#im just kind of bummed. sort of angry

[mikmaqs]

becoming an adult soon and feeling weird about it

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HELLO! LOVED THE ITTO SCENARIO ITS 1AM I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME BEING A GAY ASS TROGLODYTE BY SENDING IN A SECOND REQUEST

Anyway, Hi! I hope you're doing well! i just rolled for xiao again today and instead i got a Yunjin which makes her C3 now ack. i just want an anemo character pls. m kinda bummed out but the plus side is, i get ideas when im frustrated.

may you write for kaeya x male reader fluff?

Reader is a powerful knight of favonius who has a pyro vision but isn't really taken seriously cause he's kinda air headed and skittish? like he will absolutely one tap all the hilichurls but he's kinda floating in the clouds when doing normal things.

The reader is often goes in expeditions cause he has a tendency to set things on fire when feeling strong emotions. he gets frustrated? arm on fire. he's excited? oh no, hair on fire.

Enter Kaeya.

Since he's a suave mf, he regularly flusters the reader and reader just goes. "AH! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE!" just begging for dear life while Kaeya barely complements him and the next thing they know, the table is on fire.

Hope this ain't too long and hope you're doing good! :DD

☆ I'm really sorry for the delay, I loved the request and I hope that you like it and that, by this time, you had already got your anemo beloved !! ☆

Kaeya x Male Pyro Knight of Favonius Reader

-> Summary: Male Reader, scenario in divided parts

-> Triggers: Mentions of fire

-> Warning: Don't tag this as yaoi!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

-> Everyone loves the pyro knight !!

• Everyone in Mondstad knows about the friendly knight of Favounius with the friendly face and the flaming eyes who is always willing to help

• And among the Knights of Favounius, everyone knows about the strong man that carries a pyro vision but also probably not more than five neurons

• Don't misunderstand me, they love and admire you! It's just that master Jean prefers giving you missions more... in the field

-> Not quite on the sharp side

• You are a brilliant knight and your pyro techniques are really something, allowing you to rarely take more than 1 hour on your missions. But, when speaking about finding lost pets, carrying packages or attending to meetings, you are quite a disaster

• When you first started serving the Knights of Favounius and doing these kind of quests you would often forget them and end up doing something completely different. Also, when attending to meetings, you would daydream and dissociate most of the time, unable to pay attention.

-> Well, maybe ice can start a fire

• It is also know that when you first entered the Knights of Favounius, the fire rate in the headquarters increased suddenly. And looks like you seemed to always manage to be there when it happened though they didn't notice that most of times Kaeya was also with you

• At first, the Knights thought you were doing it on purpose and even a rumor about you being a Fatui started to run, but all of their suspicions vanished the day you attended a meeting and turned into a fire ball as soon as Kaeya praised your job

• "A truly splendid job, y/n. Who could known that besides being a so handsome man you could also hold so much power", he praised while a smug smile painted his lips, but you began shouting as soon as you felt the heat inside you grew. "NO! NOT AGAIN!"

• It was a very romantic moment indeed, if it weren't for the other 10 people in the room that glared at you and the fact that all of your skin released 5-feets flames that ended up burning the main table.

-> The Cavalry Captain right eye hand

• However! Your kind eyes and determination made their way into Jean's heart who, over time, kept acknowledging your achievements and kept promoting your position.

• Eventually, you reached a position that allowed you to receive direct orders from Kaeya

• This meant that when you woke up and went to work you could either fight some angry hilichurls or having to spend all your day in sorting alphabetically the library

• You turned out being more something like Kaeya's personal attendant. Not that you would mind though, not when sometimes you could do things like serving him a cup of coffee and chat with him for a bit

• You two started growing more and more close, until the expected confessions arrived and the news about the Cavalry Captain's boyfriend went viral in Mondstad like wildfire.

-> A warm couple

• On the private side, Kaeya enjoys teasing you and try your resistance by flirting with you. Soft caresses on your arms, ghost kisses on your neck that light up your hair ends and eyelids on orange flames, and sweet praises and compliments that create flames on your arms.

• He prays to every archon that you never get used to it

• To your dismay, he also enjoys doing it in public. He sometimes calls you to his office only for him to state: "Oh, don't worry, I am just checking how my handsome man is doing today. You look breathtaking today, dear."

• Thankfully, Jean is aware of Kaeya's plans and has already retired every carpet in the Captain's office and is now waiting outside with a bucket of cold water

Needless to say that, by strict orders from master Jean, you have absolutely forbidden to play or even interact with Klee

[goldengoddess]

i worry about you - kaz brekker

request: ok what about kaz sending inej to check up on his s/o every night and then his s/o catches inej one day and confronts kaz about it and he basically admits he gets worried about them and needs to know they’re okay before he lets himself fall asleep

a/n: this was kind of cute and very in character for kaz so i love it <3

warnings: none i think 

at first you hadn’t noticed it. you hadn’t really picked up on the fact that every other night inej would walk you to your room at the slat or that she would knock on your door for something random like, ‘oh what time are we getting up tomorrow morning’. inej’s sudden interest in your nightly routine and nightly where abouts hadn’t made you suspicious, the two of you were good friends after all.

but then, on the nights that inej didn’t stop by your room, you felt like you were being watched. you would pace around your room, open and close the door after checking if someone was standing outside, and you’d make sure the blinds of your windows where closed every night.

then one night, you caught her. maybe she was being clumsy that night or maybe you had been so paranoid recently that you were able to notice the Wraith’s movements.

“inej come out of the shadows please” you had sternly said, your arms firmly crossed across your chest.

you heard a small sigh and then suddenly inej materialized from the shadows. she wore a sheepish grin like a child who was caught taking candy after dinner.

“hey y/n what are you doing here” she lightly joked.

you almost let yourself smile, this girl. but you kept your fake stern face on, “inej, what are you doing in my room? it’s almost midnight and i saw you like an hour ago.”

she let out another sigh. she thought for a moment. and the spoke, “look i was just checking in on you. you seemed sort of down at dinner and i wanted to make sure everything was okay, honestly.”

you had let yourself smile at her then. it was so sweet that she had noticed.

really, you had been bummed out all night because kaz seemed to be in and even worse mood than usual and his moods always affected yours.

“i’m okay inej, just an odd night. i appreciate the fact that you checked in, but for future reference, i’m perfectly okay if you decide to use my door like a normal person”

she grinned while walking backwards to your window, “you know that’s not my style y/n.” and then she flipped out the window like the spider she was.

but that wasn’t inej’s last visit. and she didn’t use the door like you’d told her too. now that you knew to look out for her, it was easier to notice when she slipped into your room and then slipped out.

she’d stay for a couple of seconds and then leave. in and out like a ghost, leaving no trail of her being there. but now that you’d seen her you couldn’t un see her. and this wasn’t some friendly check in, you weren’t sad or in a bad mood every night. and she came into your room every night.

after about two weeks of this weird unexplainable routine of inej’s, you decided to say something.

you were sitting on your bed reading when you let out an exasperated sigh and closed the book. you blew some hair away from your face before saying, “saints inej please come out.”

you got deja vu as she walked out of the darkness. “you heard me again?” she said to you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

you shook your head, “i’ve been able to tell every time you’re in here since the last time i caught you. don’t forget you’re not the only spy here Wraith.”

she stayed silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“tell me why you’re here. why you sneak into my room every night” you said.

she took a seat on your bed next to you. “i’m checking in on you” is all she gave you.

you threw your hands up in frustration, “why inej. you know i’m fine why do you feel the need to check in all of a sudden. are you okay?”

she laughed at your concern, leaning her head on your shoulder. “im checking in because kaz told me to check in on you.”

you pushed her off of you in shock, “kaz brekker? the kaz that we’re both friends with ? both work with?”

she nodded her head, “the one and only.”

you shook your head in disbelief, “why would kaz ask you to do that?”

she shrugged and pushed herself off the bed, shuffling towards the window. “i’m not sure. he told me to do is a few months ago and-”

“months?!” you interject.

“-and he takes it very seriously. i always have to go upstairs and tell him everything is okay.”

you were confused to say the least, you didn’t understand why kaz would ask inej to check on you every night. so you stayed silent. inej took that as her cue to leave, slipping out the window the same way she had weeks before.

you waited a few minutes. you mulled over your thoughts and memories, looking for any reason that kaz might need to know your location at night. had you done something wrong ? did he suspect you were betraying him? you felt a little hurt at the thought. you and kaz were close, closer than he was with the rest of the crows. he should know that you would never leave the dregs, they had saved your life. kaz had saved your life.

you shook your head and walked out of your room. why not just ask? it couldn’t hurt right? kaz may never give a straight answer in his life but maybe he would tell inej to back off.

by the time you made it to his door you were slightly angry, possibly annoyed. what right did kaz have to spy on you using one of your own friends. was there no such thing as privacy ?

you knocked on the door and waited for kaz’s ‘come in’ to step into his room/office.

he was sitting at his desk, hunched over a couple of accounting books from the crow club. you knew him well enough to know he was double checking every transaction to make sure there were no mistakes.

he looked up and pushed the papers away from him when he realized it was you. “oh y/n, it’s you.”

you huffed and walked over to him, standing in front of his desk. “yeah it’s me. i need to talk to you about something.”

he leaned back in his chair, motioning with his arms for you to go on.

you took a deep breath, “why have you asked inej to check on me every night?”

his eyes went wide slightly, and he sat up straight in his chair. all of his relaxed energy gone.

you went on, “because frankly it’s disrespectful. i don’t do anything that would make you suspicious of me. you know i would never leave or betray the dregs. so why do you ask my friend of all people to check on my location at night time kaz this is an invasion of my space and i can’t-”

“that is not why inej checks in on you” he interrupts.

you placed your hands on your hips. “okay so tell me brekker, why do you need inej to check in on me?”

he ran a hand through his hair. it kind of seemed like he was having an internal battle with himself.

“because i worry about you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. “what?”

he was staring at his gloved hands, anywhere but you. “i worry about you. i want to make sure you get home okay or that you’re relaxed. i don’t make her check because i think you’re out working with another gang. i ask her to check to make sure you’re safe. especially if you came back from a job.”

you stayed silent for a minute. you had come in here ready for a fight, not this. you were prepared to fight or endure kaz’s passive aggressive energy for a couple of hours, you most definitely hadn’t prepared yourself for his honesty.

“but why would you want to know i was safe?”

he chucked darkly. “it’s not that i want to. i need to. unless i know you’re okay i can’t sleep. i’ll stay up for hours overthinking your job and how i wasn’t sure if i had seen you at dinner or playing cards with jesper. and then my mind wanders into all of the things that could have happened to you or could be happening to you. so inej tells me when you’re in your room safe and not in pain and only then can i fall asleep.”

neither of you said a word. you fidgeted with your fingers as a distraction. you were in shock. you were flattered. the blush on your cheeks far too hot. you were feeling so much.

but mostly you felt loved and cherished by kaz.

so you said, “sometimes when you’re in a mood. i get in a mood. it’ll ruin my whole night because i know for the rest of my day i’ll worry about you. and whether you’re feeling better or not. thinking about what made you pissed in the first place. thinking about all of the people who could make you happy in that moment.”

he deserved your vulnerability back.

when it became clear that kaz wasn’t going to say anything, you made your way to his door.

“wait”

you paused at the door

“i’ll tell inej to back off”

you turned towards him and he was finally looking at you.

you smiled at him, “thank you kaz.” you paused for a moment. “maybe tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that, i’ll come in here and say good night? right after my jobs and when i’m heading to bed. would that be okay?”

if he needed the reassurance that you were okay to sleep, then you would happily climb two flights of stairs to give him that peace of mind.

plus you couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the prospect of saying good night to kaz.

kaz had a small grin on his face too. “yeah,” he whispered, “that would be fine.”

you opened the door and before you lost your courage you said, “and kaz. you can always come down to my room to say goodnight. i like knowing you’re safe too.”

you stepped through the door and closed it behind you.

“good night brekker” you called out behind you.

[ilostmy-brain]

hiya can i please request something where its something about the reader dating wolfstar and the boys jjst like argue and sqaubble all the time over random things butits never them actually being angry at eachother - Ells

I want dont get

wolfstar x Reader

warnings:none really, swearing, kissing

legnth: mid (1067 words)

summary:y/n knows exactly how to sort her two boys out when they disagree

When dating the duo of sirius and remus it was inevitable that there would be arguements however, what y/n hadnt planned for was that the arguments and disagreements would be daily, of course they where all in good fun and they were never truly annoyed with eachother in fact y/n found great amusment in most of their sqabbles. it started small and petty like who got to sit on the longer part of the sofa, for both boys where six foot or over and y/n's L shaped sofa came with a long side and a much shorter side.

"you two are being pathetic"y/n giggled walking back into her living room with a bowl of popcorn in hand and some cans tucked under her arm "just sit and get comfortable or i'll take the long bit"

y/n's parents where out for the weekend which meant the three could have free reign of the house and not have to jump away from eachothers holds when someone walked in.

"y/n dear tell remus i get the longer bit since he did last time!" sirius ordered pointing harshly at their third partner contradicting his lovling ton etowards the girl.

"but im taller" remus jumped up standing next to sirius holding his chin up to apear much taller than he was " much taller to be precise"

"you both make good points" she explained shifting her gaze betwen the two men "but could we not just share?" the two men seemed even more confused, twitching their eyes to eachother as if their girlfriend was crazy.

"how would that even work?"

"remus sits down first as he is the tallest, then ill go between his legs as i get cold and sirius you can go between mine?" she suggested, an angelic smile painted over her face as she placed the snacks on the table and picked up a blanked for the trio.

"but then im not with remus" sirius pursed his lips looking down as if ashamed of his words.

"yeah seems unfair that you get everyome bunny" remus lightly tugged on her chin forcing the girl to look up at her two boyfriends who both felt her arrangement was selfish.

"fine you two share the long bit and ill go in the arm chair but because im on my own i get to pick what we watch" she decided throwing herslef into the large cosy  chair in the corner by the heater happy with her choice, if she knew one thing about keeping her boys together it was with a threat of moving them apart, and of course she had learnt this theough her now plethourough of experience from dealing with their disagreements.

***

it was a saturday and y/n lay between sirius' legs as remus was crossed legged facing them newspaper in hand as he read out the clues to that days cross word, or they should say the cross word from three months ago that they managed to get a hold of, remus had suggested they spend their morning completing it together as on average they where all inteligent people.

