#it just reminds him of his parents and he doesn't want to alienate people in little wood by flaunting his wealth

[echo-goes-mmm]

Go ahead, tell us about the eels.

Ramble.

Tell us your world building fun.

Okay so there's a couple things going on.

The Northernlands has the shortest growing season in the country due to the cold. This means fresh crops and even livestock are limited.

Alternate sources of food are incredibly important, especially in winter.

Enter, the Kiah Great Lake eels. They're exclusive to this lake and its connected river.

The eels are a unique fish, and have several qualities that make them loved in The Northernlands.

First, they're incredibly abundant. You don't have to worry about over fishing them.

Secondly, they're delicious. Fried, smoked, seared, roasted, salted. They're fantastic.

Third, and most important, they're active in winter and easy to fish in all seasons.

Because of all these put together, eels are a staple food in The Northernlands. It's classless; everyone from the lord to the merchants to the peasant folk eat eels.

Even when in peak growing season and harvest time, because they taste so good.

Outside of The Northernlands, it's a different story.

Eel doesn't exactly look appetizing. They're eels.

But due to Rich People Nonsense, the upper classes in other regions import eel at an expensive price. After all, Lord Tenna ate eel at his own wedding! It must be good!

(For example, Ambrose's parents had eel on their banquet tables during celebrations.)

This creates an odd dichotomy. In The Northernlands, eel is as common and cheap as bread.

Everywhere else, eel is like caviar. Rich people food that's expensive and impractical.

So if you're a northerner, suddenly you seem odd and perhaps wealthy if you mention you miss your mom's eel recipe.

In the north, everyone loves a good smoked eel. It unites people. Everywhere else, it's a class divide. No one has tasted eel except for those born wealthy.

[thatnonameuser]

The Red King holds a Bleeding Head

A Wonderland of Yanderes - Masterlist Chapter 1. Heartslaybul Part 5.

"But about your mom, could you tell me about her? She sounds like a really nice lady." Is what you asked.

Because you couldn't help but be a little curious. This is so alien to you that the idea of Deuce loving his mother in a completely wholesome way sounds so outlandish in a world of obsessive love is so hard to comprehend that you can't help but be interested.

Deuce's eyes light up like fireworks at your question. Sure, you might be endearing yourself to him more like this, but still, your pickings on information in this world are kind of slim, so you'll take whatever you can get.

Especially considering the bad ending of this misadventure ends with you sending the rest of your life as someone’s possession.

"Y-You want to hear about her?" Deuce's eyes light up at you, wanting to talk about his mother.

"If you want to." You repeat with the same enthusiasm.

"W-well, she's amazing. She works really hard and...." Deuce's speaks enthusiastically about his mom and all the fond childhood memories he has of her. All the way back to Sam's shop to get another carton of eggs, and all the way back to Main Street. It's shockingly normal, the stories he tells about her, and it has to be one of the sweetest of things you've witnessed thus far.

Until you remember the fact that means Deuce had a relatively normal mother-son relationship, meaning his yandere behavior was caused by something else or, even worse, is intertwined in his very being.

Back on your world, usually, people who became obsessed with someone to the point of doing horrible acts to keep someone to themselves had some sort of trauma or past relationship that pushed them into doing such horrible things.

But so far, everyone that you met was moderately normal. They acted in a way that was completely normal or had some quirks that were somewhat normal in your world. Like Cater's social media addiction, for example.

If they are normal, does that mean that they, no, does that mean that everyone here was just born this way? And they just accepted this behavior was normal? There has to be something more to it, right?

You're struck with a thought as Deuce is talking. He hasn't told you about his dad yet. That's not to say that it's wrong that he doesn't have a dad. It's just for a world that romanisticises a love life and marriage that never ends even when one side of it really, really wants to, it's odd that Deuce's mom is a single mother. Did her darling pass away or something?

Well, it's a question you'd like answered. Because maybe it will answer your other question. The death of a parent is deeply traumatic for a child and can maybe a way to explain the growing madness of the world you're in. So, there is no time like the present to ask.

"Uh, hey, Deuce," you say, and he’s quiet, ready to hear whatever you have to say. You swallow roughly, you hope that this won't go wrong,"... I know that this might be a difficult topic, but....how do you feel about your dad?"

The small smile on Deuce's face sours immediately. You can see anger in his eyes, as if the very reminder of his father's existence is capable of working him up into a fury. Ok, so that was a sore subject.

You quickly backtrack, "I'm sorry if that was a sore subject-"

He shakes his head, but the silent rage that you'd seen before is back as he explains, "I never met him, and he should be grateful I never did."

Shit, were you right in thinking that Deuce's dad was a darling. Had he run away, and Deuce hated him for breaking his mother's heart!?

"You must hate him a lot, huh?" You say uneasily. Given Deuce's delinquent days, he probably would have no qualms killing his father if he got the chance.

"More than anything. After how much he hurt my mom..." he trails off, voice deep with anger.

"How does that work? I thought darlings were the powerless ones, how did he hurt your mom?" Now Deuce is the confused one, he gives you a funny look.

"Prefect, I think you're confused."

"What? But I thought-"

"_____, my mom's a darling...."

Wait, that's possible!? "B-but I thought -" You had thought that darlings basically had no say in how their lives went once in captivity. So wait, if Deuce's mom is a darling, then his dad is...."Oh. Oh! So you hate your dad because of what he did to your mom?"

When Deuce nods, you can feel a rush of relief. So a life in captivity isn't the end all of all darlings and it is possible, and more importantly legal, to escape yanderes. Thank the Seven for that one, and apologies to Deuce's mom for the misunderstanding.

Now, all you have to do is figure the escaping part out before you're saddled with a child. If things get that bad, at least.

"So, wait, how does that work? I thought darlings had to stay with their yanderes?"

Deuce shakes his head, "We're from the Queendom of Roses, and they're pretty strict about that stuff so.....wait, is it not the same in your world?"

"What? No, why?" You say almost automatically. Your world has to be the farthest thing from this one.

"It's just -" He trails off before changing his words,"I've been wondering if your world is anything like ours... But do you not have darling laws in your world?"

"Well...." How can you put this in a way that can't be misunderstood? Your world doesn't believe in whatever psychotic idea this world bases their love lives on. So how can you say it that won't make you sound like a darling.

Maybe you could be honest. Or at least, sort of.

"Well, to be honest, my world doesn't really like the whole darling thing. They think it's abusive."

Deuce looks completely flabbergasted, as if you told him something incredulous. "But that’s not true!"

"But they think it is, besides in a way I kind of get it."

Now he looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Deuce, would you do anything that your dad did to your mom to your future darling?"

"No." He says, completely serious. "I never would."

Well, it's time to crush that idea. "But what if you did it on accident? Maybe you might think that you're protecting them or loving them, but you’re actually hurting them unintentionally.....Do you really want to risk that?"

His serious look on his face falters, and you don't let up. "B-Back in my world, all the stuff you learn about Darlings is illegal. So we're not allowed to do anything to get them no matter how much we want to. It's because everyone thought our treatment of them was too harsh, so they made it illegal."

"But that's not fair," He argues, "what about-"

You aren't going to let him talk about how bad it is for the kidnappers and abusers, maybe a change in perspective will help your argument. "It's not really fair, but I get it. I wouldn't want to be stolen from my family and be forced to love someone else. Would you?"

The look he gives you is conflicted. He's, at the very least, considering what you said.

Is there a chance?

The slightest chance that he can be persuaded out of his yandere ways? Does he care about his future darling want to even risk making her unhappy?

"Prefect?"

"Yes, Deuce?"

"If I-" His eyes avoid yours as he rephrases, "If you were my darling, would you hate me for doing that to you? Taking you away from your friends and family?"

That was- that was one hell of a hypothetical.

Did he know about your status, or is he just using you as an example? Either way...."Would you hate me if I did that to you and your mom?" You dodge the question. You were always going to dodge that question. You were no darling, no matter how much this world says otherwise.

"But pre- _____," Deuce pushes you for a response, as if he needs one to live the rest of his life, "Would you hate me?"

"I would." You say point-blank. And it's the truth. He turns away from you, not wanting to meet your eyes. Still, you're prepared to rub salt into that wound. You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. If he feels guilty, then good. Feel guilty. If he was considering it. Then now he probably won't. And he turns back to you "But you wouldn't do that to me, would you? After all, you're my friend Deuce."

He doesn't reply. Out of guilt, or contemplation. You don't care. And if it fixes him, then you need to be mean about it.

"C'mon, Ace is probably wondering where we are." He nods, still silent.

Maybe there's a chance that you can fix them, just maybe.....

....you weren't cut out to be a baker.

After another grueling hour of making and topping that gargantuan tart, your arms hurt so badly that they felt like falling off. A whole day of exercise is going to make you real sore tomorrow.

How Trey did this for his dorm without pay, you don't understand. Because you didn't even want to do this and you don't even get to eat this delicious looking tart. Thanks again, Ace...

"Finished!" The victory cheer that Ace and Grim let out is the polar opposite of Deuce's.

"Fin..ished." You can't tell if this depressed cheer is because of all the hard work you've had to do, or because of that conversation you had on the way here.

"Did something happen to him while you were shopping?"

"He's still in shock." Oh, probably because he had his whole world being being flipped. But since he clearly loves his mother, you were a little surprised that he was this upset from it. The truth hurts, but it's probably for the best that you let that stab wound scab with a extra helping of salt. "Better let him work through this one himself."

"For sixteen years, I was so sure...." And for sixteen years, you were lied to. If that's what he was talking about.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you."

"Yes, and now we can just give this to Riddle, and this headache is over." And it'll probably won't, cause life is such a dick.

"Hey fam!" And you were right. Another headache comes into the kitchen. Yay! "You look wrecked. Are the tarts done?"

"Ooh, those look sooo cute. Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!"

"Wa-" You don't even have a chance to move out of the frame before the bright flash goes off. Again.

"What, NOW you decide to show up?"

"I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." Or to reap the rewards of all your hard work. But out of everything this could be much worse.

"It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!"

"Ooh finally!" You cheer, clapping your hands. Out of everything you went through in one day, something good will finally come all this BS.

"Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Free food means you don't are about Cater's shenanigans. Unless he takes too much then you're going to be mad.

"Mmm...That smells so good!" For what feels like the first time today you actually agree with Grim.

You take your first bite, and you feel like you've been set on cloud nine. It's delicious. Light, creamy, sugary and nutty. If this world's priorities weren't ass backwards you would consider staying just to try all the desserts it had to offer. You can't help the little jumps you make as you take your second bite.

"Rich in flavour, yet not too sweet...It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!"

"Is that...a good thing?"

"Of course, it is! What I've give to eat these forever!" You say, dreamily. No wonder Riddle threw Ace out. You would've if they ate one of your tarts and they tasted like this.

"Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing." Wait, what was Cater talking about?

"What thing?" You ask mid-chew.

"Oh...that thing." Ok, now you're spooked. What thing?

"Uh, Wanna fill me in here?"

"What's everyone's favorite food?" Kay. Weird thing to say after a mystery thing enters the chat. Wait now Cater's got you doing it, damn it.

Ace, Deuce and Grim all list off their favorite foods, "What about you, _____?" You respond in turn, with your favorite food, still what does that have to do with-

" All right, you've got it.....Let's 'Paint the Roses'!" A spark of magic goes off, but otherwise does nothing.

Regardless, you hit with another wave of deja vu. A set of clubs, and specifically, the three of clubs had been painting the roses red in your dream. So why was your dream connecting with real life?

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Take another bite of your tart and see." You, hesitantly, take a small bite of your tart. But you don't taste the chestnuts, or the cream, or the even the sugar.

You taste home. You taste the birthdays you had with this on the menu. The sad nights where this was the only thing that could cheer you up. That one restaurant that made it perfectly and the nights you tried and failed to recreate it in your kitchen. It's so perfect it brings tears to your eyes.

The taste reminds you of home. A home you can't go back to. That has your friends and family waiting for you. Oh seven, are they looking for you? Are they worried? Are they panicking because you're gone? Even if they saw you leave, who the hell would believe a magic carriage poofed a kid out of the known universe?!

