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[bespectacled-ghost]

i am once again being manic pixie dream girl-ed

[msmk11]

It’s Not A Costume

Peter Parker x gn!reader

WC: 753

CW: fluff; mentions of food

Summary: You mess around in your boyfriend’s suit even though you’re not supposed to

Day 26 of mk’s mad dash

When you arrived to Peter’s apartment, he wasn't there. But Aunt May was, and she happily let you in. Basically a fixture in their home from how often you were over at their place, you quickly got comfortable on the couch and caught up with May while she basically force fed you goldfish.

As the time grew later you grew more worried, but she assured you that it wasn’t uncommon for Peter to be home late after visiting Tony Stark. You trusted her wholeheartedly and tried to keep her words in the back of your mind when she left you to go on a date.

You decided a distraction was exactly what you needed so you wandered into Peter’s room looking for that very distraction. The legos on his desk caught your immediate attention- especially considering he rarely let you play with them since they were “not a toy.”

But when you were so scared of breaking them every two seconds, the fun fizzled out very quickly.

You tried to entertain yourself with Peter’s smart-person books, but it was about as interesting to you as watching paint dry. It’s only when you chucked his books back over by his backpack that a flash of red and blue caught your attention.

Peter’s suit.

If your boyfriend was cautious about his legos, he was absolutely, insanely protective over his suit. You understood why, but like a child who’s told not to do something, his protectiveness only made you itch to wear the suit more.

And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him…

You peaked outside Peter’s window and strained your ears for any footsteps down the hall to confirm that he wasn’t coming back to catch you.

Then, with near overwhelming giddiness, you snatched up his suit and slid it on, the surprisingly silky material gliding over the exposed parts of your skin.

Though you knew you and your boyfriend were different sizes, the suit still seemed oddly sized for Peter’s size and stature. You felt around for some sort of zipper or tie or something to tighten it, but came up with nothing. But when you patted your hands around your chest, the suit suddenly moved of its own accord, molding to your physique naturally.

Admittedly, you let out a yelp of surprise that you were glad no one else was around to hear.

You then threw the mask over your head but didn’t touch it otherwise, too afraid to let the spandex-like material tighten over your face.

(You liked breathing, thank you very much.)

The reflection you were met with in Peter’s bedroom mirror set your heart alight with excitement. You felt and looked super fucking cool, and even did the little hand motion you’d seen your boyfriend do many times to shoot his webs.

Too busy admiring the suit on you, you didn’t hear the apartment door open or the approaching footsteps of Peter. It was only once his door creaked open and a series of apologies began flying from his mouth that you noticed.

“Baby I’m so sorry I’m late. Mr. Stark got caught up explaining some new technology to me and then he invited me to an Avenger’s dinner and-“

Peter paused, finally taking in the sight of you.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He whined, “You know you’re not supposed to mess around in my suit! It’s not a costume!”

You, at least, had the decency to look sheepish, though your boyfriend wouldn’t know with the mask still covering your face.

“I was bored,” you pout, “it’s your fault for leaving me alone with so many temptations.”

And though Peter couldn’t see your face, he could already imagine your pouty lips and big eyes that always made his heart clench happily.

He sighed and dropped his stuff to the floor, walking over to you. Gently, he lifted the mask off your head and grinned softly at your pout.

“I’m sorry baby, you’re right.”

Peter gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

You feigned being lost in thought, but really you already knew the answer.

“Let me play in your suit for a few more minutes.”

You could already sense his protests of “it’s not a costume” on his lips again, but he bit them back.

“Okay baby. Five more minutes.”

A loud squeal escaped your lips and you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Vanitas with an s/o who inherited her father's family's ability to transform into a bird? Everyone transforms into a different bird; S/O is a crow, her father is a peacock, her uncle's a robin, and so on.

He was trying to get some sleep when he heard the peaking at the window. Vanitas rolled over, then glared, before he got up & opened the window. If it had been any other bird, he would have thrown his shoe at it (glass be damned) and gone back to sleep. But he knew those eyes, and that purple shade on its breast meant that it was no ordinary bird. “Couldn’t you just come to the front door like everyone else?”

The crow let out a ‘kaw’ then flew in to land on the floor. A dark shadow enveloping it before fading away to reveal a beautiful woman. “Come in through the front door? In this traffic?”

Vanitas scoffed and shuffled off to his bed again. “What do you want?”

“Nothing. I just hadn’t seen you in a while.” She told him.