"you're wrong! its cleally elaphant" remus pinched the bridge of his nose going to write down the answer before sirius slapped his hands away throwing the pen across the room and hitting james as he stayed curled up in bed, sore from quiditch practise the previous day.

"ow"

"sorry mate" y/n half laughed when she only recieved a half hearted thumbs up from out the covers.

"where the fuck is the h in elaphant?" sirius questioned clearly not thinking bhis question through first "right yes i know but still it isnt that"

"honey i think it is" y/n quietly spoke from her placed tucked between his legs, she hadnt had much input on the activity mainly being shouted over by the two boys. "look i dont think this is our kind of thing sirius" she suffled round and oonto her bum placing a small peck apon his cheek " why don't we go make prongs eat some breakfast, he could probabky do with it"

"i also think he could probably do with it" james peaked his eyes out from the duvet inm hopes of being taken for some food having slept through the groups normal breakfast time.

"but i want to do the crossword, i can do it to!" he persisted and y/n new she was going the right way with this one and a far quicker than normal, the boys where usually still shouting at eachother by now. "maybe it is elaphant"

"well maybe lets think through all the options first" remus patted his back bringing the paper close to his boyfriend so they could read it over again.

"come on jamesie, lets get food" y/n smiled as she jumped off the bed skipping over to their friend who was sat down still in pyjamas " you're going down like that aren't you?"

"yep" he grinned putting an arm around her and walking her out the door leaving both sirius and remus leaning against eachother and writing down their ideas for their activity.

"you're so good at getting them to get along"

"its a natural talent" she smirked following the boy down the cold concret stairs.

***

by the time the three had been with eachother for a year y/n didnt even have to intervien, like this particular sunday morning the three where curled up in bed james and peter where also alseep in their own beds, peter curled up in the corner and james starfished with quiet dnores falling from his lips.

"morning my love" sirius head moved against her shoulder his nose nudging against her neck, pulling her back against his chest "do i not get a good morning kiss?"

"no i think i deserve one first" remus had finally awoken shuffling over to pull his girlfriend closer and away from sirius, y/n remained silent knowing it wouldnt be long before they had sorted their issue out.

"but i want a kiss first"

"no one likes a whiner sirius" remus retorted sitting up with a exagerated stretch looking down at his boyfriend who lead leaning on his elbows "i want, don't get" he warned the boy pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows.

"sorry" he mumbled leaning back down on his pillow and waiting for someone to say something.

"come here" remus smirked leanign forward to place a lingering kiss on sirius' lips holding his face gently in his large hands taking their time before pulling away, both individually then placing a kiss on their girlfriends cheek.

[midasinc]

do you by chance have any canon era courfius hcs

i do but i might bum you out in the process (this is also more of a timeline than hcs, sort of like with montparnasse/courfeyrac)

canon era courfius:

-i think in canon era courfeyrac is a closeted bisexual and he dabbles with men on the side, but he really overcompensates in public with women so people don't think he's of a certain persuasion. he's incredibly paranoid about it and he has reason to be

-marius pops into his life and it really fucks with him because this dude migrates into his own lodgings and confides in him and courfeyrac thinks he's incredibly handsome and yes he dresses oddly and is easy to tease and all of his friends despise him, but there's something earnestly endearing about marius

-when marius comes round saying this and that about an "ursula" that he's in love with, courfeyrac is admittedly distraught that somebody else has caught marius's attention and that it wasn't him. it was something that he often dreamt about in classes and even at night, but now this dream was being shattered right in front of him

-still, courfeyrac has appearances to keep up so he helps his friend. he instills hope in marius as much as he teases and he takes him out and about paris to find other things to do than mope around because he can't find this woman of his dreams and it hurts.

-they do share the same bed. it makes things difficult sometimes. courfeyrac won't be able to sleep and he turns and sees marius's cheek squished against the pillow and it makes his heart ache

-sometimes marius borrows his hats or cravats or even a blouse and courfeyrac is just vibrating at this point. it's a miracle that he hasn't punched a wall. he has it so bad and it's killing him

-the increasingly close revolution enjolras is determined to have keeps him busy, at least. he does his tasks and helps enj and combeferre and it keeps him from wallowing. wallowing is his last resort because courfeyrac is not a wallower

-if we're going by brick timeline im just gonna switch some stuff up because after marius's grandfather says absolutely not to his possible marriage with cosette, he goes to courfeyrac's apartment and wallows (lol) on the bed and when he wakes up courfeyrac is there with the others about to leave and asking if he's going to the funeral. we can edit this a little and have the funeral at a somewhat later date and courfeyrac is there to try and mend marius's broken heart

-"she's going to be gone forever" / "maybe it wasn't meant to be" / "it was"

-marius is just very huffy and upset and his head lays against courfeyrac's shoulder. courfeyrac just plays with his hair and lets things be quiet for a moment. marius doesn't pomade his hair the way courfeyrac does- it's soft and dark and unstyled. he threads his fingers through the front of his hair to reveal marius's face. the pad of his thumb brushes against his cheek, just gently tracing the line of marius's face

-marius glances over at him with his big ol dark eyes and lashes and courfeyrac has never been good at hiding secrets anyway. his head softly bumps against marius and he tilts his forehead to see him better

-"you still have me, you know"

-marius is frozen when courfeyrac first kisses him, mostly in shock, but after a moment he relaxes into the touch. they kiss and it's good and it gains momentum and marius is the one to push open courfeyrac's lips and courfeyrac brings a hand to marius's waist and hoists himself onto marius's lap and there are hands on his waist now and courfeyrac breaks their kiss so he can move onto the side of marius's mouth, then his jaw, and then trail down his neck but-

-courfeyrac gets pushed off as marius scrambles to get off the bed

-"i don't- you're-" marius isn't sure what else he can stammer out, but he's beet red and instead just takes his hat and leaves the apartment

-courfeyrac wallows.

-courfeyrac goes to the barricades with the rest of his compatriots.

-he's disappointed in himself most of all, truly. he shouldn't have done it, he shouldn't have been so forward. marius might be here if he hadn't. marius was in love with a woman and not courfeyrac and he might as well accept that

-marius is confused. he loves cosette, he knows that much, but he had never thought courfeyrac was... it didn't make sense to him. i also think he's a closet bisexual but perhaps a bit too closeted in canon. it happens to the best of us. he's chosen cosette this time but when she's gone he sees no reason to live. when he goes to the barricades, it's because of that. he doesn't expect himself to threaten to blow them all to hell, but it happens. he's confused, he's angry, and he's willing to make a stand after all

-courfeyrac sort of gets the wrong idea and thinks that maybe marius is back for him. marius saved his life, marius is here to save his life and be here with him. that's why he greets him so enthusiastically. marius is rigid, though, and courfeyrac begins to get the hint

-it's in the night when he sits alone on what used to be a rather nice table. the sky is turning an inky black and feuilly is humming and prouvaire is reciting poetry and courfeyrac feels irrevocably empty

-marius comes and sits with him, and things are quiet for a moment. courfeyrac doesn't want him to speak, but marius had never been able to pick up on others' desires

-"i'm sorry" / "you have nothing to be sorry for" / "i cannot betray cosette" / "i figured as much"

-marius is unsure of how to make courfeyrac feel better

-"in another lifetime," courfeyrac says with his chin rested on his palm, "do you believe that you might love me in return?"

-perhaps. courfeyrac is kind and amusing and generous. marius had saved his life because he cares for courfeyrac and wouldn't want to be in a world where he'd have to see him die. courfeyrac has been his kindest and most loyal and, truly, his only friend. perhaps in another lifetime, things would be different. perhaps in another lifetime, marius wouldn't be spoken for

-he leans over and kisses courfeyrac's cheek before leaving and finding eponine in the alley

-at the final battle, marius is hit and comes to terms with the fact that he is dying. he is frightened, he is terrified, but he can see courfeyrac fighting on. he hasn't noticed yet that marius has fallen. he thinks that it might be okay. he's sorry that cosette will never have gotten to be with him in this lifetime, but perhaps in the next, he will see courfeyrac again

-marius wakes up in the real world, however, and courfeyrac does not

[popculturebuffet]

Amphibia Reviewcaps: The Dinner/Battle of the Bands “It’s You”

Hello all you happy people! And i’m almost to the finish line.  6 months (subtracting the ones where there were no new episodes) worth of weekly coverage and with next week i’ll have completed my second full season of reivews of a show as they came out, and my first full season of amphibia. If you’d like to see season 1 it’s up high on my stretch goals at 45 with reviews of Disney movies based on shows (The Proud Family, Recess and Kim Possible), Gravity Falls and more along the way if your curious. Check it out HERE. I’m also doing exclusive reviews eveyr month now with the coasional one thrown in randomly so check that out. New period starts in a week so please join before then.

So naturally with the big finale and all the tensions in amphibia close to reaching a boil next week, this week’s a bit more low key. Still not unimportant, with some massively good character work and in fact The Dinner is easily one of my faviorites of the season, but still nothing to move the plot too far forward. Just some nice character stuff to help inch us towards the climax next week. The calm before my heart is stillbeatingly ripped out of my chest. Which I will grant the show, having my heart ripped out Mola Ram style by some combination of Brenda Song and Keith David is how I wanted to go, i’m just not ready yet. So while I steel myself for the utter heartbreak of next week, I have my throughts on this weeks episodes under the cut!

The Dinner: 

I did tip my hand a bit by saying this was one of my faviorties of the season.. and I stand by that. This one was excellent. It was rife with tension while still somehow being a fun breather episode before hell arrives. 

As the title suggest the Plantars are having Grime and Sasha over for a fancy dinner, followed by games and such. Only Annearcy are happy about this though, Marcy still not getting quite how bad Sasha has gotten during her stay here and Anne hoping she has changed.  The Plantars, Sprig in paticular, still resent them for the whole toad tower fiasco, which is fair. You don’t forget someone trying to murder you over night, let alone your whole town. Hop Pop is using Frobo as the Grill by the way which is just visually fucktacular I gotta admit. He does get some more use these episodes, being used as a Grill here and as the fog machine and Polly’ sminon next episode. Good work boy. That’s my robot frog soldier builder whatever you are. 

Sasha and Grime are likewise not enthused. Sasha isn’t because her friends expect her to “Ugh” change and grow and stuff and isn’t happy about it and is confident she can return to rulling over them once her plan is done. Dude.. that’s not how a healthy throuple works. Or a healthy anything. Grime is more worried about her blowing it with her anger and control issues, but feels. this is VITAL to convincing the plantars to trust them long enough for their plan to go off. He even demands she remove her sword and all her knives... and she has a lot of them. Evne in her boot “How do you even walk?” Good question grime. 

My answer?

So what follows is about 8 minutes of the most hilariously awkward dinner since that time Micheal Scott decided to have a dinner party even though his relationship was horribly crumbling, as everyone but Anne and Marcy shoves their foot in their mouth at some point or makes some sort of screw up. Oh and Polly I guess she’s more content to just watch the show. Seriously i’m not usually a fan of cringe comedy.. but the series makes it work here as our heroes attempt to interact with thier old eneimeis and vice versa. 

For starters we have our guests arrvial, where Grime and Sasha both look objectively terrifying before things cool down. Then we have dinner itself where both Hop Pop and Grime prove to be the racist kind of grandpa as Grime asks what frogs they subjigated to get these turnips and Hop Pop makes an awkward lightbulb joke about Toads that Grime finds hilarious but everyone else was rightfully afraid would get the old man gutted by the other more violent old man. I imagine this happened a lot on the Lost Light once Megatron took over co captiancy. You just don’t fight a guy for a good hundered years without being nervous he’s going to blast you to fucking pieces. 

Sprig dosen’t help before all this by taking a seat next to anne and marcy specifically to piss her off, and out of all of them is the most openly hostile to her. Given Anne’s his best friend and Sasha did a LOT of emotional damage to her.. yeah fair enough. 

Things only esclate when it comes to frog pictionary. Suprisingly Hop Pop gets Grime’s Drawins and Sasha gets his, with both her and sprig trading escalating barbs and her barely containing her rage when Anne calls her on it since unlike her, Sprig has a reason to still be upset with her. This reaches a breaking point when Sasha attempts things, trying to desperatly win her friends back with the old times now they have their ownt imes apart.. only for Sprig to accidnetlay mock Sasha’s near sucicide,s aying she “slipped”.. granted I do think he geninely just can’t forgive her.. but it’s very clear she did not.. she let herself go to save them, and he’s just as in denial about it as Sasha and just as much a dick about it. 

Sasha flips out at him, and gets penalized for talking which only pisses her off MORE and understandably so. Anne leaps to the plantar’s defense but honestly.. both sides are understandabliy angry here. The Plantars are right to still not trust her after everything especially since she hasn’t outright apologized to them and her and Grime’s general response to the incident is “One Time!”... which works for say, taking the last slice of pizza without asking or slamming their face in a car door, but not so much “Trying to murder all of you for personal and stupid reasons.”. But at the same time Sprig DID cross the line really bad when she saved his fucking life. It dosen’t automaitcally erase the bad things she did but it dosen’t give him lisence to mock her. WHile I get he’s 10 and dosen’t get it was part suicide, he still is blantaly ignoring her trying to do something selfless because he can’t admit there’s any good in Sasha. Sasha is not a GREAT person.. but there IS good in her. She just has to WANT to seek that out instead of her inherent seflishness and need for control and Anne and Marcy are absolutely right for trying to help her instead of just slamming the door in her face. 

But soon eveyroen gets distracted by the cake which floods the room with molten lava. Hop Pop assumes it was some sort of trick.. but hilariously turns out no, Grime really was trying to be nice. That’s just how this works and it’s delcious once it hardens.. assuming you survivie the hornets, with fighting them being the best part of it. And yes hornets shoot out of the cake. Are you suprised at this point? They also paralize grime leaving our heroes without the one person among them who knows what their doing. 

SO our heroines are forced to fight some hornets, with Sasha trying to take lead.. only for Anne to do so and succeed at it, figuring out that while weapons can’t pierce them their own stingers might and having Marcy use her crossbow to launch the stinger in grime at them, and then has Sasha distract the rest to take them out. 