"_____? You're crying..." You instinctively reach up and wipe it away, you really were crying.

"S-Sorry, it really is my favorite food and....and it tastes like home." You say with a sad smile. "H-How did you do that?"

"It's my signature spell. Technically, it's 'overwriting characteristics'. I can change taste, color, smell and whatever. It only lasts for a little while." Well that's both cool and dangerous. Cool, because you can change so many things for a short time. And dangerous, because that whatever is carrying a ton. Does that mean he can change the characteristics of a person? Or a completely erase something from reality for a while? Curiouser and curiouser. "But it is kinda like covering up the real thing hence, 'painting'."

"If I had magic like that, I could be eatin' canned tuna every meal of every day!"

"You would do that, wouldn't you, Grim?"

"That's way better than Riddle's stupid collar magic."

"You love tempting fate, don't you Grim. The last thing we need right now is him popping outta nowhere again." You scratch your fingers through his fur, with a chuckle.

Trey doesn't seem to agree with Grim's compliment, "Oh, Riddle's magic's in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine's just a childish prestidigitation."

Is he insecure about it, or something? His magic is pretty cool, and the only reason you're really afraid of it is because of the fact that changing characteristics is pretty broad.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. Yours is cool in your own way. His is just a little.....dictator-y."

Trey smiles at you, "Thanks, _____." Well, isn't that great. Now all we have to do is-

"Speaking of Riddle-it's too late to give him these now. Let's call it a day and do it tomorrow." Spoke too soon. Great, just great. You think the compliment would have buttered him up a little. Well, at least you just have to barricade your door.

"Don't forget that tomorrow's the unbirthday party. You don't want to be late."

Yeah you're have to go. Mr. Stickler-for-the-Rules Rosehearts wants you to attend so that he can keep an eye on you. Also you should probably go to make sure Ace doesn't fuck it up and get permanently kicked out.

Still, you aren’t looking forward to seeing that red tyrant in all his glory. But when the price to pay is having Ace living in your dorm until you graduate, you have to do it regardless.

"Yu, can I crash with you again? It doesn’t look like I'll be allowed in my own dorm tonight."

"It's not really like I can say no..." You murmur, which is true because you're afraid if angering him, but Deuce and Grim actually come to your aid.

"It isn't right to keep mooching off of ______, Ace."

"Yeah, it ain't! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!"

"What? Guess I'm sleeping outside, then." That's all it took? Really?

"Why don't you go and stay at Yu's dorm," Well, that was a given. Thanks Trey, you didn't expect him to open his big fat mouth, especially after all the kindness he spared you and you in turn, thought you at least buttered him up," -too, Deuce, so you can keep an eye on him?" What.

Great, now you have two people. Two unwanted guests in your dorm, fan-fucking-tastic. That's two people wondering your dorms halls, and sneaking around.

"What fun for you. Ooh, maybe I'll come too!" Aw fuck no. Two was already overcrowding, three was way too many. "What do you say, Yu?" How about, fuck no Cater. You already going have two loose cannons roaming in your dorm, you don't need third.

Trey says what you can't for you much too your relief. "No pass for you." Thank you Trey, even if he did unintentionally, or intentionally since you don't know his motivations, hang you out to dry, that kept on liability to your freedom off your back. "Sorry to dump them all on you, _____. At least it's just for tonight."

"It's no problem." It's very much a problem, but you can't do anything about it. "See you tomorrow."

Till tomorrow, just a little longer it seems.

Just a little longer.

You were exhausted as soon as you went back to Ramshackle.

Having two yanderes in your house was two way too many, but with the day's exhaustion staring you directly in to the face. Half a night of sleep mixed with too much exercise, too much work, too much spent adrenaline, and too many emotions running high is a exhausting combination. And when it finally set in, you could barely keep you eyes open long enough to walk back to Ramshackle. So you were scooped up by Deuce, after a three minute argument between Ace and Deuce, and carried the rest of the way.

The way back to Ramshackle is uneventful, save for Grim's 'demands' for what he wanted for dinner now that the extra tart from earlier was well buried in his belly.

After feeding Grim like the cat he wasn't, you barely had the energy and strength to keep your eyes home as you made dinner. Thank the seven that instant noodles exist here. You didn't really want to cook for your two unexpected guests, but you just want to go to bed. The sooner, the better.

You also tuned out whatever conversation Ace and Deuce were having as you all ate in the lounge, way too tired to actively listen to it. If they asked you anything, you couldn't really remember what they said, you'll worry about that tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, Ace and Deuce hopefully wouldn't bother you tonight, everyone's tired because of today so all you can hope for is that you had a peaceful night tonight.

But that didn't happen, because it's happened again.

Or it's better to say that that strange dream is happening again.

You remember drifting off in the warmth of your scratchy sheets, exhausted from the days events. Only to wake up just like you did last night. With that floaty feeling, making you feel like you were flying in the air and swimming in mud at the same time.

Unnerved, you throw off the covers to escape that uncomfortable feeling. But when you reach out to feel the blankets, you don't feel the scratchy fabric against your palm. Or the lumps of the old springs in the mattress or the warmth of Grim's sleeping body.

You place a hand of his fur but reel back in confusion when you don’t feel the softness of fur or the warmth of the flames on his ears.

"This is....it's a dream, right?" You ask to no one in particular. You get only silence in reply.

But like last time, the mirror glows its pale white light. It calls to you, it beckons you.

So are your dreams trying to show you something, like last time. It had told you about the painting the roses, and you did meet the three of clovers today. So maybe it's trying to warn you of something, something destined to happen tomorrow.

Well, the only way you'll be able to find out is if you try the mirror.

"Do you want me to go through?" You ask, and surprisingly, the mirror ripples in response.

Hesitant, you place your palm on the front of the mirror and, much more gently this time, it pulls you through.

Like last time, you're blinded by a too bright white light, and then you're on soft grass.

The world looks like a more animated version of Heartslabyul now, and you're stuck in what has to be the center of the rose maze.

You turn around, and the mirror that transported you is half buried among the surrounding hedges, showing your bedroom on the other side, just like last time.

But unlike last time, there's no one here.

The greyscale hedge maze is full of half and fully red roses, but there is no one here. Strange.

There are no card soldiers, no Alice and no Queen of Hearts, just en empty wonderland-

You freeze as you feel something hit your foot. You look down and-

He's tiny. That's not even an insult. The little guy is so tiny that you could have stepped on him if you weren't paying attention. He's dressed in a red cloak and has a proportionally tiny crown. And he's desperate pulling on your pants leg to drag you back to otherside of your mirror.

"You're the King of Hearts..." You realise, and the tiny king lets go of you, eyes widening at your recognition.

And then he goes back to yanking you back with all his force. Which isn't much, and he falls over twice in his attempts.

"Hey, wait a second. Why are you pulling me back." Is he trying to make you leave, but the mirror wanted to you come back here for something so could you even leave?

The Red King mimes something rapidly in panic, but he doesn’t say a word. Is he mute?

"Calm down." You object, reaching out to do.....whatever was needed to soothe him. Sure, he's small enough to pick up in your hand, but it's obvious that he's concerned about you. Maybe this has to-

You're cut off mid thought as soon as you wrap your hand around him, another light burst out even more blinding than the first, and you feel the tiny body and fabric in your grasp grow so rapidly, it's almost likely it was magic.

Which is because this is a dream.

You wipe the blinding light lingering in your eyes away with a groan, just as a pair of hands, this time normal sized, grab you by your wrists and pull you in the direction of the mirror.

<You need to leave!> The person sounds so desperate as he pulls you, <If she finds you, she's going to cut off your head! I'm just trying to help you!> You lurch forward as you struggle to blink away the remnants of the flash in your eyes.

You're thrown forward against something. It's hard, cold, and smooth to the touch. You try to pull away from the hard surface, but as soon as you rear back two hands on your back, push you forward. And then your vision finally clears.

<B-But I just saw you- I-It was fine a minute ago.>

What you landed upon is the mirror leading back to your room. From here, you can see Grim dozing away in your bed. The mirror had hardened as if stopping you from leaving till you've accomplished what it sent you to do.

But from this angle, a glare of stray light also hits the cold glass. Because in that's reflection, you can see a face that's all to familiar and at the same time not at all.

The person pushing you is dressed in a royal grabe, colored red, black, and gold, and it's covered with heart motifs. From his shirt to the crimson red jacket on his shoulders, from his buttons to the choker on his neck, tiny red hearts cover his clothing. He's still wearing a red cloak, but now it hangs as a cape rather than serving as his whole outfit. He's a little on the shorter side, about Riddle’s height but slightly taller.

And he looks panicked. No, panicked is an understatement. He looks like he's going to have anxiety attack followed by a mental breakdown.

He's stepped back to think ,or rather grasp helplessly at his ginger hair in abject horror. He's close the actually pulling it out, too. Surprisingly, the crown on his head has managed to stay put despite his frenzied pulling.

He's spiraling into a dark abyss of frenzied muttering. <What am I going to do!? She's going to cut off her head, and then the guards' heads and then my head, and everyone's heads!> Is that what you sound like when you're spiraling? Because he looks and sounds like he's on his last nerve and that nerve is fraying very fast.

Wait.

"Hey.....hey!" You manage to intervene somewhere between his ramblings of heads, and he shuts up as soon as you raise your voice.

<Y-Y-Yes?> He looks at you in fear, as if expecting you to be angry. If your theory is right, then, you can't help but feel sorry for him.

"You are the King of Hearts, darling of the Queen of Hearts?"

You hate the way your stomach sinks when he nods.

[gl1tchr]

Dano Riddler Is Actually A Very Standard Riddler He's Just Wearing A Freaky Mask

I'm gonna ramble here bc I bug the people of twitter way too much with my rants abt Dano Riddler. He is SUCH a good Riddler, he's just Handled very differently to others and I think to the average Riddler fan it's so alien to other interpretations, but he's actually. a VERY STANDARD RIDDLER in terms of his behavior. He's extremely self-centered, arrogant, and petulant. Yes he's suffered genuine trauma, but this absolutely doesn't excuse the fact that he's extremely uncharitable to others, does think himself Above everyone else, and doesn't care who he hurts. Other Riddlers have been abused by their own parents, bullied relentlessly in their youth, etc. and we obviously don't excuse their behavior for that, Dano Riddler is actually VERY CLEVER in painting his crusade as a populist revolution. He's a VERY dangerous Riddler because he recognizes that if he can silently concede some power/spotlight to others, he can gain even more attention and acclaim.

Edward is SO self-centered. He hides behind populist language to rally others to support him BECAUSE LIKE EVERY RIDDLER HE CRAVES ATTENTION AND OUTSIDE VALIDATION. He'll just never admit that. He'll paint this as rallying his troops, speaking for the people, but it's not. It's the exact same reason Riddler does the things he does in every other version - he wants people to SEE him. "Now they'll remember ME - they'll remember BOTH OF US". Your homework is rewatching the "Hey Guys" video but replacing all of his populist verbiage with I, Me, My, etc. instead of We, Us, etc.

"Oh but he puts himself down so often, how can he be arrogant" have you EVER met one of those really obnoxious guys who clearly thinks of himself as some amazing, wonderful dude and he's constantly like "ah I'm just lame, I'm a loser". It's that. His Actual perception of himself is someone who sees past all the "bullshit", and just because he genuinely did uncover corruption of Gotham, this doesn't make him some paragon of truth. He just happened to be in the right field of work to catch the funneling of funds through Renewal.

He also reminds me a LOT of Arkham Riddler the way he blows up on people. When he fusses at Colson for speaking over him, I was getting major Arkham Ed vibes. He stamps his feet and demands the game be played HIS way. Yes most of his breakdowns in the movie and comic are due to his trauma, but I also think a handful of them stem from him just being kind of immature. Specifically the Colson one, and the interrogation scene. I think those two specifically were not breakdowns, they were tantrums because things weren't going his way.