“Whose fault is that?”

It might have been a little mean, but he wasn’t the one who was constantly called away.

Being of an old, noble vampire family, [Y/N] already had their commitments to society. Coupled with their strength and inherited technique from their family, Oiseaux d'une Plume, they rose in rank and became a valuable member of the vampire court. That’s how they met. On one of the more hospitable meetings with Lord Ruthven and his much more abiding nephew.

“I can’t exactly say no when asked to do a job, Vanitas. We would see each other even less if I was in prison for treason.”

“I know. I know.” Vanitas replied. His hand coming up to his face. “It’s just frustrating sometimes that you’re on their beck and call.”

“Or rather beak and call.” She snickered at her own joke and Vanitas had to smile a little at that. “I’m here now though. Do you really want to fight?”

“No. I guess not.” He agreed and got ready for bed again, with [Y/N] by his side. “Tell me a story.”

“What are you, 6?” [Y/N] asked, glancing up at him from her position on his chest, but still smiled as she tucked herself back in. “Have I ever told you about my second cousin Antwane?” Vanitas shook his head. “Well, he was a nice young man. Got the short end of the stick on the family ability though. His bird was a chicken. They’re actually really smart birds, but no one knows that because they spend some much time eating them. One time, while he was transformed, someone mistook him for a plain old farmer’s chicken and tried to catch him to put him in a stew. Poor Antwane refused to transform for months after that because he was terrified someone would catch him and turn him into Coq Au Vin or something. Anyway….”

Vanitas listened to the story as he drifted off to sleep. He dreamt about what bird he would want to be if he had that ability. How it would be to fly. What it would be like to be truly free for a change.

When he woke up [Y/N] was gone. Literally flown the coop with a note of ‘urgent business. I will see you soon’. But maybe birds weren’t all that free either.

[greenerteacups]

So, because I definitely care a Normal Amount ™ about Lionheart, I went back and re-read the entire thing in preparation for the last chapter of Book 4. It was such an interesting exercise because while I love reading serialized fiction (it's such a core part of what makes fanfic amazing) - it really does hit differently when you look at the story up until this point in it's entirety. (I could go on absolutely unhinged tangents about how much the way you have adjusted canon that just scratches the excema in my brain.)

However- on this re-read, the line that Draco says when he and Hermione have their seminal discussion in the owlery snagged my mind and I can't stop thinking about how Draco accuses Hermione of liking the fact that he's meaner than she is. Because on one hand - yes? He absolutely has less of a sense than she does about Right Decisions, because she always wants to do the "right" thing, but objectively its not always the right thing to do - its just moral relativism rearing its old ugly head again. But on the other hand, he's completely wrong because Hermione (at least in the original books) has this enormous capacity for cruelty that shes not even aware of - partially because girly does not have a single ounce of tact, but also because she wasn't brought up in the wizarding world. She lacks some of the context and cultural clues that allow characters like Draco and Daphne to navigate with an ease she likely envies. And while all the Slytherin bbs have high IQs and low EQs, I think they also are hyper aware of personal standing, so I could easily see Hermione blithely insulting someone without realizing it and completely RUINING their day/month/year etc.

I'm curious if you've thought any more about this dynamic between D/H - and what they think of the others capacity for mean-ness and cruelty??

YES! To all! Especially the bit about Hermione having "an enormous capacity for cruelty that she's not aware of," because yes, that's pretty much one of her cardinal faults as a character — the insidious combination of (a) not really prioritizing other people's feelings if/when they conflict with something Hermione wants or feels, and (b) not being at all aware that she has that quality, and in fact believing herself to be the most emotionally intelligent member of the Trio. (Remember "emotional range of a teaspoon"? I burst out laughing when that happened, because like... girl. The call is coming from inside the house.) At the same time, she's smart enough to recognize when other people are unkind or tactless, so there's this beautifully intricate hypocrisy to how she understands her own emotional intelligence — her pride and arrogance blind her to ways that she neglects others, but her sincere generosity, kindness, and desperate yearning to be helpful and good to other people actually do allow her to see when other people are bad at it, as well as propel her to... well... try. It's a really interesting combination. Hermione is so much fun.