So our heroines reconcile with Sasha admitting she might not want to change and Anne admitting that’s okay.. she just has to accept things have changed with THEM and that her friends HAVE. And genuinely or not Sasha agrees to that, while Grime is bummed he missed the party and the lava hardens into chocolate, with eveyrone enjoying some cake and dead insects. As you do

Final Thoughts on The Dinner: As I said, this is one of the best episodes of the season> The tension is paltable, and it dosen’t fully resolve it, rightly as we still have one final season to go for that. More than that.. it’s hilarious. All the jokes land, and there were far too many to get into here. 

Battle of the Bands:

Now this is a classic breather episode, our last chance to rest and get all slice of lifey before things go up in flames next week. 

With the town all nervous because of Sasha and Grime’s presence, Mayor Toadstool decides to spin the wheel of fun to decide on an activity. I can’t remember if this is a new thing or not but I loves it. It lands on Battle of the Bands so the girls decide to get their old band Sasha and the Sharks back together. As for the rest of the cast, Hop Pop and Sprig join a Jug band and Grime has his own musical domination to plot out, so that just leaves us with the thropule, Poly and Frobo for an episode. 

The group have fun... until Anne unveils her heartfelt song based on her time here. Well okay only Sasha isn’t having fun and quickly tries to take over, as you’d expect and Anne pushes back as you’d expect. Sasha takes her ball and goes home as.. you get it by now> The plot here is not very complex or unique.

But as with all the Sasha episodes this season including the last one, we get a deeper sense of her character. Here she outright admits she dosen’t know what to do when she’s not in control. She needs to be in charge of the situation. It also explains why unlike Marcy and Anne she didn’t change for the better: Her need for control shuts out any possiblity of self reflection and thus self improvment. Self Improvment, and I know this from experince, requires you to admit your flaws and face them. It’s something I can admit to struggling with as I fall back into old patterns often. Admitting flaws would be admitting a loss of Control and Sasha.. can’t. She honestly can’t. 

Of all people i’ts TOADIE who convinces her sometimes i’ts better to let someone else take the lead and that it’s better to support the ones you love than subjugate them. Granted Toadie himself is too far in the opposite direction, but he makes a valid point.. something I never thought i’d say. Sometimes you just have to let someone do what they want.. and watching her two girlfriends perform up on stage.

I also will say I love a good talent show, battle of the bands what have you episode. One of my faviorite movies, True Stories, climaxes in one. 

And yes that was John Goodman and yes he does indeed sing...

Seriously watch this movie. It’s fucking amazing. And yes that was the Talking Heads David Byrne, he wrote this movie and there’s two talking heads songs in it. Watch it. 

Point is we get a great one, paticuarlly chuck. 

He grows SINGIN tulips just a fun one.. but i’ts that finale with the girls that really makes it with Sasha realizing that them being HAPPY is better than her being in control..and they didn’t grow PAST HER or leave her behind just because they grew.. they simply should be free to be themselves. And that maybe trying to conquer a country just to do that ain’t right. IT’s really sweet

So she runs in to do the guitar solo, and its aweosme and they only don’t win because it turns out Grime is fucking MAJESTIC on a harp. But Sasha finally grows a bit admitting that having fun is what mattered... 

And it’s abotu to burst as Mayor Toadstool, in a show of how far he’s come, points out Anne is leaving soon and Anne gives a heartfelt goodbye to everyone.. that said.... someone clearly has other plans.. and for once i’ts NOT Sasha. 

There’s nothing but foreshadowing in that face. That’s a face that says “Uh.. about that”. And again SASHA is showing emotinal vunerablity and hapiness.. but it’s Marcy, whose pretty open emotiionally whose visably worried and clearly knows Andrias has other plans.. other plans he talked her into. Gratned he probably didn’t tell her said plans involve The Watcher with a Thousand Eyes, but she still KNOWS she’s plottingthings.. and know’s she’s about to betray the people closest to her. 

Before we move on though those outfits ar esharp. Just damn. Especially Sasha’s punk look. The songs this episode are also both excellent and I had no idea Brenda Song and Anna Akana could sking like that. God damn. 

So with Anne leaving for home she gets one last group photo. It’s majestic and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts: This one is pretty good. Not a lot to talk about outside of Sasha but a really fun episode that both moves her foward and moves us toward the finale. ANd it’s nice to see the three just happy together... before the hell that’s about to arrive. 

Next Week: War Were Declared, our heroes prepare to fight bravely against the hoard of toads... and both Sasha and Marcy come to the crossroads of destiny Tommorow ON This Blog:

So it’s up to Jean Grey and Emma Frost to go in and sort it out.. and then fight off the full might of an alien empire. No pressure. 

Until the next rainbow it’s been a pleasure

[megalony]

Teacher’s Pet- Part 16

I can’t believe how many parts I’ve written for this dad! Ben Hardy series and I don’t feel close to finishing yet. I hope you will all like this part, the feedback for this series is always lovely.

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Summary: Gwilym sets Ben up on a date with (Y/n) who teaches at the school Ben’s kids go to. But Ben is hesitant in the relationship that feels like no other to him, his boys have a few problems and he has to put them first.

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"You know none of the boys are asleep, don't you?" (Y/n) bit her lip as she tried to crane her head to the left in order to look at Ben but she could only just see the glimmer of a smirk on his lips.

"Hmm." Ben hummed his response against (Y/n)'s neck, briefly darting his eyes up to look at her before he closed his eyes again and grinned against her skin causing her to shiver. Ben knew that out of all three boys Finn would be the only one who was anywhere near falling asleep right now. Both Carter and James were too hyper to fall asleep yet and when they were like that Ben just left them to it until they bored themselves to sleep. Sitting and trying to talk to them or calm them down never really got them to go to sleep so Ben saw it as pointless. Finn was the only one who would be calmed down and settled when Ben sat with him and talked to him.

"Of course that wouldn't stop you." (Y/n) mumbled the words quietly under her breath but she knew Ben heard her when she felt his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

"You want me to stop just cause they're nocturnal animals? If you're quiet they won't hear you."

Ben pushed himself up so he was leaning on his right arm, allowing him to look down at (Y/n) and see her roll her eyes at him. (Y/n) didn't know what had gotten into Ben lately but he was having a rather large tendancy to be cheeky and if any of the boys saw him like that it only made them giggle and encourage Ben further.

(Y/n) leaned her head to the side as she narrowed her eyes at the cunning grin on Ben's face that made her sure he was up to something. But her confusion about his smile was soon resolved when she suddenly felt his left hand slide under her shirt and grab her bare hip. The one and only thing that annoyed (Y/n) about Ben was the fact that his hands were always cold, he couldn't seem to keep them at a normal temperature and right now they were like cubes of ice against her rather warm skin.

A gasp escaped (Y/n)'s lips at the feeling of his hand on her skin causing her legs to tense and pull up. And something between a gasp and a laugh left her lips when Ben moved his hand up higher until he was touching her side and stomach.

"Ben stop it you're freezing!" (Y/n) swatted her hand against his arm but it made no impact on him as he simply continued to grin at her.

"Hey look, they're all awake now." Ben smoothed his thumb against (Y/n)'s stomach when he could feel the baby moving since he presumably just woke their girl up but the thought only made his smile grow wider. He leaned his head back down and pressed his face into (Y/n)'s shoulder again as he continued to smooth his hand over her stomach.

"You probably scared her." (Y/n) muttered with narrowed eyes but Ben knew she wasn't actually mad at him.

(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as Ben started to pepper kisses against her neck and along her shoulder and she could feel his hand switching between her stomach and her thigh as if he didn't know where he wanted to touch her the most. She could feel him smiling against her skin when he started to bite down at the base of her shoulder and it sent shivers tingling underneath her skin.

Ben reminded (Y/n) of a vampire with the way his teeth were nipping and pulling at her skin as if he was so tempted to puncture his fangs right through to the muscle but was doing well to hold himself back. But he wasn't holding himself back from trailing his fingertips over her skin, changing from his touch being as light as a feather to pressing the pads of his fingers down on her skin. (Y/n) kenw well enough to know he was switching between how he touched her to annoy her because his hand was still cold and he loved to feel the way she shivered beneath him.

She almost pulled back when Ben's leg moved to rest between hers because even his feet were freezing cold but the rest of him was hot to the touch. (Y/n) knew that if the baby wasn't in the way Ben would have moved so that he would be hovering over her by now and he always made her think of some kind of angel when he did that. He looked down at her and he seemed like some kind of angel or even a demon when he grinned a certain way and it made shivers run throughout her system in the best possible way.

"That's gonna bruise, you know that?" (Y/n) tilted her head to look at Ben but just as his eyes lifted to meet hers, they both looked towards the door when it suddenly barged open.

Pressing her lips together, (Y/n) glanced over at Ben before she slowly pushed herself up so she was sitting up rather than lying down as Ben did the same. Both of them looked over at James expectingly as he was stood in the doorway clinging to the door handle. He looked like he was torn between saying one thing or another, there seemed to be a debate happening in his mind making him look rather confused.

"What's up buddy, you should be in bed."

"Carter's got the tv on loud and he isn't going to bed! D-did... did you bite mummy?"

James seemed to switch from being hyper and annoyed at Carter to suddenly looking confused and rather hesitant with his question. His eyes narrowed and he looked between (Y/n) and Ben like he was expecting the answer to pop right out at him or for them to move or do something or say something. He had clearly heard (Y/n) when she said that Ben's mark was going to bruise and he had seen that she was speaking to Ben so it clicked in James' mind that Ben had done something to form a bruise.

"Buddy no-"

"You bit mum?" Carter's voice cut Ben off before he even had the chance to think up some sort of excuse or lie to tell which James would understand.

A sigh passed through Ben's lips and he rubbed at his eyes, praying that this wouldn't turn into some kind of argument or debate because he couldn't deal with that right now. Pushing himself to his feet, Ben inhaled deeply as he walked over to his boys and stood in front of them. James was still clinging to the door and Carter was stood a step behind him with narrowed eyes full of confusion and he looked very sceptical.

"Right, why don't you stay and sit with your mum for a bit, and you, come with me." Ben ruffled James' hair before letting him scuttle past to jump on the bed and sit with (Y/n) before Ben spun Carter round and held his shoulders, guiding him out of the room.

"Why did you bite mum?!" Carter shrugged Ben's hands off his shoulders when they were in the hallway and he spun round to look at Ben but the eldest boy growled when Ben simply turned him back around and continued to walk them both towards Carter's room. He wasn't having this conversation out in the hall and he wasn't having Carter get angry and riled up for no reason.

When they were in Carter's room Ben let go of his shoulders and watched Carter move to sit down on the bed. Ben turned the tv off which shouldn't be on right now since it was Carter's wind down time where he needed to settle and try to sleep.

A sigh passed through Ben's lips when he sat down next to Carter but Carter folded his arms over his chest and huffed, turning so he was sitting with his side facing Ben.

"What, are you grumpy with me now?"

"Did you bite mum, James seemed to think that you did."

Ben didn't know how to explain because he knew it wasn't going to sink in for Carter. The eldest boy had a hard enough time as it was trying to understand emotions and his own feelings, he wasn't going to understand that there was a difference between the way Ben technically bit (Y/n) just now and the way Carter bit people.

"Don't that that tone with me as if I've done something wrong. I didn't bite your mum in the way you think I did."

"What does that mean?" Carter kept his arms folded over his chest but he turned a little so that he was sat towards Ben instead of away from him. He was confused, annoyed but still intrigued as to how there could be a different way to bite someone. Biting to Carter meant getting frustrated or having a meltdown and biting someone or himself to release his emotions and show someone how angry he felt. He didn't think there could be another way to bite someone other than that.

"When I poke you or pinch you that's different from if someone at school did that, isn't it? I don't do it to be mean or cruel, I can tease you in a friendly good way. When I hit your mum's bum that's not me being cruel or angry and I know you understand that."

"Why is biting different?"

"Because when you bite, you do this." Ben rolled up his sleeve to show Carter the scar he had from when he bit him harshly at learning (Y/n) was pregnant. "You bite harshly and you do it with force because you're angry, I've got a lot of marks from where you bit me over the years and you always do it when you're upset."

Carter looked up at Ben through hooded eyes in a way that showed he looked and felt guilty about when he bit Ben. Every time he saw the scars from his bite marks he felt awful because some marks were just little dots that could be from anything but Ben had at least two were you could tell it was teeth indents from both the upper and lower teeth and it made Carter cringe. He hated hurting Ben but he always ended up doing it because he had to hurt someone or something when he felt so angry.

"Sometimes adults can bite in an affectionate way and not in the kind of way you do to feel better and less angry. But you don't have to think or worry about that, it's an adult thing and you're too young for that. Okay?"

Ben knew Carter wasn't going to completely understand this and he couldn't expect Carter to understand either. But he was hoping Carter got the idea of what Ben was saying enough so that he wouldn't worry or get angry or upset about this. It wasn't something worth fighting over and when he grew up it was something he would see and have to try and grasp anyway.

"Okay."

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Ben thought he would have gotten used to being called into the school about the boys, with the amount of times that this had happened it should be second nature. But every time he came to the school under these circumstances he got nervous and sometimes angry in case he would have to defend any of his boys.

But today was not like all the other times he was called into the school because today it was (Y/n) who had called him and none of the boys were even in her class.

He had just got in the car ready to go home after a night shift when (Y/n) called and that panicked him into thinking something was wrong with her or the baby or even the boys.

(Y/n) had taken the boys to school with her and they were supposed to stay in the classroom with her since she went in early to prepare for her class. But when it was time for the boys to go to their classes, it was Finn who didn't want to go. He hadn't spoken all morning and then started to cry when it was time to go to class and he wouldn't say a word to (Y/n) or even Gwilym. There had been no choice but to call Ben because when Finn was in a state Ben was the only one who Finn would talk to.

"Alright, I'm here what's happened?" Ben scanned his eyes around the office room he had frequented a few times since moving the boys to this school.

He looked around the room and saw Gwilym sat with Carter and James on the cream coloured sofa pressed up against the back wall and (Y/n) sat in the armchair with Finn in her arms. The youngest boy didn't look half as upset and unsettled as Ben thought he would be or as he had seen before but Finn still wasn't in a good state.

