#i know it doesn't specify it being their first thought about the other but omg her whole internal monologue for this fight is probably gold

[lamnwar]

Hey me again, lmao

Could you do Kiyoshi + Gom as husbands, If so thank youuu xxxx

Hi there, love! 💕 love love love this request!! I spend all my time daydreaming abt being married to these boys LMAO it's embarassing 😭 alsooo ik I took long before getting to your request but I wanted to finish all the big os requests first before working on hcs bc it's more heafty so sorry for my shitty habit of taking too long for simple stuff :((

HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons

Context: what I imagine married life to be with these characters. 🥰

Pairing: GOM + Kiyoshi x gn! Reader (gender not specified)

Warnings: mainly fluff and crack, can get a bit suggestive in Aomine's (of course it's always him 😭) so mdni!

AKASHI

Rich, handsome and a gentleman!!! Literally the Holy Grail of husbands

The kind to spoil his pretty spouse out of love

Takes you out on a date at some fancy restaurant at least once a week

He's also very independent!! Now, I think he's the kind to hire people to help around the house but that doesn't stop him from doing chores

He'll always help you doing stuff for the house if you need

He has amazing taste!! Take him furniture shopping and you'll end up with on of those houses you see in AD

Brings up the subject of you dropping your work so you can stay home while he's the breadwinner

He's a bit traditional in that sense because he really doesn't want you to work if it's unecessary, you know?

I mean he's crazy rich so does that even make sense to make you work?? (Unless you absolutely want to)

Wakes you up every morning with a kiss!

He always had the proudest smile when he introduces you to people as his spouse <3

MIDORIMA

TREATS YOU LIKE A ROYAL OMG

This man takes marriage very seriously, listen

He most likely did a deep analysis of your birthchart before deciding that you are the right one for him

Naturally, as your husband, he gotta get you your lucky item of the day everyday

You don't even believe in that stuff but it's his love language, I guess

Not much one to go on dates unless you want to, then he'll be up for it

He's more one to enjoy time with you at home

Something like having a nice diner and cuddling while you read

The kind to love going grocery shopping with you

Every once in a while, he'll buy a fancy bottle of wine just to share it with you

A very supportive husband!! Every project you have in mind, he's already done the research to find the most efficient way for you to accomplish your plans

Not a PDA guy but he'll happily hold your hand when you're at gatherings together

May not be very vocal about his love for you but you better believe that he talks proudly of his spouse to every one he knows

KISE

He is OBSESSED with you

Man never left the honeymoon phase, he's so crazy about you

Takes you to his fancy modelling events and shows you off to every one he meets

He also buys you lots of clothes and acessories

Dare you say something is cute, he's already inside the shop buying it for you

Tries his best as chores but it's not really his thing

Will help as much as he can, though!

Breakfast in bed kind of guy hihi

And it happens a lot because let's be real, that man isn't the kind to let you sleep at night

Like I said earlier, he's never left the honeymoon phase so... yeah

Wants to be the kind of husband that gives you his credit card and tell you to do what you want with it but you have to decline

It's ok though, he'll fine plenty of other ways to spoil you

You have that cute habit every week of taking baths together

The kind to miss a day of work to take care of you when you're sick!

AOMINE

Daiki never thought he'd ever get married, but then he met you

Not the best at being a husband but he really tries!

Like he makes an effort of not being too lazy and messy

Leaves the chores to you mainly, but will give a hand

Like if you're cleaning around and need to put stuff on the top shelf, he'll do it for you

Not the best cook so he lets you make food while he does the dishes

I'm trying to delay the obvious but that man never stops being horny for you

Literally sits and daydream of fucking you on every surface of your home

Gets so riled up at the sight of that ring on your finger, he can't believe your all his

The kind to follow you everywhere you go, even if it's for some stupid errand

Takes you out to the beach or for a picnic as soon as the sun is shining outside

Buys you clothes he thinks you'd look good in and surprisingly, he's got amazing taste

Loves when you refer to him as "husband" in conversation!!

MURASAKIBARA

So casual about being married, most likely because to him that doesn't change a thing about the way he feels about you

Likes that now he gets to have you with him all the time

Cooks for you! Buys you snacks! Takes you out on restaurant dates!

Sharing is caring so he only ever shares his snack with you

I can see him being into matching outfits (if you can find any that fits both him and you)

A bit lazy so he doesn't help around that much unless you tell him to

And even that, he'd do some chores before getting distracted

But listen, it's ok though because he makes up for it in over ways

He's very caring, only because you're his spouse

Cuddles in bed, at all time! He just feels clingy sometimes

He smiles softly when he plays with your hand and sees the ring on your finger

He likes to sit you on his lap often

Basically being a husband doesn't differ much from how he was as a boyfriend

Very casual about calling you his spouse all the time, even in front of others

KIYOSHI

Kiyoshi Teppei was born to be a husband!!

Because he grew up with his grandparents, he's got the habit of taking care of a household and the people living in it

So he naturally took in most of the chores and he's good at it!

Doesn't want you to get tired either so he'll do most things

Pays attention to all the little things so you're always comfortable

He also likes going for a run/the gym with you and he's so encouraging!

Has the stupidiest smile on his face everytime he looks at you

He holds his grandparents as a reference so he really hopes you'll both grow old together, still madly in love

Don't get that man started on building a family, he just gets too excited at the idea of being a parent!

He'd be a great one too, but the final decision is up to you. Either way, he's just happy being with you.

I don't know what else to say because he's just made to be a husband, yk?

Yeah, probably the best person to marry <3 (I'm very biased)

[asherxz]

Omg it's Hasbro manager (trust) hi guys

Anyway, pls, Sideswipe romantic hcs with a s/o being a wheelchair user.... I need my dose before sleep ty very much :b

RID Sideswipe with an S/O in wheelchair HCS

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This is my boss yall, im literally the Hasbro mascot (trust) ASFDSA anyway this is literally Sideswipes husband, i was at their wedding TEEHEE. It iss specified somewhere else its bc of chronic pain, so it'll be focused around that but i'll try not to make it too obvious!

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-VERY confused when he first meets you. Humans have wheels too?

-At first, he doesnt know how to be around you. He's scared he'll knock you over or something, but he quickly learns.

-He asks a lot of questions at first, he's very curious.

-You are Russels elder sibling, and you lived at the graveyard with your dad, so you were quite used to small obstacles with your wheelchair.

-He's quite impressed by that. He's quite impressed by you as a whole.

-When you grow closer and form a relationship, he's gotten a new obsession. He loves carrying you around. He's your personal wheelchair, just very big and lively. He just loves having you in his arms while walking around.

-If you're self conscious about being in a wheelchair or anything even remotely related to that, he'll lay with you for HOURS just trying his best to comfort you.

-He will absolutely love it if you let him decorate it. Even if it's just the smallest trinket.

-Will just randomly pick you out of it and carry you away from everybody else. He takes his cuddle time VERY seriously.

-Loves to lay down by your side, just looking lovingly at you as he runs his digits through your hair.

-Looots of forehead kisses from him. Kisses to the hair and everything around that is a must for him.

-Sideswipe may or may not be absolutely horrified by the thoughts that one day you two may not be together.

-He wants to talk to you about it... but he doesn't have the courage to. Why say I out loud when you can just bottle it up?(/J)

-Sometimes he gets a bit jealous when he sees you having fun with other people. He has a need to prove himself to you. Or well, prove to himself, he's worthy of dating you.

-Russel will find that whole relationship very weird it fist. But he'll warm up to it.

-Denny on the other hand? Nuhuh, he ain't having none of this.

-He's quite protective over you. He doesn't exactly care that you're dating a giant bot, it's more so the fact you're... Well, dating.

-Of course, Denny ends up being quite supportive of the relationship... so horray!

-Bee certainly doesn't trust the fact Sideswipe is dating you. He keeps a strict optic on him almost all the time.

-Other than that, he's a great one to date. Small jealousy problems and such, but other than that, he's great!

So sorry if this is ooc or short! I'm not thaaat far into RID!

[slimybeth69]

WIP Wednesday (my first one ever???)

omg thank you to @penascigarette for tagging me??? (i'm kicking my feet and hugging my pillow right now.)

I got two coming your way.

Untitled (unreleased, still deciding on a title)

alpha!Joel/ f!omega!reader /alpha!Marcus

18+, smut, drinking & drug use.

Reader has no descriptions. a/b/o dynamics (the parts of it I like, sorry everyone else) slight dub-con, rough sexy, DP1H, mating/breeding, decent age gap (never specified but Marcus/Joel are both in their fifties)

ROUGH DRAFT

The two men, the two good friends who patrol with each other weekly, have gone on scouting missions together– hell, they were drinking buddies almost nightly here at The Tipsy Bison; were tripping over their own feet as they scrambled to get to you.

The closer they got, the faster they moved. The more clumsy and desperate their footsteps became.