Dano Riddler gets a lot of guff for being a "sympathetically written" Riddler. He really isn't, people just find Paul Dano's performance very fun and he is - as we can all admit bc we are big boys and girls - very cute. But if he were maybe more off-putting, I think it would be clearer that he's actually a VERY standard Riddler, just in very unfamiliar packaging. And I think his evolution over the series is going to reveal more of his mean, bad natured behavior.

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[weebsinstash]

hey, can I have more husband and wife family dynamics with thragg? maybe more about her pregnancy or the kids' childhood/baby time?

Sure can! It's been pretty fun writing about potential scenarios where this monstrous piece of shit can actually feel love. First and foremost I was watching a video on YouTube going over this scene again and uh Comic Readers KNOW How Fucked This Man Is. um, out of context vague spoilers but, I'm assuming people asking about Thragg have read the comics or are curious about the comics but like yall Need To Know how he treats the kids of his enemies

I feel like I need to share/remind people of this scene because like, this man can be kind of hard to pin down. He's from this loveless society that sees kindness as weakness and he's like King Dickhead but there are still times when he can be quite courteous, even apologetic, sarcastic, whatever. I think at the end of the day he's just a very selfish, explosive, emotionally impulsive man but revisiting this scene was a little surprising for me since I forgot he was even like, capable of "small kindnesses" like saying sorry or whatever. Like. Is him wiping her tears while smearing blood all over her face a well intentioned accident or is he like waging psychological warfare on this like, i think she's literally 5 years old. What is the purpose of him apologizing to a child for splashing blood of her family member on her when he intends to kill her or leave her for dead in front of her dying parents anyways. I'm still trying to get a feel on this man

THAT BEING SAID, moving on, we're talking about a yandere Thragg today and thankfully that comes with perks

- it's pretty obvious but like, you are his favorite mate and your children are his favorite children. I like to think of concepts with Reader being Ursaal and Onaan's mother or even the previously mentioned triplet idea with Mark being their sibling (otherwise I'd have to invent new characters and that doesn't, resonate the same, and I also really like Ursaal actually and I feel like there's some real story potential in Ursaal discovering more of her humanity through her mother's kindness and wanting to protect her mother from her father)

-can you imagine like. I still think about the idea where you're actually Nolan's mate but one day you mouth off to Thragg and he "puts you in your place" in front of Nolan as a punishment to you both and like a month later you find out you're pregnant and, I imagine abortions are only done on Viltrum if the fetus is too weak or defective, so you're forced to carry it and you and Nolan are lying that it's his and then one day Thragg just, passes by, sees your swelling tummy, takes one sniff of you, "it's mine" and demands a paternity test. And you'd think, "oh surely he'd just take the baby" which is what you'd prefer but, no it becomes a pretext for him to steal you from Nolan altogether

-you're fed incredibly nutrient dense, protein packed, ultimate pregnancy food because Thragg wants those babies as healthy as possible. Thragg has probably had other alien kids before but these are his first hybrid or nearly fully Viltrumite children and that makes them special. New dad Thragg holding up these little absolute mammoths of newborns with all their chunk and pudge and rolls and he's just so proud, "look at how robust these children are! Surely they have inherited my strength! Fine additions to the Viltrum Empire were born on this day" and you're like half awake in bed and he just, pets your hair

-ok just. Ok just picture it like. You're pregnant and upset and so stressed out because you didn't want to be Nolan's mate after he helped conquer Earth but at least you had known him and liked him initially. You're just constantly stressed out and angry and watching every single word you say around Thragg because you don't know him or what he's capable of, but I imagine a sort of scenario where he's taking you to the doctor and running tests and procedures and just, you know prenatal checkup stuff, but the doctors are all speaking to Thragg instead of you, you aren't even being told your own test results, and the two of you finally arrive back home and you just break down crying and kind of tear into him, "I'm sure YOU have had lots of kids before but I'VE never had a baby before and I don't know what to expect or what's going to happen or- or -" and you're just bawling because, it's not a lie you're scared. You're having a baby and you're gonna be a new mom and it's entirely against your will, out of your control, and that's incredibly stressful. And this becomes a moment where Thragg actually shows some humanity by sitting you down and discussing the doctors visit with you, and that's one of the first times the two of you actually have a civil, extended conversation

Thragg thinking he's so fucking big and tough and then he sees you this little fragile fleshy untrained civillian with the big teary boo hoo eyes with your shaking hands on your little belly as you cry about being scared about giving birth to his baby and he's just, "shit I DO have feelings" and immediately feels the overwhelming need to comfort you. He'll comfort you under the guise of "stress isn't good for the children" which is true but, it's him blanketing his own concern and masking it under an excuse

-I kind of feel like that hypothetical event would be like, a footnote in your relationship. He starts treating you differently, attentive in new ways, more... emotional ways. He'll stop by while he's working on a break or something to check on with you and the assigned caretakers he has guarding you (because the very second you're confirmed pregnant you have 24/7 security) and he'll awkwardly grunt out questions about, have you eaten yet, are you experiencing any pain today, any discomfort, any new symptoms. He'll check in with your guards/nannies privately about if there's anything you're doing that he needs to know about, give tou a nice husbandly shoulder touch and then (reluctantly) getting back to work

-to be blunt part of me questions if he even has sex to create children or if he uses something akin to IVF and I only say this because of the absolute ASSEMBLY LINE he sets up on Thraxia. Trust me though he beats the kitty up with you CONSTANTLY

-I actually think after giving birth is like the ONE time you're allowed any birth control because apparently if you have too many pregnancies in too close time frames it actually sucks the calcium out of your bones and can give you osteoarthritis and Thragg wants you healthy, "for more future children obviously" which is such a lie because let's say you have your miracle birth of giving him twins or triplets or whatever but you hemmorage and become infertile or whatever. Mf is STILL keeping you around. When you think about it he technically doesn't even need you to help raise his children, he has people for that, but he forces you to be part of the process anyways

- tbh I kind of like the idea of Thragg developing some weird fucking like complex where he discovers he feels comforted cuddling you, like man gets hit by oxytocin like a fucking freight train, and it becomes him literally being unable to sleep without you in his arms. You could be in a yelling screaming argument with this man and he suddenly like, just completely shuts you down, "ENOUGH!! I require rest and I won't tolerate anymore of your childish whining!" And you could be spitting mad at him and he's just, picking you up just physically picks you up and drags you to bed anyways. Hooks his arms around your waist as the big spoon and buries his face in your hair even as you spit insults about how you hope he kills himself

Like I think I've mentioned this idea with other characters before but imagine Thragg waking up on the middle of the night IMMEDIATELY PISSED because the bed beside him is cold and he finds you on the couch, on the couch, maybe even without blankets and visibly uncomfortable, because yeah he WILL wake you up to drag you back to bed with him.

- Thragg being this warrior who literally watched people be disembowled and tortured and conquered races but suddenly you're in labor and he's in the delivery room (he refuses to wait outside) watching you literally scream in pain and he just, takes your hand and tells you to squeeze, and that it'll be alright, and he sees you so vulnerable and scared and emotional and you're looking to him for some kind of help but he can't, even with all his strengths and feats he can't help you right now, however this pregnancy goes is up to fate and the doctors and he feels like an actual visceral HUMBLING sense of helplessness that just makes him, even more obsessively protective over you

- deadass if it becomes a "he can only save one: you or the children" life-threatening pregnancy scenario, he chooses you. Says you can always try again but even if you wind up infertile and "useless" to him, he's too attached to you at this point, it doesn't matter if you "don't serve a function" or whatever bullshit Viltrumite mindset he may have had with previous mates before. You're different to him, and you're making HIM different as a person

- You're just half alive on the couch because Giving Birth is Hard and here's Thragg doing shit like personally bringing you water, feeling your forehead for any fever, monitoring your condition, aggressively interrogating your guards for extra info, sitting beside you with your babies in his arms. He lets you rest after giving birth and nearly bends over backwards

- I feel like at some point you're forced to accept a lot of real fucked up stuff and especially if you are a hybrid Vultrimite yourself and thus will be with Thragg for, basically forever, like some real "mate, do you have any cravings today. What do the children require" "ummm... at the ceremony last month, there was that... blue, little.... crab thing?" "A Florkian. They are incredibly rare" "oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know-" " -and since I observed that you were fond of the taste when you were consuming them, I went ahead and conquered their homeworld and farms have been established. I can have the slaves prepare a dish for you right away" "oh, thank you, ive been craving it ever since i ate it but i didnt want to bother by asking 🥰" "as your mate it is my duty to provide for you. Do not keep any of your desires from me"

- your children are getting trained as soldiers the second they develop powers and that's something you'll have to get used to. If your little babies get their powers at 5, they're still learning combat, getting knocked around, near beaten, "toughened up". Thragg will conceal the full extent of how they're treated from you because the way he sees it, you weren't raised on Viltrum and you're simply ignorant of their culture. He doesn't need you to accept how things are. Your kids will come home with black eyes and bruises and bloodied noses and he'll growl at you not to make them too soft as you weep over Ursaal missing a chunk of her hair because an opponent grabbed her by it and she had to break away and some was ripped out at her scalp, like. The psychological damage of asking your small child how their day with their father went, "it was excellent mother, I made my first kill!!" And then gleefully describing to you in detail how while their father was fighting an enemy soldier, the soldiers child attacked yours, and, your baby killed another kid. Like. That's the sort of thing you have to be raised with to block out of your heart. Going to hug your child who may not even be 10 years old and they have literal blood on their hands

-personal headcanon but also semi canon but I imagine Ursaal is the most competent of your twins and is Thragg's favorite. She just has a better tactical mind on her shoulders and isn't, uh. As horribly sadistically violent as Onaan. Like say your kids become platonic yandere or whatever, or, you have your own kids with thragg and the twins are separate but still attached to you. Onaan is the kid you find killing cats because he's jealous they get more attention than him while Ursaal is like, giving her father incredibly detailed reports and her own insight into what you've been up to, how you're feelings, things you say and do when Thragg isn't around

-so I know y'all see that image I posted with Thragg and his twins. I tried to censor, The Cape last time but I realized like, even with censoring the head it's still super obvious who that is, there's only one white furred creature in this entire show. I imagine after Thragg gets his Beast Drip that, once Throkk's daughter comes for revenge, she is also slaughtered, and her pelt becomes YOUR cape. Or maybe Thragg offhandedly mentions to you that BB Jr has vowed vengeance and you're casually flipping through a book, "is she as strong as her father, like if you had to rate it 1 to 10 with her father being 10 and 1 being a human. If the daughter is at about a 7 or below, Ursaal should be able to handle her, get herself a nice coat to match her father" and Thragg feels this warmth in his chest to hear you're actually observant of his/your children and their prowess, especially to hear you praise Ursaal in such a uh violent context, just casually suggesting his daughter could turn another sentient humanoid creature into a pelt to wear. This is another example of "living the viltrum life will eventually dehumanize you and rob you of certain empathies"

- I don't think you would actually have a title but could you imagine if Thragg decides you're like, officially his true mate, like the mate above all others, like you're the Empress in his little harem of concubines and ladies in waiting. I hc that your official title is something like Grand Duchess or perhaps if this is the twin/triplet scenario something more vaguely historical sounding like The High Mother or Regent Mother or, you get the point

-I still think "Reader turns out to be an incredibly late blooming hybrid" is a neat concept but I also don't know how they would miss that since during your pregnancy and all you're receiving medical care out the ass but like. Thragg personally training both you and the children as a family. Would be kind of humiliating honestly because it's kind of vaguely implied you should learn things before the kids do and if you struggle, here's Thragg, telling his kids in private they have to protect you and keep an eye on you and report any problems back to him

- thragg would definitely be training you in hand to hand but suddenly finds he can't bear hitting you in the face or hitting you at a certain strength. Like. Absolutely 100% you're gonna have a lot of scenarios where you're brawling or wrestling and he pins you and it swiftly transitions to you getting rawdogged from your high on adrenaline husband. Tbh that sex would probably be his favorite, where he has to defeat you in combat and then rewards himself. Can probably border from hatesex to consensual to noncon, not that he has a problem doing THAT to you either