Finn's eyes were red-rimmed, his cheeks were blotched red and his breathing was fast and uneven like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Honey I'm just gonna have a word with your dad, okay?" (Y/n) rubbed her hand up and down Finn's arm but he hardly reacted to her words just like he hadn't all morning. He felt like he was about to shake when (Y/n) stood up and settled Finn down on the chair in her place and she didn't want to let go of him but she had to speak to Ben.

Her eyes darted over to Gwilym before she took Ben's hand and walked outside the office with him. Both (Y/n) and Gwilym had got their classes settled and had a co-worker keep an eye on the classes for a bit so they could sort this. (Y/n) couldn't go and teach her class knowing something was up with Finn and Carter and James didn't want to go to class because Finn being unsettled made them uneasy too. Gwilym stayed so he could help keep an eye on all the boys and see if he could get Finn to open up but so far he had stayed mute.

"What's happened?" Ben rested his hands on (Y/n)'s hips but she could feel his fingers tensing against her skin. He was trying hard not to squeeze her hips too tightly due to the frustration and nervousness rattling through him.

"I don't know, he hardly ate breakfast and he wouldn't speak all morning, he just nodded and looked worried. They all stayed in my class for a bit but he still wouldn't speak and when it was time to go to class he suddenly burst into tears. He's let me hug him and talk to him but he won't say what's wrong. Last night he was perfectly fine and he was talking then."

"Did he have a nightmare? He hasn't had one for three weeks now it would have shaken him up if he did."

Ben didn't like night shifts, he didn't get enough sleep as it was with the boys at home and their problems. But this had been the first night shift he had taken in over a year because it was an emergency one needing covering and (Y/n) lived with them. She could look after the boys and she made them feel safe enough that Ben being gone wasn't a problem. But if Ben wasn't there it did sometimes unsettle Finn and that could have caused him to have a nightmare.

"No I checked on him he didn't have a nightmare... I- I think one of the boys said something to him. He's worried about something and he won't tell me what it is but he won't talk to Carter or James either, he won't even sit with them."

(Y/n) rubbed her hand up and down Ben's arm that was very tense just like the way his jaw was tightening to the point the bone was almost pushing through the skin. 

She didn't want to think that Finn was this distressed because of something one of his brothers had said but it did make sense to (Y/n). Finn had been fine last night after Ben went to work, he had settled down with (Y/n) and stayed with her until he fell asleep. She checked on him during the night and he didn't wake up or have a nightmare. But then when all three boys came down for breakfast he was quiet and unsettled, he wouldn't eat and he just got worse throughout the morning.

"If he won't even sit with James then something is up... I'll have a word with him out here without everyone around." Ben knew that Finn was close to James because James helped to make Finn feel settled and comfortable and safe so if he wasn't even sitting near to James then something was wrong. But if it was to do with one of the boys Finn wouldn't talk in front of them in fear of getting them into trouble.

Ben looked over at Carter and James when they walked back into the room but both boys seemed rather calm, sat talking to Gwilym.

"Buddy, you wanna come have a talk with me?" Ben bent down on his knees in front of Finn who looked more than relieved now that Ben was here. The youngest boy nodded before throwing his arms around Ben's neck and burrowing into his chest. He let Ben pick him up and take him out of the room so they could talk in private so Finn would feel more able to open up.

(Y/n) hated how she had to call Ben up to come and sort a problem out when she felt like she should be able to talk to Finn and help him to open up and console in her. He had just come off a night shift and he should be going home and getting some sleep while no one else is in the house so he can sleep without worry or feeling like he has to get up and check on the boys. But instead he had come from work straight to the school to sort out a problem that no one knew how to solve or even approach.

With a sigh, (Y/n) slowly sat herself down in the chair again, clicking her back into place as she did so before she looked over at Gwilym and the boys. Both Carter and James looked a bit uneasy and worried as if they were either going to get in trouble for something or as if something was going to happen.

"Do you two know why Finn's so upset? Has he said anything to you last night or this morning?" (Y/n) spoke calmly in case either of the boys had said something that may have caused Finn to react badly but they just shook their heads.

It didn't feel like Ben and Finn had been out the room for very long at all before the door opened and Ben came back in with Finn still clinging to his front like he wanted to become part of Ben or camouflage into him.

"James, can you take Finn and sit on the sofa in the hall please?" Ben gently set Finn down to his feet and motioned for James to come over. He didn't want to argue or get angry in front of Finn who was only just beginning to calm down now because that wouldn't be fair on him. And James wasn't in trouble so he didn't need to bear witness to an argument, it would be better if he could look after Finn for a few minutes and keep him calm somewhere out of the way.

Ben kissed the top of Finn's head and ruffled James' hair but the moment both boys were out of the room and the door was safely closed behind them, a look of thunder took over Ben's face.

"We've been doing so well these past few weeks with everything that's happened and I thought you were coping with it but you just had to go and push everyone's buttons, didn't you?"

(Y/n) and Gwilym both didn't like the way Ben was scratching at his palms and continuously curling his hands into fists. It showed he was beyond angry but didn't know what to do with himself because he didn't want to cause a scene. He was trying to be calm and talk about this without having an argument with his eldest son but it was always so hard not to break out into a fight.

"What's he done?" Gwilym rested his hand on Carter's back who had a blank expression on his face but too many emotions in his eyes.

"Scared the shit out of Finn for a start. He told him that he can't call (Y/n) his mum because Finn already has a mum so all morning Finn's been scared senseless thinking that Lucy is gonna turn up and he'll have to see her again!"

The amount of anger radiating through Ben was unreal but it lessened ever so slightly when he saw the way Carter flinched at his words. He knew that talking about Lucy was something he could not do under no uncertain terms because it would scare Finn to the point of a panic attack or worse. Finn was just starting to think of (Y/n) as his mum and call her his mum and this was a huge milestone for Finn. If Carter talked like this to him and made him this scared then it would set Finn back and he would retreat into his shell.

Ben and (Y/n) would have to work ten times harder to make him feel comfortable again and bring him back out of his shell and comfortable around (Y/n). That wasn't fair on anyone, especially not Finn when he was making this much process.

"Why would you say something like that?"

(Y/n) smoothed her thumb over her stomach as she watched Carter look away from her and his emotionless expression finally changed so that he was now looking angry and sorry for himself. She knew that Carter had a problem not wanting to share (Y/n) with a new baby but she didn't think he was bothered by James or Finn calling her mum too. Her and Ben had made it clear that she was a mother to all of them, it didn't make her less of Carter's mum if she had a baby or the boys saw her as their mother too.

All eyes fell onto Carter but he simply huffed and wrapped his arms around his chest and tipped his head down, refusing to look at any of them.

"Answer your mum Carter." Gwilym spoke quietly but encouragingly as he nudged Carter with his elbow to try and get him to open up. He couldn't stay silent forever and if he didn't answer soon Ben was going to get a lot angrier with him and no one wanted that.

"Honey you seem to be okay with us having a baby and sharing me with a baby, why would you tell Finn not to call me his mum too?"

"Carter start fucking talking because I'm not having this. I've worked a twelve hour shift and I haven't slept in over thirty six hours. I've come straight from work to see why Finn is so distressed this morning and it's your fault. You should all be in class and I should be in bed so you tell me why the Hell you were so fucking spiteful because I need to go home for some sleep before I pass out!"

Ben needed to be home in bed right now but he wasn't, he was here trying to sort out a mess that Carter had created just when Ben thought they were all getting along and things were starting to pick up.

"Because Finn and James have mums, you're my mum and I like you being just my mum. I don't want to share you... dad said the baby won't have another mum but you so I guess I don't mind sharing with the baby." Carter didn't like sharing, he liked (Y/n) being his mum because it felt loving and special and like it was just his own connection with her that he didn't have to share or compete with anyone else for.

Ben said that the baby was (Y/n)'s baby and therefore wouldn't have any other mother like all the boys technically did and Carter understood that. He understood that (Y/n) was the baby's mum and therefore he had to share her with his only sister, it made sense. But he didn't want to share with anyone else. Sometimes Carter saw the situation as if (Y/n) was one of his teddies, the more he had to share the teddy with his brothers, the less it became his. Or like a cake, the more people who wanted some meant the less Carter got for himself and he didn't like that.

"If that's how you think then you don't get to call (Y/n) your mum."

Ben's sudden words shocked everyone in the room who looked at him with wide eyes and fear on their faces. Gwilym knew how Carter would react to that therefore he held onto Carter's shoulder just in case he felt the need to lash out. And (Y/n)'s hand pressed firmer against her stomach as she looked up at Ben in confusion. Why was he saying that, what did it mean? He knew how Carter would react to that.

"What? B-but she's my mum-"

"Carter calm down, your dad probably didn't mean that." Gwilym looked at Ben in confusion, squinting behind his glasses as he shook his head signalling to Ben to either stop or explain.

"No, I mean it. If you think that James and Finn can't call (Y/n) their mum because they already technically have a mother then you can't call her your mum because you technically have Jamie."

Carter couldn't apply that kind of logic to his brothers and not have it applied or backfired on himself. If the boys couldn't call (Y/n) their mum because she didn't give birth to them then neither could Carter. What he said to Finn was beyond unfair and cruel and he knew exactly how his brother would react but he did it anyway. Ben wouldn't let Carter do that because Carter knew how unsettled Finn could get and if it was the other way around Carter would shout and scream if Finn did something like that to him.

"What you said to Finn was fucking cruel and you know it, you know Lucy was a bad person and we do not mention her, especially not in front of Finn. If you're gonna be this cruel, selfish and possessive over (Y/n) then you don't get treated any differently than how you treat everyone else. You need to learn that you are as equally loved as your brothers and sister, you aren't any more or less loved and looked after."

"B-but it's not fair-"

"No, what you did to Finn was not fair and I'll go above and beyond that right now. (Y/n) has done everything for all of you and if you're going to act like this then you do not call her your mum because you don't deserve that privilege unless you start to be fair. Do you understand me?"

If Carter was going to be petty and cruel because he felt unsettled about sharing (Y/n) then he couldn't expect to be treated normally or exceptionally. He either had to cope with the fact that his siblings calling (Y/n) their mum was normal and okay or he couldn't call her that. Ben was putting his foot down, he and (Y/n) were parents to all the boys and to their daughter and that was it. They loved all of them equally and they cared for them and were trying to give them the attention they needed.

Carter may not understand or be coping with this very well but he had to learn because this was the way things were going to be and this was the best his life had ever been in a long time. He wasn't losing anything or being left out or unloved by sharing (Y/n) with his siblings, he gained unconditional love from both his parents and he needed to know that their love for him wasn't strained or shared or restricted.

Their love for all their children was endless.

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ABSINTHE aka RIPLEY ( FC: Angela Sarayfan ) written by TARA.

Oof. Ripley has had a rough start in life. Actually, Ripley’s had it rough all through her life but I was so mesmerized by her story that I couldn’t stop reading once I started. The disappearance of her parents, then Joy, her involvement with Synth, then finally venturing into her current work – and the part with the futuristic drugs that you’ve created! I’m tempted to add all of that into a separate page on the main blog right now. Ripley is going to be such a force in Metropolis, I can feel it, and I’m beyond thrilled that she’s here.

BABYDOLL aka LYRA SADIK ( FC: Neslihan Atagül ) written by EM.

Em, I don’t even have the right words to describe how devastated I felt while I was reading your application, in all the right ways. I only had a small seedling of an idea for Babydoll, but you took that and made it make so much sense - why she keeps everyone at a distance, how she took the name Babydoll and made it her own. Everything about Lyra was so beautifully tragic and I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since I first took a look at your writing. So happy to have her (and you) here and I can’t wait to see what she does.

CASPER aka ( FC: Damaris Goddrie ) written by MARLOWE.

I think what helped me make this choice was how clear Juniper’s voice was in your writing. They’re actually quite funny, which I adored, but that lightness and humor quickly developed into something that felt a lot heavier as Juniper lost their family and fell into a partnership with Mars. Radicalization. Sure, it’s a strong word, but I think that’s exactly where I wanted Casper to be - wanting action, wanting to be the sword for the rebellion. Even in their frustration, though, I can really tell that Juniper cares a lot about the people of D3 and the other mutants; I can’t wait to see where this takes them. 

GEMINI aka BOBBY REYES ( FC: Rome Flynn ) written by AARON.

I’m a little (and by that, I mean completely) in love with Bobby. I love all the parts of your application, from the format to the dialogue to that small peak at Bobby’s set – I think he’s meant to be charming anyway but I’m head over heels for him. My favorite part was when Bobby-and-Bobby were talking to each other on his birthday and starting laughing. It warmed my heart and it was bittersweet all at once - exactly what I was looking for in Gemini. I’m super happy that you’re here!

MARS aka IRIS / NADIA MAYS ( FC: Sonequa Martin-Green ) written by RONI. 

This was no doubt the hardest decision I’ve had to make today and I’m, again, very saddened by the fact that both of you went for this one role. I wish I could duplicate Mars and I want to scream! What I loved so much about Iris, amongst many other things, was how smart she is. Her survival instincts just kicked in but it’s also so clear that she’s patient and strong and hurt and angry and it just made me want to see a lot more of her. I also should let you know here that I’m super on board with all of your rebellion plans 👀 - and I’m really looking forward to writing against Iris!

MOONBEAM aka NOEMI ELARA PERRINE ( FC: Jessica Henwick ) written by JORDAN.

This might sound odd, but my favorite thing about your interpretation of Moonbeam was how you showed all her imperfections and complexities. Moonbeam, I think, was one of the harder characters to really flesh out - she can’t be just about her upbringing and she certainly can’t just be about resentment or her sense of adventure. But you balanced each side of her so well and you clearly have so many plans for her - I really love Noemi so much and I can’t wait to write against her.

NIGHTINGALE aka SANTIAGO CRUZ ( FC: Charles Michael Davis ) written by ALEXA.

‘Despite only being a child, Santiago was placed on a pedestal.’ One of the main things I was looking for in Nightingale was their struggle with the burden or responsibility that was put on them because of their power. How incredibly tiring that must have been – there needed to be a reason for them to question what they were doing now. And you showed that so well through Santiago; I can practically feel his exhaustion through the screen that all I want to do is tell him to rest – so I’ll be looking forward to how you develop him in the group!

REAPER aka MIGUEL GARCIA HERNANDEZ ( FC: David Castaneda ) written by EMILY.