Your eyes were wide with fear as they approached you, but your feet began carrying you towards them with your arms outstretched. 

It was natural for Joel to wrap his arms around you and bring you close to him even though he hadn’t met you a day in his life, he hadn’t ever even seen you around before.

He knows why now. The smell coming off of you is so intense it’s almost suffocating Joel. Now that he’s closer to you there is more to your smell than just the sweet honey and fruit; there is an underlying hint of vanilla and musk to your scent that hadn’t been on Tommy the other day.

Marcus is behind you with his hand on your back as you press your nose into Joel’s chest and inhale deeply. 

“You smell … like Tommy,” you’re whimpering and don’t even remember how you ended up in the arms of this stranger. “Smell like Tommy…but better,” you sigh into his t-shirt. 

“Tommy?” Joel wrinkles his nose, his brows pinching together in slight disgust and disbelief. “Ain’t no way darlin’.” He rubs his hand up and down your back gently, swatting Marcus’ hand off your body. 

“No, no, you do smell like him,” you insist and your arms snake around Joel’s waist. 

Joel is glaring at Marcus, almost unable to hear the words you’re saying over the sound if his own heartbeat in his ears. “I don’t fucking smell like my little beta brother, you hear–”

“His brother…” Your hands roam across Joel’s back over the fabric of his t-shirt.

You're taking in the grounding scent that's similar to Tommy-- the damp moss, supple leather and smokey cedar-wood but layered with his musk... Everything about him and the way he's holding you to his chest is comforting. Stable. Safe.

You can feel a different hand on your lower back, comforting you for some reason. He smells like smoked cardamom and warm, golden amber with his rich musk laced throughout.

"I don't think she should be out here like this," Marcus growls, his eyes boring holes into the place his hand is resting on your lower back.

"Obviously," Joel doesn't mean to be so harsh when he barks at Marcus, but it came out of him before he could stop it.

The way you're pressed against him is making him unable to think clearly.

He just knows that he has to get you out of here.

Thirst:

General Marcus Acacius x Reader

Marcus Acacius X lady reader (no descriptions, you're a virgin though)

Summary: Your freedom had a price and Marcus Acacius was willing to pay for it... but you also had to do something for him.

Chapter 3 of 10: Slick

Rating: EXPLICIT -- Shameless smut with a little plot

a/n: NO SPOILERS to the new movie. I do introduce characters from the movie in the next couple chapters (plus a surprise guest), but they're based more on the historical Geta and Caracalla, and what I thought each character was going to be like based on the trailer and a quick wiki search on who everyone was.

This is cross-posted from my AO3 account.

WARNINGS: dubious consent, ownership, loss of virginity, mutual mast., exhibitionism, voyeurism. Mentions of being a whore, eventual sex.

“You lie,” It’s hard to keep your anger burning. “Your words mean nothing to me when your actions prove time and time again that you’d rather be anywhere else,” It’s harder to keep your eyes on his face when his wet, naked body is standing just in front of you. 

“My actions? I come to you whenever I am available. My free time— which is sparse, is spent with you, Aurelia,” Marcus respires through his nose. “I finally have time to see the woman I want–”

“How would I know that?” You snap bitterly. “You keep me locked away! Hidden—”

“Hidden from Emperors who would take you from me– because they can,” Marcus warns. “The twins are good at sharing,” he continues.��“But I am not. You are not for their entertainment.”

“Just your own?” Your fingers are halted at the last laces of your robe, “Just someone who entertains you?”

Marcus takes another step and towers over you, “Listen to me,” His hands roam at your sides, the fabric sticking to his wet palms and pooling at his wrists as he slides them up your ribs. “You are the vision in my head always,” he whispers, his breath warm and inviting, not smelling of wine at all.

You can feel the heat radiating off his naked body, “Then why do you leave?” You find it hard to focus on anything but the way his muscles ripple with each movement he makes. 

His eyes soften and his hands move further up your sides and across your chest. His fingers tease and tickle your neck and then cups your face gently, “Perfect girl, I leave because I have wars and battles to fight, not because I want you sitting up in that room without me.” Marcus leans in and brushes his lips against yours. “I must keep Geta and Caracalla happy, and keep myself on their good side, my perfect girl.”

You sigh quietly as your resolve begins to shatter, “You’re supposed to be powerful and influential; you cannot keep me safe?” You utter, the words melting on his tongue as he swallows them. 

Despite what you’ve said, Marcus chuckles softly. “From the twin Emperors?” He sounds amused.  His touch is surprisingly gentle as he tilts your chin up. "My beautiful Dove," he murmurs. "So unaware of the dangers in the world—” 

It’s hard to keep your composure when he’s questioning your awareness of what happens outside the walls and on the streets below your balcony.

“You keep me locked away! You’re the reason I don’t know! I came here from the countryside, and I was sold by my parents as a way to stop their home and farm from being taken—” You’re shouting at him, unable to hide your frustration any longer. This is too much, it’s gone on too long. You’re ready to either be claimed and feel cared for, or leave. You'll go be with these stupid Emperors that Acacius is so fearful of.

Let them take your virginity.

NPT : @youcancallmeelle @beefrobeefcal (Sorry I feel LIKE YOU JUST DID ONE BUT I DONT HAVE MANY WRITER MUTUALS, I'M SORRY), @laligraves (bc i'm obsessed with your shit right now) I loved this and it feels like an honor. omg.

[cult-of-the-eye]

Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

[theyluvlyss]

𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲

《 ♡ 》 headcanon/rant

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

this is basically like my personal version of marvel's 'what if...?', I'm so geeked, dude. what if... freddy freeman was never given the powers of shazam? a take from @anon-2019, expanded on by me.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

none

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

non-specified - alternate universe

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cussing - me and anon's endless thoughts - freddy being the best at everything he does because he's that guy fr🤷🏽‍♀️.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. . .

I want you to know how mad I am at the fact tumblr, once again, fucked me over and wouldn't let me edit your original ask as a draft so I had to delete it...

and as you can see, I screenshotted it all before doing so, so I deeply apologize for not being able to just answer the ask directly...

but omg I adore the creativity of this, holy shit dude !!!! personally, I've always resonated with freddy being on the more creative side of things (much like the other job ideas you listed), so flight attendant never crossed my mind ! on that note...

you can't tell me freddy wouldn't be absolutely charming and rizzing up all of his passengers and co-workers😙🤭. and he likes to make a show of doing the whole 'make sure you fasten your seat belts, and this is how to work your oxegyn masks' thing, you know what I'm talking about?

and handing out snacks would be this whole other ordeal, he'd be launching them bitches across the isle if he missed someone or would be settling small disputes with his horribly timed comedy. and babies? yeah, they don't cry on his flights, he's making sure of it, making faces and entertaining them (other attendants are constantly trying to work shifts with him because of this). he gives older kids tours of what he's allowed to show them, telling elderly folk they don't look a day over twenty, all of that shit.

and don't let him work first class !! he's absolutely clapping back at all of the snobby folk (it's a wonder he still has his job), and then on the occasions where they're the nice rich type, bro is popping wine bottles with them, indulging in their life stories, cracking an immense amount of jokes and making MASSIVE tips cuz freddy freeman is likeable in EVERY universe, including yours, idc, I said what I said...

plus, he's flying. he's doing what he always dreamed to do; he's in the sky, free and seeing all of the tiny people, places, and things below him. night, day, clear skies, rainy clouds, it doesn't matter. the shakiness of the turbulence and the sound of a jet engine can be drowned out with earbuds, he can kick back and relax after a long shift, it. does. not. matter. the downs are worth it because he's up.

freddy is flying, and he's happier than a mf doing it, and and and- *starts crying*.

I love him, so much, my soulmate🥹💙.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

@anon-2019

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

429 words

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[raayllum]

hi. i always see your analysis and theories in my dash and they're always so well thought and interesting and conecting a lot of things i personally would never think to conect but actually make so much sense when put like that

so hm, not to be weird online, but how does one learn to like interpret and understand what's going on on a piece of midia, yk, cause only consuming doesn't do it? Anyway

your edits are really nice

FIRST OFF this is soo nice omg thank you <333 also never worry about being weird online i'm always more unhinged, this is an unhinged space

which ironically is kind of the best way to get good at literary analysis tbh! I wrote a post about it here but that was more on how to organize thoughts / write meta > finding the things to write meta about (aka the "this feels gratuitous" draft is still in my drafts as we speak — might be time to clean it and some others up and post it).

In a lot of ways there tends to be like.... two main avenues for analysis? Which is an oversimplification but is making sense to me in the moment, and I'd specify the divide is

Treating characters like people (characterization, relationships) vs treating characters like tools (motifs, symbols, plot structure, dynamics).

Ideally, a narrative merges these two things so completely it's hard to separate, and I think TDP does an extaordinarily good job at it. I'll call this marriage Theme since its the main idea(s) of the Story/Narrative and everything should at its best be working together in service of the Theme if you want something cohesive.