- probably has portraits done of you and him. Idk do you think Viltrum has like enough art culture for portraits to be a thing? Most fascist tyrants have portraits. He would have several done: you and him, just you, you while pregnant, him and you while pregnant, you holding your babies, you and him holding your babies, and family shots as they grow up. Say you conquer a planet together as a family and one day you're revisiting and there's some sort of museum set up amd you find like a wall length portrait of, you and your children soaked in blood tearing carnage through the fire and flames and Thragg is beside you just nodding in approval, "they captured your image rather well"

- goooooddddd imagine you're just a normal human and you progressively start showing signs of aging. You start getting more wrinkles. Your body starts working in different ways, popping, cracking, aching. Onaan, Ursaal, and Thragg all notice and they're like FREAKING OUT HONESTLY. The children don't want to accept that their mother is actually going to be a speck on the timeline of their entire lifespans. Thragg doesn't want to accept that he has to let you go and you're never coming back. They all become obsessed with finding ways to keep you young, keep you alive, fuck it they'll clone you and transfer your consciousness into a new body if they have to! This is comic book world and these are obsessed aliens and they have OPTIONS

- something something "what if Reader isn't a viltrumite hybrid but is still like super-powered or a mutant or whatever and this isn't revealed until you like are fatally injured or even DIE die and suddenly you, pop back up". Cause I feel like this "close call" would drive any yandere literally insane because, what if there's no second chance, what just happened, can you still die, they can never never never never never allow you to get hurt ever ever ever again

Thragg just walks into the kitchen and you have the stove top red hot and you've just got your palm resting on it and you look to him kind of just shocked, all, "look... nothing happens... I just feel some of the warmth" and Thragg just puts his fist through your oven anyways, "you could've gotten hurt" and immediately picking you up and carrying you to some sort of perceived "safer place"

- this is like a specific scenario but like, can you imagine as a mom you like to brush and comb Ursaal's hair and you idly suggest she could always grow it out more and you could help braid it and things, but once it starts getting longer Thragg objects and says it could get grabbed during a fight and orders her to cut it but you step in and say she shouldnt have to, it's HER hair, and you two get into it, and one day Ursaal is brought home by her father and he's all but shaved her head after she had actually grown it out to a decent length. You and Thragg are at odds over how to treat rhe children and Ursaal begins to realize that many of the restrictions her father instills on her are because of a way of life she may not fully agree with, a life filled with violence and bloodshed with no room for love or kindness or creativity. She probably helps you from going over the edge too, honestly. If anything else through this life with Thragg, in your darkest places you may still find yourself thinking you have to keep going to try and help your children

- with others, Thragg is the kind of yandere where he's standing in the same room as you and you're both doing completely different things and he suddenly says, "so I noticed during the meeting that your eyes kept lingering on my mate" and without further warning he's beating up someone on the accusation they were lusting for his wife, no discussion, just fists , and he'll do shit like this a lot to the point people don't feel comfortable being around you and you're just further socially isolated

- I feel like Thragg would have some weird like fondness slash fetish for watching you breastfeed. Like, awww here's his cute little wife with his chubby little babies and you're giving them their nice milk, what a good mom, providing for the babies he put in your belly ❤️ part of me is convinced if you're a viltrumite or hybrid or whatever that you uh. Eventually wind up with a lot of babies. A LOT of babies. Do you think he would want a specific amount or its just vibes. Like you're over 300 years old and you've already got 50 kids with him but he sees you teaching one of your youngest sons how to throw a punch and suddenly he wants another

- all I'm saying is if he ever catches you self harming or attempting to hurt yourself he's gonna have a real extreme reaction. Like he finds you cutting yourself with a broken glass and you're immediately restrained and taken to a hospital, completely stripped, inspected for other wounds, and if there are any and especially a lengthy history of them, you're in such trouble. But I also think it would be extremely difficult to hide this from him since as time goes on you two are constantly having sex or he's inviting himself into your shower to bathe with you. You accidentally bang your arm on a counter or something and get a tiny bruise, this man will know about it and wants a detailed report on where it came from

- even when you guys aren't super familiar with each other and you've "just met" he's already protective and all that. Like you've just been brought into his home and you barely even know him still and he may even act mean and angry to you and then one day he sees you have a large bruise on your arm, "what is this?" ".... it's nothing, Grand Regent" "I asked you a question and you'll answer me: where did this come from" "... I spoke out of turn with one of your advisors and turned to leave without permission, Grand Regent" "And so they grabbed you?" "Yes Grand Regent" "who" "it was my fault, I-" "WHO" and the second you give a name or description he's wordlessly leaving the room and shows up again HOURS later with visible blood on him, "it has been handled. You are not to be harmed or punished without my permission or instruction"

- in some scenario where you leave the kids behind and try to run away, like... he isn't just gonna throw up his hands, "well I already got children out of her, she has served her purpose" and leave you the fuck alone. If anything this man would track you down just to tell you off for having the fucking nerve to disobey and defy him! I can picture an actively captured wife where you are constantly kept on some kind of restraint or have a bracelet or collar or even a LEAD THAT HE HOLDS and you're IMPRISONED rather than "I'm being monitored but otherwise I have my own agency". Thragg will make himself a throne that you can be chained to if he has to. He'll have restraints made that are decorative and complimentary of your features. Imagine he's making some sort of public appearance and while he's speaking he's got an arm around your waist and you're pulled up against him and meanwhile you've got. A bar gag and cannot speak

- really, truly, in a way, you become a symbol, but one of all different kinds. There are Viltrumites who see how their mighty Grand Regent treats his mate and they are viscerally disgusted (Kregg and Lucan comes to mind), like people who really start to question the society they are living in, questioning if it really must be so selfish and devoid of empathy, questioning if they really want to keep living this way and for their children and their children's children to live like this. Then there are others who see the way the Grand Regent controls his mate and see its as a sign of strength and permission to treat their own mates the same.

Mostly, though... the only thing that will take you away from Thragg is death. Until the day one of you dies, you're stuck with him, and there's basically no one around who's stronger than he is, period. You might as well cozy up and get friendly with your new husband, since you're going to be together for a long time and spend lots, and lots, and LOTS of time together ❤️

[maldaptivedreamer]

From Afar P. 4

The same arms that once brought you comfort, now only fill you with uncertainty and confusion.

contents: Errors and mistakes, probably not entirely accurate to alien universe, light angst, name calling once (love), short

wc: ~700

a/n: I started this series kinda fluffy, but I wanted to write a bit of angst. So, expect that in the upcoming parts. They’ll be posted soon. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading!

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The soft light creates shadows on his face, emphasizing the delicate lines of his pretty features. You grasp the arm pressing you to him, absentmindedly fidgeting with his fingers.

His scent fills your senses - a clean, earthy fragrance mixed with a hint of sweat and a lingering taste of mint on his breath.

The sound of his laughter echoes in your ears. You can feel the vibration of it travel through his body and into yours as you're pressed against him.

His laughter merges with the distant chatter of people around you, altogether blending into background noise.

You watch as smoke swirls and dances against the dark sky above. Swallowing a harsh breath, you grasp your lip between your teeth. Why? Why is refusing to address what this is? Define what this is?

Public displays of affection are not something he shies away from or feels ashamed of. His hand constantly seeks the warmth of your skin. He calls you his, or love, or darling. He isn’t embarrassed of you, of people thinking you’re together. He doesn’t correct people when they assume you’re together. So what is it?

He slept with you. Stays with you. After a long day at work, he welcomes you with open arms. His things are scattered throughout your home, serving as a constant reminder of his presence even when he’s not there.

He has opened up about his parents, sharing the pain of losing his parents and how he never truly had time to grieve them.

You feel closer to him as he integrates himself into your life. He has become important to you and you care about him... But what is he? Even with all this, you still don't know what he is to you.

He refuses to have that conversation, in fact he avoids it. At first, you were content to just enjoy each other's company without labels or expectations… But things have changed, you’ve started to feel things for him. You've started to really like him.

You continuously try to have a discussion with him about your relationship. You have tried and tried and tried again, but he continues to delay it.

You wish he would at least define the boundaries of your relationship, whether it's just casual sex or something more.

If he wanted casual sex, you would be fine with that. It would hurt, but you could handle it and set your boundaries accordingly. You could distance yourself, because what you have now doesn't feel like "just sex". Nothing about this feels casual.

If he wanted to label this officially as a relationship, you would be more than content with the decision. Because that’s what this has become. A relationship without the romantic label of partner.

Despite being mature enough to discuss boundaries in sex and intimacy, he can't seem to approach the topic of defining your relationship with any maturity or even provide you with the respect to acknowledge it at all. What began as frustration with him, has morphed into disappointment and hurt.

As he gives your hand a light squeeze, you snap back to reality and realize that you had drifted off in thought. You respond with a soft hum and glance at the group around you. Slightly turning to him, you see Bjorn’s face angled towards yours in concern.

His face is filled with concern as he whispers, breath warming your ear, “You okay, love? Dozed off a bit there, yeah?”

Your response is soft as you run a finger over his worried features, “Yeah, just tired.”

He squeezes you again and licks his lips before glancing around. Humming softly, he nods at you, “Hadn’t realized how late it had gotten, love. Why don’t we head home and rest then, hmm?”

Your shoulders droop as you reply, “Yeah, that sounds nice.” He gives you a gentle caress and lightly kisses your cheek before helping you stand.

You give everyone a polite smile as he says goodbye. Walking home, your heart aches, unable to shake off the feeling of uncertainty about your relationship with him.

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[sapphic-agent]

I feel bad for Mitsuki. She has a parent's worst nightmare to raise, and people are legit calling her abusive because she doesn't worship the ground at Bakugou's feet.

Maybe I'm a bit biased, because she reminds me of my stepmother. Her family spoiled her son rotten (he was never as bad as Bakugou, but he did have some severe behavior problems that alienated him from a lot of people), and she was the only one trying to instill rules and discipline in his life, which made her the bad guy in many people's eyes.

Someone tried to make the case that Mitsuki and Katsuki (calling them both by their given names for this ask) are both horrible and abusive and I'm like no way José.

Compare Katsuki's introduction to Mitsuki's. One of them is inherently painted to be more cruel and callous and it isn't Mitsuki. In fact, I'd say that Mitsuki is actually a lot more friendly. She didn't get hostile until Katsuki did. Calling her abusive from what we've seen when she did it in front of his teachers and they didn't say a damn word is so... Disingenuous? I don't even know what to call it.

A playful tap on the back of the head is not physical abuse. If her intention has been to actually hurt him, this would be a different story. But it isn't. She wasn't even upset during the first hit, so what about that screams abuse?

I'm not averse to saying that Mitsuki could be verbally abusive. But even then for me, it's more like she's careless with her words than intentionally cruel. Like when she says, "Oh hush. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gotten kidnapped and caused all that trouble." I sincerely doubt she actually means, "It's your fault you got kidnapped." To me, it's more like, "You were careless and other people are suffering because of it so get off your high horse."

Because as much as I agree that the LOV's actions (and UA's negligence) are not on Katsuki, he very much was careless and that contributed to him getting kidnapped and putting his classmates in danger. Which also was the reason everyone had to uproot their lives and move into the dorms. I think Mitsuki is trying to make him more humble and aware of how his actions affect others by saying this. I don't agree with how she communicated that, but I sincerely doubt her intention was to be cruel.

The problem is that Katsuki stans take one scene and run with it. But they also somehow miss the part where Mitsuki thanks Aizawa for sticking up for him and humbly asks him to make him a good hero. She even playfully ruffles his hair and he doesn't pull away. An abusive mother wouldn't care so much about her son's dream.

This same scene also implies that she regrets letting adults feed Katsuki's ego because she knows it made him worse. That's probably why she's harsher on him now, because she's aware that the temper of a 4 year old and a temper on a 16 year old are two different things and doesn't want him to continue to be violent and temperamental into adulthood. She's doing damage control the best she can.