I’m not sure that this was what you’d planned, but I was so obsessed with your Reaper the moment I started reading your application that I honestly don’t think anyone else could have filled the spot. And I sincerely hope that everyone will get to read your full application because it was so incredibly detailed and amazing and heartbreaking that I actually might have started crying when I was reading about Miguel. I also am so blown away by the fact that Miguel actually has his own motivations when it comes to Metropolis – and his far-too-complicated relationship with Rebecca and her vision of the city. I could go on forever but I mostly, I’m just really happy that Miguel is now in our lives.

SUNGLOW aka SAFFIRA CITRINE FLINT ( FC: Laura Harrier ) written by MISHA. 

I’m really bummed that I have to make a decision at all - both applications were so, so good that I’m actually kind of mad that I have to choose! In the end, I think Saffira’s voice showed very strongly in the interactions that she had, and the little sprinkles of dialogue you threw in, Misha. From the outside, Saffira really is someone who has everything, but there were still so many complexities you threw in - her relationship with Victor, the end of that relationship, and how curious she actually is by nature. I can really see her going somewhere within this story, and I think that potential is really what drew me to Saffira. Can’t wait to see what she does!

TINMAN aka IDRIS SALEM ( FC: Marwan Kenzari ) written by JESSIE.

How dare you make me love a A WHOLE FAMILY and then make me sad! ‘the salems, a vibrant staple in district three, fades to the background.’ This really broke my heart into pieces and I don’t have enough words to describe how much I feel for them. And Idris is so complicated – he has so much kindness but so much anger inside him at the same time, and the fact that he’s trying to convince Mars that violence isn’t the answer because he’s tried that – ugh. I’ll stop here before I end up writing a whole thing, but I’m so glad to have you!

YOKAI aka PETER FUKUYAMA ( FC: Ryan Potter ) written by ANA.

Honestly, I couldn’t get the image out of a mizuchi flying across Metropolis or roaming through the Graveyard – you really made Peter into a living legend of sorts; a terrifying myth that exist in the darkest corners of the district. But Peter the person is so different from that creature: he’s soft and protective and loyal underneath all of that. I’m really, really curious to see what happens with Peter and the rebellion especially, because the plans you’ve given me could take him to such different places. Welcome, Ana! Happy to have you here.

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Welcome to Aparecium, Maia! You have been accepted for Rose Weasley. Competition for a character is always difficult, but we appreciated the detail and nuance you included. As we briefly discussed when you submitted the app, we’ll need a more traditionally formatted bio for her character page, but welcome aboard. Check out the new member checklist, and jump right in. 

Character Basics

Birthday (Age): December 22nd (21) Gender (Pronouns): Female (she her) Sexuality: Heterosexual Blood Status: Halfblood. Hogwarts House/School: Ravenclaw Occupation: Cursebreaker trainee Faceclaim: Erin Kellyman

Any requested changes? I picked a different face only because the ones listed weren’t calling out to me as much and I recently fell in love with both these girls!

Biography:

* WHAT ARE YOU LIKE ?

INTELLIGENT

“God. Does everyone have to point it out? Yes, I’m smart. Yes, just like my mum. Good Lord. I know already. I got the best marks in my year. I scored O’s on most of my OWLs and the one I didn’t get an O on was an E. Please, can we not mention it anymore. Mum gifted me with her incredible power of mind. Etc… Etc… It’s not that I mind having the brain power really, it’s that everyone expects me to be just like my mum, and no matter how much I love her, I’ll never actually be her. That aside, a battle of wits with me is probably a bad idea. Not many people can best me. That might sound full of myself, but I assure you, it’s completely true.”

SWEET

“Dad says it’s what he gets for naming me after a silly flower. That because of it I turned out as sweet as it’s scent. I guess someone in the family had to do it. Mum can be a little abrasive, dad a bit, well, air-headed. Hugo’s just his owe breed. I guess I just had to be the normal one? I’m the type that’ll get all dewy eyed over a lost kitten and probably end up taking it home with me. It used to really drive Mum batty. I just like to have kindness and compassion. I can’t stand to see people or animals hurting. I just want to give the world a big hug from time to time. A smile is the best thing you can give a person, in my opinion.”

FREE SPIRITED

“I like my flights of fancy, and that’s that. I don’t feel much of a need to follow society’s main stream. People can be ridiculously like lemmings at times and that just doesn’t fit me. I like to think for myself, discover my own path. It’s probably the thing that set me the most apart from the people I grew up around, especially in the last few years. I never had that driving need to fit in. If I wanted to compete, I competed. If I wanted to be a lazy bum, I lazed. It’s kind of just the way I am. I might go along with my friends or my family in their ventures but it doesn’t mean I won’t go my own way when I fell it’s might be a better option.”

ROMANTIC

“Stupid books. They gave me illusions of grandeur, I swear. I love them so very much, which is a different story but it lead me to this silly idea called romance. I read too many love stories when I was younger and now, no matter how improbable it really is I have this stupid hope in the back of my head that I’ll find some adoring White Knight that wants to sweep me off my feet. Not going to happen, I know. Ruined a good thing hoping for it, I know. You don’t have to tell me. But I just can’t help that little voice inside that wants it to be possible. My cousins and my brother all loved to take the mickey out of me about it. It gets bloody annoying sometimes. I guess I brought it on myself though. It doesn’t help when dashing, good looking young men like Scorpius Malfoy factor into the picture either. I suppose it was an inevitable failure on my part.”

SOCIABLE/FRIENDLY

“Surprisingly enough, though my dad did his best to make me a competitive twit, ha ha, I’ve turned out to be pretty darn friendly. I like to surround myself with different sorts of people. That’s probably how I got to know people like Scorpius, who dad was all set to make my arch enemy. In school I had friends from every house. We’d throw big parties in the old Shack and I’d be the life of the party. I’m not really sure where this particular skill came from. Maybe my dear Uncle George, who is amazingly cool, and my departed Uncle Fred, who I wish I could have met. The stories about them were still fresh legends of Hogwarts when I started school. Everyone liked them, so maybe that’s where it comes from.”

EMOTIONAL

“Yet another reminder of my similarities to my mum. I can get all worked up over the strangest things. I can go from scarily angry to completely teary eyed in the blink of an eye. I can hold a grudge with an outright vengeance… for about a week. (Dad says Mum used to do that to him as well.) It’s just the way I naturally express myself. I’ve sort of got my hear out on my sleeve. I wear my feelings pretty openly and I’ll let you know how you’ve made me feel.”

BOOKWORM

“I think I mentioned it earlier but I have the damnedest fascination with books. I just read like there won’t ever be another book published. It goes hand in hand with my overactive imagination. I can read a book and picture the whole thing in my head, just like a movie. I can make myself the star if I want to. It’s probably what got me into the whole ‘hopeless romantic’ mess with you-know-who. I just get so carried away with the stories that leap off the page that I can be consumed for hours and be totally happy with that.”

* SO HOW DID YOU GET TO BE HERE ?

“I come from the best parents you could ask for. Sure, my mum can be a little taxing at times, she’s Hermione after all, and my dad can be a bit of a goof. But the things you hear about in the stories are true. They’re good, loyal, amazing people who just happen to have fallen in love in the aftermath of a world on the brink of war and had two very silly children. It sounds like a fairytale doesn’t it? You ever wonder what comes after the happily ever after? Me and Hugo, that’s what.

My parents named me Rose because mom had a thing for the smell of them when she was pregnant with me. She thought it was clever I guess. They gave me my Aunt Ginny’s name for a middle name and I love it. She’s a tops lady and I’m glad to share the name with her. I can’t say my name was super creative but I don’t complain about it either. I think it’s classy and timeless which are both very positive traits.

They had me first, thank God, because as much as I love my little brother I am glad he’s my little brother. We are close, as brothers and sister are wont to be. But I am pretty close with all my family. Anyways, we grew up with means enough to have all of what we needed and a lot of what we wanted. The benefit of having famous parents I suppose. Mum and Dad indulged us quite a bit, but they never let us get spoiled to the point of being brats. We spent tons of time with the family. I have too many cousins to count and I love them all, but especially Roxanne. I think it’s because we were both so much our own people that we bonded. I was and am also very close to Albus, who was always my best friend when Roxanne was too busy being independent to play. Albus and I would play together for hours, making up stories and pretending to me our heroic parents. We look back on it now and laugh. We wonder if we’ll be in the history books someday, considering the direction the wizarding world is carrying on it now. This change to magical technology is fascinating but a bit terrfying and I often find myself wondering when it’ll blow up in our faces, figuratively or literally.

Al and I started school the same year. I think he was relieved to go together. I had no fear at all. I came prepared of course, being my mother’s child. I remember looking around the platform and marveling at the number of people that could be going off to just one school. Dad pointed out the Malfoys and Scorpius, who I was to beat at every test, or so dad admonished. Mum told him not to pit us against one another so soon. Diplomatic? Mum? Apparently so. We got on the train like everyone else and started out new life. I spent the train ride reminding Al of all the good things we’d experience at school. We were part of a legacy after all and I was very proud to carry that banner. It worked out alright, for the most part. The three of us were best of friends until I decided to date Scorpius and it all went a bit… well it’s not great.

I did well all thought school. I got Mum’s brains after all. I really did beat Scorpius in tests sometimes, just like dad wanted, but I also made a friend out of him. He’s actually very charming, thought I suppose I’m not supposed to think about im that way anymore. I’m living my own life now, bad decision and all. He certainly isnt’ not the only friend I’ve ever made, you know. I had a good sized group of close knit friends from all the houses back in school. We’d sneak out and throw little parties in the Shrieking Shack sometimes. It was the best of times. Then we grew up and moved away and soem of us stay in touch. Some of them are even in the trainee program with me, so that’s beeen nice though we’re nearly done there, as well. Hopefully we’ll all stay friendly. I need my own friends now, since both my closest mates probably hate me by now.

* WHAT WOULD WE FIND IN YOUR TRUNKRIGHT NOW ?

Honestly? Probably a mess. Whatever I didn’t need got left in it all jumbled up. Most of my clothes and such are in the wardrobe where they belong and my school things are in my night stand. the trunk is probably holding a multitude of things that are unimportant. Classic muggle cds, a few daydream charms from Uncle George’s shop, that Skiving Snackbox that Roxy gave me last year. Who really knows. It’s probably a downright motley collection. I think there’s that pretty amulet that Lorcan and Lysander gave me this Christmas past. I doubt you’d find anything interesting. All the juicy secrets are hidden away elsewhere…

* WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ?

Hmm. There are so many. I love the smell of rain, especially when it’s been a warm day out and it’s the first rain, pumpkin pie becasue it always takes me back to the Burrow, pine trees, and warm leather, especially the particular scent of Scorp’s leather jacket I bought him for his birthday. It’s wonderful. But you are never to repeat that to anyone! I swear I’ve got an arsenal of hexes just waiting for you if you try it!

I also like to play Quidditch with my cousins, but I don’t play for the house team or anything, it’s not really my style. I also like to just have a fly on my broom. There’s something thrilling and intoxicating about the feel of being suspended high up there with the wind rushing past you. It’s incredible.

A good practical joke is always a favorite of mine. It probably comes from growing up with Roxy and Fred as older people to look up to though. They are just like their da. I love them. Truthfully I feel that way about all of my family. We’re close knit and they’re all amazing people. That also applies to the extended family like 'Uncle’ Neville, 'Auntie’ Luna, and their families as well. Luna is actually one of my favorite people in the world. I love to go visit Lys and Lor on hols and talk to her about things. She’s got the most unique points of view in the whole world and doesn’t expect me to have all the answers. Actually, one of the things I have always loved most in this world is other people. Albus, who’s as close to me as a brother and my most trusted friends. Scorpius, who is more than just a mate, even if it all went terribly and I can’t look at him without my stomach tying itself into knots becasue I’m either anxious or missing him and I don’t really know which… My Aunts and Uncles and cousins. Even my ridiculous little bother Hugo. They all made the world a brighter place just by existing for most of my life. It’s just hard to carry the burden of everyone’s expectations…

I also love silly little things like swimming in the summer, and flirting a bit or going shopping in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Looking at the stars is one of life’s little pleasures, as are new, fashionable, clothes and shoes. Music is also among my favorite things. There are so many things that I enjoy I could tell you about them all day, but I think this is probably enough of my talking your ear off.

Character Questionnaire

Answer at least three of the following questions about your character. This could be in character or a third period explanation.

What does your character value in a friendship? At this point in life she values people who look at her as an individual. Not a cog in a greater machine. She’s been a Weasley, Hermione’s daughter, part of a trio… etc for all of her life and she’s been trying (in the wrong ways maybe) to buck that co-dependence. SO she wants friends who accept her as she is, who thin of her as her own person, and who don’t put pressure on her to be a part of a legacy.

How would your character describe their own work ethic? Is that an accurate measure of themself? She is a hard worker, to the point of making herself crazy at times, and she absolutely will not admit that. She’ll tell you shes capable and will do her job well, thoroughly, and on time, but she will not tell you that if you put her in a crunch she might work herself to anxiety attacks to get ti don’t on time.

How would a stranger who has just met your character describe them? Right now, probably a bit cold. A bit too sharp. If they’re perceptive perhaps they’ll say those things are an attempt to hid something else, probably hurt and fear. Not rude, exactly, but not soft.

What magical skill or talent is your character most proud of? Her curse breaking. She decided young she wanted to follow after her Uncle Bill in profession and worked very hard to earn the marks to do so. She’s been top of her trainee pool from the start and is on track to head a team when she completes training. This is, to her mind, her great achievement. It’s something she did for herself, telling her Uncle not to give her any recommendation or benefit. That’s worth gold as far as she’s concerned, because unlike going itno the family business or the ministry, she’s not relying on the name of her parents, just her own skill and work ethic.

Para Sample

Rose hadn’t had occasion to throw much of a party since her birthday the previous winter. While the annual ball for St. Mungos had been fun it was a much more prim sort of fun, full of champagne and fine dresses. Rose wanted to spice things up a bit, less mystery and more playfulness.

Back in her Hogwarts days she’d had a party in the shack every Halloween night from her fourth year on. It had been, in her not at all humble opinion, the social event of the year. Costumes required, some years masks as well, and always full of fun and whatever strange concoctions she could come up with. The Alice In Wonderland theme in her seventh year had been her triumph, filled with glowing giant mushrooms for seating and drinks that did all sorts of strange things to you. It was a bonus of having cousins who spent all summer in a joke shop.

