#i used to sound like a stuck up dictionary

[pseudonemisis]

Putting [redacted] in sentences is my new favorite thing. Like I can talk about whatever I want but I don't have to give you the details if I don't want

[jeonstellate]

my future in your eyes

mingyu still holds onto you, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au, exes-to-lovers!au — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.1K words

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๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s as you are.

๑彡 i’m lowk proud of this ngl bc— it’s fluff, but it took me relatively quick to finish?? usually i get stuck for weeks if the wip’s fluff ><

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

Not that he uses his confidence to swindle strangers, as the dictionary suggests the title means. Rather, he exudes confidence — regardless of what he does.

There is always an air confidence around him. He can be in clothes that don’t fit the event’s theme and he’ll still seem perfectly dressed. He can be barely conversant in another language and he’ll still sound like he knows what he’s saying. He can just be standing there, doing nothing, and he’ll still appear like he’s doing something right.

Some people mistake his confidence for arrogance. Most find it admirable. But, in truth, Mingyu hardly cares.

Especially if his so-called confidence vanishes whenever you are in the vicinity and within his line of sight. Just like now.

He sees you in a table with Seokmin. Your back is towards him but he recognizes you, anyway. Despite the distance, he has no problem witnessing how animatedly you talk with your common friend.

It’s almost like he is back in college: you and Seokmin in one row, him and Minghao a few rows back. He can almost hear Minghao state matter-of-factly, "You’re staring," like he often does back then.

Really, all that’s different is Minghao’s currently preoccupied being the groom to comment on his staring. (There are definitely more things that are different now, but he doesn’t want to even begin thinking about them.)

Seokmin catches his stare. Not soon after, specifically before Mingyu can even look away, he sees him leave the table. Seokmin throws him a familiar meaningful look before disappearing into the dance floor.

Truth be told, Mingyu’s confidence comes naturally. It isn’t something that he purposely channels. It’s just always there . . . unless you are involved. Then, suddenly, he has to painstakingly gather the confidence to be near you.

"Is this seat taken?" He tries his hardest to mask his awestruck look with one of kind politeness as he waits your response.

He almost forgot how to breathe when your eyes lock into his. "You may sit if you wish," you offer him a small, polite smile. "I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon."

"Thanks." He effortlessly returns your gesture before situating himself on the chair your common friend abandoned. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"Really well, actually. I didn’t expect to recognize a lot of people from college." Your eyes don’t leave his as you answer. He tries not to stare back too intently, to look within your eyes to see something . . . anything. "And you?"

Mingyu waits for a beat, gathering enough confidence to say what he wants to. "Better now that you’re here." With me.

He lets out a barely audible embarrassed laugh. He has half a mind to take it back, but quickly changes his mind when he sees you biting your lower lip — an obvious attempt to stop yourself from laughing.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. There’s pride in knowing he’s still able to make you laugh, despite it being your first meeting in literal years.

You look down in a presumable attempt to calm yourself down. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, though, as he refuses to lose you from his sight. As such, he immediately notices the sudden shift in your expression.

"You’re still wearing it." Mingyu follows your line of sight — and ends up looking at the source of your comment. His hand on the table, specifically the band of gold adorning his ring finger. "Our ring."

Our wedding ring.

You and Mingyu married soon after graduating from college. It had been a blissful marriage, one that filled a home with nothing but love and support.

Your divorce was on the basis of irreconcilable differences. It was a mutual decision, for the interest of your career paths diverging too far. There was never a bad blood.

"Ye— yeah." Mingyu stutters involuntarily. He clears his throat before continuing, "It’s a great conversational piece."

Although the divorce has been finalized years ago, Mingyu still plays the faithful and loving husband role in front of strangers. He uses the ring on his finger to his advantage: may that be to wordlessly signal that he’s already taken or to gain the favor of a potential sponsor.

Likewise, even if he knows the ring might be a disadvantage, he refuses to take it off — nor to purposely hide it from sight. The same way he never tells a stranger that he is no longer tied to someone else.

"Does it work?" You ask in wonder.

"We are conversing now, aren’t we?"

You chuckle, "Touché."

Mingyu wants to tell you that he hasn’t taken the ring off since you slipped it on his finger during your wedding. Not even after your divorce has been finalized all those years ago.

He wants to tell you his ring finger is thinner near his palm because of his adamant refusal to take his wedding ring off once in a while. Not willing to separate from the only physical reminder of your marriage, not even for a second.

He wants to tell you the ring is more than a conversational piece. He wants to tell you it’s his lifeline, something he can’t bear to lose. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Mingyu uses all the confidence he has gathered to ask you a simple question. "Dance with me?"

He offers you the hand adorned by his wedding ring. He tries not to show the uncertainty he feels by masking it behind a smile.

He almost lets out a relieved sigh when you place your hand on top of his. But he stops breathing momentarily when he catches sight of the sole jewelry adorning your hand.

"You’re still wearing it," Mingyu echoes your comment breathlessly. "Our ring."

He snaps his eyes back to your face, just in time to witness your smile widen. "Yeah," you say. "It’s a great talisman to ward off potential suitors."

He leads you to the dance floor, silently marveling at how your hand still fits perfectly with his. "Does it work?"

"It’s very effective," you assure him. "Although I don’t think it works well against ex-husbands."

Another slow song starts playing right when you reach the dance floor. You and Mingyu unconsciously claim your respective hand placements during your first dance — and for any waltz you danced after.

Then, suddenly, it’s like you traveled back in time.

Mingyu pulls you closer, a ghost of a smirk is at the edge of his lips. "I think it works well attracting ex-husbands."

[weebsinstash]

I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"

and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"

Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"

Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"

and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"

And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT

Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"

But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--

But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no

... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.

Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--

And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"

Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.

For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...

[starkwlkr]

you’re so vain | jenson button

through the decades masterlist

California 1972

The day you met Jenson Button was the day you swore you would never fall in love with, but of course his charming smile had convinced you. But then came the worst part, he had become someone else. If you looked up the definition of vain in the dictionary, a picture of Jenson would be there. Ever since he became the world champion, it was all he could talk about.

“Hey, lovely, why don’t you put down the pen and paper and let’s go drive around? I know the perfect place for you and me. Remember how you used to love driving with me?” Jenson said over the phone one day.

“I would rather die than ever go on a date with you again, Jenson Button.” And you ended the call. You weren’t sure how he even got your number in the first place, but one thing was for sure, you would never go on a date with him.

After dismissing your call with Jenson, you walked back to your recording booth where your band was. You had a melody stuck in your head for the past couple of days and you desperately wanted to write down lyrics for it, but nothing came up.

“Hey, Y/n! Some Button guy keeps calling the landline, says he wants to take you out to dinner.” The drummer of your band said as he entered the room.

“For fucks sake.” You sighed. “Tell him I’m not here, that I left the country or something.”

“Okay . . . ” The drummer, Brad, said confused but went with it. He walked back to the phone.

“Button guy? What’s that about?” The guitarist, Dave, asked.

“He’s a formula one driver, but he’s so egotistical! This one time we went to a party and he walks in like he’s on a yacht! I can’t believe I even went out with him. . .” You sighed.

“Aren’t all formula one drivers a little bit egotistical? Or this Button guy worse?” Brad came back. “He asked if you were writing a song about him and I hung up. Can’t believe you dated him.”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned. “What’s worse is that we’re supposed to perform at his boss’s birthday party this weekend. He’s definitely going to be there.”

When you were with Jenson, his boss had asked you to perform at his birthday party and you being the kind person, you said yes. Now there was no way of getting out of it.

Brad then spoke. “Well if he wants a song written about him. . . I say you write one and you perform it at the party.”

It didn’t take you long to grab your journal and pen and start writing down lyrics. You had your new song finished it about three hours and spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a melody with the band. Soon, Jenson Button would hear his song in front of thousands of people.

—

Jenson had arrived to the party as if he owned the place. He had a pretty woman by his side and a beer in his hand. He spotted his friends and greeted them.

“This beauty right here is . . .” Jenson truly couldn’t remember the woman’s name. Sarah? Linda? “Tell them your name, love, it sounds better when you say it cause of your accent. Music to my ears!”

“Amara, nice to meet you.” The woman said with a lovely Italian accent.

“How’d you meet each other?” Jenson’s friend asked.

“Met her in Saratoga.” Jenson replied. In reality, that was all he remembered. What was he doing in Saratoga? Who knows. . .

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” The host of the party and Jenson’s boss announced on the microphone. He stood on the stage with a bright smile. “First off, thank you for joining me and my family this evening. We’ve had a very successful year, thanks to our world champion, Jenson Button!”

A bright light shined on Jenson, who waved to the crowd, clearly loving the attention. Soon enough, Jenson wouldn’t like it at all.

“Now, for the main event, miss y/n l/n!”