That's probably why you relate her to your stepmother (who sounds awesome btw). Because you see a woman who's getting hate for trying to correct her violent, bigoted son's behavior before it escalates.

(Female Katsuki stans are such boy moms. No one can say or do anything to their precious Kacchan and nothing is ever his fault because he's just a poor child who doesn't know any better so who gives a fuck about his victim)

[metorea]

HP boys as Hozier Songs

All characters aged up + smut & fluff separated

Harry: Like Real People Do

♡ Harry has always felt alienated from others. That is, until he met you.

♡ You have always made him feel like a real person. Like he existed beyond his reputation as the boy who lived. To you, he was no one but Harry.

♡ “We should just kiss like real people do” Harry finds a home in you that he's never had anywhere else. When things seem impossible you are a light at the end of the tunnel, a persistent reminder that sooner or later, it will all be okay.

♡ You were so beautiful that it made him want to cry. Sometimes he'd catch himself gazing at you and forgetting to breathe, entirely enraptured.

♡ This morning was one of those mornings. He'd seen horrible things the night before, being an auror and all- but you, at the counter, fumbling with eggs he assumed you'd intended to cook for breakfast… the cruelty of some wizards was lost to him in the flow of your movements.

♡ Gentle, gentle touches.

♡ He worships you and he wants you to feel it in every brush of his fingers. The bend of your elbow, the back of your knee, it was all so perfect. So magical.

♡ His hands on your hips from behind felt like worship, your gentle moans a prayer.

♡ “So good, so perfect”, He'd murmur, nose buried in the crook of your neck while other parts of him were buried elsewhere- eggs long forgotten.

Ron: Movement

♡ “When you move I'm moved” Ron watches you and is inspired by your every move. For you, he wants to be so much more than he is. You make him want to be better, smarter, stronger- all while making him feel loved just as he is.

♡ He admires you. He always has. You look to him with these big, gentle eyes and he knows at once that nothing could ever make him happier than a home with you.

♡ He dreams of a quiet life but he gets lost in your motion as well. In your excitement, your passions- it's infectious. He builds his life around you and he doesn't mind one bit; he never could.

♡ He shows everything he feels for you that he can't articulate in every move he makes inside you.

♡ Your hands pinned above your head and his face flushed, he's determined to be the best he can be for you.

♡ It's wild, it's passionate, just like the two of you. The fire of his hair matches the fire of his heart as he trails bite marks and kisses down every bit of you that he can reach.

♡ The room grows warm with the fervent way he moves, not that you'd ever dream of complaining. You love it, every bit of it- your legs wrapping around his hips to drive him impossibly further

Cedric: Would that I

♡ Cedric loves every bit of you, in all your duality and ever shifting parts. If anything, it makes him love you more. And you do the same.

♡ He's a consistent man. He likes things to stay the same. His schedule, his plans- but you wreck them every time. You blow in like a breeze from the sea and he watches as you tear up all he thought he knew, smiling all the while.

♡ And God, he loves it.

♡ He would never dream of taming you, of trying to control you. The wildness is what he yearns for, it keeps him alive.

♡ He'd never try to tame you. Except when you're beneath him. That, is a different story entirely.

♡ He knows how powerful you are. How smart, how driven, how dedicated- he tells you every day. This only makes it that much more enjoyable to see you fall apart the way you do for him.

♡ “Go ahead honey, let go for me.” He'd whisper, moving you up and down against his hips with strong hands.

♡ He loves relieving you. He sees you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders every day, nothing brings him more pride than affording you this release.

♡ Getting his dick wet is just a happy bonus.

Fred: Nobody

♡ “I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave”

♡Fred is mischievous, reckless, impulsive. He's a hazard, a concern, a risk. And he's content being all these things. Hell, he takes pride in the labels stuck to him by his parents, professors, and other authorities.

♡ He is certain that he will never meet anyone who can match his energy the way George does, until he meets you.

♡ You, a firecracker. You, who speaks without thinking. You, who casts jinxes like you were born to do it, faster than even he can.

♡ The first time he sees you inflate someone's ears he is in love. Absolutely head over heels heart eyes.

♡ He knew he had to have you right then. And have you he did.

♡ As recklessly as the two of you did everything else, you did this. But this was not haphazard, like the assignments you both so often failed to turn in. This was precise and messy, gentle and harsh, satisfying and yet always leaving a need for more.

♡ His lips crashed into yours and fireworks erupted in your belly. He shoved you against the wall and you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, grinning wide into the kiss.

♡ “You're gonna be the end of me, baby” He'd whisper against your lips. “Not today,” You'd reply, leaning in to kiss him again. He is more than happy to oblige you.

George: Damage gets Done

♡ Life is full of surprises, and George has always preferred to go with the flow. You have been his favorite surprise by far.

♡ He fell in love with you slowly. He fell in love with your smile first, and from the first time he saw it, it has been his personal mission to see it as many times as he possibly could.

♡ You fell into his life all at once, without any sort of warning. And as shocked as he was that he was so taken with someone, he knew at once that this was not something to be wasted. No, with you, he could not go with the flow. He could not just let things happen. By some stroke of luck you came into his life, he could not let you go.

♡ You fell into his life,

♡ And now you fall into his lap.

♡ He buries his head in your chest while you move up and down atop him, nails digging into his freckled shoulders as your head falls back.

♡ He looks away from his ceaseless kissing and sucking to look at you, taking in the art that was you falling apart for him. He'd grin at you, wrapping his arm around your waist to lean you back so he was on top once more.

♡ He'd bury himself inside of you with each thrust, nipping at all the skin he could reach before tracing a gentle hand over it, completely lost in you.

♡ Your hands tangle in his ever messy hair and he feels more purpose than he ever has before, right here, with you pressed against him.

Tom: NFWMB

♡ “Give your heart and soul to charity, because the rest of you, the best of you, honey- belongs to me.”

♡ It shouldn't come as a shock that Tom is a possessive man. You aren't just his partner, you are his. Period.

♡ “Nothing fucks with my baby” As cruel as he can be to you, he would never tolerate such behavior from anyone else.

♡ Someone glares at you, and they have been cursed. Someone dares to insult you, and it's the last words they ever say. And God help anyone who ever hurts you, really hurts you. For them, death would be merciful. You are his, and nothing hurts what belongs to him except for him.

♡ He fucks you with that same spirit of ownership. This is not necessarily a good thing- unless you're into that.

♡ He cares little for your pleasure. It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things- you're his. You couldn't leave if you wanted to, not that you'd ever want to. Right?

♡ He fucks you to clear his head, to clear his body. You're a dumping ground, but you're his dumping ground. You're pathetic, but you're his. Perhaps that's enough. For him, that is enough. For you, it has to be.

Blaise: It Will Come Back

♡ From the first shred of kindness you showed Blaise he was weak for you. Rarely were people sweet to him the way you were without an ulterior motive. A taste of love was all he needed, and he was hooked.

♡ From then on, to pry him away from you was difficult. Though he kept his physical distance the majority of the time, his thoughts never left you.

♡ He had a reputation to keep up, but you knew what it all meant. The gifts, the letters, the looks- he was all yours. Once or twice you forgot to reply to him, and there he was the next day, outside your dormitory. Like a moth to a flame, he was, and is, drawn to you.

♡ He makes love to you like a ritual. You are a God and he is your humble servant, this is the only place in his life where he is anything but in charge. For you he is weak, he is malleable.

♡ His eyes hold a depth you drown in as he stares at you from just above, forehead pressed to yours.

♡ His thrusts are slow and steady, always sure and confident in what he's doing.

♡ His hands make quick work of you, again and again and again. He's amazingly controlled as he moves. He is locked in on you and every reaction you're giving him, completely unbothered by his own growing arousal.

♡ “It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorway. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”

Draco: To Be Alone

♡ “When you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life.”

♡ Draco is a bad man. He knows this, his friends know this, everyone knows this.

♡ Except you. You don't seem to understand that the arms that hold you are soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood, that the eyes that stare into yours have seen unimaginable things.

♡ For this, among other things, Draco loves you.

♡ With you and you alone, he feels innocent. He feels pure for the first time since he was a child, bathed in your light and temporarily absolved of the guilt he carries.

♡ The voice that reminds him what he's done will always be there, but so will yours, always there to quiet it. He has found a sanctuary between your lips, a gift he never could have dreamt of, but something he no longer knows how to live without.

♡ Your bedroom is a sanctuary of sorts, for the same above reasons

♡ You put your mouth on him and the tension leaves him all at once. His knees nearly buckle, he has to seek support from the desk you have him backed up against.

♡ He has to stop his hips from bucking forward of their own accord, not wanting to startle you

♡ His hand moves down, stroking your cheek and tangling in your hair while you move up and down his length, staring up at him

♡ How could you ever expect him to last when you look at him like that?

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Tired dad!Lucifer AU - Part 2

(This was written before the Gamigin event, so there's a lot of OOC elements. Not proof read because checking is for losers)

Lucifer turns around annoyed and defeated and watches as Morax is playing with the children. It was a sort of rythm game that was alien to him, though all childish endeavors where unfamiliar for a being that never existed outside the age of 30.

Morax and the kids: A-ram-zam-zam A-ram-zam-zam guli guli guli ram-zam-zam

Lucifer: Stop hypnotising the demons, you know that hypnotheraphy is bullshit.

Morax: I'm not hynotising them, we're just playing. I actually got to learn their names. Come on guys, how about we show his Majesty Lucifer what you learned today!

All the kids say their names in unison which ends up sounding like a mess. Morax giggles and tells them in a soft voice

Morax: Come on, one at a time. Let's go from left to right.

Satan: I'm Satan.

Asmodeus: My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me by your name.

Lucifer: That song hasn't come out yet, so none of us understand the reference.

Mammon: My name is Mammon.

Beelzebub: What were we doing? (Mammon whispers in his ear something) ah! yeah! Beelzebub.

Leviathan: Leviathan, and you better remember it.

Morax: Of course we will, sweetie.

Leviathan: Don't ever call me that.

Belphegor: ...

Satan: His name is Belphegor, but since he arrived here, he's been sleeping.

Lucifer: I wish all of you were as quiet as him... or weren't born

Morax: Your majesty, don't say that in front of the children! That's why doors exist!

Morax pulls Lucifer aside and whispers to him

Morax: Your majesty, we should be kinder to them! They just started existing, they probably don't even know where the pancreas is. They look up to you the same way I have all my life...

Lucifer: Good point, I should probably change my parenting technique. The world doesn't need 6 more versions of you.

Morax: Because I'm your favourite and unique and unreplacable

Lucifer: Because I don't want them to be such papa-lapte as you.

When Morax pouted Lucifer added under his breath so Morax could barely hear it: And because you're unique.

Lucifer: Ok, now that we know eachother, we're going to look around the place so you may discover how wonderful hell is.

Satan: We already know how it looks like.

Lucifer: No you don't. Also, I'm the adult here, so you do as I say.

Leviathan rolls his eyes and hides in his coffin.

Leviathan: Wake me up when he dies brutally or something.

Beelzebub: Could you drink your own piss?

Asmodeus: You could. I've seen people do it.

Beelzebub: How does it taste?

Asmodeus: I... actually don't know that. Wanna try?

Lucifer: No no no! Nobody is drinking piss on my watch! You are going to be nice obedient children that I can forget about.

Asmodeus: I'll be as obedient as you want me to be, daddy.

Lucifer: For some reason, you saying it makes it feel disgusting.

Asmodeus: Making people nervous is my hobby.

Lucifer: Why can't you have a normal hobby like... sewing or singing?

Beelzebub with a bottle of piss in hand: Ok I did it, wanna take shots of it?

Lucifer takes the bottle and throws it away: You're not drinking eachother's piss!

Satan: Are we playing catch? I wanna play catch! Last to reach the bottle has to wake up Belphegor!

All the kids run after the bottle, including Morax. That leaves Lucifer as the only one left.

Satan: You have to wake up, Belphegor, loser! I didn't know angels were so slow!

Lucifer: You fucker... you mother fucker, I will beat the shit out of you! I'll whip some sense into you!