So it shouldn’t have been of any real surprise to her cousins when they received invitations to a costumed Halloween after party with instructions to show up at the Burrow after the ball, with their dates if they wished, and enjoy a night out. Rose had already decorated the back yard, making use of the pavilion that had once been the venue of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was decorated now in low light, full of candles and spiderwebs and all the spooky trimmings of a Halloween party. Grandma molly had helped with the food and drink, a boon especially since rose wasn’t much good in the kitchen. Now all she had to do was put on the music and wait for the family to show up.

And they’d better be in costume or she’d have their heads.

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anyways I dont think.. the stobotnik entire relationship is that "homoerotic", but probably some feelings here and there. a lot of it is because of stone's deep seated admiration and sort of Need for ivo's special attention cuz he doesnt give it to anyone else like at all, and after being in cahoots with him for so long, he can kind of tell when his anger is just ivo being ivo and when to actually feel bad cuz ivo has pretty bad skills when it comes to Peopling nice. ivo half respects stone half doesnt rlly know what to feel about him because... wow, an almost decent human? nahh... I hate him... he's a normal person.... right?

stone wouldve definitely liked ivo enough by the point of the movie to make ivo basically his first priority. I find it sad that no one talks about the smaller things between them, like when stone went to see if ivo was okay (before ivo iconnically grabbed his jaw/teeth) and when he was basically shut down he was like "no, I thought that maybe I should check to see if you were okay" like babie 🥺 he definitely cares about ivo, not just because his admiration but more like despite it, because deep down he kinda sees ivo as an equal after all these years no matter how high ivo's horse is.

ivo is just very bad with being nice to people and identifying emotions other than just.. BIG BRAIN MOMENT IM SMARTER THAN U TEEHEE I GOT SMOOTH BRAIN HAHA 🐒🐒🐒 plus being angry. and that's kinda funny to think because he's supposed to be the biggest smartest guy on earth but he doesnt know how to treat others right!! he most likely thinks that if he doesnt be brute and rude af he wont get by in the world (something from his past orphan life, perhaps? or perhaps gettin bullied gave him that idea? became the bully out of desperation?) and after training himself he just became the bully I guess.

so here he is, thinking he's got the world in his hands and living life how he planned to with being evil and mean but OOPS! 🤭 here comes agent stone to be his assistant for probably 10+ years and they're INSEPARABLE. ivo thinks he can do everything himself but take away his stone for a few hours and he realizes how lonely it is around the place and how much he misses his lattes and stupid generous offerings of company from stone.... bums him out a little bit. but he wouldn't show it. the moment stone gets back he's probably gona be put right back to work but he would be overjoyed to have his assistant returned. he doesnt DEPEND on stone by any means, he doesnt even need an assistant!! if he wanted he could just do everything himself, but no. ivo allowed stone into his life and despite how many times he goofs up or does something to piss him off a little he still keeps the guy around!

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by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times.... 

「 diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day. 

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming….. 

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps.  i hate her 

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. 

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way.  little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! 

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

 girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? 

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. 

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

 ppl who she runs track with. 

someone she’s trying to make a zine with. 

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

[askmyboys]

David J Vinson

Name: David J Vinson | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Alien | Occupation: Doctor/Surgeon | Age: uuuhhhhh??? | Height: 4'6" (thats disguised as a human, in his real form he's a good 10ft or taller) | Hair Color: Lime Green (his hair is usually kept up in a man bun/ponytail however sometimes he'll just let it f l o w) | Eye Color: Also Lime Green (thats his MOST favorite color shh) | Appearance: He usually wears his normal doctor/surgeon attire, he works... a L O T- like holy shit this fucker seems to absolutely l o v e his job! However when he's not working, he usually wears turtlenecks or hoodies, he loves their soft comfyness, it feels good to him... He doesn't like revealing too much of his body anyways, bc he d o e s technically have a belt he wears that was designed specifically to disguise him, he can't let people see that! So long sleeved clothes n pants for him a l w a y s. He has a circle beard (so original lmao), and surprisingly enough a few scars, hmm wonder what caused them... Oh well. Now, his actual form- since he's an alien ya know- like its not that complex tbh im too lazy for that, but it doesnt mean he isnt any less dangerous, his form is... well, his entire being just looks like he's made out of some form of slime n jello, something of that sort, he's all goopy n drippy with lime green slime! He d o e s have normal limbs in this form, like normal legs n arms but their just slime in a way- but he usually has tendrils extending from his back all the while (gotta be intimidating!) he also has sharp teeth and Electric Blue eyes in this form. | Personality: Now... He isn't REALLY cruel or malicious, its just... he needs humans brains to survive, its his food source (he can't eat any human foods or it makes him deathly sick, he doesn't need to drink anything, it'd probs have the same affect on him anyways) but tbh, even if he c o u l d eat human food, I still say he'd go for the brains, its in his nature and tbh at this point its just all he knows, he is actually quite friendly! And always encourages people and tries to keep them from panicking when he's performing an operation, he never lets them feel any pain of course, he makes sure to give them the anesthesia always before performing any kind of surgery (usually the "surgery" is legit just getting their brains which... does kill them but hey! at least they feel no pain! so thats uh, a plus) He might be very happy, outgoing, and friendly but that doesn't mean he can't become irritated and angry at some people, its usually when a human comes by and keeps asking him certain questions, or if their getting suspicious (which also scares him), orrr if they start fighting him and hurt him, that just upsets him (tl;dr: outgoing, friendly as can be, p happy, he isn't cruel or malicious, he doesn't w a n t to cause any harm to a person, so anesthesia all the way- which if they didnt have that sorta thing he... he actually doesnt know what he'd do, he doesn't like to hear the screaming and crying, but he's just... He's just gotta get food in order to survive, thats just how it is) | Side Facts: Aside from him having to p much do... all that bad stuff, he's not TOO upset about it! Unless they start screaming or crying before he can get them under anesthesia, then he's just... really bummed n upset, BUT aside from that, he actually does like Earth... Its a nice pleasant place for the m o s t part anyways, he absolutely LOVES animals, he never seen them on his home world, they didn't have these creatures humans called "puppies" "kittens", etc- but he absolutely loves them- he could NEVER take any animal brains, hell even with humans he does try to single out the bad ones but sometimes, it just... can't be helped, he's gotta have food! But he'd absolutely refuse to take an animal (or an- ahem, offspring's brain for that matter), children don't deserve that kind of thing, anesthesia or not, the offspring hasn't even got a c h a n c e to live their life yet! He isn't cruel... He'll give them that chance. Now... He will get irritated with too many questions asked, he doesn't have time for the typical human questions, he has things to do! He also gets scared and nervous if their starting to get suspicious of him for, well, virtually anything... He CANNOT let himself be found out otherwise he fears the worst, even despite being a doctor n such, he does actually fear them or scientists mostly, he doesn't want to be opened up and put on display for the humans, that's just no good! So he does technically have a fear he just hides it so he can get by in life and keep existing for... well, however long he has left. Oh- and he does love to observe various animals, he's almost c o n s t a n t l y taking notes on them or drawing them/stuff about them.

[ask-the-toy-box]

Chapter 2

    Twilight looked out at her front yard, it was currently full of Storm Creatures standing around awkwardly looking for something to do, oh, and one hedgehog that was currently waddling his way over to her.

   “Got something for us to do your princessness?” He asked with a smile. “We can do anything, RIGHT GUYS?” He shouted to the yard causing all the Storm Creatures to run over and bum rush the princess like a pack of hyper dogs.

   “We got’s all sorts of skills!” “We can juggle!” At this one of the Storm Creatures produced several small balls and preceded to toss them in the air.    “We can mow grass!” Twilight wasn’t sure where that Storm Creature had found a yard clipper but he was pushing it across her yard cutting down all her yummy grass. “We can rub our tummies and pat our heads at the same time!” Declared another. At least they are eager to help she thought to herself, but she didn’t know what she could have them-

   “OH!” She knew exactly what to do. “There is a job board at the mayors office, their’s bunch of things you guys can do there!” “Come on lets go!” Twilight wasn’t paying attention and grabbed Grubber up in her magic and set him on her back as she headed towards town, but she only got a few feet before turning around. The entire army was following right behind her, she was about to order them to stay at the castle but they looked so eager and happy she didn’t have the heart. Fortunately she had given the town a heads up about Tempest’s arrival so there wasn’t mass panic when they strode into town, but a few ponies panicked anyway.

   “I could get use to this!” Grubber said from his perch upon Twilight. “Tempest never carries me anywhere!”

   Twilight only realized what she had done after he started talking. “Oh my, I’m sorry, Im so use to Spike, but he’s off helping Rarity and Fluttershy in the big city, I guess I miss him and you’re about the same size.” “I picked you up out of habit.”

   “It’s no thing.” Grubber said waving it off. “I miss Tempest and you’re purple like her and really cool like she is, and and *sniff* I got something in my eye.” He couldn’t finish.

   Twilight levitated him off her back and set him down in front of her, they had arrived at the town hall but before they went inside Twilight put a hoof around the squat hedgehog and gave him a hug. “Well while both of our friends are gone we will have a good time so we can tell them all about it when they get back ok?”

   “That sounds great!” Grubber’s face splitting smile was back.

   Twilight, Grubber, and fifty three Storm Creatures were crammed into the town hall building and currently in front of the job board. Twilight was reading of jobs and getting volunteers.

   “Ok, we need someone who can bake bread?” Twilight saw a hand go up in the back, she levitated the ticket to the eager Storm Creature who promptly waded out side after plucking it from the air. Luckily Twilight had made copies of a map of Ponyville so with an address the creatures could find their own way.

   “Ooo, up next is a mowing job!” An excited ‘WOOT’ could be heard and the yard clipper was hosted proudly into the air.

   “This one calls for a party planner!” Pinkie along with her sister were visiting their parents for the Spring Festival leaving the town with out the number one party planner. This job went to the juggler.

   “Um…” Twilight looked to Grubber hesitating. “There is a baby sitting job.”

   “BABIES!?” a shout came from the sea of Storm Creatures, and suddenly several furry monsters were thrown up into the air as something large forced it’s way to the front. “I will baby sit!” What stood before twilight was no doubt a Storm Creature, however it was a head taller then the rest, but slimmer, and, where as the rest had just a hint of a mohawk in their fur, this one had long hair that stuck straight up except for the top most which fell down in front of it’s face. The tips of the mohawk were died pink.

   After getting over her shock Twilight realized this one was female, she didn’t think these things were they type of life forms that had genders. It held out its paw and it took the princess a moment to realize that she wanted the job ticket. “Oh right here you go, but…, just, I want to be honest, please don’t get up set if they turn you down ok?”

   “Why would they turn me down, babies couldn’t possibly be safer when with me!” She proudly boasted. “I would fell a dragon to protect them!” And with that she turned and shoved her way to the exit.

   Twilight looked back over to Grubber. “I didn’t know there were female ones.”

   Grubber looked confused. “Of course there are female Stormies, why wouldn’t there be?” “That would just be silly.” “We just don’t have any others then Susan, that’s her name by the way, cause lady ones are very dedicated mothers so once they have cubs they quit, the Storm King tried to take a young one from a mother once and nearly lost an arm!” “That was a fun day, even Tempest couldn’t win against an angry Stormy mother!”

   In the end Twilight ran out of job tickets before running out of Stormies, but she already had a plan for that. “All right, everyone follow me, I know a farm that is short hoofed and always willing to accept a helping, um, paw!” With Applejack out at Appleloosa, Applebloom and Big Mac had an extra helping of chores thrust upon them this week, but their work load was just about to be lightened by fifteen extra claws, give or take.

   Starlight sighed, it had been hours and all her attempts at small talk had fallen flat, the weather was nice, that sports team none of them cared about had won, and she had been smart enough to NOT try to bring up politics. Maybe if Tempest wasn’t seated between her and Sunset the two of them could have kept the conversation going. For her part Tempest was keeping a watchful eye on the map the compass and the ground below so at least they wouldn’t get lost. Starlight opened her mouth trying one last time to start some dialog but was interrupted by Sunset.

   “There’s a boy I like back home, in that other world.” Sunset was blushing slightly embarrassed by the confession. Starlight squealed in excitement, Tempest glanced at Sunset and raised an eyebrow.

   “Have you told him how you feel?” Both Tempest and Sunset asked in union but their tones were far from identical.

   “I haven’t told him, his name is Flash, I dated him back when I was full of hate, I just wanted to leach off of his popularity.”

   “Worried that he will still resent you for that?” Tempest asked.

   “No, in fact I think he has been hitting on me recently.” Sunset paused. “It’s more related to what you said, I’m forgetting how to be a pony, what if things work out, we will be graduating soon, if I get married then I really won’t move back to this world.”

   “Do you want to come back?” Starlight asked.

   “It’s not like I want to leave that world, but I don’t want to abandon this one.”  “And if we had kids, would they come out normal or as some freaky centaur?”

   Tempest snorted at the centaur line. “I don’t know about your kids, but it’s not impossible to live in two worlds, even ones as far apart as these, just get a summer home here and visit during vacations, teach your kids about their pony heritage or move here if they do turn out to be freaky centaurs.”

   “I…well, that, that’s not a bad idea, it seems so simple when you put it like that, I feel kind of stupid now.”

   “Don’t, problems are easy to solve when they are not your own.” Tempest reassured her. “I’m sure there are details that will have to be ironed out, such as rather or not this Flash would even want to visit this world.”

   “That’s a good point, plus the girl he use to like lives here.”

   “WHAT!” Startlight pushed past Tempest. “Who is it?” “Do you want us to chase her off?” “We could do that, right Tempest?” She looked eagerly over to edgy pony but was disappointed by the slow shake of her head.

   “Think about it, from what I’ve heard from you two only one other has been to that world.” Tempest nodded as Starlight’s eyes got big.

   “YOU WANT TO STEAL THE PRINCESS’S STALLION!” She cried out shocked.

   “No I don’t! I let Flash use the notebook to talk to Twilight.” She levitated her magic notebook out of her saddlebag for a moment showing it off before putting it back. “They realized it was a love that never could be and sort of broke up, even tho they never really dated.” “And I told her how I feel, she wished me luck, and told me I better not hurt him or she would give me ‘such a lecture’.”

   “That had far less drama then I was hoping.” Starlight was a little disappointed.