I wouldn't characterize that as cruelty, though, and to an extent it's not necessarily meanness — not in the way that Draco's talking about in that conversation, anyway. Firstly, as a caveat, Draco is in the middle of a fight when he accuses Hermione of liking the fact that he's mean, so I don't think he's altogether sincere about it; I think if you asked him in a moment of repose, he would have a more measured and generous interpretation on their dynamic, even though he's not necessarily wrong. Rather, I think what Draco said is a very inelegant way of pointing out how Hermione uses Draco as a moral backboard: she enjoys the moral high ground, does Granger, and Draco is almost always completely happy to cede it to her. Being around Draco makes her feel like a Good Gryffindor, because while he matches and challenges her intellect/ambition/drive, she gives him direction and moral focus, which is a role he's explicitly told her she plays on multiple counts, and which she's expressed insecurity about in the past (their fireside conversation about "am I good?" and what that means — the idea of capital-G Goodness, and how it becomes increasingly difficult to find as you leave childhood, is one of the tenets of Hermione's arc.)

Secondly, I think Draco is just meaner than Hermione because when he is mean, he does it on purpose. One of the earliest moments of bonding that they ever have as people comes from Draco making fun of Ron's performance in Charms (while imitating his accent, to add insult). Hermione doesn't make the joke herself — but she does laugh at it. She finds it funny. Of course, that's before she's friends with Ron, and she has about 500,000 words of personal growth in front of her, but she still enjoys Draco's dry humor and his attention to detail, both of which he not infrequently uses to make fun of people on purpose. Draco knows this, and he likes amusing her, and sometimes he'll actively make a mean joke because he knows she finds it funny, and because he knows she won't make it herself. They're not the most likable people in the world.

Hermione may not have the same social graces as people born in the magical world, but when she insults people, she usually does it on accident, out of tactlessness, or because they've (in her eyes) well and truly earned it. She doesn't go out of her way to pick on people who haven't asked for it first, and I would go so far as to say her moral compass bars her from it. That's part of what Draco means when he claims to be the worse person, and while he's being wildly uncharitable in that argument, not to mention just an all-around arsehole, he is also a licensed expert on the particular subject of his relationship with Hermione Granger. He knows their dynamic very well, and she knows it.

[gumnut-logic]

He really had no idea where things had gone wrong.

It should have been simple. He was eighteen, responsible, head of his class, and excelled in leadership challenges. He was a top-of-the-line Rescue Scout, he had all the badges. This should have been easy.

But it wasn’t.

It had been Virgil’s suggestion. Though more correctly a Gordon-suggested-Virgil suggestion. Scott would have much preferred a trip out to the local airstrip and John had made it very clear that he would have rather visited the local space centre.

But Virgil had pulled the ‘we always do aerospace, this is unfair to Gordon’ card. And the annoying thing was that Virgil was right. Gordon usually got the short straw in group activities because his interests lay in different areas to the vast majority of the family.

He did have a powerful advocate in Virgil, though. Fully capable of poking every button Scott had to get his way.

Younger brothers may be everything, but damn they could make life difficult.

Maybe the fates had sent this one as a learning experience.

He stared down at the chicken currently perched on his knee. It was one of the fancy breed types. Small, fluffy, barely able to see beyond the end of its beak, and exactly the perfect size to fit in Gordon’s pocket.

This wasn’t an empirically tested fact, but Scott could not work out how else his little brother had smuggled it out of the petting zoo. Perhaps he should be glad it hadn’t made it out of the actual zoo and onto public transport, or, god forbid, back to the hotel room…and Dad.

He was trying not to think about Dad too much right now, because explaining this was likely to get them all grounded until Scott had as much grey hair as his father.

Though at this rate, that might not be too far into the future.

“Scotty, can I have an ice cream?”

He turned to look at his tiniest brother and was assaulted by his big blue pleading eyes.

This was seriously not fair. His brothers had weapons like this that Scott had so much trouble denying. “No, I’m sorry, squirt, we have to stay here until the Zoo Manager comes back.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Gordon, still dripping wet, on the other side of Scott, poked his head around. “Told you, you should have eaten all your lunch.”

“Shuddup, Gordy.”

Hmm, maybe Scott had said that phrase a few to many times if Allie was picking it up. “Gordon, I wouldn’t be saying anything right now if I were you.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Then whose, exactly?”

“I was saving Frilly! She can’t swim!” As if to emphasise that fact, the chicken on his knee fluffed up its feathers and flicked water in his face.

He closed his eyes and wiped a hand over his eyes. “And who exactly endangered Frilly in the first place?”

“She wasn’t in danger! I was protecting her!”

“By stealing her from her home?”