I'll use Callum and Rayla as an example just cause I think they exemplify a Lot of how/why this all works and works as well as it does.

If I want to write about Callum and Rayla's internal psyches, i.e. where does Callum's temper or Rayla's gruffness come from? I'm going to look at them as people. They're going to have consistent triggers, responses, contradictory emotions or emotional reactions, etc. This is like the how you wrap a present, the colour and feel of the paper. Any character in a story can technically have any kind of personality, i.e. an assassin can be sweet and snarky (like Rayla) or stoic and rigid (Runaan). That's not all they are, of course, but the characters' personalities often times affect how and why we ship what we do, or have certain favourites, etc.

For example, Callum's primary Narrative Purpose is to be a human mage. He's there to explore the range of possibilities a human who wants/chases magic in the story can have, and we pretty closely follow his magical journey of feeling powerless, struggling and achieving primal magic, and guilt and desperation that drives him to dark magic. But absolutely none of this means that Callum needed to have a temper.

To see the way a character trait can be married to a motif (repeating symbol) let's look at Rayla. Rayla can be secretive — not telling people everything and being closed off about her emotions — and often leaves to try do things on her own, occasionally flat out disappearing. These are her personality traits (characterization), most of these psychological aspects come back to not feeling like she deserves help or not wanting to hurt people, thereby hurting her relationships. She's a person.

At the same time, these traits help us as the audience understand and grasp how the series treats the Moon and its arcanum. The Moon is a symbol, and it's all about changing faces, secrets, and illusions. We don't know whether the ideas for the Moon arcanum (which seem to be loosely taken from Tarot) or Rayla's personality came first, but it's clear that at some point they merged to reflect each other.

If I want to talk about Rayla as a person, I'll talk about how her personality/choices affect her relationships. If I want to talk about how she reflects her primal or how she choices affect the plot, I'll be talking more about structure. If I want to talk about how both of those things say, in a speculative meta about Callum connecting to the Moon arcanum as he understands Rayla (and himself) better, then I'd be talking about both simultaneously (theme).

But those are all like, examples of how you can break stuff down that you see. How do you go looking for stuff / know what to break down?

1) Pick a piece of media, ideally one you already feel very comfortable and familiar with. Book, show, whatever. This familiarity means you can focus less on the processing the plot and more about other elements of the story. Then watch or read the thing but try to pay attention to like, a few pre-chosen ideas or themes. It could be the theme of power, or — I'm thinking for something like ATLA - how the characters reflect their elements (Aang is evasive and avoidant, and air is light and breezy, etc).

For a TV show in particular, it can mean breaking things down scene by scene in an episode to see what the anchoring idea of it, i.e. 1x06 in TDP is all about Soren, Claudia, and Rayla keeping secrets. Soren and Claudia keep their secrets and isolate themselves, because isolationism in the series is usually Bad; Rayla shares her secret, because working through problems and letting people help you (being collaborative) is Good, etc. These messages are pretty consistent throughout the rest of the show as well.

If applicable, I'd recommend starting out with stories where you already know the ending and/or even better, the story itself is aware you know the ending from the beginning (i.e. in Titanic, you always know the ship is going to sink). This can help you pick up on dramatic irony (everyone emphasizing the ship won't sink) as well as setup (the movie making sure we know there's not enough boats, people making the boat go faster, the moment the ship hits the iceberg literally separating Jack and Rose from each other to set up what happens later, etc).

2) If you wanna learn how to analyze, to a certain degree you have to learn to shut down your feelings and biases. This doesn't mean that feelings can't affect how you analyze, or dictate what you want to analyze (I feel very positively towards TDP and therefore I want to deeply analyze it! same with Rayllum) but it does mean leaving "I want this thing so it has to happen" at the door — or vice versa.

The best example I can give is a hypothetical one. For example, it kind of doesn't matter if I — personally — think that Callum and Rayla have known each other that long to know each other well. (I don't, for the record, but bear with me.) In the Text of the Story, they know each other incredibly well, and more to the point, thematically, their senses of self are so incredibly intertwined that them affirming each other's senses of self is like... the only place we could be going. Rayla is "Rayla saves people," so by saving a possessed Callum she's saving herself, and if she goes to kill him, she's likewise metaphorically going to be killing herself (her own sense of identity), etc.

Or for a non-ship example, my real life feelings about monarchy don't matter. I don't like monarchy, I think most western monarchies are crap... and I'd be silly if I brought those feelings into TDP's discussion of monarchy, because they're using monarchy as a vessel to discuss things like power, responsibility, and growing up, particularly for Ezran and Janai (and how often do we see non-white monarchies in media anyway?). And if I want to engage with those themes, then I have to engage with TDP's discussion of monarchy.

It's kind of like how even if something in a story grosses you out or makes you uncomfortable, you have to be really damn sure that wasn't an Intentional writing choice on Purpose or a chance for self reflection before it's launched as a complaint.

Doing this kind of awareness and predictive work also means you'll get better at predicting where stories might be going and leaving ahead of time if something is going off the rails / not going your way (in a bad way).

3) Growing a list of common themes and symbols that stories tend to have. Birds = freedom, chains = entrapment and coercion, grief, identity (particularly in coming-of-age stories), etc. If you have a loose idea of what to look for, that means you can also start to look at the specifics of how stories use these themes/symbols. For example, Midsummer Night's Dream and Romeo and Juliet both feature a theme of love amongst forbidden lovers, but the first is a comedy (love conquers all, even if it makes people foolish) and the second is a tragedy (love is not always enough to conquer hate/violence/our worst impulses).

For example in TDP, although it was in the background in s1-s3, light and darkness has now become a very overt motif (repeated symbol) in both dialogue and imagery. Tracking what those things represent or how the show complicates their meaning (light isn't always good, etc) can help indicate where certain characters or plot beats are going.

This can also mean trying to notice consistent metaphors (i.e. dark magic is often consumed by the caster for spells / referenced with cannibalistic language; dark magic corruption is increasingly seen as spreading sickness/illness) and then being on the lookout for the next time(s) they show up. So much of media literacy / critical thinking is just being able to explain/figure out why you think what you think (with evidence) and it's always a skill that can be nurtured and improved

End of Blabbing

Very long winded but hopefully helpful, and always feel free to ask more questions and/or DM if you'd like! I always love talking about stuff like this and it's such a treat tbh <3

[tua-five]

Season 3 Episode 5!

⚠️⚠️ Don't read if you haven't watch s3! ⚠️⚠️

Omg, Klaus meets his mom!!! Oh, and finds out he died so many times...

Okay, but I actually love the fact that Tom Hopper's wife is Klaus's mom. I don't know why. It's just cool and sweet.

Aww.... but I forgot that Allsion got nightmares... it's so sweet how Ray would just immediately know and start helping.

This episode is just so quick. A lot of moments that I'm a little overwhelmed.

Even though Stanley knows that Diego isn't his dad, he still tells him that he flipping killed his brother. Yikes. Diego's freak out 😭 "And you were gonna dissolve the body!?"

Klaus's "even the naughty bits?"

That's it.

"Hate to say I told you so,"

"You love to say I told you so." Dang, Viktor!!

I really just want to know exactly where everyone is from. (And before I start, yes, I do know that Reginald made them learn many languages) because Five keeps speaking German. He said, "Nein!" In season 2, when everyone failed to meet the 90-minute deadline. And just now, he called the briefcase "kaput". Broken in german. I can definitely see Five being German, but everyone else in the Fandom believes he's from Greece. But I do fully believe he's from Germany. I don't know.

I also love "guy in a carpet." And Chen just accepts it and says,"I hope you win."

And then Klaus is like "sup! I'm back from the dead."

"What would happen if I cut off your head? Would it grow two of you?" And then Diego curs in, cause that's rude, right?

"Stan." He turns to look at Klaus. "Would it?"

"Klaus, do you know where the kugelblitz is?" "Yeah, I saw it!"

"Why didn't you tell anyone!?"

"I told you!" Yeah, Diego. He told you. Why even ask that question?

"You say stupid shut all the time!"

This is why we should listen to each other.

Olay, but as much as it's like.. arguing and stuff. I love their immediate concern for Viktor because harlan hurt him.

And omg, Five saying that Harlan was insignificant and then Viktor immediately with the comeback, "You once told me no one was insignificant." Yeah.. he's not wrong.

I love how Harlan is listening to Wind. And then specifies through a field of corn, and my first immediate thought was... Viktor doesn't have a good experience with field corn.

God. I really hate the writers. I mean, why couldn't stan be his actual son? They were so cute. He's yelling at Stan (not literally yelling, but disciplining, parenting,) and then he jokes around, making stan laugh by putting the cleaning supplies on his head? And then before he leaves the room he tells him not to forget about his ear medication downstairs??? Hello? He's such a good dad just for that to be thrown away?