You walked to the stage with total confidence. You wore your best dress and heels, ready to sing your heart out. The crowd cheered for you and the band, all but one. Jenson.

“Isn’t that the chick you were dating?” A friend whispered to him.

“Her name is y/n.” Jenson corrected.

“Well hello! You all look very lovely tonight. We are very happy to be here and I hope we all have a great time. So our first song is a new one, but feel free to dance.” You smiled at the crowd as your band started playing.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot

Jenson watched as you sang beautifully. He had seen you perform many times before but this one felt different. Even his date was loving the new song. Amara bopped her head as you sang.

It wasn’t until the chorus that Jenson started to realize what was going on.

“You're so vain! You probably think this song is about you!” You sang as you looked at Jenson.

Of course she would do this, thought Jenson. He looked around and saw the crowd living the song. How could they enjoy it?

“I bet you think this song is about you. Don't you, don't you?”

As you continue singing, Jenson remembered the phone call he made several days ago.

“Is she writing a song about me? Oh, poor lovesick y/n can’t get over me.”

This was his song. Fuck.

Suddenly, the confident Jenson was nowhere to be seen. You took that confidence and stomped on it with your pretty little heels. For once in his life, Jenson hated being your muse.

[rallamajoop]

Translating the original RE8 trial scene storyboard

RE8’s bonus DLC concept art pack includes a couple of pages of an early storyboard for the trial scene, dating to back when Miranda was still going to be a foreign researcher rather than a village native, and Ada Wong was still part of the cast. Though the text is all in Japanese, I had a crack at translating it ‒ it makes for a fascinating comparison to the finished game.

Images and translations are under the cut below – but here’s the dot-point version of how this older storyboard compares to the finished one.

Instead of Miranda, the trial is overseen by a masked figure called only ‘shaman’ (祈祷師). Instead of lycans, the trial is attended by numerous villagers, all eager to see Ethan punished.

This may be the big one: the shaman claims an ‘Adam-sama’ has been angered by Ethan’s (unspecified) crimes. My best guess at this mysterious ‘Adam’ is that it might be a name for the megamycete. Whoever he is, all the 'Eve' connotations of Eva/Eveline (and even the Rose flasks) suddenly start to sound a whole lot more significant.

Even here, the trial is dominated by Dimitrescu and Heisenberg fighting over who gets Ethan – or at least who gets his body, after his execution. Dimitrescu still wants his blood, while Heisenberg presumably wants him for soldat-material. Moreau briefly makes his own bid, but he just wants to eat Ethan.

Donna’s one act is to apparently stop time at a crucial moment to speak directly to Ethan without anyone else hearing – though this seems to be an illusion she creates while contacting him psychically. No sign of Angie, who probably isn’t part of the game yet.

Rather than escaping through Heisenberg’s gauntlet, Ethan is rescued by Ada Wong (disguised behind a plague mask). I’m guessing Heisenberg’s role as pseudo-ally hadn’t fully developed while Ada was still supposed to be involved.

Conflict between the lords seems to be framed more as conflict between separate houses/families. Heisenberg makes a reference to ‘us Heisenbergs’ (perhaps this is from the time when his mother, father and twin brother were also supposed to be characters?) and Moreau to his ‘Kuku-family’.

Though the name ‘Heisenberg’ does appear, he’s mostly called ‘Geek’, while Moreau is ‘Half-fish-man’ (半魚人), and Donna is simply 'Spirit' or 'Ghost' (心霊). Lady Dimitrescu is the only character who is actually called that (though it’s mostly abbreviated to just ‘lady’). I could not tell you why a Japanese dev team would decide that ‘geek’ was a good moniker for their heavy-metal-Frankenstein-wannabe, but here we are. (Note that most of the game files associated with Heisenberg are still labelled ‘geek[something]’, so clearly this was a moniker that stuck. Donna’s files are almost all called ‘ghost[something]’. Moreau and Dimitrescu mostly get shortened/mangled into 'moro' and 'domi'.)

Heisenberg and Dimitrescu actually come to blows over Ethan in this version, with Heisenberg launching his hammer at her and seemingly killing her, or at least blowing her away. But I think we can take it as read that even in this version, she'll show up okay and be back to torment Ethan later.

Oh, and did I mention this little addendum at the end which hints at Miranda doing some kind of surgery on Chris? WTF?

Standard disclaimer for all my Japanese translations: I’m nothing like fluent, and rely on online dictionaries for a lot of harder vocabulary. Corrections from anyone better qualified are welcome.

Okay, on to the actual translations! I'll include the full pages as we get to them, but I'll also break them down into smaller chunks so I can share and translate smaller chunks as we go through.

Page 1

[Ethan wakes up to find he can't move because his handcuffs are chained to the floor]

[Ghost-nobles and villagers buzzing in the church]

[Banging noise as shaman bangs his staff]

Shaman: "Everyone, quiet!"

[Church falls silent]

Shaman: "I have heard from each of the lords. This man's crime threatens the very foundations of our family! Lord Adam is furious! To allow this man to live will bring disaster upon the village! Only his death will appease Lord Adam's anger!"

[Cheering from the crowd]

Lady Dimitrescu: "In that case, after the execution, the Dimitrescu family shall receive the victim. My daughters haven't had nearly enough blood to drink of late."

Geek (Heisenberg): "Oi, wait a minute. From what I've heard, you witches have had it your own way long enough."

["Geek" burns Ethan's hand with a cigar]

Geek: "Us Heisenbergs will be taking this one, got it?"

[Ethan shrieks in pain]

Lady: "Didn't you have several victims sent to you just the other day?"

[Half-fish-man (半魚人) walks up to the Geek]

Half-fish-man (Moreau): "Oh, grant him to my Kuku-family, I.. I want to break him open and eat his insides!" (Note: I think Moreau's actually saying something even more colourful here, but I'm having trouble translating it)

[He approaches Ethan, parasites emerging from under his hood]

["Geek" halts him, brandishing his hammer]

Half-fish-man: [Groaning noise]

Lady: "I will not allow you two to do as you please!"

Geek: "Hm, how to settle this?"

Half-fish-man: "Oh, oh…!"

[Rising noise of cursing onlookers]

[Geek raises his iron hammer]

Page 2

[The moment he throws his hammer at Lady Dimitrescu, a halucination begins and time seems to stop. Direction and focus of camera fits the spirit]

Ghost (Donna, in a voice no-one else can hear): "….(You… have summoned him… receive your reward…)"

[Reality returns]

[The hammer pierces Lady D. and blows her away, part of the church collapses. Panic as villagers fall or die]

Geek: "Don't worry. Your corpse will become my plaything."

[A mysterious masked figure appears and fires three shots into Heisenberg, five into the shaman]

Masked figure: "Run!"

[Cuts the chain holding Ethan to the floor]

Geek: [getting up] "..what the…?"

Shaman (still full of arrows) yells to the villagers: "What are you doing! Don't let them escape! After him!"

Masked figure: "This way!"

[Still handcuffed, Ethan runs through passages before finally making it outdoors]

Page 3

Masked figure: [while reloading crossbow] "Your daughter is alive. Go get her back, okay?"

Ethan: "What are you…"

[Masked figure sees someone coming from behind] "No time, go!"

[Ethan screams as he's thrown over the railing]

[And here endeth the storyboard]

Page 3 Addendum

This brings us to the latter half of Page 3, which contains only a single column of panels. Remaining space features an extra half-page of Miranda in her original foreign-scientist incarnation, pictured with what I assume were some of her experiments. There's some text on these too ‒ hand-written rather than typed, which made it a right bastard to figure out. But I had a crack anyway, because even at a skim-read it had me going, "wait, does that say the monster is Chris?"

Yep, it does. The captions (as best I could make them out) read "Miranda's paranormal organism experiment" (奇生体の実験) and "After plastic surgery on Chris' face" (クリスの顔に整形後).

This only raises so many more questions. Is Chris actually working with Miranda, or has she captured him for experiments? Is she repairing Chris' face after some horrific accident? Is she altering some monster to make it look like Chris Redfield? Or ‒ in a far more entertaining possibility ‒ was this meant to be an in-game justification for why RE7's Chris looks nothing like he does in RE8?

I have no answers for you, but you can really feel how much this game changed in development just from these little glimpses of what might have been.

[theoutsiderscomfort]

Time for the final outsiders gang headcanon before I have to come up with more ideas.