“Scott! We have a farm where she can play and be happy.” Gordon screwed up his face. “Not be trapped in that horrible cage.”

“Gordon, we have been through this. She is well cared for.”

But his little nine-year-old brother folded his arms over his chest, screwed up his face into a massive grump, and turned away from Scott, conversation ended.

Water dripped silently onto the wooden bench.

“I want an ice cream.”

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

The chicken pooped on his jeans.

-o-o-o-

Perhaps it had been a bit much to ask of Virgil. His younger brother had spent most of the year eyebrow deep in his studies. It couldn’t be easy having John the genius waltzing through several subjects enough to catch up and then having to work alongside him to get final grades. There were three years between Virgil and John, but John was quick, and while Virgil was his own kind of smart, it didn’t equate academically to Johnny.

Virgil took it well, but Scott, while proud of both his brothers, knew it couldn’t be easy for the elder of the two.

So if Virgil had been distracted enough for this to happen…

No, that wasn’t fair. This was Scott’s responsibility and he trusted Virgil with everything.

When Alan had wandered off and disappeared, Scott had no issue with leaving his other two brothers under Virgil’s care while Scott tore through the zoo trying to find the missing three-year-old.

There had been announcements over the PA, staff alerted, and a hunt.

Apparently, while Scott panicked - yes, he would admit to himself that his response was a little haphazard and, if he was honest, frightened - Virgil had chosen to distract their two youngest brothers by taking them to the small aquarium.

After all, Gordon adored aquariums. Good decision. Excellent choice.

Perhaps not so much.

By the time Scott located Alan, who had somehow hitched a ride on a tour buggy that had disappeared into a jungle exhibit, both Gordon and Virgil were soaked to the bone, and John had been ‘arrested’ by zoo staff.

Hugging Allie to his chest, not sure he ever wanted to let him go again, Scott had walked into the aquarium to discover chaos - with his three brothers at the centre of it all.

John was the biggest surprise, really. His middle brother was the academic achiever, smart and more inclined to spend time with himself than hordes of friends.

But then they do say it is always the quiet ones.

John had dismantled a holographic sign, re-coded it and changed the display.

“What the hell? Why, John?”

Showing zero remorse and if anything, disgusted that he had had to go to the effort, his brother replied, “They were disseminating incorrect information. That was not a Leafy Sea Dragon, it was a Weedy Sea Dragon.”

Scott had stared at him for a full moment. “How the hell do you know that?”

John rolled his eyes. “He’s my brother, too, you know.”

And then he’d been mobbed by zoo staff demanding to know how to fix whatever it was he had done.

That left Virgil.

Who had fallen into the central aquarium itself while trying to get Gordon out of the water.

Did Scott love his fishy brother?

God, yes.

Did he want to throttle him?

There was a strong possibility.

Virgil could swim, of course, but it had been an aquarium with other denizens of the sea in there with him and while Gordon was quite happy chasing stingrays and sharks, Scott completely understood Virgil’s not so positive reaction to sharing marine real estate with them.

There may have been a little too much water swallowed and so much coughing afterwards that the zoo staff had called in their medical team.

Yes, Scott could feel a grey hair popping up through his scalp right about now.

Virgil’s apologies kept being cut off by his hacking cough.

So here Scott sat, a little brother either side of him, a chicken on his knee, one brother getting the third degree from the zoo technical staff, the other being given oxygen just in case he hadn’t finished drowning.

Scott’s brother radar was pinging in so many different directions he was at a complete loss how to respond. This was a new experience.

He always knew what to do.

But apparently not now.

So the sight of his grandmother walking through the door set off such a wave of relief he nearly went down under it all.

“Grandma!”

“Honey.” And he was wrapped in her arms, the chicken taking flight as he stood up, and two little brothers jumping in to make it a group hug.

She stroked his hair.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Always, honey.” She pulled away gently. “Now, get me up to speed. I need a sit rep.”

He stared at her.

Both the chicken and Allie were attempting to climb his legs.

So Scott Tracy straightened up, reported in detail…

And handed the situation off to his superior.

Grandma would know what to do.

-o-o-o-

[the1975attheirverybest]

Concept ! Imagine Matty and the reader are fighting and Matty (you know he can get real mean sometimes probably ) gets into that mode but the reader / girlfriend is suddenly meaner in a smart way like he doesn't know what to reply anymore then him hahah how do you think this would end up

Ooohhh… Yeah, I definitely think Matty’s smart mouth gets him in trouble in arguments. My dad’s kinda like that. Like he’s so smart and so blunt but sometimes THATS NOT WHATS NEEDED and he gotta learn when to shut the fuck up a bit, lmao.