Satan laughs at Lucifer's empty threat before a load grumbaling sound breaks the tension.

Beelzebub: I'm hungry...

Morax: Oh, I could prepare something for you. Now, that reminds me, it's dinner time!

Satan snickers and stares at Lucifer as if provoking him.

Satan: You have to wake up Belphegor for dinner. If you menage to do that, then I'll consider listening to your orders.

Lucifer sighs and glares back: Why would I listen to someone like you?

Satan: Only strong people can see Belphegor awake and live to tell the tale. You have to prove that you're strong.

Lucifer: How do I know you're not lying?

Satan: What's lying?

All the devils looked confused at Lucifer who, in turn, looked confused back.

Lucifer: Ok, how hard could it be to wake that guy up?

[semi-imaginary-place]

Which characters have tragic pasts that aren’t recognized enough?

I think people don't notice because Petra is very active about her situation. She's a political hostage in a foreign land that has turned her country into a vassal state from the war that killed her dad. But she's made the most of it. Petra taught herself a new language, she trains constantly, she's made herself be involved with the politics of Fodlan, and she's always seeking to better herself and hone her skills so that she's not just a prisoner but someone useful to Brigid. Petra's the opposite of passive, she refuses to just let things happen to her, and in a lot of ways she doesn't have a choice either she is an active participant in her life or she will just be shuffled around as a political pawn and hostage against the country she loves. We don't know the specifics of the international agreement about Petra but I can easily imagine it being something like "give us a hostage as a guarantee you won't attack us or we'll continue the war we won, raze you to the ground, kill all of you, and take your land".

Claude's backstory isn't tragic and uh... at least half the cast if not more has had it worse than him but I do want to talk about it since I never see people talk about the struggles Claude has had. I think a large part of it is that like Petra, Claude doesn't show the struggles he's been through nor does he really talk about himself or his past. They both show a strong front and face forward in their lives.

Claude's spent his entire life being alienated, in Almyra for being too foreign and not Almyran enough and then in Fodlan for being too foreign and not Fodlan enough. He's faced multiple childhood assassination attempts just because of his parentage and at least some of these have come from family members. Claude is a rarity among the cast in having not only both parents but having 2 parents that love him. However his parents are of the tough love approach, that what doesn't kill will make him stronger so they offer him little support, protection, or help in a world that is hostile to him at every turn. And so Claude grew up with everyone against him, with his every action used as justification that he's weaker and lesser than a full Almyran. And this has destroyed his ability to trust or be open with people. Claude is very insecure in his interactions with other people because he's used to every slip of information given being used against him. You see this in his supports with Marianne where he sees any information about himself as possible leverage against him so it has to be exchanged like a commodity so that they both have equal leverage against the other. And yet he does genuinely want to help people and cares about those around him as clumsy as his attempts are at making friends. Claude's backstory is not nearly on the level of say Edelgard's or Lysithea's but it's a shame no one is talking about it at all.

Dimitri stans screaming and crying about poor Dimitri and yeah he's had it rough (a lot of 3H characters have traumatizing backstories) but Dedue is right there, what about his pain! The hypocrisy! The Tragedy of Duscar led to the massacre of his family and not only that but he's now a genocide survivor since Faerghus decided to wipe out Duscar, take over their land, rename and settle on it. Not to mention they were wrongfully scapegoated for it. Dedue has had everything taken from him so he doubles down on this life debt to Dimitri because it's the one thing he has left. It's a trauma response coping mechanism that he's rather override his will, opinions, and personhood for Dimitri's sake. And the of course Faerghus hates him and reminds him of that every day.

At this point I'm wondering if its a racism problem that it's Petra, Dedue, and Claude whose struggles are most often overlooked.

[xaviers-student-union]

Xavier Student Paper: Issue #2

A return, and a dissapearence: Where is Gwen?

A few nights ago on a job, a friend of the Union; Miss Gwen Poole [ AKA; Gwenpool] dissapeared after reportedly being shot while working one of her jobs. Naturally, her line of work is incredibily dangerous and not without risks, and so this isn't the first time she's been injured. However, Miss.Pool is an active member or the community of heroes and anti-heroes and often interacts in person and through a newly popular medium for those in the buisenss of wearing poor fighting spandex and fighting people; known as Tumblr.

And more importantly, her beloved Jeff is currently being cared for not by Gwen...but by Scraps.

If anybody, anybody at all has any tips or leads to help confirm her status; if not her whereabouts. Please contact Deanne, at the numbers printed in the back of the issue

[ Relevent parties: @gwenpooleoffish , @scraps-stark ]

A Warm Welcome To our New Friend;

Since 2020, Eel has been somewhat off grid due to the outbreak of Corona Virus. Living off the shores in an old house boat, They have decided to make their return to mutant society by enrolling in the Xavier's adult courses; albeit in the medium of online school. We wish Eel a swift and smooth transition back into our community, and we hope you all here at the institute will treat them with warmth and kindness.

On that note, we'd like to officially remind folks that the institute in recent years doesn't just teach children, and prospective X-men. They offer degrees in unrelated subjects. For example, they are currently offering a Pre-Med course which is valid to get you into a medical programme upon graduation. Adult courses also include a dormitory that provides free housing, but with more privacy than the regular dorms inside the manor.

[Rlevent parties: @retrofittedfishmachine ]

Jasper's Monthly Spending Spree

As you all have probabaly heard, or even seen in our numerous posters around the building; it's that time of the month where Jasper takes the money his father forces on him and uses it to fund Pro-Mutant charities and campaigns. Aside from that, Jasper offers to buy everyone a gift.

If you're in need of anything, big or small please remember to contact him.

He's easy to find, as he practically lives in the library and club room.

Also, outside of his monthly spree he'd like to remind everyone that he's happy to step in and aid fellow students whose families may be falling behind with necessary payments. He has more money than he'd ever know what to do with. And, we're the worst to happen he has enough assets unrelated to his father that he would be able to live on. Though, jasper has asked I don't disclose anything more than that.

Extraterrestrial Cultural Exchange Club Event cancelled.

As forseen in last issue, it turns out that those "genuine" alien artefacts that the club leader promised were obtained legally and peacefully were in fact smuggled from the black market. As such, the event has been cancelled and all knowledgable parties have been barred from future club gatherings, participation and are receiving in school punishment.

All Alien artefacts gave been reappropriated to be returned to their rightful owners thanks to the work of Jean Grey, and Jasper. If you, or a family member have been impacted or believe your items to be missing please file a report with us and we will see to it that justice [ and your things return] be served.

Father and Daughter finally Talk; Everyone is pleased.

As of yesterday evening, Aranza Martinez and her Father; James Logan Howlett [AKA Wolverine] have had their talk. And while they're still figuring things out, they've both accepted that they want to be in each other's life. So, I hope everyone can join me in wishing them well.

It may be a long road to complete understanding, but hopefully with proper support and communication this could be the start of a fruitful, and happy parenting experience for a member of the xmen. So long as the mansion doesn't blow up.

Again.

[Relevant parties: @wolverineofficial ]

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This about concludes this weeks issue but before we go I'd like to remind our readers to report anything they believe to be interesting! The newspaper uploads on Friday!

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Author: Deanne

[whereserpentswalk]

9:00 - Imperial standard calendar - Midwinter 31st - The sun rises above a small imperial world. The largest city on the planet, Varel Imperios, shines with architecture thousands of years old, as people awaken and go to work. Though they're safe here, the looming threat of war against the federation still loom above them, as war now looms in all of human space.

9:45 - ISC - MW31 - Some soldiers stationed in the city do their best to take their mind of things in one of the local pubs. Fresh human troops still aren't fully comfortable with the cyborg troops they're stationed with, and the younger cyborg troops aren't fully comfortable with their new bodies. A soldier, still wearing part of their power armor, tosses a few silver coins to the owner of one of the bars to play a song only they would know from their home planet millions of lightyears away.

10:30 - ISC - MW31 - An early class makes time feel like it lasts forever at an imperial university in a building hundreds of floors tall. A student looks out from the window at the city below him and starts talking with his classmate. He asks her what her major is, and she tells him she doesn't know yet. He starts info dumping about his major, studying alien cultures, she's impressed but he wonders if she'll want to talk to him after that.

12:00 - ISC - MW31 - Infront of the governors fortress a crowd of young people protest the war. At the moment the protest resembles a festival more than a rally, but that could change if the imperial guard shows up. A young woman stands among strangers, she's already a cyborg, and already estranged from her parents for that reason, she's trying her best to avoid imperial conscription, though that order has yet to hit this planet. She ends up talking to some other protesters, and after a few minutes they aren't strangers anymore, she hopes she can see them again tomorrow.

2:15 - ISC - MW31 - below a massive temple, in front of a large statue depicting a horned war god in power armor, a young priest looks out to a city street that looks so different from the quite perfection of the temple inside. He looks out at a beggar on the side of the street, that he should probably shoo from the temple, but he hands him a coin instead, thinking about what the first emperors would have done.

4:00 - ISC - MW31 - The commander of a federation fleet finally brings his ships above the city Varel Imperios, he thinks about how many troops must be stationed there, how much of a tactical victory an attack on it would be, and how many imperial bastards would die in the attack. He gives the orders to strike, completely blasting the city to nothing but ruins from orbit. He thinks about the glory of destroying just a small part of the imperium, thinks about how much suffering and hate the imperial people have caused, and how much he will prevent from destroying them. He can see the lasers destroy the governor's fortress and the imperial university, from space, he can even see the temples to their dark gods crumble. The federation celebrates this strike agasint the forces of evil. As the dark city is seen brought to ruin, the people of the federation as reminded that good can triumph in this war.

[halfetirosie]

ੈ✩˚༺ I WILL PROTEC AND I WILL ATTAC!!! ༻ੈ✩˚

(Star Message 08 - 10 React-os!)

1) Yeah, I knew that this Brahe fellow wouldn't have been popular in the academic community... 😅

But it is pretty funny that the first person to recognize the name is Morvay, of all people! 😂

No shade to Morvay---I don't even fully agree with the notion that Morv ain't a smart guy. It's just, given his usual activities, it's funny to think that Morv has a lot of info that he obtained through sucking a LOT of dick! 😂😂😂

2) To quote Shakespeare, "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

This guy is FOR SURE lying.

And I don't say that just because he's acting SUS AF; nobility always has thorough records of their family tree. (Hell, in a lot of fantasy stories, one can only have a family name if they're a part of nobility.) There is NO WAY this noble doesn't know of the scholar Brahe.

3) I'm sorry, but WHAT??? (⊙ᗣ⊙)

Ew ew ew ew ew!!!! I'm sorry, but I am just SO NOT into tentacles, just imagining that is unpleasant...

Also, HOW would he attach tentacles to his back??? I know Blade is a robot man, but it's not like he has openings in his back meant to attach tentacles to.

Unless the openings are under his skin, in his robot skeleton??? So he would have to rip his skin off to get to the openings???? 🤢🤢🤢

Confused on the logistics on this...

4) Well, this was unexpected!

At first I thought this was an actual alien abduction, but then I thought about it, and I figured out this was just a dream sequence.

Can you imagine if this really was a sudden abduction??? That would've been pretty funny!

Have we ever seen another character's dream sequence in an event story??? I think this is the first time---the times we've seen the illusions they experience don't count to me.

5) Is Blade just going to be fully upside-down this whole time? 😂

6) I FUCKIN CALLED IT!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

This bitch had the AUDACITY to lie to the Vice Captain's face, and now he's cowardly sneaking into the woods to try and burn the cabin down?!?!?!

That is 1) SHITTY, and 2) SO DAMN STUPID!!!

(Even if he did succeed, he would obviously be suspect #1!!! Dumbass!!!)

7) Oh GOD, it's worse than I thought!!!!

This bitch-ass nobleman was Brahe's SON!

And he has the gall to speak so horribly about his father?!

Even disrespecting him when Brahe has already died?!?!?!

Listen. I can understand holding resentment for bad parents. But from my perspective, Brahe was not irresponsible or crazy. He was just a man ahead of his time.