Sodapop Curtis Headcanons

Usually I don’t jump straight into the neurodivergent headcanon but today I am

This guy has raging ADHD

He is the definition of ADHD. When you look it up in a dictionary, it’s just a picture of Sodapop

He can never sit still. He is always fidgeting in some way

His teachers used to hate him being in their class because he wouldn’t sit still for more than 5 minutes at a time

He also has a undiagnosed learning disability/disabilities

He had a teacher call him dumb when he was in 2nd or 3rd grade and it has stuck with him all these years

His teachers thought he was never listening in class but he was, he just didn’t understand when they explained it

He is a very hands on learner which is why he was good at mechanics and gym

Ask him what Shakespeare meant in that line from Romeo and Juliet? No clue. Ask him why the car sounds like it’s rattling? He is explaining every possible reason why

Honestly could ramble about adhd and learning disabilities headcanons for Soda all day but that’s not what you are here for

He was the kind of kid growing up, who would trip over, scrap their elbows and hands yet still get up with a massive smile on his face

This guy forgets to put on his shoes more times then he will admit

At least a few times a week, Steve has to remind him to put on his shoes for work

He has a massive sweet tooth. I mean he canonly puts jam with his eggs, something that doesn’t usually need a sweet element

He was a big mamas boy growing up. He just loved spending time with his mom

He didn’t even care if they just went to the hair stylist. He liked the pretty ladies who would talk about how cute he was

Both of his parents deaths hit hard but his moms hit just the tinest bit more

I had to put a tiny bit of angst in

He eventually starts working part time with horses

Training them, cleaning their stables, riding them, just anything to do with horses

He would eventually have enough money to buy his own horse

Someone give this man a horse because I will never get over Soda losing Mickey Mouse

I don’t know what’s with the Curtis brothers and my ability to ramble about my neurodivergent headcanons for them

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 16 (END) / Be my f*cking girlfriend, Menace!

Summary: After the drama is over, things get awkward between You and Katsuki… but not for long.

This is the last chapter of season 1!

Warnings: Swear words, highly suggestive!!! 16 +

First Chapter Master List

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“So shock, physical intimacy, and reassuring words all together at the same time nulls the quirk out. Fuck, that’s so complicated.” Kirishima looks at your tomato red faces. Kirishima hugged the shit out of Katsuki just a few minutes ago. You swear you saw Eijirou leaning in for an actual KISS at one point, just out of pure happiness; needless to say the blonde threw him far away with a disgusted face.

“And don’t forget to note down the delusions once your mind gives in. He’s gotten so much stronger since my team had fought him.” You sigh, not too fond to talk about this but it needs to be done; people with psychotic powers are still quite a mystery and understanding their power deeply might help with a similar situation in the future.

“It’s a trance-like state. Like you are stuck in your own mind-palace and it’s attacking you from every corner. It used places from my childhood, ones connected to something important and merged them together. Then I saw all the people I… loved…” Katsuki whispers the last word like it’s the most shameful word in the dictionary; you roll your eyes at that. Hard. Then you also remember being one of the people in Katsuki’s head and you end up blushing again. This is so awkward, goddamnit. “And the quirk made me believe that they all hate me. It used my biggest fears and weaknesses against me. It was unbearable, even for me.” The blonde’s voice gets weaker and weaker as he remembers all the shit he’s been through in the last few hours; you move your hands closer to his on the sofa, your pinky making slow circles on his clenched hand.

“It’s over now.” You whisper with a broken smile on your face. He doesn’t look back at you, but his hands relax as he laces his pinky with yours.

“I know.”

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“So about that physical intimacy part… what did you do exactly after slapping him in the face?” Kirishima looks at you two, faking a professional look, the nosy fuck. “Don’t look at me like that, I need to write a report!” Kirishima grins, not even trying to hide his mischievous smile anymore.

“You will not write MY shit down in those reports, shitty hair!” The blonde yells, the sappy mood now completely ruined. Oh, well.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say something…” You speak up, ignoring the redhead who’s still sitting behind his office desk; you feel terrible for not saying it sooner and you are quite sure Kirishima already knows what did you mean by physical intimacy and he just wants to hear it out loud. “Sorry for kissing you without your consent. I really didn’t know what else to do and to be honest I kinda wanted to do that for a while…” You certainly did not want to say that last part out loud, but… oh, well. Every single person in this office knows about your infatuation at this point, they probably knew it for longer than you did.

“Actually, I kissed you first.” Katsuki looks away from the both of you with his face on fire. “So, I’m also sorry.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” You definitely DO NOT remember him kissing you. You would remember. Is he trying to sound cool in front of Kirishima, or what’s going on?

“Last night, when you fell asleep.” He mumbles, and by the look on his face, he isn’t lying. Or at least he thinks he is not.

Hm.

“Are you sure you weren’t already delirious by then?”

“Y/N I fucking know I kissed you. I was quirked, yes, but I wasn’t imagining it!”

There is an almost silent “awww” coming from Kirishima’s desk; you guys absolutely forgot about him in the heat of the argument. Oh, fuck.

“Can you not read the room, you motherfucker?” Katsuki asks, his eyes twitching from anger.

“Oh, I do read the room. It’s hot and heavy out here, the air sparking with electricity. Now please, kiss.”

Kirishima definitely has a death wish. You can’t help the tiny, unattractive snort bursting out of you.

“GET OUT!” You both yell, Katsuki aggressively, you giggling.

“This is my office?! You get out?!” Kirishima retorts and he has a point.

“Let’s go, you fucking menace, I can’t believe you had to start this fucking conversation in front of this nosy asshole. I’m too fucking tired to talk about this shit right now.”

You are not going to lie, Katsuki’s words sting a bit; you didn’t mean to have this conversation in front of Kirishima, you just wanted to say sorry but at the same time, the unsaid words are killing you on the inside and while you can absolutely understand that the blonde doesn’t want to talk about this while he’s still mentally tired from the quirk, he’s not the only one struggling right now…

“Look, Katsuki… y-you should go home for today.” You stutter, but there is a finality to your voice. The blonde just snorts and lets your hand go; as the door closes behind him you look at Kirishima, pain and frustration clear in your eyes.

“Thanks.” You mumble and leave the room as well; you don’t even clock out, just go straight for the exit.

Fuck this shit.

Just fuck it.

You can’t have any more of this today.

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Katsuki has a hard time understanding what’s going on right now.

First of all, this last day absolutely fucked him up and he’s not even going to try and sound strong and mighty this time; he thought he doesn’t need people in his life but that last nightmare made him realize that’s not the case; he might be the second best hero in Japan but he is nothing but a big zero without his closest friends and family. It’s a lot to take in, really; he’s always been a lone wolf or at least he thought so but clearly, he had it all wrong.

He’s a little bit thankful to Y/N for letting him go home for today; he doesn’t think he would have been able to talk to her today about anything with all this mess in his head. He knows what he needs to do and he’s not ashamed of it anymore; he needs the Menace in his life, his nightmare of a vision made that clear. He’s just not sure how to do it and how to act around her anymore; hell, he doesn’t even know what a fucking relationship looks like and he certainly has no idea how to be cheesy and romantic. He’s the worst boyfriend material in the whole world yet here he is, almost ready to take that step into the unknown, putting all his pride aside for the sake of another person.

“Steven, I don’t know what to doooooo!” Katsuki whines while he stares at the little pigeon knocking on his window. Steven looks at him with questioning eyes, clearly not able to understand the problem but he looks back at him anyway, giving him support. Talking about silent support, Katsuki grabs his phone and calls his mother, his brain on auto pilot. The idea is stupid and her mother will probably laugh at him, but he has nothing to loose.

“I can’t believe I got a phone call from my son. Are you sick?”

Ahh, yeah, he’s an asshole who never calls his mother. He kinda forgot about that.

“How did you get together with the old man?” Katsuki doesn’t beat around the bush just says it, ready to be laughed at. He has no dignity. Katsuki.exe has stopped working completely.

“Honestly, it’s quite awkward.” His mother laughs, not even commenting on his son’s weird behavior which he is thankful for. “We were dancing around each other for ages, I gave him so many hints but he ignored them all. One day, I got fed up with his shit, called him in the middle of the night and asked him to let me in… I was already at his front door. When he opened the door I kissed him senseless and haven’t left his side since.”

“That’s disgusting.” Katsuki retorts, faking a retching sound. “You can’t just kiss people without their consent, you silly hag.”

His mother laughs on the other side of the phone.

“Yes, it’s really risky, but to be honest with you I wouldn’t change it for the life of me. BUT! If I would be the guy in this scenario, I would probably go over, knock on the door and ask the person I love to date me and then if they say yes I would kiss them to make it official. That’s still a Bakugou move, but less aggressive.”

“Sounds boring as fuck.” Katsuki mumbles, not impressed.

“Hm. Or I would make a lovely lunch and bring it to their office. A love confession topped up with a handmade meal? No one can say no to that!” Katsuki can hear his mother’s grin through her voice so he rolls eyes, hoping she can also sense it through the phone.

“You are useless.” He ends the call, looking into the distance while zoning out completely.