Another full circle moment. We all know five said "I'm the daddy here!" To Luther in season 2. And now Diego says it. "I'm the daddy here.." to lila.

Allison just said, "The new timeline will just be worse for me." And yep. I truly believe it will. She might've gotten everything she wanted in this last timeline, but everything comes with a cost.

Oh... wow.. yeah. "Luther just said you can't use me for that" and Allsion said that she can of she wants to. Then she rumors him to stay. He begs her not to. And then... she rumors him again. And we all know that.

Oi.. Klaus telling Five that that's the Mother's of Agony. Symbol or whatever.

And then we find badass Pogo.

The gifs!

Sorry in advance that there isn't much gifs. I'm in a bit of a rush today and wasn't sure if I was even going to be able to watch this episode so I didn't have much time to write all of this or find the gifs.

I'm not sure if or when I'll watch and post tomorrow's episode but I'll try to as soon as I can! Love you all!

[zepskies]

Hey there, friend! Omg thank you so much for such a lovely review. It absolutely made my day!! 🥰🥰

There is a lot happening in this chapter, even though it's the shortest one so far lol. (Especially the cliffhanger -- sorry! 😅)

It’s like…some kind of claim. Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore.  That part? I have no words other than I’m dead. 🥵

Hahaa after I experimented with my first Dean Winchester A/B/O story, Make It Right, it hit me that some of those animalistic elements could apply here in Dark Angel world, since transgenics are spliced with human and animal DNA.

In the show they specify that Max has feline DNA, but they don't touch on what exactly is in Alec's "cocktail," so to speak. So I thought it would be fun to play with that aspect in that scene. 😏❤️‍🔥

That one HURT when you know his thought process and that all he wants is to keep her safe. It especially hits harder when you read all of this:

Oh for sure. If him turning down Asha was hard to watch in DA, I imagined how hard it would hurt for him to "let go" of the reader, his actual girlfriend, for her safety, and especially when he doesn't know what he doesn't know. (You'll see how he finds out about her pregnancy in the final chapter.)

I have a feeling that no matter what happens here, Alec is going to blame himself to some degree. Maybe even feeling like everything he put them both through with pushing her away to keep her safe, was exactly what got her into that mess. When in reality, the only person at fault for the situation she’s currently in is Ames’ psycho self.

Oh, you're 100% right about that. He has a Dean Winchester mentality in that aspect, but I think being in his shoes, we would probably all think similarly. But the fact that she was targeted regardless of what he did makes for some quintessential lovers' angst. 🥲🥲

Also let me just say, you seriously did a great job at making me dislike him just as much as I did watching the show in the little time that he was in this part lol.

Thank you!! lol Ames White is absolutely a monster, pun intended. I'll never forgive him for what he did to Annie. 😭😭 (And his own wife that he claimed to love. TF??)

Overall this part was absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to see what happens next!! But at the same time, I totally can because I’m so nervous and hoping everything will be okay with her (and the baby too of course). It’s been a bit of a bumpy ride with her and Alec’s relationship and I hope they both get their happy ending, it’s well deserved for both of them! 🥰

Thank you so very much, hun!! These last 2 chapters were my favorite to write for sure, even with all the drama and angst and heartbreak. I'm excited for you guys to see how all this wraps up... (But don't worry too much. There will be a happy ending here because they absolutely deserve it after everything they've been through. 🥹💕)

Being Human - Part 3

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: Remember that in this point in the season, we're in the year 2020 (DA season 2 was released in 2001). And we're about to dive into some rocky waters...

Chapter Summary: The weight of Alec’s secret is starting to create fractures. Because now, you have a secret of your own.

Song Inspo: “Attention” by Avant (ft. Snoop Dog)

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, fluff, angst, perilous situations, and a cliffhanger...

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Part 3: Complications

These are the nights you live for.

The gang’s all here at Crash. You’re accompanied by Max, Logan, Original Cindy, and a fruity cocktail Alec got for you. Though you roll your eyes at the way your boyfriend is trying to hook people into playing a game of pool with him, clearly so he can hustle them. The man has freakish skills.

He’s already won two or three paychecks’ worth off Sketchy, who bows out by necessity.

“Come on. Anyone, anyone! Step right up and test your skills!” Alec calls throughout the back of the bar.

“Babe, would you give it up?” you say, even though you’re smiling. “No one wants to get swindled.”

He turns to you, zeroing in with a flirtatious grin.

“Want to try your hand, sweetheart?” he asks.

You snort. “I think not.”

“Aw, come on. We don’t even have to play for cash. How about sexual favors?” he offers. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes that idea, with a growing smile. His gaze locks on yours. 

“I wouldn’t even mind losing,” he says, giving you a cocky wink. 

You smile, fighting a blush. Max and Cindy roll their eyes. Logan ducks his head in amusement.  

“That white boy nonsense actually works on you?” Cindy asks.

You take a decided sip of your cocktail in lieu of answering.

In the end, Logan steps up to the plate, to much cajoling. When he actually wins, Alec is forced to accept a bruised ago as he forks over $50.

You beckon him over and he joins your half-booth table. You lean against him after he slides in behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, and you know he doesn’t care all that much about the game.

You all cut up as usual for a while, laughing and telling stories from the day of package slinging. Logan patiently listens to all of you Jam Pony alumni commiserating over how each of you would choose to prank Normal (if there were no repercussions). Sketchy ends up with the best idea: putting super glue in the glue stick the man uses on his hair.

When the laughter dies down, Alec offers to buy the next round of beer. He often does, you’ve noticed; he’s a generous person, whether he thinks of himself that way or not. Logan gets up to join him at the bar, wanting to chip in for the pitcher with his “new winnings.”

You shake your head at that. Alec’s pride probably won’t allow competition from Logan for a second time tonight.

“We’re about to be short-staffed again,” says Cindy, earning your attention. “Jenny got knocked up.”

Max’s brows raise, while you give a happy clap and a sound of excitement.

“Oh, good for her! She and Carlos have been trying for months.”

“Hmph. That is one thing I’m not envious of,” Cindy says.

“No kids on your wishlist?” you ask.

“Not a chance, boo,” she replies.

You turn to Max next. “Are you in Miss Anti-Family’s camp too?”

“Hey, ain’t nobody said I’m anti-family,” Cindy cut in. “I believe it comes in all shapes and sizes, and they don’t gotta be your blood.”

You take a moment to think about what she’s saying, and you conceded with a nod and a smile.

“Fair enough, OC. You’ve got it right,” you gestured at her with the hand that held your drink. She clinks her half-empty beer with your glass. Both of you then turn to Max with expectant gazes, still waiting on her answer.

“I’m not into all that domestic stuff, really,” she says. Though her gaze drifts toward Logan, who’s still arguing with Alec at the bar. “My life’s complicated enough.”

Cindy snorts into her glass. You don’t quite get it; maybe because you don’t really know Max all that well, for how often you guys hang out. It’s like she keeps you at an arm’s length. It hurts you sometimes, when you see how close she is with Cindy, but you suppose it’s her right to keep her circle small.

The world’s become a lot tougher after the Pulse. The more people know about you, the more they can use it against you. That’s why finding people you can trust, and even love, is all the more precious.

You glance over at the bar again, where Logan and Alec have seemed to come to a consensus. (Logan’s bowed out of paying for beer.) Alec has a victorious little smile on his face. He looks over, as if sensing your gaze, and he shoots you a wink. Your smile grows.

Meanwhile, Max and Cindy watch you with twin looks of wry amusement.

“So you want the family package, huh?” Cindy asks.

You twirl your straw around your glass.

“I haven’t thought all that hard about it, but…I wouldn’t mind, with the right person.”

Max chortles, pointing a finger towards the bar. “You think that’s Alec?”

Cindy’s brows furrow slightly as she shoots her friend a warning look. You bite your lip and look down at your drink. 

“Now’s not the right time but, maybe someday,” you reply.

Later that night, you treat yourself to a bath in Alec’s apartment. The heater here is amazing. His place is so spacious, with a huge TV in the living room worthy of his obsession with cartoons and soap operas. 

He has another one in the bedroom, where he’s made himself comfortable watching some old sitcom. 

When you eventually get out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Alec is predictably glued to the TV. You don’t even think he’s noticed you when you walk by him to grab the change of clothes from your overnight bag, but he pulls you into his lap before you can get dressed. 

“Why the hell do you need clothes?” he says, stealing a kiss. “Those cumbersome things.”

You giggle, and he smiles against your lips. He rolls you underneath him on the bed and you help divest him of his clothes, down to his boxer briefs. He’s in a good mood tonight, you can tell.

He takes one corner of your towel and peels it off you slowly, until your body is bare for his gaze. His eyes take in every inch of you before they make it back to your lightly blushing face.

He smiles, and he takes down the messy bun from your head to have your hair fanning wildly across his pillows. Your hands move across his chest and further down, but he puts a stop to your exploration. He grasps your wrists and pins them down to the bed with a strength you can’t escape.