I’m gonna just go off of something that Matty himself has admitted to. “I’m better at writing…”

So, like, maybe his gf is also a musician. Or maybe she’s a writer. Maybe she asked him for his feedback on something, but instead of telling her what works and what doesn’t, he starts taking issue with the very premise of the thing that she’s writing. “Well if that’s how your character felt, why didn’t she just- stop going out with this guy. It doesn’t make sense. The reader needs to feel invested. I feel no investment in this plot whatsoever.” He shrugs self-satisfied.

“I didn’t ask you about the plot, Matty. I asked you about the building that this scene takes place in.”

“Never got to that part. Got bored after the second paragraph cuz I wasn’t buying into it.”

She gets frustrated “thanks. That’s unhelpful.”

“I would say that’s extremely helpful! Saved you a conversation with your editors.”

“You did no such thing, Matty. Instead of meeting the story on its own terms, you completely re-wrote it. It’s not about why they continue to stay together! Sometimes things aren’t that simple you know.”

He’s staying cool in the face of her frustration which is her least favorite thing ever. It makes he feel like she’s overreacting even when she’s not.

“It’s okay to suck sometimes. I do it too on occasion. But you don’t have to act like that cuz you know my way is better than yours. Just cuz you’re a writer, doesn’t mean you shit gold. Not everything that you come up with is gonna work.”

He thinks he’s won the argument. He sits back in his chair, legs open wide, taking up the space proudly.

“Oh, I know. Sometimes I make mistakes. We all do! It’s part of the writing process. I just feel sorry for you cuz you live in such a narrow reality that you can’t stand the idea of someone doing things differently that you. Just because YOU would quit on a situation like that, doesn’t mean my character should. I’m writing her story, not yours. Art doesn’t always have to be slavishly adhering to your specific perception.”

He opens his mouth to reply, “oh yeah? If I’m so narrow minded, then-“ nothing comes to mind.

“I’m just gonna go work on this on my own. Thanks for nothing, my love.” She walks away and goes back to her desk. He’s just sitting there. His mouth STILL open. He blinks and tries to take in what she said.

Ends up pouting for hours. Stewing in his is. Rage. He can’t BELIEVE she called him narrow-minded. That’s the last thing that he wants to be. That’s why he works so hard at trying not to be judgmental and make sure he’s open to arguments. Then he realizes that he behaved in the exact opposite way towards her. He wasn’t open to ideas. He just pushed his reading on her from the get go, and when she got frustrated with him, he told her it was her fault for not being able to see things her way.

So he starts jotting down thoughts on paper. Goes over to her office, and is like “okay, I’m gonna read out loud from this thing so I don’t put my foot in my mouth again. I’ll stick to the script…” he apologizes, then he makes a calm case for what he thought needed fixing, why he thought that (respectfully), and what he liked. He’d begggg her to let him see her draft again and he’d be on his best behavior.

[hecksupremechips]

giving u a lil friend smooch and permission to talk about whatever crosses your mind MWAH

Whale ain’t that sweet 🥺

Time to talk very long in an incoherent way cuz im out of meds and sleep deprived and having issues rn so its. Not gonna be. Words gonna go silly