Needless to say, he makes his way to the kitchen to finally make a proper lunch for himself; if he ‘accidentally’ makes more than he needs and brings it to his office today, that’s no one’s fucking business.

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It’s really hard to concentrate on your job today, but you would rather be here than alone at home right now. You feel the urge to message Katsuki, ask him if he’s okay, but you decide against it; he clearly needs the time alone and you really don’t want to fuck this up just because you couldn’t sit on your ass for one more day.

Thankfully, Kirishima decided to do all the paperwork for this case to let you two rest today so all there is to do in the office is to finish the paperwork about the monthly budget and stamp some random ass papers the “extras” brought in to finalize. You are a little bit hungry because you because you barely had any food today, but you can’t even think about actually eating right now; it just reminds you of Katsuki, about his amazing curry and about all the shit that came after. You’ll never forget his terrified face crying out your name while staring into the distance like a brain dead zombie. Never.

Your phone pings in the late afternoon; you are so focused on stamping the paperwork you actually jump at the random noise disturbing the silence.

Dynadick: Yo, you had lunch yet?

Okay, that’s kind of cute. It makes your little stupid heart flutter.

You: No, not yet. I’ll finish the paperwork and go home after.

Dynadick: Are you dumb? It’s 4PM! Honestly, you can’t even fucking take care of yourself without me!

Dynadick: I’m coming over.

Oh my god.

You really thought your day was about to be over, you really did not expect for the blonde to come back so soon; does he want to talk? Or does he want to ignore everything for this one day? How should you react?! What does he want to do with this whole situation anyway?!

You don’t have time to break down as the door opens almost right away; Katsuki comes through the door in sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt, holding a massive tray of lasagne. He doesn’t say anything just puts the tray down on the coffee table and takes out plates and cutlery from his bag, actually setting up the table properly to eat. It’s so domestic you want to cry.

“What the fuck are you doing, sit the fuck down. I will kill you if it gets cold.” Katsuki mumbles with a flushed face, plopping a massive serving on a plate, then another. “It’s a veggie lasagne, I had no meat at home. It’s fucking good though.” He adds as he sits down on the sofa and starts to eat.

So this is what you guys are doing. Sitting and eating lasagne while ignoring all our problems. Fair play, Mr. Katsuki.

Needless to say, the lasagne is absolutely amazing. Somehow he managed to make it spicy, but you really don’t mind; spicy food is actually amazing to reduce stress!

“This is amazing, Katsuki.” You mumble, your face still stuffed with food.

“Shut up and eat you idiot, of course it is, I made it.” Katsuki smirks, stuffing his face like he haven’t eaten for ages.

“Duh.” You giggle and continue eating the amazing food he’s made for you; you still can’t believe you are lucky enough to be able to share food with him while surrounded with nothing but a comfortable silence; everyone thinks Dynamight is an absolute ass but after seeing him almost every day for months you realized that all of that is just a mask he’s hiding behind; underneath, he is caring and kind, beautiful and pure, he’s just… amazing. So fucking amazing. Ahh, you really want to tell him all of that then kiss him senseless on the sofa. Fuck’s sake.

“Be my fucking girlfriend, Menace. I want a serious relationship with you.” Katsuki speaks up between two bites, like he’s talking about the weather. You almost choke on a piece of cheese.

“Just like that?! Out of the blue?” You ask with wide eyes, not really believing his shenanigans. You had so many ideas about how to do this but THIS definitely wasn’t in your plan.

“What do you mean just like that?! We both fucking kissed each other and I ain’t going around kissing bitches I don’t lo… want something from!!!” The blonde yells, his whole face blushed from embarrassment. You really want to kiss him, even though he just called you a bitch.

“That’s fair. No dates first? Are you sure?” You ask, feeling like all of this a little bit rushed on his part. On your part… he could literally just marry you right here, right now and you wouldn’t say a single word. Well, you’d say one word: FUCK YES.

“Fuck that. I know you already.” Katsuki answers. “But let’s take it slow. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He grumbles while he averts his eyes shyly; your heart is having a hard time with this new version of Katsuki. How can such an abrasive human be so fucking cute?! Also, is this really happening? Is this even real?! Are you actually doing this?! This is so much to digest!!!!!!

“So you want us to be serious, but to take it slow.” You try your best to summarize the whole conversation with questioning eyes but by the look of it, he’s not having it.

“Fuck’s sake it’s not that hard to understand.” Katsuki stands up and starts to pace around the room. He looks extremely uncomfortable, bless his little grumpy pomeranian face.

“You are right, it’s not hard to understand.” You stand up as well, moving slowly towards the blonde. “Katsuki, you are bonkers. And a fucking madman.” Katsuki looks absolutely fucking offended… as he should be. You can’t help but grin at his dramatic face. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m stating facts. You are also super rude and an absolute fucking asshole.” You laugh and by the look of it, Bakugou’s brain literally just stopped working because he can’t even make a proper come back. You really want to kiss him senseless. “With that said… I would really like to be your girlfriend. I’m done pretending that I hate you. I’m done pretending that I don’t want to kiss you. I love everything about you, Bakugou Katsuki, the good and the bad, the way you get angry for no reason, the way you help others without wanting anything for exchange, I love the way you smile when you think no one’s looking and I adore when you hide your affection with rude words, like now. I love how you’ve barely said anything nice to me today yet I feel like I’m the happiest fucking woman on earth. You make happy, Katsuki. So fucking happy I might cry. You fucking handsome asshole.” You sniff, unable to look into the blonde’s eyes; you know how much he hates this shit and how annoying you must be right now but you just couldn’t keep it in for longer; it was begging to come out since the wedding, or maybe even before that.

“Fuck.” Katsuki sniffs back but schools his face by the time you look up at the hero. “Fuck.” He says again and things happen quickly after that; Katsuki cups your face and moves your head to the side, making enough space for himself to devour your lips in the most possessive way possible; he pulls you close, so-so close, biting your lips as he begs for an entrance right away; needless to say, you let him do whatever he wants; you let him barge in, his tongue meeting with yours in a deep, sensual dance; there is no music in the background yet if feels like a tango, intimate and slow, passionate and romantic, you melt like the wax inside a burning candle, your whole body on fire from the heat of his kiss; Katsuki holds you up in one swift move, his hands unashamedly cradling your asscheeks after you put your your hands on his shoulders and jump up into his arms; in only a few seconds you find yourself sitting on his massive office desk with Katsuki in front of you, kissing you senseless as his hands wonder around your upper legs, grabbing and caressing your clothed upper thigh like it belongs to him and you softly moan into his mouth, trying to make a proper sentence, but the sudden heat leaves you speechless, nothing but sighs and silent moans leaving your mouth as he continues kissing you, deep and slow, mapping out every single crevice he can get to. You really can not believe Katsuki can be so passionate in these situations; you thought you will need to beg for every single caress yet here he is, making you feel loved and wanted, reducing you to an absolute mess in only a few minutes; he moves down to your neck, leaving small, wet kisses all over the sensitive parts and you can’t help but make a noise again; he grumbles against your neck, making your whole body tremble with the deepness of his voice. You can’t help but hide your fingers in his hair, tugging him aggressively towards you and Katsuki answers your silent wishes; his teeth graze your skin then he bites down, you try to swallow the moan this time as it would be way too loud to let it out.

“Kats, I thought you want to take it slow?” You pant, your eyes dark from lust. Katsuki doesn’t stop kissing your neck; he licks the fresh wound he just made to soothe it.

“We will take it slow after this.” He mumbles and honestly, that’s all you wanted to hear; you pull him up by his hair and lick into his mouth ferociously, taking the lead back for a few minutes as the blonde moans into your mouth in a way it makes your lower parts tremble. You move your hand to the hem of his shirt, silently asking for permission to enter and he grants it happily; instead of letting your hands move under the shirt he takes it off in one swift move, moving closer, leaving you just enough space to let your hands wonder over his abs. You move to the hem of his sweat pants while you listen to his moans as your hands get closer and closer to his most sensitive part when the door opens abruptly; Kirishima stares at you two, hundreds of papers falling out of his hand as he stands frozen by the door.

“Bro.” Kirishima’s face is the same color as his hair and he clearly has no idea where to look; your hands are still halfway down the blonde’s pants while your other hand is hidden in Katsuki’s extremely messy hair, his nails still digging into your skin aggressively, making you want to hiss from the pain… or from being aroused, you are honestly not sure, probably the latter; your are both panting, already feeling spent even though you haven’t even touched each other properly, your lips puffed and red from all the kissing. The whole sight is obscene. Also, Katsuki is shirtless. And fuck, he looks so hot.

… well, probably you whimpering into the awkward silence while staring at your new boyfriends’s godly torso wasn’t the best idea. Oops.

Eijirou stares at you two for a few more seconds then sprints out of the door, paperwork forgotten.