   “Alright, enough of my problems lets change the subject!” Sunset said with a smile, she did feel better.

   “There was one thing I wanted to ask you Sunset.” Tempest pointed a hoof at the sun like cutie mark on Sunset’s flank. “What is your talent anyway?”

   “Fire, hot unquenchable fire!”  “What about yours?”

   “Explosions, big powerful electric explosions!”

   They both turned to Starlight expectantly.

   She rolled her eyes but indulged them anyway. “Magic, over powered magic!”

   “You know that’s cheating.” Sunset huffed. “You guys with generic talents are absurd!”

   Starlight laughed, soon the others joined in. With the ice broken the trip started to get interesting.

Back in Ponyville Karen did get the babysitting job.

Art by @pencilbrony

[kiyoitsukikage]

First Databook Character Sheets

Yoshi! @silalcarin asked me to do Hinata's concept art + Masashi-sensei's inteview (which, I discovered, is not really an interview, but a description of the pictures).

To be honest, I might have misinterpreted your request (maybe you just wanted the part regarding Hinata), but the interview was very interesting and I got carried away (especially after I saw that there was also something about Jiraiya). So...

Some terms you’ll meet in this interview:

- 設定 settei. I translated it with “setting”, “creation”, “design”, “character sheet” and so forth. Basically, it’s a character’s or a place’s concept art, to be used as a reference (it can be both for the artist’s staff, for the animators or for the artist himself, for later uses).

- 先生 sensei. It obviously means ‘teacher’, but it’s also the form you use when you speak to artists who became famous in their field: when they say sensei here, they mean Masashi Kishimoto.

- イメージ ime-ji. I often translated it with ‘mental image’. It’s a loanword from the English ‘image’, sometimes used as a verb meaning ‘visualise’. It has mostly to do with the author’s imagery of the world.

- 世界観 sekaikan. Literally, the ‘vision of the world’ (I translated it with various words). It’s the outlook of the fictional world, how the world of Naruto looks like. In this interview, it’s mostly used with the expression ‘slightly off’ (when Masashi-sensei decided to discard an idea because it would sound inconsistent/weird in the Narutoverse).

- 読切 yomikiri. ‘Non-serialised story’ (though I should have translated it as ‘one-shot’ or ‘pilot’ probably), as opposed to the Naruto serialisation. I guess they’re referring to this one. I think that’s something a newbie artist draws for manga editors, a sort of let’s-try-and-see-if-the-readers-like-the-story.

- 打合わせ uchiawase. I translated it as “preparatory meeting”, I guess that’s something the artist and the producers do before publishing stuff. It can also mean “previous arrangement”.

- 担当 tantou. Translated it with “the ones in charge”, maybe I should have gone with “supervisor” or something. But, ah, you get the idea.

There. The numbers correspond to the pictures. Anything between square brackets is something I added up to clarify my translation.

[Sideband:] Character sheets

The Nine-Tailed Mythological Fox Spirit

1

“This is the non-serialised Naruto”

The non-serialised Naruto had the appearance of a human, but he was a fox inside.

Though in the present setting the mythological fox spirit is sealed inside Naruto…

Before the serialisation was decided, I changed it in a preparatory meeting with the ones in charge of it.

The demon fox is intense, they said.

No matter if he takes a human shape, he’s a fox really, then the readers won’t be able to sympathise with Naruto… they said.

And I also ended up thinking something like… “that’s pretty true” (laugh).

2

“This is the Nine-Tails drawn for the first time”

This is the Nine-Tailed Mythological Fox Spirit I drew in the spur of the moment as the image expanded [in my mind].

And then, since I was pleased with it, I used it as it is also in the main event [as opposed to preparatory sketch].

I traced it with a lightbox (laugh).

For this reason, I drew nothing but that after all, the Nine-Tails (laugh).

However, also the appearance of the present world of “Naruto” spread from it in some respects. Of course, also things like the creation of the characters and the development of the story expanded.

So it’s like the concept art drawn in order to transmit the story and the setting to the staff, when you make a movie.

 [I always rejoice internally when I see an awesome artist being a lazy bum. Because retracing a previous painting is something I’d totally do.]

The faces on the Hokage Rock [lit: the Hokage Face Rock, though I couldn’t find a corresponding term in English – it’s only called the ‘Hokage Rock’]

1

“There was a dog”

That’s the only thing that could upset the present appearance of the “Naruto” world from the root (laugh).

As a matter of fact, the Third Hokage was a dog, at the beginning.

He was the dog the Second Hokage had, an exceptionally awesome dog, so I tried to make him elected as Hokage in the setting.

Though I thought “It’d be interesting if a dog stood at the summit of the village, what would happen…”

However, in the end I thought that it would be slightly off with the appearance of the world, and I gave it up.

That’s why the present Third was supposed to be a dog.

So I changed it right before the serialisation, erased only the face of the dog in a hurry and it disappeared in the trash (laugh). I used the other parts as they were though.

Hokage

[Actually I’ve read a post long ago in Tumblr where they answered exactly that question, and my greatest regret is that I haven’t saved it and now I can’t add a link here, because it was freaking hilarious]

2

“There’s a heinous face (laugh)”

My mental image of the Hokage wasn’t quite settled at first. The first and the Second… I had put an x-mark on the First, but they haven’t changed much from now since the mental image in relation to these two was good enough; however, the Third and the Fourth Hokage are impressively different.

The Fourth had a rather heinous face (laugh).

Well, I had various things going on in my mind.

Design sketches 

1

“The Grass Nin looked like a troop”

The Grass Nin looked like a troop but they couldn’t convince me and I changed them. So, I drew them again, but… this guy (on the bottom right) suddenly turned into Orochimaru, so… finally I was pleased with it and made up my mind about various things (laugh).

2

“Lovable pugs”

They are the ninja dogs I thought about when Kakashi uses the Earth Release: Tracking Fang Technique. There’s also Pakkun. I like pugs, because they’re cute (laugh). When I drew him, while I made them chat about various things in my imagination I expanded the character’s personality.

3

“The mental image had almost settled”

The jōnin I thought about before the serialisation began… I mean, the design sketch of the sensei and others. If you look at them, it’s already clear who was going to become which character. Well, if the mental image came clearly, I kinda made up my mind in one shot (laugh).

4

“I just drew it out of fun”

That’s just what I drew out of fun, right (laugh). This was what I drew once to convey my mental image of Hinata to my assistant though. I intended to draw it being aware of the appearance of the world, but… it turned into a more modern-style girl (laugh).

Discard

1

“The huge guy was deleted…”

He reached the level of rough sketch, but the just huge and unattractive guy was likely to be deleted from the moment he appeared already. In the preparatory meeting with the people in charge, we ended up saying “he doesn’t make your heart throb from a reader’s point of view, right?”.

Moreover, it was the scene that shows Gaara’s first battle, so I resolutely drew it again.

[In the first caption, it says 金太郎とペットのポチ Kintarou to petto no Pochi. I’m unsure about the meaning, I guess it’s the ‘pet called Kintarou’. Apparently, petto no Pochi is  something like ‘Spotty the pet’ (pet with a ridiculously common name).]

2

“I planned to use it in the Land of Waves volume”

Originally, there wasn’t Zabuza and I had planned to use this character. But I gave it up for the same reason of the discarded character of the page before. (Ah! It’s the character I had made earlier, haha…) I think just about the fact of making the enemy characters entry on stage, that is, how they’re likely to hurt the protagonists. [Twisted sentence here: I guess he means that when he creates villains, he also need to think how they’ll look appearing on the scene and the impact on the protagonists.]

3

“Serious taste…”

Naruto had just graduated from school so I thought it was okay even if I made him act in a funny way. However, it had turned completely like a story set in a school [学園もの gakuenmono I think it’s intended as a manga genre]… I had forgot about the whole “ninja” thing.

Sound effects lettering

Appearance pattern

1

“That’s incredibly unskilful”

That’s sound effects lettering practice. They’ve been incredibly poor from the time of the non-serialised story (laugh). I often practiced using various comic strips as a reference. Well, even now they’re not my strong suit really (laugh).

2

“Having a mental image of moving pictures”

It’s the thing in which I drew some pattern of the production of the scene where a ninja appears, or the scene where they disappear, having a mental image of moving pictures. Once inside your head, the action turns into a moving picture. Then, you draw thinking about the composition you cut out from there.

Signature

[The pictures in which he practiced his signature say (in this order): Masashi (with the ma and sa character written as one), Masashi (all linked together), Kishimoto Masashi (stand-alone characters), Kishimoto (above) Masashi (below, ma and sa together), Kishimoto Masashi (current signature).]

3

“That’s Naruto’s face together with the signature”

When I write my signature, I put the face of the protagonists. Well, that looks like the practice of that. The Naruto I drew here are all smiling, but I often thought what kind of expression I should do.

4

“I decided on the spot”

When the serialisation was decided, some friends came and saw me. So, make us an autograph, they said. That time, I ended up saying “Crap… I haven’t thought about my signature!” (laugh). I decided on the spot. Saying “Which should I choose, let’s do this” with my friends.

Jiraiya

1

“At the beginning, [I decided to] make a fatty middle-aged man”

I had decided from before the serialisation that Jiraiya would certainly appear even in “Naruto”, because of his fame in various ninja legends. At the beginning, I decided that I’d make him a fatty middle-aged man… that he’d transform in an unattractive-faced middle-aged man (like the picture at the very top) when he got angry or excited seeing pretty girls. That that’s why he got stronger when he transformed, but not good-looking. However, I thought that drawing him differently would have been troublesome (laugh). Though he was also supposed to use frogs that are carried on both his shoulders, in the same illustration.

Once, I made them do a two-man comedy act in the character sheet called “Husband and Wife Frog” (laugh).

However, it was difficult from the prospective of the design, so I also give it up…

  [I love how he dug out his old ideas, years later, to create Fukasaku and Shima and Jiraiya’s Sage Mode.]

Summoning Animals

2

“The oriental dragons and western dragons are different” [Actually, it’s “dragons and dragons are different”, with the first being ドラゴン doragon, the transliterated English word dragon, and the second being 竜 tatsu, the Chinese dragon]

This is the dragon I drew thinking that I’d make it Naruto’s summoning. In my mental image, Chinese dragons have a thin body. And western dragons are chubby and have big feet. So, that is an overly fat Chinese dragon (laugh). It became fat and looks like a western dragon…

3

“Speaking of ninjas, there’s the mental image of frogs”

That’s Gamabunta’s first design. But in the preparatory meeting, since he’s a toad I added warts and made him a toad. Then, I also decided to make him express himself in the Hiroshima dialect. So, I said “I come from the Okayama prefecture, near Hiroshima, so leave it to me” (laugh).

Frontispiece

1

“It’s a compilation of ideas”

Before the serialization, I drew some reasonable ideas for the frontispiece. I’ve almost never used them though (laugh). However, the picture in which [Naruto] is gardening appears (JC vol.3 pag.86).

2

“Imagining Naruto that makes graffiti”

That’s what I drew while thinking in what way I could make Naruto paint graffiti on the Hokage Rock.

It’s also the picture I thought I’d use in the first chapter, yes.

3

“I discarded it myself”

I drew it to use as the first chapter’s frontispiece, but when I thought that to point Naruto’s gaze towards the readers it became unnatural, so I discarded it. It was also slightly off with the appearance of the world (laugh).

Clouds

“Anyway, I love clouds”

That’s the thing in which I just drew Naruto and clouds imagining a moving picture, not to use or not use it.

I’ve liked clouds since I was a child, and also the sky (laugh). That’s why I love things like comics where there are clouds and the sky, and fantasy in which the clouds are whirly like the “Neverending Story” (laugh). I think I want to draw something like that once, too, though. It’d be nice one more whole chapter, a story in which they fly among the clouds (laugh).

...phew, that was long. But very interesting (artistically speaking)~

EDIT (CLARIFYING TRANSLATION)

So, @silalcarin asked me to include in this post something we've discussed about.

Her question was: Were Ibiki, Iruka, Kakashi, Hinata, Anko, etc., were all of these character sketches the earliest concept art? Were these characters the earliest characters Kishimoto created after Naruto himself?

(Apparently, there's a dispute about whether Sakura was created before Hinata or not. Silalcarin also provided me with a translation, made by Koshej back in 2013, which you can read here)

My answer: First of all: yes, they are early sketches. The first line of the paragraph says 連載が始まる前に, which is literally “before the serialization began”. I don’t know where that “I have designed the characters at a very early stage." comes from, to be honest: the Japanese raw of the title says イメージはほぼ決まってました, “the mental image had almost settled/I had almost made up my mind”. So, the other translation is not *wrong*, content-wise, but it’s not what the text says (more like a free interpretation of it). As for the order of creation, I admit I have no idea. The text doesn’t clearly say if they’re the very first characters, or if they’ve been created early in general. I think it’s difficult to say which characters he created first… because I remember I’ve seen other character sketches, which Kishimoto provided at the end of some Naruto chapters (I remember there were Iruka, Konohamaru, Kakashi, Sakura and Sasuke as well), together with some other he discarded in the end. Long story short: 1) yes, Anko and co. are pre-serialized sketches, 2) Koshej’s translation is not wrong in general, but mine is closer to the original one (that’s why I had a hard time explaining the terms, and sometimes my translation is almost unreadable), 3) there’s no way to tell which character was created first after Naruto, unless you’re Kishimoto himself I guess (or at least, this databook doesn’t clarify it here).

So, uhmm, that's what I have to say on the matter. Silalcarin also gave me this link (in which you can read further thoughts on the matter)

Last but not least, I feel like to add a link to another interview I translated, from the fourth databook, in which they talk about character creation and such (unfortunately, the part about Sasuke's creation was too difficult for me to translate, so once again I can't give an answer to the question "were Hinata and company created before Sasuke and Sakura")

[emperorren]

You know im kinda hung up on the fact that i feel like the movie should have ended with rey and kylo teaming up and leaving and just ending the movie on that cliffhanger. One of the issues i had with the movie was that i think there were too many climaxes and it made the movie kinda drag in a way. Also i was kinda bummed they teased this grey jedi thing and then didnt follow through with it which was what i was hoping this trilogy would be about

Anon, I for one would have loved nothing more if TLJ ended with Rey and Kylo running away together, but for that to happen—for Rey to accept his offer, leave her duties and her friends at the First Order’s mercy—the whole movie should have been completely different. Rey would have needed to spend more time with the Resistance to see it as flawed and Not The Place She Belongs To, and something major should’ve happened in order to make her alienation so strong that she’d realistically choose to drop everything and join Kylo.