You raise your brows. “Alec?”

“Trust me,” he says, dipping down to kiss your neck. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

You suck in a breath. Far be it from you to argue with that.

“Is this one of those sexual favors?” you tease.

He laughs against your skin. “You’re about to find out.”

Then his mouth drifts away from your neck, burning a hot, wet trail across your dewy skin. He finds his way between your breasts, before he lavishes attention to each one. While his tongue swirls around one pert bud, he rolls the other under his thumb and pinches just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.

Your back arches off the bed a bit; your fingers rake through his sandy hair, clenching whenever he finds a sensitive spot. Both your grip and your voice spur him on, letting him know he’s in the right direction.

You don’t know this, of course, but before a few months ago, he wasn’t so well-versed in this arena. He’s learned his way down a woman’s body with much practice. And he’s come to find that every one of them is different, each with their own set of tells, as he likes to call them.

For example, he knows that even you don’t mind it fast and rough, you prefer it slow, like this. You like a full work up, with his lips dragging down below your navel and his thumbs guiding your knees open, so he can slot himself between your legs.

Already you’re breathing deeper as he makes his way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the inside of your left thigh. His tongue licks a languid stripe up the seam of your pussy.

“Alec,” you whine, like you want him to speed up the pace. Maybe you do, but all he gives you is a smirk from between your legs.

“Patience is a virtue,” he teases.

You huff and will yourself to be virtuous, closing your eyes with deep breaths. “Please…”

He chuckles. “I gotcha, baby. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides up your lower belly, both to comfort you and to hold you down. You cover his hand with yours, but your nails soon dig into his skin as his fingers deftly slip past your folds and find your entrance.    

“Already drenched for me, I see,” he remarks approvingly. He gathers some wetness and finds your clit, circling with the pads of his fingers. He searches for the right angle, using the sound of your voice to guide him.

When you suck in a gasp and shudder, he knows he’s found the right spot. He replaces his hand with his tongue, while he slips two fingers deep inside you. As he works you over, unrelenting when your hips threaten to raise off the bed, he holds you down with a firm hand. Your hands fist in his hair as your eyes close and your mouth drops open with your moans.

Finally, you buck against his chin and let out a wordless cry. He feels your wetness coat his tongue and knows he’s making you come. Your inner walls are still quivering around his fingers when he slips them out of you. He actually licks them clean, making you shiver again at the sight.

Alec crawls back up the length of your body while you catch your breath. He smiles down on you and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Not about to pass out on me, are you?” he asks. A teasing gleam is in his eyes. “I think I can resuscitate you.”

You laugh breathily in response and pull him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, which isn’t unpleasant. Your nails drag down the back of his neck. Alec groans into your mouth and sinks his fingers into your hair.

Now he’s more on your wavelength as you reach for the waistband of his boxer brief and quickly roll them down. He helps you by kicking them the rest of the way off, allowing you to wrap your thighs around his hips tightly.

“Hey, wait a second,” he says, laughing with his forehead pressed to yours. He grabs your hips and angles you a bit higher, then he reaches between your bodies and holds the painfully hard, weeping head of his cock at your entrance.

He meets your eyes, and you smile and squeeze the back of his neck in encouragement.

As slowly as he can manage, he pushes inside you. He stretches open your inner walls inch by inch. Both of you take in deep breaths and utter mingled moans as he continues to push inside, until the head of his cock reaches the very depths of you.

You toss your head back against the pillow with a heavy breath.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Just move, baby, please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He likes when you call his name, but he thinks he likes even more when you call him baby. He knows that you mean it, unlike women he’s had to pay for.

But he doesn’t want to think about any of those exploits when he’s with you—there’s no comparison. He slides out almost the full length of his cock, before he pushes back in. He builds a slow, sensuous, steady rhythm that serves both of you well.

He actually works up a sweat, and you help him by meeting his thrusts, encouraging him whenever you give him your voice, your instructions and praises, your hands attempting to squeeze the circulation out of his arms.

He's so focused on rocking your world (and his own) that he doesn’t realize what you’re about to do.

He’s deep inside you when you brush your hand along his jaw and utter the truth.

“I love you,” you whisper. 

Alec pauses. 

Both of you are breathing hard, but the fact that he doesn’t say anything makes you freeze. Neither of you have said that before. You hold in your breath. 

Alec’s pupils are blown wide as he dips down, nosing along your throat before he begins to move inside you again. You moan in response as your legs squeeze his hips. He sinks his teeth just above where your neck meets your shoulder, making you gasp and arch against him, gripping his hair tight. 

The way you’re squeezing him so tightly, from the inside out, means he reaches his shuddering end before you do, but he still makes sure you get there for a second time. His fingers reach between you to press and circle around your clit before his last few hard thrusts. It has you coiled tight, before you gasp and moan your release. 

He licks a long stripe along your neck. You hiss in pain when he laps over tender flesh. 

“Sorry,” he pants. 

“You got me good, Count Dracula,” you quip. 

Alec breathes warmly against your ear. He pulls back and examines the bite mark on your neck. He barely remembers doing it.

It’s like…some kind of claim.

Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore. 

He clears his throat. 

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he says, contritely. “Didn’t mean to…”

You slide your hands up his arms and catch his gaze. You smile in amusement, even though you’re blushing.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

The two of you don’t talk about what you said.

Or what he didn’t say.  

You don’t know what’s happening, but you think it stems from that night.

Alec begins to pull away from you. 

Dinner plans get “rain checked.” Trips to the farmer’s market, to the park, to Pike Place get cancelled. 

For the next few weeks, the only time you see him is at work or at Crash, or occasionally in the line for boxed and canned goods in Sector 2. 

Max can’t give you a straight answer on what’s going on with him (and really, you should be able to figure out your own boyfriend without her help). So you finally have to put your foot down.

You try to pull him aside at work, in front of the Jam Pony building. He’s on his way in, while you’d been on your way out. 

“Alec, can I talk to you?” you ask. He gives you a strained, apologetic look. 

“I’ve gotta pick up my next deliveries.”

“Alec, please,” you implore. You squeeze his arm enough to hold his attention. “I feel like…like you’re avoiding me. Is there something going on?”

His expression dims further. “I’ve just been really busy.”

“We’re always busy. That’s not it.” You frown, and your body tenses. “Is there…someone else?”

Alec briefly closes his eyes, emitting a short sigh. “No. Nothing like that.”

You let out a subtle breath of relief, because you do believe him this time. But that just makes your next question even more difficult. Your arms cross, to disguise the way you’re bracing for a figurative blow. 

“Then…have I done something wrong?” you ask. 

That hurts Alec even more. Though his training, so deeply ingrained, allows him not to show it. 

“No. No, it’s not you,” he says, wiping a hand over his mouth. “It’s… Listen, I just think we needa slow down a bit, you know?”

“Slow down?” you ask. A trill of panic laces down your spine. “Is it about…what I said?”

Alec doesn’t want to answer, but you both know then that you’ve hit the nail on the head. 

“I just need some space,” he says. “I think it’ll be better for both of us.”

“Really?” you ask. Your voice flattens, and hot tears well up in your eyes.

It threatens to undo him. Somehow, he’s able to hold firm in what he believes he has to do, in order to protect you. Even from himself.

Alec reaches for your cheek. He hesitates just slightly, but he drops a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t want to let him. You can’t help it though; you savor his touch. You feel his warm lips on your skin, and then he’s gone by the time you open your eyes.  

A few days later, you still feel like hell. You manage to reach your locker and you lean against it. Your stomach churns with nausea—the constant sign of your stress as you try to get through your morning.  

On the TV, some government agent is exposing a genetics company called Manticore. That it created “transgenic” subjects as genetically engineered soldiers, often using animal DNA. They escaped almost a year ago now.

They’re not human. They’re living among you. They’re dangerous, and you have a right to be scared.

You’re only half-listening, because the truth is, this sounds like a bunch of fearmongering bullshit, and you’re too tired to be all that alarmed. Humans are dangerous enough, as far as you’re concerned.

The government is probably trying to cover up something even more heinous by concocting this ridiculous story.

You rest your cheek against the cool metal of your locker and just stand there for a while in time in space. You don’t care much about the world around you, until Max comes into your line of vision. She touches your arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine.” A vast overstatement, though you know that you aren’t convincing anyone.

You look up just in time to see Alec standing at his own locker. He’d been glancing at you and Max, but being caught by your gaze makes him turn away, closing his locker as he leaves.

Max’s lips press together. She returns her attention to you in thinly veiled concern.

“What happened exactly?” she asks.

“Max, I don’t know,” you confess. “Things were fine. They were good.” 

You let out a deep, exhausted breath.

Oh yeah, you haven’t been sleeping much lately either. 

“Deep in my gut, I have this feeling. Like he’s going through something,” you say. “Or he’s hiding something from me. He just won’t talk to me. Every time it feels like we’re headed somewhere good, solid, he pulls away. I can’t fucking do it anymore, Max. I just can’t take it.”