“Learn to knock, you punk!” Katsuki screams after him and bursts into laughter; he hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few more small kisses while you both laugh like two maniacs.

“I can’t believe we’ve only just got together, yet we’re already in trouble.” You mumble, and that’s when the realization hits you; you are a couple now. You are in a relationship with Bakugou Katsuki. With the guy you “hated” for months. With the guy who stole your heart even in another dimension. With the guy who accepts you as you are and he loves you for it. Fuck.

“Tomorrow… we start again. We’ll be a normal couple and shit. I’m going home now.” Katsuki says but he doesn’t move; he mumbles all his words onto your neck and you want to beg him to stay, you want to beg him to ignore the awkwardness and continue… but you don’t.

“Kats, we will never be a normal couple.” You giggle, happy tears pooling in your eyes.

“I know.” He grins back, and seeing the blonde’s eyes smile for the first time makes your insides churn. He’s so fucking beautiful, goddamnit. “Now stop staring at me like that, it makes me feel weird.” Katsuki pushes you away, but not before leaving another kiss on your lips. He moves towards the door in quick steps, not even looking back at you, his face flushed and adorable.

I love you. - you think to yourself but you don’t say it out loud yet; telling your boyfriend of 15 minutes you love them would probably not earn you brownie points.

Thankfully, you have all the time in the word to tell him that in the future.

The End.

Need more? Click here for Season 2!

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See you in season 2!

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Potato ramble:

- Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s over 😭😭😭 I’ll miss their pining so much!

I would like to thank you guys for coming along with me on this journey, I had so much fun with this series and I absolutely adored every single one of your comments and hashtags! Thank you thank you thank you 🧡💚🧡💚

- There is so much more I want to tell you about this story, so as I said before, there will be a Season 2! Overall, the story will be about you two getting the hang of the whole relationship thing and about all the funny stories that comes with you two fumbling through the whole thing. If you would like to be added to the taglist for season 2, just send me a comment/ask/message! 💚 It will be suggestive + it will have a lot of comments about Katsuki’s tent in his pants (he will have a HARD time with taking it slow lol) so it’s gonna be 16+ at least but there will be no actual smut in it (only mentions.) Keep that in mind! I’m also more than happy to listen to your ideas and feedbacks about it!

- There will be a break before the story starts up again so I can start posting the Aizawa x Reader story I came up with! 1 week maximum of 2! I hope that’s okay!

- I love you guys and thank you again! 🧡 See you soon! 💚

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Taglist: @ibkg @chuugarettes @lilmaimai @nonomesupposedto @sozainturpal @luleck @notplutos @gold24fish @hanatsuki-hime

SEASON 2 TAGLIST: @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @sky179ler @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax

[thisbarbiereallylikesbirds]

Getting Ready to Go

A mini Custody AU fic

“I said one bag,” Splinter repeated, for what was probably the hundredth time.

Leo rolled his eyes, an expression more fit for a teenager than a six year old, but one that had become increasingly more common for him since the custody battle had ended. “How am I supposed to fit all of my stuff into one bag?”

“You’re not,” their dad said, unzipping one of Leo’s three bags and rifling through it. “Pack less.” He pulled out a dictionary and held it up to Leo, a baffled expression on his face.

“Hey, I don’t know what all Draxum even has at his house,” Leo said, holding up his hands in defense. “Maybe I’ll need it.”

“Let’s just stick to the necessities this time,” their dad said. “It’s only for the weekend, and we can send more for your next visit if needed.”

Leo stuck out his tongue, but grabbed his bags and started dragging them back to his room.

After sighing and running a hand over his face, Splinter turned to Raph. “Are you ready?”

Raph shrugged.

“Do you want to go over things again?”

Raph nodded.

Splinter laughed. “Draxum will pick you up after school today. So you’ll go with the other kids who get driven home instead of waiting for the bus. He’ll take you back to his apartment, you’ll eat there, sleep there, just for a couple of days, and then after school on Monday you’ll ride the bus home again.”

Raph chewed his lip, clearly not entirely pleased with the arrangement, but gave his dad another nod anyway.

“I’m excited,” Mikey said.

“So I’ve heard,” Splinter replied.

“I like Draxum,” Mikey said, nodding his head.

That makes one of us, Splinter thought. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be handing over his children to Draxum. But he couldn’t make that known. Mikey might start repeating what he had said, and that wouldn’t be a good look. Besides, he’d made his displeasure clear to Draxum already. That was all that really mattered.

A scream cut off Splinter before he could respond. It sounded like Donnie. No doubt his dear beloved twin was responsible for whatever had caused him such anguish. 

Splinter smiled. Draxum had no idea what he’d just signed himself up for.

[vikinglanguage]

Top ten Danish sayings according to me

My ten favourite Danish sayings/turns of phrase (in no particular order), just because I love language. I say all of these regularly. Enjoy!

goddag mand, økseskaft – hello man, axe handle

This one is used when someone answers a question you asked in a nonsensical way or just in general when someone has said something foolish or nonsensical. you can read about the origin in Danish here.

det kan ske, det kniver med gaflerne – it may spoon it knives with the forks / it happens that the forks are in short supply

Not used in any specific situation other than when someone says det kan ske 'it happens', because ske 'spoon' and ske 'happen' just so happen to be homonyms. Additionally kniv 'knife' and knibe 'be in short supply' are almost homophonous, especially if kniv was a verb.

fra folk og fulde børn skal man høre sandheden – from people and drunk children you will hear the truth

This is not actually the saying, it's supposed to be børn og fulde folk, but it's more fun like this. Originally, this refers to the fact that neither children, nor the drunk tend to think too hard before speaking, thus they tend to tell the truth.

det haster ikke mere end det jager – it's no more urgent than urgency

Excuse my creative liberties here, as both haste and jage mean 'be urgent'. It is more or less synonymous with "take it easy, no rush" – a sort of Danish hakuna matata.

To me, as someone from Western Jutland, jager should always be pronounced jawer ['ja.wʌ] in this saying.

stå med håret i postkassen – to have gotten one's hair stuck inside the mailbox

A metaphor for when you are in some sort of trouble or problematic situation where you feel like you have no power to change your unlucky situation. Often used when you are disappointed as a result of being cheated somehow.

det kan noget – it does something

My best approximation of an English version is "it's got a certain je ne sais quois", because that's literally what it means. It does something for you, specifically, but you're not entirely sure what exactly it is that it does – but it works!

man kan æggehvide, hvad man æggeskal – one egg whites what one eggshells | one cannot know what one should not do

Another pun, I am sorry for being your literal dad, I guess. Basically æggehvide 'egg white' sounds like ikke vide 'not know' and æggeskal 'eggshell' sounds like ikke skal 'should not'

ikke nå nogen/noget til sokkeholderne – not being able to reach someone/something's garters

When someone/-thing is not nearly as good as someone/-thing else. You know, it barely reaches above their knee!

hvor der handles, der spildes – where stuff gets done, stuff gets lost

Exactly what it says on the tin. Its English cousin is "you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs".

fanden og hans pumpestok – the Devil and his pump stick

Yes, this is as vulgar as it sounds. This one is used last in lists of things that are excessive, e.g, vi skulle støvsuge, slå græs, fjerne spindelvæv, dampe gulvtæppet og Fanden og hans pumpestok 'we had to vacuum, mow the lawn, remove cobwebs, steam the carpet and God knows what else'.

Honourable mention for this one that I learnt while looking stuff up in the dictionary:

[ID: A screenshot from Danish online dictionary ordnet.dk of the entry for the saying 'anbringe bagdelen i klaskehøjde'. It explains the saying and additionally recommends the entries for smæk and øretævernes holdeplads. End ID]

Translation:

to place one's backside (ass, bum) in smacking height.

TRANSFERRED MEANING cause oneself to end up in a situation where one might very easily be exposed to criticism and negative reactions from one's surroundings – e.g., by speaking openly about a certain case USE informal

SEE ALSO spanking | the whoopings' parking space

[soracities]

Me and my gf of 4 years broke up recently and the last few months, as things got worse, I was writing really well. You know that Siken tweet about the vocabulary of loss being the dictionary? But now that we've finally broken up I cant write anything.

I've always used writing to process things - I need to write stuff, to sound it out, to see if thats how I feel. I don't know what's going on. I assume I'm just not feeling my feelings but I don't know how to do it.

I'm sure I'll be fine, this is not an SOS, but do you have any tips? It feels like Im stuck and its frustrating.

Love ur blog and your kind words, stay safe, have fun, X

I'm really, really sorry about your breakup anon, and I'm sorry too that you're going through such a frustrating an difficult time in the wake of it all. Someone asked about writer's block a while back which I answered here, though I don't know how much of it will help in this particular situation.

