat and his usual mess of a brain, and he sympathizes with the days where his skull feels too small for his brain and everything is edging on the side of too loud and too bright. He feels a little dumb for not realizing it earlier, and Chat’s repeated calls of L are hardly making him feel better, but oh well. As long as there isn’t anything seriously wrong with the nerd.

He’ll have to look into some ear muffs or something in the meantime.

#tw sensory overload #tw injuries #tw torture #tw panic attack #tw sensory deprivation #tw self destruction #-> my writing #-> my asks #XP :D #my writing :D #my asks !!#prison arc #pandora's vault

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