Plus that would make her much darker than Disney/Lucasfilm can handle, I’m afraid. Not dark in a Disobeys-Luke’s-Orders-And-Explores-The-Dark-Side-Hole way, dark in a Oh-My-God-She’s-Actually-Betraying-Her-Friends-And-Abandoning-Them-To-Their-Fate way, you know? This just couldn’t happen with the way TLJ is structured, with the Resistance decimated and cornered and just waiting to die in that cave on Crait. It could have been possible in a movie where the Resistance’s survival isn’t at stake and the climax doesn’t involve Finn, Poe, Leia and Rose literally risking their lives.

Perhaps more importantly, the second act of a story (which TLJ is) is usually when you hit rock bottom, when hope seems lost and the enemy looks stronger than ever and the heroes are in a bad place emotionally or physically or are forced to part ways. Rey and Kylo ending up together would not count as hitting rock bottom—quite the opposite, because they, and their relationship, are the heart of the trilogy. If they find a way to coexist without ripping each other’s throat, so does the galaxy. If it sounds cheesy, it’s because Star Wars is cheesy (in a good way). 

Rey and Kylo are archetypal figures, semigods if you will. The whole Skywalker narrative is, with Anakin’s personal drama deciding the fate of the galaxy at large, and his eventual reconciliation with Luke bringing peace and harmony. The political conflict, the titular star wars, are all but a backdrop, or rather a physical manifestation of this individual/familial conflict. The galaxy lives and bleeds with the Skywalkers. So naturally the fate of the conflict won’t be dictated by space battles, or war strategies or how many big guns the FO has vs how many the Resistance has, the decisive factor will always be purely human and emotional, and yes, it ALL hinges on Kylo’s internal struggle between the light and the dark, good and evil. Rey is much less at conflict, and the narrative has never been one that centers on Rey’s *soul* (read: affiliation with either side of the Force) being in danger or the perils of Rey being seduced to the Dark Side, à la Anakin in the prequels. That’s not what Rey’s story is. She’s a flawed hero, but definitely a hero; there are no prophecies hanging on her head, no evil entities whispering in her head; the very fact that she came into this story is surprising (to the other characters in the narrative), and she’s being built up as the unexpected jedi rising from the depths of Jakku, not as the *chosen one* whom all hopes are pinned on and who inevitably fails (yeah, that was Ben Solo).

So, Rey “falling” i.e. turning to Kylo’s side wouldn’t come across as a TRAGIC moment, because her “fall” simply hasn’t been built up sufficiently. (there’s, like, Luke’s brief teasing about Rey “not resisting” the call of the dark side vagina, and there are glimpses of Angry!Rey in TFA before that, but nothing that counts as actual build up for a “Disgrace! We Had One Hope And She Fell To The Dark!” plot twist. Rey’s anger is never presented as sinister or potentially dooming, but as one of the traits that make her pulse so fiercely in the Force, just as her trauma made her selfless and empathetic instead of… well, Kylo Ren)

(side note - I still have many hopes to see a dark(er) Rey, but I think she’s generally written to be above this sort of dichotomy. Like, Luke was so afraid of the Dark Side Vagina but it was just… water and a mirror for Rey. The Dark Side gave her answers, or perhaps more questions, but didn’t try to swallow her, and she specifically said she felt no fear. The Dark Side is simply not that threatening to her, perhaps precisely because she grew up outside of this good/evil polarization. And because it’s not threatening, it also doesn’t affect her in the way it affected Ben. Which… might or might not have to do with how Lucasfilm chose to depict her gender in relation to her hero status, hm).

So… Rey and Kylo running away together would come across as a positive resolution for the second act, especially at the end of a movie that explores their relationships and shows how wonderfully they work together and how Rey calms Kylo down and brings out the Jedi in him. It would be a HIGH POINT, not a rock bottom. As I’ve said in other posts, I’m fully convinced we are meant to root for Rey and Kylo joining forces, not dread it. Rey and Kylo teaming up is the point, the star war be damned (but not really: they’re in harmony, the galaxy is in harmony. They find balance, the Force is balanced).

So they had to end up on opposite sides (the second act’s ending has to be angsty and brimming with conflict and despair), but not before the movie shows you that they SHOULD be on the same side, just not… the one Kylo believes is his side right now. And this is why TLJ doesn’t really restore the status quo: at the end of TFA, the general audience didn’t know these two shouldn’t be enemies. At the end of TLJ, we are heartbroken that this union hasn’t happened. And Rey and Kylo are too.

Re: the grey jedi, I used to stan it before, but now I think it’s a concept that kind of removes the conflict between the two extremes of the Force, and that conflict is at the heart of Star Wars. It’s a little too convenient, and I think the balance is a harder thing to achieve than just starting a reformed Jedi order that is now allowed to have a 30% darkness with no consequences, you know what I mean? A third way—grayness, if you will—is certainly possible, and I suspect they’re eventually going there with Ben’s endgame, but has to be more complicated than that.

As for the climaxes, I definitely see your point. The main climax (the throne room scene) retroactively feels like an anti climax or false climax because of what happens later on Crait, which is bittersweet and confusing because you desperately want to regard that scene as a high point but you can’t because it goes all downhill from there. But that’s why the movie is fascinating, imo. It plays with tropes and standard narrative structure and deconstructs them. The result is not necessarily pleasing to watch, but it’s deliberate. It unbalances the audience, which I think is precisely what this movie wanted to do. It’s a mess and you are left begging for balance in this chaos, and it’s perfectly conveyed that you were just so close to achieving it (with Rey and Kylo) but you didn’t because Kylo is still a mess and he’s not (yet) the man he needs to be. Episode IX will see to that.

[mismagireve]

billy and black dad-am crack

[3:22:55 PM] Super Syntai: on the one hand i enjoy black adam as captain marvel's merciless enemy, who will stop at nothing to destroy his usurper and rule the world [3:23:50 PM] Super Syntai: on the other hand i also enjoy black adam as captain marvel's weird antivillainous uncle, who just wants to be left alone and will occasionally tolerate billy's shenanigans because they're weird magifamily

[3:24:07 PM] [Val] CUBE: consider: [3:24:11 PM] [Val] CUBE: he begins as that [3:24:20 PM] [Val] CUBE: but then sees that billy is a small child who has the powers [3:24:22 PM] [Val] CUBE: and realizes [3:24:28 PM] [Val] CUBE: "well fuck. i can't kill a kid." [3:24:44 PM] Super Syntai: i mean canonically im p sure he hates billy even more for being a kid [3:24:54 PM] [Val] CUBE: canon is WEAK [3:25:12 PM] Super Syntai: plus he came from ancient egypt, the killing of kids is nothing [3:25:27 PM] [Val] CUBE: depends on the race of the kid i suppose [3:25:41 PM] [Val] CUBE: death of the firstborn was pretty intense if they were egyptian firstborn [3:25:57 PM] Super Syntai: [ramses voice] they were only slaves

[3:27:29 PM] Super Syntai: billy probably learns adam's Tragic Backstory (tm) and reaches out to his enemy [3:27:51 PM] Super Syntai: like hey ur family's dead my family's dead, u wanna talk sometime?? [3:28:13 PM] [Val] CUBE: adam: "...... fuck u." drives off in cadillac [3:28:26 PM] Super Syntai: ancient egyptian cadillac [3:28:35 PM] [Val] CUBE: of course

[3:29:41 PM] Super Syntai: black adam seeing billy living in condemned buildings and subways with bums for company and he's just????????????? [3:30:03 PM] Super Syntai: u have the powers of gods why are u not ruling these people and living in a palace [3:30:13 PM] [Val] CUBE: "because i'm not an ASHOOLE ADMA" [3:30:15 PM] Super Syntai: billy's just that's wrong tho [3:30:19 PM] Super Syntai: adma [3:30:35 PM] [Val] CUBE: a facebook notification popped up and blocked my view of the text box.

[3:38:38 PM] Super Syntai: SHIT VAL I GOT IT [3:38:48 PM] Super Syntai: imagine [3:39:01 PM] Super Syntai: billy reminds black adam of his son [3:39:08 PM] [Val] CUBE: aww [3:40:30 PM] Super Syntai: he'd probably have to be really thrown off guard to even notice in the first place [3:40:53 PM] Super Syntai: in his standard murder mode, he wouldn't put the pieces together [3:40:57 PM] Super Syntai: or care probably [3:41:21 PM] Super Syntai: but like if adam and billy ever have to work together on a thing [3:41:34 PM] [Val] CUBE: just like small moments and mannerisms

[3:42:29 PM] Super Syntai: i wanna do the "do you think of me as a father figure" scene from brooklyn 99 [3:43:26 PM] [Val] CUBE: "do you think of me as a father figure, billy batson." "no, i already have one of those. more like a really grouchy older brother." [3:44:55 PM] Super Syntai: black adam looks nothing like billy's dad, but they do have a similar stature and bodytype, so many that would be enough to fool a very tired and possibly concussed billy [3:45:39 PM] [Val] CUBE: http://i.imgur.com/S1yeQEr.png [3:45:44 PM] [Val] CUBE: me

[3:45:53 PM] Super Syntai: black adam telling the smolchild to just go to sleep since he's still mortal and needs it and only barely hears a groggy "thanks dad" [3:45:59 PM] [Val] CUBE: D'aww [3:46:42 PM] Super Syntai: really just has no idea how to compose himself after that.  i mean he's already noticed the similarities between billy and osiris.... [3:47:08 PM] [Val] CUBE: winds up downtown at a bar, drinking heavily [3:47:16 PM] [Val] CUBE: has to have a heart-to-heart talk with batman [3:47:24 PM] [Val] CUBE: "listen. sometimes you just have to adopt the kid." [3:47:29 PM] Super Syntai: "this modern beer is shit"

[3:49:52 PM] Super Syntai: black adam with very egyptian tastes is amusing to me [3:50:29 PM] [Val] CUBE: he is the ultimate hipster [3:50:42 PM] [Val] CUBE: he gets roped into a museum field trip [3:50:56 PM] [Val] CUBE: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, RITUAL PURPOSES. IT'S A HAIRBRUSH." [3:51:17 PM] Super Syntai: ancient egyptian dinglehopper [3:52:35 PM] Super Syntai: billy probably takes adam to the museum with him on a school fieldtrip disguised as his dad [3:52:54 PM] Super Syntai: or other guardian i guess but the teacher probably assumes dad [3:53:52 PM] [Val] CUBE: hot dad

[3:56:14 PM] Super Syntai: billy hastily says his dad is an egyptologist and that's why he's been away for so long and knows so much about ancient egypt [3:57:40 PM] [Val] CUBE: 

"he's an egyptologist." "why is he so... buff?" "an egyptologist bodybuilder." "and angry?" "egyptologist bodybuilder who is very passionate about his work."

[3:58:51 PM] Super Syntai: in the background is mr "theo batson" arguing with the curator about the purpose of a specific item [4:00:20 PM] [Val] CUBE: billy excuses himself to go to the bathroom. returns. [4:00:49 PM] [Val] CUBE: "look, unless you're saying i'm some sort of superhero who can turn things into dust by looking at them, this can hardly be considered my fault!" [4:00:57 PM] [Val] CUBE: an entire exhibit is just a crater. [4:01:15 PM] Super Syntai: i don't think billy has heat vision

[4:10:03 PM] Super Syntai: tbh if they're living together i can imagine black adam getting tired of modern alcohol and making old fashioned beer [4:11:04 PM] Super Syntai: billy is confused that adam has no issues with him drinking said beer and actually encourages it because lord knows billy needs those extra calories [4:11:19 PM] [Val] CUBE: Superman is going to be so angry [4:11:45 PM] Super Syntai: i mean in scotland the legal drinking age is five with parental approval [4:12:07 PM] [Val] CUBE: are you appealing to scotland for responsible alcohol use [4:12:20 PM] Super Syntai: you're thinking of ireland [4:12:39 PM] [Val] CUBE: Both are p tied to liquor [4:12:41 PM] [Val] CUBE: Scotch [4:12:52 PM] Super Syntai: and from tirzah's accounts on the subject, yes [4:13:19 PM] Super Syntai: scots kids tend to be p tame about alcohol since it's not forbidden fruit to them [4:13:29 PM] [Val] CUBE: fair

[4:14:08 PM] [Val] CUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZPHhH36GpU

[4:16:06 PM] Super Syntai: https://www.homebrewersassociation.org/zymurgy/pharaoh-ale-brewing-a-replica-of-an-ancient-egyptian-beer/

[4:16:09 PM] Super Syntai: oh my god [4:16:16 PM] Super Syntai: egyptian beer is sweet [4:16:24 PM] Super Syntai: he would hate modern beer so much [4:17:23 PM] [Val] CUBE: Depends on the beer [4:17:34 PM] Super Syntai: the bitter kind [4:17:37 PM] [Val] CUBE: There's a really great lambic i know that's really sweet and basically not bitter at all [4:17:51 PM] [Val] CUBE: Raspberry, too [4:18:26 PM] Super Syntai: neat [4:19:06 PM] Super Syntai: [Editor’s Note: Mandrake, a member of the nightshade family, should be used with great care. Even with such a small amount of mandrake added, beers made with this plant should not be consumed in large quantities or frequently.]

actually responsible parent black adam??????

[4:19:23 PM] [Val] CUBE: Pfff [4:20:55 PM] Super Syntai: billy is probably limited to one cup per day because of that [4:21:06 PM] Super Syntai: also because the sugar is not good for his teeth [4:21:54 PM] [Val] CUBE: adam would absolutely get into fights with diana though [4:21:57 PM] [Val] CUBE: because greeks [4:22:04 PM] Super Syntai: yes [4:22:08 PM] Super Syntai: wine off

[4:26:52 PM] Super Syntai: mary and freddy probably give black adam so much shit [4:28:06 PM] [Val] CUBE: probs [4:37:26 PM] Super Syntai: honestly do they like.  live together in some apartment, or does black adam just show up occasionally, get mistaken for billy's dad, and billy just rolls with it [4:37:41 PM] [Val] CUBE: the latter, i think