I think it's interesting that you make a distinction between processing your feelings and actually feeling them--why are they different? do you think you're removed from your feelings when you're writing to process them? And if so, is writing in order to process something actually putting you in touch with the real, raw emotion or simply breaking it down without fully acknowledging and being present with those feelings?

I ask because I'm also someone who needs to write and sound my feelings out sometimes, but I've found I'm also someone who runs a deep risk of intellectualising my feelings when I do write about them--writing, even when processing, happens at a distance for me and in some ways I've found it's more an escape than a confrontation; my feelings, when I write about them (and I rarely do it because of this, and other reasons), turn into a narrative that circumvents the simple acknowledgement of "x happened. I feel y," and moving on. I'm not saying that this is you, but as someone who often has difficulty feeling my feelings, even through personal writing, it may be worth asking if your writing, much as it helps you process, might also be a way of avoiding a necessary confrontation with your emotions and just sitting with them, before writing about them. As I said, feeling my feelings is something I struggle with, but a dear friend shared this chart which has done wonders for me, so maybe it can help you, too (I hope)

I think it's also important to acknowledge that 4 years is a long, long time to be with someone and then no longer be with them. And if things, as you said, were particularly bad in the past few months before it happened, it could simply be that you, your mind, needs a period of stillness and recovery to full come to terms with what has happened. You have to let the reality of it all settle in, and maybe you cannot write as you used to right now because that settling hasn't fully happened yet; some things don't need to be analysed in the moment--they simply need an acknowledgement and that alone is enough to give some breathing space. I don't know if any of this will help you, anon, but I sincerely hope you can take something from it. I hope in time you are able to come back to yourself in the healthiest way for you 💗

[mofffun]

King-Ohger Character Song memo

link to streaming

Gira - Kind King

oooh rock! something Taisei himself likes? (Masashi mentioned they quickly became friends because they have football and rock bands in common)

the opening electric tunes is a consistent Dug motif

His voice is SO cute and the mismatch with the instrumetns XD

I like 'i gotta we gotta' part. catchy kinda slogan-y like self pep talk

Gira will stand up to unjustice and do it himself, but with the bonds with his friends too 😭😭

the longer I listen to it the less it sounds like Taisei?? and closer to sports anime freshman protag. I look forward to listening its live version.

Overall the song is very motivating and cheerful, let's just say it does sound like something Gira could write himself.

there's no beating INFERNO, but the lyrics is direct and cute, very fitting for Gira's character.

You get the chara song is how the character wants to express themselves and the image song is who they are from an outside perspective.

Yanma - Teppen Online

hmmm I'm surprised by the chorus? (+ve)

musically I don't find much surprise with this one but I like the chorus. Try & Fight and I'm still alive were just too impactful.

no wait it sounds like the most we learn about Prez?

In the lyrics he said, "some things don't need to be said (out loud)" and yeah, he's a bit shy in expressing affection huh? Or say, he believes in action more than words and he's the traditional manly type that's like, "hing1 dai6, sum ziu3 lah"

Himeno - Golden Garden

the "I wish" song in musicals

That's Erica's voice???

'K I can see the second verse as Hime singing to Rita.

ah no bridge (I think none of them have bridge? :(

A very beautiful song. Gives me a 2000s shojo amime ED vibe.

Rita - Moffun's Song

Yeah no, I don't like Rita's stuck being a Moffun fan in their character song. Can't say I'm more impressed by the full version as a Yuzuki fan either

The short version impressed me by showing Yuzuki's range in just under a minute. The high note is moved to the very end of the song from verse 2

Some rationalize it as Rita themself choosing to use this version to represent themself and I can see the reasoning behind Rita's caring interior should've be apparent by now and you have the contrast with Ignorantia but UGH I want the Chief Justice actually singing about their struggle and duty and YOU KNOW MAYBE TOUCH ON THEIR CONNECTION WITH GOKKAN????? IN HIRAKAWA'S LOW IKEMEN VOICE???

On the other hand did we ever get an explanation of why Rita likes Moffun in the first place? We know it's not some tragic backstory and honestly, they could've like it simply because it's cute. And yes, I can infer why someone like Rita would like something like Moffun but hnnnnn it's not canon

but another contradiction I'm facing is actually I was glad to see an adult character who's not afraid of showing their otaku passionate side, but Rita's not fully committed to that...

Kaguragi - 仰天珍道中

hohoho I so look forward to Kaku-san's singing.

oh my god that's really good???

i can see him on a showa TV show in a white suit

this is gonna be a brainworm

it's much faster than I expected too.

there's lore in this lyrics… (looks up japanese dictionary)

Jeramie - 線上のTrickster

Masashi's in the "singing voice close to speaking voice" group.

Jeramie, you're not beating the Noel allegations

has some early 2000s J-rock vibes I guess?

It's not a bad song ay any rate but again (like the perfume) doesn't feel very Jeramie to me?? Maybe I've been paying too little attention to him my interpretation deviation from official's for the second time?

(I like The Prophet better but maybe this will warm up to me)

[hutchersonsgurl]

The day I say I do Mike schmidt part 2

Paring x female reader with Mike Schmidt

Ps listen to the song while you read this to get into the mindset

No edits yet

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You are walking down the aisle with your dad this is the happiest you've ever felt Abby is walking just a few steps ahead of you she is the flower girl

You lift your head and you see your future husband is only a few inches away

Mike walks towards you and offers his hand you take his hand with a smile on your face

You stand in front of each with love in your eyes

"We are gathered here today to join Yn and Mike in holy matrimony. " the pastor says "Now I believe the bride and groom made vows they'd like to read to each other" the pastor continues

Mike pulls out his paper and looks at for a minute but then he puts it back in his jacket pocket

" I don't need to read off a piece of paper to tell you how much I love you. Yn you have brought so much happiness and love not only in my life but Abby's as well I love the way you scrunch your nose when your mad at me for stealing your French Fries at a restaurant I love how caring and loving you are to abby and I each everyday I didn't really think it would be possible for a guy like me to find love but you came into my life and proved me wrong I love you so much yn I promise to love and cherish you and annoy you as much as possible till we die old together I Mike promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us part. " mike says sliding the ring on your finger

You can't help but have a tear in your eye you loved this man so much there wasn't enough words in the dictionary to say it all.

" Wow, that's a tough act to follow you say wiping a tear from your eye when I first met you I was babysitting Abby while you were at work and what can I say she stole my heart you say giving Abby a wink and turning back to mike Mike I love how much of yourself you give to me and Abby even when your tired from work you still push sleep aside just to spend time with us I love how protective you are I know that you'd go to war for Abby and I and we'd do the same for you I love waking up to the sound of your voice each day I love the morning cuddles I love the eye rolls you give us when Abby and I pick on you you truly are on my mind from the moment I fall asleep to the moment when I awake. I never had a doubt that this is the love I feel for you and to be honest, nothing has felt so right you are truly are my best friend and my whole world the best part of my day is falling asleep in your arms. Mike you forever and always have your name on my heart I yn  promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us." You say sliding Mike's ring on his finger nothing felt more special than in that moment you and Mike both say I do

Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony. In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride

"Don't mind if I do "mike says as his mouth crashed into yours

We're finally married you say kissing mike back

"Now your stuck with me Mike Schmidt " you say with a smile

"Wouldn't have it any other way Mrs. Schmidt

Abby runs up and hugs you both

"I'm so happy that we are a family now," Abby says with a smile

"We've always been a family" you say you hugged Abby and Mike joined in

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Ngl I had a lot of fun writing this let me know if you want a series of this or another part

[albertfinch]

QUENCHING THE PHILISTINE SPIRIT

"And Goliath cursed David by his gods.  The Philistine also said to David, "Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the sky and the beasts of the field." - 1 Samuel 17:43,44

Goliath first used fiery darts against David (his words of negativity), believing that the negativity alone would cause David to cower down! Yes, Goliath's negative words were meant to be a "first-blow" against David to weaken him so that Goliath could move in quickly for the kill!

For us today, a Philistine spirit might sound like this:

You're too young (old) to be used of God.

You haven't attended Bible college, so you're unqualified to lay hands on the sick and see them healed.

You're not a good speaker.

Your family was poor. How can you ever consider yourself blessed of God?

You are not attractive, you're fat (skinny), or too short (tall).

You are weak. Just take a good look at yourself. Is there anything about you of which you can really be proud?

You failed. You sinned. God will never use you. God has abandoned you.

Shame on you!

KNOWING AND UNDERSTANDING OUR IDENTITY IN CHRIST

Did you notice that this spirit targets our significance?   In other words, it targets our identity as a Christian: a blood-bought Believer, a child of the King, a son or daughter of God.