I’m never not thinking about shinji this is known this is truth I think shinji and ryuki have this shared problem of being my favorite characters ever but the game theyre in sucks and is Bad so bad lol but shhhh I don’t wanna talk about that part rn I’ll get really bitchy. I’m very insecure that when I write the shinji and akihiko relationship during the 2 years separation that I’m making aki look like a fucking asshole on accident liek I’m worried my biases are skewing things cuz like okay. Main conflict is aki wants shinji to come back to sees and feels like he’s blaming himself too much for the incident with kens mom to the point of not doing ANYTHING like just wallowing in self pity. And shinji doesn’t wanna come back cuz guilt + trauma has ruined everything about sees and he doesn’t have a clue how to control his persona so he doesn’t wanna risk another casualty and he’s sick of being asked to come back to that shit and starts destroying himself yayyy. And its a very real conflict like it hurts cuz neither of them are WRONG but they’re horrible at communicating and they have so much bullshit to carry that they should t have to carry on their own but they don’t have anyone to rely on, especially not shinji. But sometimes I think like in both the canon and in fics akis perspective is shown waaay more and he’s made out to be like. Correct? Like I’m supposed to think shinji is being unreasonable or something or that he’s an asshole and it’s like. No??? I think he’s actually very reasonable like he really shouldn’t have to come back to sees it’s not the end of the world like yes, he shouldn’t be isolating himself it’s not good for him but that’s not like. A moral failing he’s literally just traumatized and suicidal and like. Of course he’s isolating! Of course he’s being secretive and hurting himself and feels at fault like he isn’t a regular persona user his persona is literally actively dangerous which would obviously translate to him as “im dangerous” and hes also literally been told all his life he’s a failure he’s literally the loner with “behavior issues” and no family no money treated as a burden by all the adults and being in sees was his one chance to be a part of something where he finally wasn’t a failure and then. He failed at that too. And he loves his friends but like, their lives aren’t the same. Mitsuru has always been rich and beautiful and smart and akihiko came from the same place but he got adopted by a nice rich family and is a star athlete and smart and well behaved and then theres shinji the drop out freak and I think that’s also what leads him to connect with strega and get the suppressants is just like. The feeling of being misunderstood by the people who SHOULD understand but they just like. Literally cannot because of their different roles in society. It’s painful! It isn’t something he wants to address but it’s undeniably there! And it’s painful for aki just like. The realization that he alone cannot move shinji he alone cannot make him happy again and theres parts of him he’ll literally never understand it’s horrible cuz they’ve always understood each other and been able to pick each other up but the world is getting too complicated and they’re both so damaged and can’t do it alone anymore and punching shadows just. Won’t fix it. They need so much love and support and therapy and cookies many cookies and shinji lives in my pocket

Okay now that I’ve gotten the bulk of that ramble out of the way let’s get cute okay. I really wanna write halloween fics rn even though it’s July like it’s actually a need and of course it’s about my favorite tsundere family trio so basically basically basically October is a horrible month for them but they and the rest of sees decide to get really into Halloween just to have something good to look forward to and I like to imagine shinji in an attempt to find a will to live gets like REALLY into sewing like hes always been able to sew just like basic stuff like he always mended clothes and made miki a stuffed animal out of old socks (it was really ugly she loved it) and he could stitch up wounds but he never really got too skilled at it. And then one day he notices koromarus costume is a little wonky and this spirals into I MUST MAKE A NEW COSTUME FOR KORO and before he knows what’s happening koro is dressed like a clown fish and a month has passed and he hasn’t tried to hurt himself once so FUCK this is now something he’s become deeply invested in. So he decides he’s gonna make Halloween costumes for Ken and (sigh) himself cuz yeah. There’s obviously gonna be a halloween party costumes are required. Ken I think would like trick or treating but also he’s like IM NOT A BABY I DONT DO THAT and I think aki and shinji would respect that but also they kinda really wanna take him trick or treating cuz a) it’s fun and they need fun memories and Ken needs to have childhood fun before he’s too old b) they didn’t really get to have much halloween fun as kids and c) candy free candy. Still undecided if they’ll go or not BUT they will at least have the party to go to and they’re all like oh noooooo (secretly very excited). So back to sewing shinji tries to engage with kens interests and with great great effort he promises Ken that they’ll dress up as his favorite characters and Ken sooo wants to act cool but he’s over the moon and the idea of shinji dressing up with him is just. Sobs I’m actually gonna cry JUST THINKING ABOUT IT STOP. So shinji gets some shitty ass discount fabrics and is gonna hand sew them but he’s starting kinda late and his hands are a lot weaker now so he’s forced to use 🙊 the sewing machine. And he is very bad. With the sewing machine but he cannot destroy it with his ax because it was a gift and he doesn’t have time to struggle with this and he wants to call fuuka for assistance but he’s a little shit who hates asking for help and also it’d ruin the surprise if she knew his costume plans obviously. So basically enter aki who walks in on this and he’s like hey did you know you can read the instruction manual for help and shinji is like FUCK YOU OF COURSE I KNOW THIS and aki is like then hwhyyy are you nOT DOING IT and so they have to take a night to figure it out (date night goals) and it’s literally so difficult cuz the instructions are total gibberish to shinji but at least he knows how sewing works while aki is the opposite he can read the manual but doesn’t know shit about threads or fabric so they have to work together it’s atrocious it’s like diffusing a bomb and then other conflicts come up aki is like. Am I getting a costume too and shinji is like lol no and aki is like but I wanna be part of this joint costume thing it sounds cute and shinji is like ….did….did you think you weren’t gonna be part of this???? And aki is like YOU NEVER DISCUSSED IT WITH ME???? So poor aki just thought he was excluded from the big costume moment cuz shinji forgot to explicitly tell him that it was a thing they’d both do cuz he just thought it was obvious and this changes EVERYTHING SHINJI so they discuss their costumes and shinji is like okay cool but I’m still not making your costume for you that’s something you gotta figure out for yourself lol and then they get the machine working and shinji makes a third costume and it’s sweet but also he does get scolded for overworking himself but it’s fiiiiine it’s literally fiiiine and Ken is happy even though the costumes are really wonky cuz he thinks he looks JUST LIKE his