You slam your locker closed and try to get on with your day before your tears fall. Max sighs and watches you go.

She doesn’t know that you head to the bathroom and heave your breakfast into the toilet bowl, spilling what little you could keep down this morning.

You haven’t been sighted at Crash in weeks, but Alec comes here every night, Max notices. He drinks alone tonight, once again looking more woe is me than ever.

It boils her blood.

She takes a seat next to him and punches his arm with a heavy dose of her transgenic strength. Alec flinches with a cry of protest, but she just glares at him.

“Why are you doing this to her? To yourself?” she demands. 

Alec wants to glare at her, but he doesn’t have it in him. He just quirks his head and sips his drink. He doesn’t even know what kind of liquor this is, but the bartender promised it’s the strongest thing he has back there.

“Leave it alone, Maxie,” Alec says, as he takes a sip. Though strongest be damned, he’s slammed down four of these and he’s still not drunk. Ain’t that a bitch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“I don’t?” Max raises her brows. “You’re fucking with her head and her heart. And for what? So you can have a little pity party?”

Alec does glare at her this time. “You know what, why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Not until you tell me,” she demands. “Why’re you pushing away someone who clearly cares about you? Not that I get why. If this selfish, pigheaded, asshole behavior is supposed to be charming, then maybe she’s better off without you.”

He slams down his glass hard enough for liquor to slosh out over his hand. 

“Don’t you get it?! That’s exactly it,” he hisses, low enough that only the two of them can hear. “When are you going to understand that we’re a threat to them? We’re being hunted every damn day. You think Ames White and his cult cronies’ll think twice about a little collateral damage?”

“Alec—”

“You think you and Logan are any different?” he adds. “Let me remind you, you were a danger to him even before a genetically engineered virus came into the picture.”

She’s angry, but he knows she can’t argue with logic. They both know that Alec is speaking from a place of experience. 

“So you’re just gonna break her heart?” she asks. “Again?”

Alec shakes his head and casts his gaze down into brown liquor. Max leans toward him with a steely glower. 

“You’re a coward,” she says, before she slips away. 

Alec wipes his wet hand on his jeans.

…Maybe she’s right, he thinks. You’ll probably end up regretting the day you ever met him, but at least you’ll be alive to hate him.

“Oh God,” you utter, a hand covering your mouth. 

You haven’t been to the doctor in several years, but you managed to scrape enough money together to afford this little test. It gave you a more definitive answer on why you’ve spent the last few weeks fighting sickness and fatigue in equal measure. 

How could this have happened? You were on birth control. What could possibly have…

You don’t know what possesses you to go hunting for the little round packet in the medicine cabinet. You examine its contents and confirm that you haven’t missed even one pill of your pharmacy-issued birth control.

On the bottom of the packet, however, you spy something small in the fine print: EXP – 02/2017.

Expired…THREE YEARS AGO?!  

Apparently, you can’t put it past pharmacies to sell outdated meds now.

You sit alone on your couch in silence for nearly an hour. You run down every scenario, every path you could possibly take and try to consider its most likely outcome. Yet it all comes back to one decision. 

You wait until the morning at Jam Pony HQ, when you’ve settled your nerves enough to see Alec. 

He never shows up for work, even an hour into shift. Damn it.

Okay, you suppose you’ll have to do this another way. You grab your phone, and you call him. 

Thankfully, he picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you reply, a bit awkwardly. The two of you haven’t spoken in nearly a month. 

“What’s up?” He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds guarded, almost hesitant.

“We need to talk, Alec.”

He blows out a sigh. “Look, I haven’t changed my mind.”

You swallow past the pain.

“I know," you dully reply. "It’s not about that, but this isn’t a conversation I want to have digitally.”

“...Okay,” he relents, with another sigh. He sounds a bit distracted. “Uh, I’m taking care of something right now, but I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you stop by my place after work?”

You nod. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

Of course, it’s hard to focus on your work after that. You wonder how many months you have until you can’t work anymore. Until you’ll have to fend for yourself…and for your child. 

With or without Alec, you plan to do whatever it takes.

So you do your best, as you always do, to get through your day. You fight exhaustion and nausea and anxiety with every delivery, but at the end of the day, you have a clipboard full of signatures and a clean docket.

You leave right at 7:00 p.m. to head over to Alec’s apartment. You use your spare key to unlock the door and find the apartment shrouded in darkness. You flip on the closest light switch before you turn to shut and lock the door behind you. 

The door pushes open abruptly. 

It knocks straight into you and throws you off your feet. You crash with a pained cry into a wooden table, knocking off a half-empty glass of whiskey that cuts into your arm when it breaks. 

A pair of strong hands take hold of you and haul you up, spinning you around. You stare up with wide eyes into the face of a man you think you’ve actually seen before. He’s tall, white, dark hair, piercing eyes.

On the news, you realize. You saw him on the news.

“Where is 494?” he demands to know.

You blink in confusion and fear. “What?”

The man rolls his eyes.

“Alec McDowell,” he says.

Your breath stills in your lungs.

“Why’re you looking for him?” you ask. “You…you work for the government.”

“That’s right.” His smile is thin. “It’s a federal matter. And I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

His grip on your arm tightens enough to make you whimper.

“I don’t know where he is,” you blurt out. Mostly because it’s the truth.

He raises a brow. “He lives here, doesn’t he?” 

You refuse to answer, but the man lowers his gun and seats you forcefully on the couch. 

“Then we’ll wait.”

Minutes turn to an hour. Alec’s late—a fact you’re half relieved about, and half cursing him for. You turn to the man who holds you at gunpoint without even looking at you. Though you instinctively know that any attempts to run will be short-lived. 

His men wait by the door with guns at the ready. 

“Who are you?” you ask. 

The man turns his head and gives you a cold smile. “Agent White, at your service.”

“Okay, Agent White. Why are you after Alec?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking for him for a long time,” he says. 

You frown, with pursed lips. “Why? What do you think he’s done?”

“It’s not what he’s done. It’s what he is,” White says. “Him, and everyone like him.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you snap.

White rolls his eyes. He lets out a sharp sigh before he stands. He grabs you up along with him. Fear churns inside you, tightening in your throat. 

“I have a better idea,” White says. “Instead of using you as leverage to make him come quietly, I think I’ll just let him walk in, nice and easy. He’ll find you gutted. On the floor. And then I’ll do the same to him.”

Frightened tears well up in your eyes when his grip moves and tightens on your jaw, like he’s thinking about breaking your neck. 

“Wait, please!” you plead. “I’m pregnant!”

White actually pauses, tilting his head. He smiles.

“Interesting.”

AN: Ames White has entered the chat... (By the way: I plan to release the last chapter on Wednesday 1/31.)

Next Time:

“Hello, 494.” A man’s voice—one that Alec would know anywhere. It prickles his skin with unease and makes his blood boil all at once.

“Ames White.” Alec’s teeth grind. “What game are you playing now?”

“This isn’t a game. It’s business,�� White claims. “I have something you want. How much are you willing to pay to make sure she stays alive?”

Alec forces himself to calm down, even though his pulse is racing.

“What do you want?”

“You. And 452. With no bullshit on your end,” the agent replies. “Or this girl is going to pay that price for you.”

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Omg Hello! I don't know if you have rules posted anywhere, so please feel free to ignore this if it doesn't abide by them aaaaaa how about LI's and MC finding out they're gonna have a kid (assuming the pair are like, actually capable of creating a kid with each other). I'd imagine there would be a lot of chaos lol PS i love your writing >w<

jdhdhdjdhd thank you anon you’re too sweet <3<3 and this request is so cute and fun, I’m excited to get into it

So let’s say each pair has just received confirmation from an outside source (whether that be a doctor or a magician or whatever) that they’re (unexpectedly) expecting. I’m not gonna specify who has what parts, so you can decide who you think would carry and no one has to be left out.

Asra

pure, radiant joy lights up his face as he gathers you in his arms and squishes you close. He is So Excited for this baby, he’s only known about them for five seconds, but the love he feels is all-encompassing and unconditional. Because this isn’t just Any Baby, it’s Your Baby, with him, a being created from your love for each other, a brand new member of your family. He probably cries a bit, huge happy tears that catch on his eyelashes and make them sparkle.

regardless of who carries, he starts nesting almost immediately. The furniture seems to move every time you look away as he searches for an arrangement that “feels right.” He can’t be trusted to go to the market by himself without bringing back mountains of pillows and blankets and stuffed toys. Whenever you manage to convince him to sit, he works on knitting baby clothes, and more blankets, and more stuffed toys. He would do anything to keep this baby safe and happy and warm.

at some point it occurs to him that something could happen to you two after the baby is born. He becomes a roiling ball of anxiety until you talk to every important person in your lives and make a plan ensuring that no matter what happens, there will always be someone who can take care of the baby. That helps him settle down some. The fear is still there, but he can at least function now.

with your help, he starts making a memory book, a collection of pictures and mementos and letters from you and your loved ones. It starts out like a traditional scrapbook, but the longer you work on it, the more creative and ambitious the project becomes. Each page ends up with its own enchantment: some sparkle when you touch them, some release sweet smells, some produce sounds, like the voices of everyone who wrote a letter. It’s a work of art, a complete masterpiece. When it’s done, Asra feels he can finally rest easy knowing the baby will always have a reminder of how much their family loves them.