Satan desires for each of us to get stuck in cycles of feeling "insignificant." The dictionary describes insignificance as being unimportant and having no purpose in life However, when we don't know our full identity in Christ, we remain in a continual search for significance. This is exactly what Goliath attempted to do with David...infiltrate his belief system concerning his identity and his relationship with God!

This search will remain on our wilderness wandering map unless we begin to rebuke the words (fiery darts and arrows) and begin to agree with what God says about us.

WE MUST POSSESS OUR PROMISED LAND

You are already victorious because of the Cross. Still, we must possess our Promised Land through AFFIRMING and MEDITATING the scriptures in the epistles of Paul that have to do with our Christ identity as born-again believers.  Jesus paid the price for it – let's believe it and enter into it!

IT'S TIME FOR BREAKTHROUGH

Our true identity has been on the line –do you understand your authority and dominion as a blood bought believer? What do you believe about God and your authority and dominion in Christ? The truth must become established for breakthrough to occur. The fiery darts (Ephesians 6:16) are targeting our identity. The identity thief has a plan – to steal, kill, and destroy your future.

Let's exalt the Lord and declare His identity as "The Breaker"! Yes, He is the Breaker – the one who breaks forth on our behalf (see Micah 2:13). God is breaking forth for us. Jesus broke forth and gave us life by the shedding of His precious Blood. It's time for faith to arise once more. Raise up your shield of faith today! Lift up the name of Jesus – your shield, as you commence to bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom!

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[fierceawakening]

Lesson 3: So How Do I Verbs (And Sometimes Nouns), Then?

Hello students!

Today I'm going to (finally) explain to you how to conjugate verbs (and how to make nouns possessive; they work the same way) in Phyrexian.

Along the way I'll teach you useful stuff like how to make nouns plural.

Once again, this is an example of how Phyrexian works very differently than English does.

Look at this Phyrexian word, solm. It means smack or hit:

solm

Or, in some dictionaries, you'll see the same word, but with a blank spot between the last two consonants, like

sol_m

Don't worry about the blank just yet. Just know that eventually Some Stuff Goes In There, and that solm and sol_m are the same word, for now.

You change words in Phyrexian by doing things to their vowels. Think of it this way:

Phyrexians don't like vowels. They sound all fleshy. The consonants are clicky and sharp and sometimes straight up metallic, so they can stay. But the vowels? We do weird things to those because EW VOWELS BLEH.

(Yes, this is canon. Phyrexia, please get some therapy. You're both metallic and organic and that's perfectly fine. Stop hating yourselves please.)

Most words in Phyrexian can be nouns or verbs, depending on where you put them in your sentence. (Remember: if it's at the end of a sentence, it's almost certainly a verb.)

So this is also a word I could use for the noun, a hit or a blow or a slap or the like. But suppose I want to say "hits/blows" rather than specifically one hit or blow.

I make nouns plural by doubling the first vowel. This gives me:

soolm

Punches!

If you see a word in Phyrexian that's in the subject or object position and it has a doubled vowel like this, oo or aa or ɒɒ or what have you, you're almost certainly dealing with a plural noun.

But that's less fun than throwing the punches, right? So how do we say "I punch you" or "She punches them" or the like?

That's what our magic underscore is for! We add in a vowel between the last two consonants to tell us who is hitting who.

This is technically called a relational infix. (Relational because it expresses the Relationship between subject and object and Infix like Prefix or Suffix but it goes In the word.)

I think they're called this because a "conjugation" implies verbs only, and these are used for other things too. But if you want to call them conjugations I promise I won't tell.

Here are all the relational infixes, from the chart I posted last night:

What the heck is all this?

Well, I'll tell you.

The horizontal axis tells you who you start from (who's the subject of the sentence, generally), and the vertical tells you who you're pointing toward.

So if I'm trying to say "I hit you," I look at the horizontal axis and find 1st person (I or we), and then search vertically for 2nd person. That square reads "a" (with something funny in parentheses. That doesn't apply here which is why I picked this verb. I will get to that, but for now you can just think about which vowel goes where.)

Therefore I-hit-you is

solam

If I'm doing this right now, I need my mood marker to make it a full sentence. So I grab my xe from lesson 2 and my beginning and ending punctuation and of course my cool looking spacebar because Phyrexians are extra and it's great and

^xe-solam.

Declaration: I-hit-you.

I hit you.

This is a weird system if you're used to English (or, like, literally any other language I know.) But the cool thing about it is that you can ALSO use this schema for sentences that you have to get a little weirder with in English:

^xe-solom.

Declaration: I-hit-me.

I hit myself.

What the heck is a "myself?" How do you decide when you say myself or me or I? Phyrexia don't care. If I verb toward me that means I-verb-to-I and there you go.

This is also useful because you can also use I-toward-I, you-toward-you, them-toward-them to indicate possession. My compleation. My minions. My vegemite sandwich. Whatever. It's gonna have an o in it, and that o is going to be stuck between the last two consonants. I am told this is cozy.

But there are a couple of weird things, of course, before you go forth and speak or type Weird Cyborg at people.

One is first person. In English we have two ways to talk about this. "I," meaning the speaker as a particular individual, and "we," meaning the speaker AND a group the speaker is part of.

Phyrexians are a Borg expy. There is no difference in Phyrexian between I and we (or you and y'all, or him and them.) The reader/listener gathers it from context.

I believe that when it's important to indicate that you mean yourself, for example if you're trying to express "I'm going to leave the group and go after our enemy, while you stay here" you would name yourself. Like:

Declarative: I/we Fierceawakening I-go-[to-]them.

This is headcanon at the moment but it's educated guess headcanon.

Another confusing one is "fourth person." As English speakers, we are used to first person (I/we), second person (you), and third person (he/she/it/they). Phyrexia, what is this?

Most honest answer is I don't know for sure. This one trips me up something AWFUL.

What it's described as being used for is the generic, like "One must do such and such." Hence "one" in the chart above.

In practice, it seems like it's often used not just in that way but also for phrases like

"son of Yawgmoth"

In English, this would be 3rd>3rd, because both the son and Yawgmoth are neither me nor you and so would be "him." But in Phyrexian, 3>3 would sound like you mean "he is his own son," so... no, can't do that. You need another person, so that "he" the son and "he" the Father of Machines (and of This Guy) are differentiated.

But is it 3rd to 4th or 4th to 3rd? And why?

Again: I honestly don't know. This is not how any other language I speak works.

But most examples of this we have in sources are 4>3, or y.

So I'm going to cautiously advise 4>3 until I see more examples of 3>4 and can reason out the difference and give you an actual explanation of what the hell is going on.

So now: those weird parentheses.

These mean that in certain situations you change something else about the word along with adding your infix.

The two ways of changing words are:

Clanking: If you see a ' in parentheses after or before your infix, it means that (if the consonant isn't already clanked) you look up whether the consonant indicated has a clanked version, and if it does, you use that.

so a(') (3>1, they verb me/us) means that you add an a, and then if the ending consonant isn't clanked, you look up whether it has a clanked version and clank it if it does. Since there is no clanked m, solam could be they-hit-me OR I-hit-you.

Similarly, (')a (1>3, I/we verb them) means you find where you put your a, then look at the consonant before it and clank it, if it isn't already and there's a clanked version of that consonant. Since there is no clanked l, solam can ALSO be I/we-hit-them.

I imagine that for verbs like this that don't have clankable consonants, surrounding context is important.

Vowel Harmony: For words with some vowels (a, e, and i, but not others), when you add certain infixes, you also change the initial vowel.

This is shown by an ɒ (the first letter on the chart above) in parentheses before the infix vowel. So say I had this verb:

'at_n, "greet/acknowledge"

and I want to say "I greet you," as I did in "Hello, students!" above.

I look at my chart for 1>2, and I see that my infix is "a." Easy enough!

But I can't just say "atan," as I see my ɒ indicating that I have to harmonize my vowels. So I look at my chart and see "a becomes ɒ," the first one, and therefore I

'ɒtan, "I-greet-you."

...change the initial vowel and add my infix.

From what we're told this by itself can be said like we say hello, without a mood marker. But to formally make it a sentence since we're in class:

^xe-'ɒtan.

Declaration: I greet you.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Virginity

Only mild suggestive content for this <3

As every month, it has been an honour and a joy!

Prompt: Virginity -First Kiss

Pairing: Turgon x Finrod

Words: 1100

Warnings: Virginity, Seduction, work relationship, questionable power dynamics

Finrod was about to call it a night. He’d taken his coat and had dutifully tidied his desk to leave everything spick and span for the long weekend ahead—thus padding along the old, horrifyingly tiled hallway leisurely, he suddenly caught a sliver of light cutting across the worn floor like a blade.

For a moment, he hesitated.

After having squandered most of his youth with wonderfully enjoyable and entirely unregretted frivolities, he’d grudgingly accepted a post as a teaching assistant at the local university to placate his worried family.