Being happy about his death---the death of a perfectly-fine family member---is FUCKED UP.

Fuck this nobleman! All my homies hate this nobleman!!!

8) 🔥🔥🔥 RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU WANT TO COMMIT A MURDER WITH ME!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

ME AND EIDEN ARE ABOUT TO GO BEAT HIS ASS!!!!

This dumbass lies to law enforcement, gets caught trying to commit arson, disrespect his deceased father, and NOW insults Blade & Co. to their face?!?!?!

I WILL FIND YOU, BITCH!!!! 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

9) I WILL PROTECT YOU, BLADE!!!! (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ㅁ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

Damn, that bitch-ass nobleman really got under his skin. Poor Blade!!! 😭😭😭

I wonder how often Blade feels like an outsider/"strange." I hope that it isn't a regular thing, since the mansion is full of people who support him; and this was just because he encountered an ignorant asshole in the wild.

10) NO, BABY!!!! DON'T EVER LISTEN TO A WORD THAT THAT BITCH-ASS NOBLEMAN SAYS!!!

This is so heartbreaking, man.... I thought that after the end of the Detectives Event, Blade would value his curiosity and intellect more...

But I guess, as is true in life, he needs more time to feel secure about that. Change is never immediate. Just like any other person, he needs to work on it---

---and he will need plenty reminders of how special he is in the meantime. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

☆ End of report! ☆

[sweetpeaches666]

How different is Ben meeting Kevin in the Shape shifting Ben au compared to the canon?

In Kevin 11, Ben didn't shape-shift into his Ectonurite form since he's more thoughtful about bringing unwanted attention to his family in this au. Thus, the Tennysons aren't kicked out of the hotel. However, Ben is upset since the hotel's arcade is closed. But Max tells him that there's another arcade nearby and insists that Gwen should come along so Ben won't feel out of place in New York.

Gwen is a little annoyed since she wants to try out the hotel's spa. But Max gently reminds her that Ben has never been to a large city like New York and he could easily get overwhelmed by it. Besides, Ben getting lost isn't what Max is worried about. The city has a huge population and there's a big change any of them will see him shape-shifting into his other forms.

Gwen understands, and while she's a little upset about missing the spa, Ben should at least have some fun while making sure he's safe from people who aren't good. Ben also feels annoyed since he feels suffocated by his family's overprotectiveness and their unwillingness to let their eyes off of him.

When the Tennyson cousins are at the arcade, Ben is very excited to be in a big arcade since the one back in his hometown is smaller and the games tend to break down almost two weeks.

Ben tells Gwen about his town's arcade and even tells her that his parents had recently let him go there. But only when they're with him since they're still anxious about the townspeople finding out about him. The two cousins play a lot of arcade games before Gwen feels that they should head back before their grandpa starts getting worried.

Ben, however, still wants to play more of the games. But the last game pretty much ends up the way it did in canon. After trying to tell one of the workers that the game is broken, Ben meets Kevin. Ben immediately a liking to Kevin while Gwen is a little suspicious about him. When Kevin uses his power in the same manner in canon, Ben is happy to meet another kid who can understand him.

However, Gwen reminds Ben that the coins aren't theirs to take and they shouldn't trust Kevin because of this. Despite hearing this, Ben intrudes himself. And just like in canon, a group of kids try to beat up Kevin for messing up their hangout and Ben shape-shift into his Kineceleran form to help Kevin.

Near the doors, Gwen chastises Ben for using his shape-shifting power in the open since someone could have seen him. Ben responds to her that he was simply helping Kevin. Gwen says that Kevin is trouble and they should head back to the hotel before Max comes looking for them. But before they can, Ben tells her he needs to go to the restroom and rushes to where the restrooms are with Gwen following him.

However, in reality, Ben turns into his Ectonurite form to sneak away to meet up with Kevin. Once he's outside, Ben catches up to Kevin who expresses his excitement about the alien who helped him, with Ben becoming happy that he might be making a friend. Their whole conversation is the same as it was in canon. Kevin tells Ben that he was born with his powers while Ben is happy that he met another kid who has had superpowers since birth.

Meanwhile, Gwen is still waiting for her cousin to come out of the restroom. But she eventually becomes worried since Ben has been in there for almost an hour. But just before she could do anything, Max came and began to look for his grandchildren before spotting Gwen, who quickly tells that Ben has been in the restroom for a long time. Max comes in to look for his grandson but only sees it's empty.

At the same time, Ben and Kevin arrived at Kevin's hangout. The first half of their conversation about their family lives is the same while the second half is changed to Kevin telling Ben that Gwen seems like the overprotective type. Ben doesn't deny it and tells Kevin that his parents and grandpa are the same, especially his parents who never let him out of their sights whenever they were out in public and had homeschooled him all his life.

Kevin tells Ben about the new Sumo Slammer video game coming up, Ben tells that he's excited to for it to come out, but he becomes confused when Kevin tells him about getting it tonight.

The two boys breaking into the factory is a little different here. Ben is a little more hesitant about trespassing since they could get into serious trouble if they get caught. But Kevin ensures Ben that it'll be easy. They simply go in and out before anyone can notice them. When the police arrived, Ben and Kevin quickly hid in a storage closet.

Ben asks Kevin if he can keep a secret and tells him not to freak out. Considering they're trapped in a closet with the police on the other side, Kevin says yes. Ben transforms into his Dragon form, which scares the shit out of the police who cornered them. The police chase a different here.

Unlike canon, Ben shape-shifted into a multiple of his other forms to try to escape from the police, even bursting inside serval buildings. Poor Kevin is trying not to lose his lunch. Basically, the entire chase scene is similar to the one in Nimona from Netflix.

Once they escape, Kevin asks Ben how he did it. Ben tells him that he was born with it, like how Kevin was born with his. Kevin also asks Ben if the shape-shifting hurts, though Ben says it feels like he's suffocating when he doesn't change into his other forms. Kevin asks if that's why his family is so overprotective of him, which Ben admits yes, along with revealing that he had more than one father, and all of them live far away from Earth.

Soon, Kevin believes that with their powers combined, they can get away with everything. Ben is uncertain about this, but Kevin tells him shouldn't worry since they'll be able to help people like them. Reminding Ben that they're "friends", and friends help each other out. Ben, reluctantly, agrees, shaking hands with Kevin.

Meanwhile, Max and Gwen search desperately for Ben. Their only clue is that he and Kevin were on live TV. Max is worried and angry since Ben is usually a well-behaved child. He doesn't know what's gotten in Ben's head to act like a delinquent. Gwen begins to realize that Ben might be acting out because they may have been a little protective of him.

Back with Ben and Kevin, the entire argument scene is changed a little. Ben realized that Gwen was right about Kevin and calling himself selfish for running off with Kevin instead going back to the hotel with his cousin. Trespassing is one thing, but being willing to hurt innocent people is where he draws the line.

The fight scene is basically the same as Ben shape-shifts into his Pyronite form to stop Kevin, but still shows concern for Kevin when Ben thinks he accidentally hurt his friend. Unfortunately for Ben, Kevin absorbs his Pyronite powers, though, Kevin's head and right arm turn into Pyronite, and ultimately taking a liking to his newfound power.

Ben tries to reason with Kevin, telling him that they can still be friends regardless the trouble they've made. But Kevin only replies that nobody will call him a freak ever again.

The two separate in the same way in canon, with Kevin no longer caring about the money, and simply wanting payback. Ben holds onto the train till he turns into his Ectonurite form and turns invisible. However, Ben instantly realize that he doesn't know where he's at and finding himself scared and alone.

Max and Gwen are listening to the police radio, hoping that someone reported a strange creature similar to Ben. A report about some fire starting in the train tunnels gives them a clue about where Ben might be. Ben himself is still in his Ectonurite form in an alleyway while trying not to be afraid and wishes he had listened to Gwen about going back to their grandfather.

Ben begins to wonder if this is karma for disobeying his family instead of listening to them. Fortunately, Ben sees the Rust Bucket driving by and immediately goes inside to see his grandpa and cousin, who immediately hug him. After checking to see if his grandson has any injuries, Max scolds Ben for running off like that. Telling Ben how much he made him worried and Max imagined that something might have happened to Ben despite having shape-shifting powers.

Ben apologizes to Max for making him worried and he should have listened. But Ben tells Max about Kevin absorbing his Pyronite power and worries about Kevin's mental state. Max agrees and asks Ben where Kevin might be. Ben realizes that Kevin will try to get revenge on that gang from earlier.

The traffic scene is almost the same as it was in canon, with the only difference is Ben successfully turns into his Lepidopterran form and Gwen tells her grandpa about how they've tried to protect Ben a little too much and it might be the reason why Ben acted the way he did today.

The entire fight between Ben and Kevin is the same a little, with both boys fighting in their Tetramand forms and Ben telling Kevin they can still be friends and they can be both heroes instead of being petty thieves. But Kevin choose to betray Ben and try to absorbs more of Ben's shape-shifting powers.

For a split second, Kevin can be seen being turn into a mutant. However, because Kevin absorbed too much, the power canceled the mutation and returned Kevin to normal, much to Kevin's anger. Angry and embarrassed, Kevin runs away from Ben. Ben calls out to Kevin to come back, but Max stops Ben.

The next day as the Tennyson family is getting ready to leave New York, Ben apologizes to his grandpa and cousin again for making them worried yesterday. While Max tells Ben what he did was dangerous, he's just glad that he was safe. But the part of Ben having to earn back Max's trust is still there.

Gwen also apologize to Ben for smothering him like the adults, but Ben tells her it's okay since she was just trying to protect him from a bad situation and thanked her. And soon enough, Max gets a call from Carl about what happened last night and demands some answers.

The last scene is Kevin still having some of Ben's Pyronite powers, showing it's not over between him and Ben. Their lives are forever intertwined with each other.

[tabl3]

elaborating on the mm trio's relationship with each davenport family member

donald: they all despise him. he hates them back. that's about it lols

douglas:

skylar - skylar and douglas are good friends. he appreciates that she gets his dry humor and is approving of her and bree. at first he was apprehensive because the idea of aliens was whack, but she grew on him really quickly. he especially appreciates that she took on what had been adam's role in the original team, protecting his kids. skylar thinks he's a silly goofy guy that loves his children and reminds her of her own father (horace), so she likes him a lot too, and teaches him about calderan tech/biology

oliver - douglas likes oliver well enough because he's quiet and doesn't get on douglas's nerves 24/7, along with taking an interest in douglas's nerd science and being a good assistant when chase isn't around. oliver likes that douglas is incredibly blunt and doesn't ever hide his opinions, meaning he doesn't have to sift through whatever he says to figure out what he means. they aren't super close, but have a mutual respect for each other (and douglas is fatherly to him on accident a lot) even though oliver pissed douglas off a lot in the beginning because of his nasty attitude, once oliver got over it, they became chill

kaz - kaz drives douglas up the wall ALL the time lols. he doesn't trust him nearly as much as he trusts skylar, making him be more overprotective of chase around him. they started out with kaz being a general annoyance but just in a teenager way, to douglas approving of the way he treated chase, to decimation and flipping the idea on its head. douglas hasn't fully trusted kaz since. kaz himself tries his best to prove himself, as well as calls douglas sir/goes to attention if douglas addresses him which is very funny imo. they're a case of opposites do NOT attract. even though douglas isn't kaz's biggest fan, or a fan of chase telling douglas to fuck off about it, douglas still very deeply cares about kaz, and kaz respects him back and wants to show him that he's better now

tasha:

skylar - tasha adores her, and skylar pays that back in full. she never had a maternal figure in her life, so tasha does a similar thing to what she did with bree when they first met, having those mother-daughter relationship moments. tasha thinks skylar is a great partner for bree, a great friend to chase, and a great leader for the team. she also loves how good she is with naomi :)

oliver - complicated. (spoiler)oliver has lost three maternal figures at this point(end) and isn't comfortable around tasha most of the time. it's nothing that she's done, and they both know that. it's simply that oliver reacts very poorly to motherly affection because of everything that has happened. he thinks she's a very kind and warm person, but he tends to stay arms-length with her. tasha completely understands this, and respects his boundaries. the only time she will ever give him individual affection is when he expresses that he needs it