Nadia

oh god. Oh holy shit. She needs a minute to sit down. She’s never wanted kids. At least, she’s never wanted Little Kids. You’ve surely talked about the possibility of adopting teenagers, but… she thought she’d taken all the necessary precautions to avoid this. If you also don’t want a baby, she’s in full support of terminating the pregnancy. If you actually Do want a baby… well, that makes things more complicated

for fun, let's say you do want the baby. Nadia loves and respects you too much to ignore what you want, so as shaken as she is, she will listen and consider it. You’re really going to have to ease her into the idea, though — she has A Lot of concerns and fears regarding motherhood. First and foremost, she has exactly zero experience with babies. She’s never gone out of her way to interact with one. What if she’s no good at it? What if she does a terrible job and never bonds with the baby and ends up estranged from her own child? There’s just so much that could go wrong.

you’ll have to remind her that she wouldn’t be doing this alone. It’s your baby just as much as hers, and you’re not going to let any of that worst case scenario stuff happen. Sure, the two of you might not be Perfect Parents, but that doesn’t automatically doom the whole endeavor. You’ll be allowed to mess up a little. And it’s not like you can’t ask for help! They do say it takes a village to raise a child, after all. With the friends you’ve made and the resources you have access to, you’ll be very well supported.

it takes a while for her to really believe it. She needs a lot of reassurance, but so long as you’re patient and understanding of her anxiety, she will get better. Once she realizes she can channel her nervous energy into projects, she absolutely thrives. She draws up designs for the nursery, scrutinizes piles of fabric swatches (babies go through A Ton Of Clothes, good on her for starting early), plans the birth down to the very last detail, and with each project she finishes, she grows a bit more confident in herself, a bit more confident that everything’s gonna work out, so long as she has you.

Julian

it takes a minute for the news to sink in. Julian is a doctor, so he Should know a thing or two about the signs of pregnancy, and he really Should have seen this coming, but… well, denial is a hell of a drug. Not that he was doing it on purpose; he’s just very good at being oblivious at the worst of times. He was so caught up in You, so distracted by the brilliant beauty of your relationship that he forgot actions have consequences.

after the initial shock fades, he falls face first into Panic. What is he panicking over? Everything. Every little thing. He panics because the pregnancy was unplanned, so he never got the chance to put together a prenatal care plan. He panics because he has less than nine months to put together a birthing plan, as if it’s really going to take that long to figure out. He panics because babies need stability and routine and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to settle down yet, and even if he is, he has no idea Where he wants to settle down. He panics because this is a big responsibility all of a sudden and he’s not confident in his ability to handle it. In fact, he’s certain he’s gonna fuck it up somehow, so he spends a lot of time panicking over that.

you’d think his medical knowledge would be a blessing at a time like this, but it’s really more of a curse. Sure, he knows some good remedies for morning sickness, but he also knows everything that could potentially go wrong at every stage of pregnancy, which means he’s going to go into a frenzy every time an unusual symptom pops up. You’re going to have to be the voice of reason here, and it’s not gonna be easy because he Will argue with you, but it’s just because he’s scared. Talk to him about that fear. He’ll calm down some once you get him to talk about it.

underneath all the anxiety, though, he’s so fucking excited for this baby. He’s so excited to be a dad, even if he doesn’t think he’ll be good at it, because he gets to raise this baby with You. He is so excited he gets to start a family with You. The first one isn’t even done cooking before he suggests a second — maybe even a third, somewhere down the road in the nebulous future he always struggled to picture while he was on his own, a future that now erupts into full color before him every time he closes his eyes.

Muriel

based on the way his face contorts in abject horror, you might think Muriel is unhappy with the news, but he’s not so much Unhappy as he is Overwhelmed With Dread. While he’s come a long way from viewing himself as an irredeemable monster, he’s still not completely convinced that whatever spawn he ends up producing won’t be the Vesuvian equivalent of the anti-Christ, either as cosmic punishment for his “sins” or because someone he faced in the coliseum cast a curse upon his firstborn (which, knowing this city, isn’t statistically improbable).

give him the space to talk and he’ll eventually spill everything that’s worrying him. He’ll try to apologize for letting this happen, saying he understands if you don’t wanna take the chance, and when you tell him it’s not like that, not at all, he’s caught almost comically off-guard by the idea that you may actually Want to have a kid with him. You’re gonna have to explain why, because he doesn’t get it. Living with him, supporting him, loving him, that’s all one thing, but having a baby with him? And then Raising that baby together? He’s gonna ask you if you’re sure just about every day for the first two or three months.

as I’m sure we all expect, he doesn’t think he’s gonna be a very good dad. He claims he has no natural instinct when it comes to children and childrearing. If you bring up the chickens, he’ll say it’s not the same at all, in fact it’s ridiculous to compare chickens to human kids, but you can tell from the way he pouts that he knows you have a point. He’s just so sure he’s gonna do something to fuck this kid up big time. It doesn’t even cross his mind that he might be able to give this baby everything he didn’t have growing up, not until you suggest it. He seems to chew on the idea for a very long time.

following that, he’s still anxious, very anxious, about everything that could go wrong, ranging from the baby being born with goat horns to the two of you dying before they can understand what happened to their parents, but he’s more willing to challenge his intrusive thoughts and be proactive. You work together to make a contingency plan for the kid, ensuring they’ll have a happy, healthy life no matter what happens. Muriel goes out of his way to interact with kids and babies so he’s more comfortable with them (and less afraid of hurting them accidentally), and one day he’s startled by the realization that he actually, maybe, sort of, kind of, against all odds… enjoys spending time with them. The well-behaved ones, at least.

the more ready he feels, the more relaxed he becomes. His regular brand of affection takes on an even more doting, protective quality. When he’s not spoiling you with hugs and kisses, you can usually find him working on the baby’s crib and/or mobile, which he’s decided to design and carve himself. Sometimes you catch him lost in thought, smiling at you softly for seemingly no reason. If you ask him about it, he’ll deny ever making such an expression, then eventually admit he’s glad you didn’t let him give up on the baby. His anxiety warned him of the potential bad, but it also prevented him from seeing the potential good, like how he can share the stories of his people with a new generation. If not for you, there’s so much he’d go without, not even realizing how much he’s missing. That’s why he smiles at you — after everything he went through, you gave him a new life.

Portia

a gasp escapes her lips as tiny tears of joy twinkle in the corners of her eyes. Portia was the first to notice and recognize the early signs, so she’s really not surprised — she’s Beyond Delighted. She’s so Ecstatic she can barely contain herself, hugging you, then the doctor, then you again, whispering in your ear that she can’t wait to have a baby with her favorite person in the whole world.

she’s so excited to tell everybody the news, she’s practically bouncing off the walls. At first she wants to tell as many people she can as fast as she can, but then an idea strikes her: why not make an event of it? All the most important people should find out first, so why not invite them over for dinner and make the announcement then? She starts planning right away, asking your opinion on the menu and decorations. The whole thing turns into more of an ordeal than you expected, but even so, Portia (with your help of course) executes it flawlessly. The dinner is delicious, the ambience is impeccable, and at the end of the meal every guest gets a pastry in the shape of a rattle. Portia glows as she makes the announcement. Julian cheers and sobs. It’s perfect.

good luck getting Portia to sit down now, though. There’s so much she wants to do before the baby arrives. For instance, she thinks the whole cottage oughta be cleaned out and reorganized. Kids are very good at getting into things they shouldn’t, and if this kid is anything like her, they’re going to get into Everything, so it’s a good idea to take inventory sooner rather than later. Oh, and speaking of inventory, you two are gonna need to stock up on some baby essentials. Portia is more than happy to take the lead on this. She could spend all day prowling the market for toys and clothes and other supplies, nearly weeping when she finds especially adorable things, like tiny booties embroidered with cat beans on the bottom.

while the days are busy, the evenings are sweet and slow. You take this time to have serious discussions in less-than-serious ways, usually between soft kisses. Portia wants to show the baby the world. She spent so much of her life knowing only one place, she wants to give her child the chance to experience more. That being said, there’s no reason to take trips with an infant who doesn’t know what’s going on and won’t remember. She suggests staying in Vesuvia for the first few years, and after that you can play it by ear, see where the road takes you. To be honest, she doesn’t much care Where she ends up, so long as you and baby will be by her side the whole way.