Initially, Finrod had not intended to stay here long, but the surprisingly young and sinfully handsome professor he’d been assigned to had inadvertently convinced him to linger in this wholly inappropriate career for longer than he’d ever stayed in a previous job.

Pressing his lips together, he knocked on the door. Probably, he thought, Turgon had merely forgotten to turn off the lights—stupidly hoping and dreaming that he’d find himself alone with his bewitching superior on the deserted campus, as he well knew, would only lead to bitter regrets that might well ruin his enjoyment of the long drive ahead of him.

When his eyes hit the figure, bent intently over a stack of papers, Finrod suppressed a tremulous sigh.

Of course, someone as diligent as Turgon would never leave the light in his tiny, orderly office burning or omit to lock the door.

Finrod’s overactive imagination bolted, flooding his head with deliciously devious visions of utter depravity at once.

He cleared his throat awkwardly—he knew that he shouldn’t, by rights, even be here, disturbing Turgon in his late-night musings, but the idea of being caught gawking at the other man was more mortifying than to announce his trespassing brazenly.

“Oh? I thought you’d left already,” Turgon gasped when he lifted his slightly blurry gaze and tried to get his eyes to focus on the golden apparition of youthful beauty standing in front of him. “Is there a problem? Is the gate stuck again?”

“No, I…I didn’t make it outside yet,” Finrod admitted. “I saw light in your study, and I wanted to check whether…”

He didn’t quite know how to finish that sentence.

“Indeed,” Turgon said with a discreet cough after a moment of prolonged silence. “I thought you had plans for the long weekend?”

“Don’t you?” Finrod burst out, letting his eyes sweep through the room before settling his sparkling gaze on the stern, statuesque visage of the enigma that occupied and tormented his thoughts more often than he cared to admit.

“No,” Turgon admitted. “My family does not have a summerhouse by the sea.”

Something—presumably the thing that had driven him halfway across the world and from one adventure to the next—reared its reckless head deep within Finrod’s soul.

“You’re very welcome to join me! You work too much, you know? Some strong cocktails and sweet kisses by the ocean would do you good.”

“Kisses?” Turgon asked sharply.

Under the merciless glare of the overhead fixture, it was cruelly evident that his face had heated up with either anger or embarrassment.

Sliding closer, Finrod grinned charmingly. “Yeah, kisses. You know what they are, right? Otherwise, I spot a dictionary just over yonder—I can fetch it for you.”

“In theory, I’m familiar with the concept,” Turgon replied tersely, drawing up his shoulders defensively.

“I have a sister, brothers, and some of my cousins might join us,” Finrod smirked. “And—if that’s not too forward an offer—there’s also always me.”

Again, Turgon coughed. The sound betrayed definite nervousness now, which only emboldened Finrod further.

By now, he’d managed to wedge himself between Turgon and the blasted documents he kept perusing blindly as if to anchor himself.

This extraordinary feat of flexibility and grace had been achieved by purposefully throwing one long leg over the chair, to which the other seemed rooted, while pushing aside the paperwork with his perky behind.

“Have you really never kissed anyone?” he purred into Turgon’s ever so slightly pink ear.

“Maybe nobody’s ever bothered kissing me,” the captive professor murmured defiantly.

“Highly unlikely. Nevertheless, that can be changed. Would that please you? After all, your wish is my command, boss.”

Turgon’s head snapped up sharply, and he immediately lost himself in the sea-green depths of Finrod’s gleaming eyes—he found that he longed to take his mouthy assistant by his word and accompany him to the seaside to drown in that cool, sparkling colour.

“I’m waiting,” Finrod hummed gently.

“Very well, there’s a first time for everything, I guess,” Turgon said, realising too late that he was babbling—an undignified habit he thoroughly despised—and closing his mouth just in time to feel warm, soft lips brush playfully against his tingling skin.

Finrod, he learned, smelled like summer and sun, and his lips bore the faint taste of the disgustingly sticky candies he ate all day long.

Bracing his feet against the carpeted floor and surging up, Turgon dove into that careful kiss with all the unleashed, uncontrollable hunger of a man who’d been denied such a bounty for too long.

“Come with me,” Finrod pleaded, toppling off the desk and into Turgon’s lap with a muted moan. He would not have cared if they’d fallen over, because even the idea of cracking open his skull against the old, rusty radiator was a risk he’d have taken if it meant that he’d get closer to that tall, firm body he’d thus far only ever touched in his most outrageous, unprofessional dreams.

“I don’t know about these things,” Turgon whimpered as he felt Finrod’s daring hand slip between their bodies to trace the bulge of his growing arousal teasingly. “I’ve never…”

“You’ve been so good to me,” Finrod interrupted, punctuating every word with another nipping kiss. “You’ve taught me the ropes of this job. Let me pay you back—I’ll be your teacher this time.”

The incredulous expression on the other’s face made him guffaw aloud.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be more patient and upbeat than you’ve been. Please, dear Turno, say you’ll try. For me. With me!”

Mirroring Finrod’s ministrations of literal prestidigitation, Turgon bit his lip when his fingers found his teaching assistant fully engorged and straining against the smooth fabric of his light-grey trousers.

He was not only welcome—he was wanted.

Stronger minds and souls than he had succumbed to the siren call of unequivocal, unabashed desire, Turgon knew, and so he felt blameless as he ultimately nodded slowly.

“Is this your letter of resignation?” he asked, regret and anticipation warring within his heaving chest.

“Yes.”

-> Masterlist

@tolkienpinupcalendar Here's another one from me <3

@fellowshipofthefics let's finish with a cute one: First Kiss.

[crplpunkklavier]

I'm rereading Exorcism (now that its finished! yahoo) and I love Kitty Poes sm shes such an interesting characterrr would you wanna tell me about your process for developing her? ig I couldve DMed you but I myself love a chance to rant publicly so here you go lmao. I am unfortunately only on chapter 14 (though I got further than that last time) so if you wanna be spoilery just give me a warning and I'll read it later >:3c

kitty my best friend kitty

i think i can go over this without any spoilers past chapter 14! you have already seen her big arc and i am sooo happy people liked her <333

so! i've never mentioned this to anyone before, but kitty is a bit of a riff off of one of my oldest OCs. when i was about 18, i was big into katekyo hitman reborn, mostly because i was even bigger into organized crime as a general topic. catalena foggia was the youngest of four, and after a rival family took out her parents and all three of her older brothers (you know, the sort of backstory you give people as a teenager) she very grimly stepped up to the throne.

now whenever i need a female character with a "hello, i Run This Place" air about her, my mind goes to catalena, who of course was called cat by all her friends.

and i knew that i wanted a character like that as klavier's manager. generally, whenever i get to make OCs for my aa fics, i try to make most of them women if they aren't already implied to be men by canon like the rest of the gavinners, since aa refuses to have adult female characters that don't die. the gavinners started out as a bunch of teenage guys, the music industry is tough as nails, LA is horrible..... nobody but cat could've done it, man.

the whole dutch connection sort of happened on the fly. i knew i didn't want to call her catalena foggia, even if nobody but, like, the two irl friends i still have who knew me at 18 lol, knew of that oc. it was still important to me to differentiate, because this wasn't cat, this was a new oc who was very similar to and inspired by her. i remembered that kitty is a valid first name, so i went for that, because i like to think i'm funny. :^)

once you reach the end of exorcism, you'll find a little gdoc with bonus content i left in the end notes there, which among other things contains explanations for all the pun names i've used in the fic. including kitty's, but i'll reiterate here: the reason i stuck with a cat theme was that klavier gavin, in my mind, is absolutely a golden retriever, so i wanted to give him a manager/babysitter who is a cat. a big cat. kitty is short in stature, but i mention her lion's mane of hair often enough in the text, so, u know.

that's also part of what i wanted her to be. yeah, she had to be tough simply for the industry and for the fact that she was managing teenagers for a while, but i also knew that i wanted to give klavier friends, and people in his life who really care about him, and will stick with him through all this. kitty is lawfully loyal: if she doesn't agree with something, she has no trouble walking out, but once she actually takes to someone like she took to klavier, she will be fiercely protective. i never mentioned her age, but i imagined her in exorcism to be somewhere in her mid to late 40s. she's seasoned, she's experienced, she's capable - she's what klavier deserves!!! that's what i wanted. kristoph and daryan are so painfully incompetent, when it comes down to it. klavier needs people in his life who know what they're doing.

so, i wanted a big little lion lady for my dog boy. i sort of just clicked through my various dictionaries for a while looking up different cat terms in different languages to see if any of them sounded enough like a last name, and that's how i landed on poes. only after that did i decide to make the dutch conundrum A Thing.

thank you for asking about her <33333 enjoy the rest of the fic, feel free to keep me posted about ur reading experience too :3c