kaz - tasha is one of kaz's favorite people. he loves her like his own mother, has accidentally referred to her as mom before, and holds her in the highest regard. tasha also loves him very much, despite decimation-requite's events because she knew he was a lost child that needed some sense of stability in his life. he's also really good with naomi, and takes care of chase. all-in-all they have a close bond and he considers her more of a parent than either of his biological ones. she likes to tease him and skylar that it's okay to call her mom because they'll eventually be family through marriage, solely to embarrass her kids

adam:

skylar - at first adam was semi-wary of her because he's overprotective of his sister, but that faded quickly. they understand each other very well, being the only ones who understand their struggle of both strength and invulnerability and the fear that comes with that. skylar likes adam a lot because they click well and provide similar roles in their teams. adam likes skylar because he thinks she's fun and a good protector for his siblings. they have scheduled dates in the future when the chaos ends to be gym buddies :)

oliver - oliver and adam aren't particularly close. adam sees him as a friend of his siblings, and oliver sees him as bree and chase's older brother. that's about the extent. they don't have any animosity at all, but just don't hang out or interact enough to be friends. they're friendly, and adam still crushes him with bear hugs, but they're probably the least close of any pairings so far and ones to come

kaz - they started out rough. adam was chill with him until he found out about him and chase being in a relationship. due to what happened to chase on the island and adam's intense guilt over it, he immediately associated those feelings with kaz and straight up hated him over it. kaz didn't reciprocate it as much but was put off by chase and adam's unconventional dynamic with adam seeming physically aggressive (he isn't at that point in the story and stopped far before) and verbally aggressive too. read tension on ao3 for more in-depth stuff lol. after their catharsis moment, they're actually bffs and adam keeps complaining that he wants him and chase to get married already so he can have a new little brother

leo:

skylar - leo and skylar aren't super close, but they both get along easily with people, and transfer that to their relationship. leo was in awe of her for a hot minute because he's a nerd and there was a comic book hero casually chatting with him, but they're completely chill with each other. he is grossed out by her and bree though lol

oliver - leo and oliver have gradually become more friendly throughout the series. leo is very respectful of oliver's boundaries and his monophobia, which makes oliver more comfortable around him. they often have shared rooms because leo volunteers to do so to help ease his anxiety. oliver greatly appreciates that, especially because leo never makes a big deal about it. in summary they're very wholesome and leo slays :)

kaz - they're best friends. in an accidentally setting fire to everything they touch way. they have similar interests and hobbies and click well together. even though they don't see each other often they love it when they do because they're genuinely very close :) although once again leo gets traumatized by him and chase lmao

[ineed-to-sleep]

2, 6, and 26 for the tav ask game

26 answered here!

6. What is your tav's favourite childhood memory?

A lot of her time spent in West Harbor among her friends has provided her with good memories, but her favorite is actually something she experienced in the swamp. Though she's been through a lot more danger and stress traversing that area, there was no feeling quite as good as the first time she managed to get inside an Illefarn ruin, successfully slipping by unnoticed by the giant frogs and beetles that made the place their home.

The ruins were unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The halls were large and drafts of wind whistled and echoed through them, tall pillars held up the broken ceiling and she saw flights of stairs that seemed to stretch endlessly beyond her vision. The walls were cold to the touch, but she touched them nonetheless, trying to trace the swirling patterns that decorated them with her fingers. The entire place looked alien to her, a complete departure from the modest wooden houses of West Harbor that she was familiar with.

There was also something unusual that filled the air, something that raised the hairs on her arms and sent a chill down her spine. It should've been terrifying, but instead, the feeling brought her a strange comfort. She felt as if the ruins themselves were taking her hand and pulling her in. She roamed from room to room, finding old tomes with little marks and dots of ink she couldn't read, broken objects with intricate but faded designs, statues of people that looked like elves but... not quite. She lost track of time in her exploration, excited for what she could discover next, moving deeper inside the ruins almost as if carried by a gentle current.

She doesn't remember how she did it, it just happened as she kept walking and the light around her kept dimming, but she heard what sounded like faint whispers from the darker corners of the hall and suddenly, in a burst of shivers, she was surprised by a flickering ball of light emerging out of her fingers. It stood beside her and became her companion for a while, following her as it slowly waned out over the hours, serving as a great assistant to make her way out of the ruins before it fully faded away.

She never forgot that moment, and even though the light disappeared, she learned to cast it again later on, along with many more lights to keep it company.

2. What relationship did your tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age?

To put it simply, it hasn't changed and it's likely that it never will- for better or for worse.

She was raised by her uncle, with no other family alive besides him, something that was way more important to her than it was to him. To her, he was the most important person in the world, but to him, she was a responsibility he didn't want and a sour reminder of his own failings.

I go into it more under the cut as this is uh. A loaded question jfjckfk

Her parents were both dead by the time she came out of the womb- her father was a Neverwinter city guard, killed on the job, and her mother a seldarine drow that didn't survive the childbirth process. Her uncle had painful history with the couple, having been her mother's previous lover, and after a falling out, being left for his own brother. He never lived that down, and though he was always the outwardly stoic type, the bitterness never left his tongue whenever he was forced to talk to his brother.

But it's not like he ever told Nawen about any of that.

He took the baby back to Merdelain, to the small village of West Harbor, where he'd spent most of his life and hunting career. He was reclusive, quiet, distant. When he was in the house, it barely felt like he was really there, the occasional floorboard creek or sound of sizzling fire in the kitchen being the only alarms to announce his presence. It took her a while to learn how to properly talk, and most of the practice wasn't done at home, you can be sure of that. He tried his very best to maintain his life exactly as it was before she came into it, providing her with the bare minimum to keep his guilt at bay while spending most of the time away from her sight. All she learned about her parents came from old letters in the attic- a chest hidden away in the wall, behind the cobwebs and earthy smell of dust that covered long untouched memories. She found things she could only assume- or hope- were her mother's, along with the letters half eaten by termites. Once she learned how to read, she pieced together the story of a wealthy woman from the big city in love with a mysterious man living alone in the swamp. That was all she knew of her mother, besides a fantastical image she built of her in her head to fill in the blanks.

Her uncle never found out about her ventures in the attic- or if he did, he didn't care enough to scold her about it. She grew up learning from the villagers, learning from the swamp, from ruins and old books, from everything else but him, and wishing he'd sometimes sit at the table with her and have more to say than one-word answers. That he'd look at her and not just at the bowl of food in front of him. But he was never one to give her what she wanted.

As a teenager, she walked out of the swamp with a troupe of other misfits and troublemakers she called friends, and never looked back.

After getting roped into something that would lead to the worst years of her life, she decided to send a letter to him. She was now in Athkatla, tucked away in her bunk bed in one of the Shadow Thieves' headquarters, her eyes red and puffy from crying, and she wrote him a letter telling him how *good* her life was. That she was doing incredible, she was going to get rich, and she would never have to live in a backwards swamp, covered in mud like him. And no thanks to him, of course, because he was never there for her anyway, because he was a failure and nobody wanted to be around him and that's why he was alone now. It was bitter, malicious, she wanted to hurt him and twist the knife. She wanted him to feel the way she felt.

He answered with the most predictable, yet disappointing answer. He briefly told her he was glad she was doing well, and that he was doing fine. Nothing much besides that. It was barely an answer, she was surprised he even bothered to write the words down.

About a decade later, at what she would see as the lowest point of her life, she started writing another letter. This time, she apologized. She said she was angry and bitter, that she wasn't thinking straight and didn't really mean what she said. It was a really nice letter, especially for her, and she even politely asked how he was doing and about the state of the Mere and the village. But she never sent it. She reread it later and scoffed, thinking herself pathetic, that even after all these years she was still a naive little girl desperate for her uncle's attention. She burned it and put the idea out of her mind.

Her relationship with him has always been distant, she can't see it realistically being any other way, if she could even consider that they have a relationship at all now. And she's not sure if she would like to have one. Maybe some things are better left in the past.

[iluvromance]

no pressure but how bout a character sketch on Michael?

alright character sketch. let's do this.

michael moscovitz, the man that "practically never shuts up". he has an opinion about anyone and anything, but not in a judge-y kinda way. but more in a psychoanalysis-y kind of way that will make one question when he's had so much time to even think over something so much.

michael is blunt. he's not going to sugarcoat anything. he repeatedly reminds mia that she's in fact failing a class (or two) and he doesn't mean to be harmful about it. he's pointing out a fact that will help her. and he doesn't do it just to be like "ha ha i know more than you". he does it and then offers his help.

michael is intelligent, but never flashy. his man could be the most hermione granger-esque insufferable know-it-all and yet he is not. i personally think it is because he's a january capricorn and likely predominately earth sign'd, but that's just me. BUT ALSO to other people, he might be annoying with his nerdy rambles, but to the readers and mia, he's hot.

but despite all this "nerdy" stuff, he has a whole different side in which he has a very specific type of sardonic sense of humor and a need to always one up his sister who is several years younger than him. he calls his parents by their first names (even if it's not to their faces cmon that's SO FUNNY).

he's a feminist, and absolutely supports women's wrongs (ex. women who murder) that that's a lovely trait to have. and he has a great imagination. i mean, kenny said mia is like that josie person or whatever. and michael says mia is badass like buffy (?). the imagination on this man is insane. like the firefighter and alien plot? that's both sexy and nerdy. they probably have a lore to them.

he's also a BOY because he hates backstreet boys and probably hates any kind of hair product that makes his hair look greasy.

michael is NOT a 3-in-1 shampoo and condition and body wash guy. he avoids them, not to jump on the hate train, but because he doesn't think that logically any part of his body will be clean after using that. ("i mean that's like saying shampoo is interchangeable with body wash. that's just ridiculous!")

he's not scared by a lot of things. he likes a good challenge. he's not scared of things like spiders or bears or stuff. but i do think he'll get more scared now that he has children and he wants to protect them from everything.

the only times we've seen michael anxious is when mia is with other people (as in kenny & JP) and when his parents separate. he's overall a chill guy. i do think that he carried CBD oil with him just in case.

anyways. michael listens to weird fucking music. like has anyone ever looked up the songs that he plays at prom? they're so freaking WEIRD. michael's the type to lend someone an earbud to listen to his ipod with him and then put on the most obscure and underground band ever heard and have the audacity to compare them to like lady gaga or something.

one thing i very strongly believe in is that michael moscovitz can hold a fucking grudge. or at least when someone wrongs him, he's not going to look at that person the same. ex. michael's interaction with JP at mia's birthday party on the yacht. that man was getting pissed off. and him wanting to punch JP during prom? that wasn't an "in the moment" thing. he absolutely was dreaming of doing that since the day of his flight to japan. and when he finally does punch him in book 11, he's LAUGHING ABOUT IT!!! he thinks it's amusing!!!!!! he knows he's won. he's been waiting for that moment for years!!!

another example of him holding a grudge: when lilly doesn't unload the dishwasher or do her own chores, forcing michael to do them, he'll repeatedly remind her that he's done something for her and that she owes him.

michael gets angsty over mia. michael totally stayed in his room all broody when kenny got mia. ("what does he have that i don't? i could be so good for her. i am so good for her!") and he was pissed off as HELL when he got to his flight when leaving for japan. and even mia says that he glares at the construction workers who cat call her and lilly. AND HOW MAD HE WAS DURING THE WHOLE PRECIOUS GIFT THING (rightfully so). and how he threw rocky's shoes back at him when rocky threw them at michael. LMFAOOOOOOO

michael is a swearer. i have said this many times. everything points to him having a dirty mouth. this man does not say "freaking". he says "fucking" and he means it. that being said, i don't think he swears like a sailor. but when the time is right, he's gonna be saying them.

michael's love language is words of affirmation. it could be giving gifts if mia was a gift person. but aint no way michael "way to go thermopolis!" moscovitz isn't a words of affirmation kinda guy.

have i missed anything?