Lucio

ew gross

the idea of this man procreating makes me sick to my stomach so he doesn’t get any headcanons

[vyloy]

I'd love to see some trans boy eiden (nu:c) loving! (As a trans dude I totally see eiden as trans too)

I live for this request omg

You didnt specify fic or headcanons so i'll do a fic for now

I also don't know if you wanted reader to be apart of this so i'll just not put reader in it,feel free to request again if you wanted reader to be in it!

Also Eiden hasn't gotten surgery yet in this fic!

Growing up knowing he was trans was hard especially since he was raised in an orphanage, not a lot of the caregivers didn't get how he was trans, they all just saw him as a girl who was confused, obviously wasn't the case.

Only when he grew up did he finally have a chance of expressing himself, he transitioned, changed his name, cut his hair short, and was on testosterone for a year before he was satisfied with his voice and not feeling dysphoric about it, during this time was also when he worked at the sex tous company, people acknowledged that he was trans and respected him.

When he was transferred to another world, nobody noticed he was a female at birth which made him extremely happy, even when he came out,everyone was understanding and still wanted to fuck him .

Aster offered to buy Eiden anything he needed,he just needed to say what he needed and suddenly it would be infront of his door, if Eiden wanted surgery, sure he will do it for him!

Morvay didn't care, he still loved to suck on Eiden's cunt, Eiden was still a guy in his eyes, just with different parts.

Yakumo was clueless at first but upon being explained about it, he would most definitely help Eiden whenever he needed comfort, he would cook his favorite dish, do anything in his power to make sure Eiden is in a good mood again, would most definitely call him a good boy in bed despite being nervous.

Edmond wouldn't care at all, he has seen many nobles who had transitioned before, it was a normal occurrence, he didn't know people made such a fuss about trans people, he understands what Eiden goes through everyday and will try to help you, dont get me wrong, he's still a major tsundere towards Eiden.

Olivine was pretty much taught about how trans people weren't natural but he knew otherwise, trans people are normal, just like the others, they were just born in the wrong body, he would help Eiden by showering him with gifts and praises.

Quincy could not care less, he's just cares about Eiden for being him and ofc, his sleep schedule, trans? Okay he doesn't care, does Eiden want to cuddle with him to sleep or not?

Kuya already knows about trans people, he was told by Huey about them, he won't call Eiden a vixen if he doesn't feel comfortable with it but will still tease Eiden 24/7, his reactions are amazing afterall~

Blade, Eiden will have to teach this guy what being trans is, he has been isolated for a long time afterall, after being taught what it meant, he would be like "okay, so do you want this soup?", doesn't care either, he loves Eiden because Eiden's cute, not because he thought Eiden was a male at birth!

Dante knows what Eiden has been through, he cares a lot about Eiden but will never show it,maybe through gifts he will, but through words?no ,never. He will frequently give Eiden gifts,leaving them at his door, when confronted about it, he will either say it was from the town's kids or from the servants,he will never admit it was from him.

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Sorry if it wasn't to your expectations!

[nctxromanova]

💭 / peter parker

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my muse has had about yours.

Is that a child? Oh, ty che blyad, Tony’s done it now. The one from the videos in NewYork. Let’s see... apparently we’re building a hoard of spider-themes here. Enhanced senses, reflexes, strength. He seems clever, at least, even though he keeps chattering. Christ, he’s so young. The suit is Stark’s handiwork, he’s been planning this. Have they been in contact before? No, the child seems overexcited, but jet-lagged. The webs are thematic- and there’s been nothing in Tony’s files about this sort of materials engineering. The little spider is clever, then. Steve isn’t going to like this one bit. 

[istanhooman]

I'm going to be making head canons and the like on these characters by @yesimahooman

Totallyahooman, the owner of these characters, said I should make a post about her characters so you all know what you're getting into hehe. They're all cats btw, and I'm on my phone so there's going to be mistakes. Most likely.

Apparently these characters are called the "meme team" because Totally made four of them (Toby, Oliver, Gingerale, and Milo) for an animation meme and fell in love. They didn't even have names until like a month later ig lmao

Toby: He's really friendly, but unlike Two-Tone understands boundaries - even if he's a little hyper and annoying. Toby will happily drop anything for his friends. Basically the generic "good guy" Character (But Totally says he had an edgy phase in a cat's version of teen years). He has three little sisters, who always insisted on playing with him, which didn't work well with his edgy phase. Totally told me he doesn't have a father, but he has a mother that looks a lot like him and she's the sweetest darling ever. Toby's the peach-ish, brown and white one.

Two-Tone: Speaking of Two-Tone, the wittle baby man omg I love him. Totally said he was originally made for the weird animation memes, because she had the nice one, the anxious one, the dad-friend, the angry one and the murderer. And yeah, you can use an edgy killer for weird/edgy memes, but she wanted WEIRD. And so Two-tone was made. But he apparently evolved into a really sweet cat who just doesn't understand how to communicate with people. He's been friends with Toby since childhood (kittenhood?) and seemingly came from nowhere. No parents at all. Toby's family basically adopted him (though I kinda ship them???)

Oliver: Anxious boyo. He's the blue one with big worried eyes. I also love him, he's so adorable. Anyway- Oliver's worrying about everything, constantly. He's also really easy to pick on because he'd be too scared to defend himself. Actually, Cinder tries killing him the most out of the team, which forces Gingerale to protect the bb. Totally told me that when she draws the two, she can't help but draw Oliver huddling behind Gingerale for protection and I live for that. She also said that he was an only child, so he learned how to be by himself and is still getting used to actually being around other cats. She said that Oliver's mom is also really sweet, but she was too soft and didn't force Oliver into anything he was uncomfy with (which were simple fears like the dark or strangers) and so he never got that exposure that's needed to NOT be a crying mess.

Gingerale: The ginger cat. He's a very grumpy boy and hates all things fun. Actually that's not true, but he's very tsundere. He'll bully his friends, but as soon as someone does it, he's going OFF on them. He somehow always catches Cinder when she's trying to kill the team, too which would he so much fun to see. Totally said Gingerale's used to being ignored because he was one of the middle kittens of TWELVE. YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP RNAKKD. kinda sad to imagine tho, poor bby.

Cinder: Finally, the one I kept mentioning. The gray and white gorl. To explain her murderous ways, Totally gave me a run down: As a kitten, Cinder was severely bullied by three older ones. Their mothers didn't do anything to stop it, and Cinder's own mother was too deep in self-pity due to her mate leaving her. All because he didn't want kittens :(. So, Cinder didn't get anyone to defend her from these bullies. One night, Cinder's mom stands up and straight up leaves. Totally gave a small, sad detail of "So, wondering where her mom was going, Cinder followed after her. But Cinder's mom turns only to push the kitten away, giving her an angry glare before leaving for good. Cinder's never seen her again." And i- that's so depressing. Anyway, Cinder finally snapped and killed one of the kittens bullying her. Finally the mothers cared, but only for their own. They exiled Cinder from the area, and Cinder complied. But she never forgot how nice it felt to finally have some power and since then, she's just kinda- killed cats. Totally finished it with "Cinder found the meme team and thought they'd be easy, but Gingerale's a good match against her. So... She's just for comedy's sake now I guess". That was long, sorry.

Milo: Big boi. Big soft boi. I really like him, but also I couldn't help but think about Milo from Pokemon Sword and Shield. I told Totally this and she went "Yeah, I made him before the game was officially out and before I played it. I had no idea" And I'll just accept her word. He's cute tho, the gray tabby. He's bigger than his friends and is super fatherly to them, even though he's around their age. Always making sure Oliver isn't so scared, Two-Tone and Toby are out of trouble, Gingerale actually socializes and the twins are recognized more. Very sweet.

Aidan: Speaking of the twins, they're the last two I need to tell you about! First is Aidan. He's the one with sunglasses. And also the spikier fur, and he's the boy. I like him because he thinks he's really cool and popular, but he's not. In fact Totally always forgets the twins exist. She's getting better at it, she says. She told me that Aidan is that one "I'm so cool" character who's calm and collected usually, but if a girl (or boy, she claims their sexualities are never specified and up to interpretations for the creativity) flirted with him, he'd DIE. I need to make hcs on this.

Nadia: The pretty girl. Basically it. She's really nice and understanding, but always finds a way to insult her brother casually. The twins have always been there for each other, but at the end of the day they're siblings. They're going to argue with each other. In fact, Totally said she likes to take a bit from her own siblings and say things like "Oh yeah, and Nadia one day would be all 'Aidan, brother, listen to me. I love you, but you're ugly. No girl would like you' And Aidan turns to his sister, slightly pulls down the sunglasses that somehow stay on his face and glances at her up and down before sighing, 'But Nadia, you're forgetting. You look just like me, but curly. You're just as ugly as I am, and you won't find love either.' Or smth like that. Just the casual insulting chaos that is siblings".

EDIT: Totally told me she updated character sheets and said I should replace the old ones! So most of these aren't old now