Blorbo and also he honestly didn’t think shinji and aki would actually go through with dressing up with him cuz he’s just so used to empty promises and not getting good things BUT THEY FOLLOWED THROUGH and they look really dorky and stupid but they match with him and they did it for him and they look like a family and oh god im crying again hold on. And they get a lot of candy obviously and side note akihiko would be that bitch who gives raisins to everyone because it’s the only candy he likes and he genuinely thinks kids would want it because ITS LITERALLY NATURES CANDY and their apartment gets egged

[swampstew]

Wanna know who binged What's The Magic Word last night and then read tonight's chapters with a smile on my face? THIS GAL!!!!😁😁😁

The whole thing with the Raven calling out Kid for being a lover boy had me in stitches, and the little Kim Possible easter egg was a cute touch. XD I was listening to videos of ravens mimicking human words earlier today, and it never fails to amaze me just how clever they are.

So happy you included Three-Eyed Killer too! It's one of my favorite headcanons and the fact that Kid gets way more upset about Killer being perceived as a freak than Killer does is very in-character. Rowena's right about all three of his eyes being beautiful!😭😭 If only someone could have told him that much sooner. Still baffles me how in the One Piece world where people can look like literally anything, someone with three eyes is considered freaky. 🙄

And the fight scene wedding! THE WATER SPINOSAURUS!!! THE PROPOSAL!!! THE VOWS!!! THE HELLHOUNDS DRAGGING PEOPLE OFF TO THE UNDERWORLD!!! IT WAS BRUTALLY ROMANTIC AND ROMANTICALLY BRUTAL!!!! YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER, BEB!!!!

IM GUSHING! SOBBING! THROWING UP! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY RN I WANNA VOMIT RAINBOWS AND SKULLS AND KUROMI STICKERS!!!!!!!!!

it fills my lil heart with joy that you've enjoyed the fic especially these recent chapter drops :D i never thought i'd be here posting such intimate fantasies i created for myself and my comfort character and it brings me all the good brain feels when y'all come into my comments and ask box that you've even read past chapter 1! Your praise and enthusiasm makes me excited to drop more in the future ~ not just for OC fics but stories in general♡

Some fic talk below the cut so avert yee eyes if you don't want to be spoilt ~~~

I had to sit down and bury my face into my gengar plush from how hard i was cheesing. my cheeks hurt and its all your fault!

NGL the Raven was actually me self inserting <in my self insert story> shenanigans for the gag ~ I love bullying the big dope! It is CRAZY how Ravens and other birds can talk - that's one of the reasons i both respect and lowkey fear birds. They're SO smart. I wanna befriend one. But im sure it could lure me into a pyramid scheme.

Thank you! I've read the head canon on Tumblr a few times but can't pin the source. I think it's a theory with merit! I try to do slightly different traits/characteristics of canon characters across fics so that each fic has it's own canon of the Kid Pirates. In What's the Magic Word? - Killer is a hybrid three-eye tribe member. In other fics - he's just as precious and special but in other ways.

ALSO THE DISCRIMINATION! INSANE! In this house we loathe Big Mom (she's an AMAZING character and I want to study her in a lab 60 floors under ground) but i HATE HER ASS. straight up abused tf outta her kids for being the variety snack pack kingdom she WANTED.

For Chapter 29 - I'll just leave it at TYSFMISSGDHRNIHH (thank you so fucking much im sobbing so god damn hard right now i have hiccups). As much as I romanticize the fuck out of Eustass Kid, I wanted to make sure his wedding day fit his brand of chaotic♥

I'll make a better quality post of the cover art in a few days after the chapters sink in a little! All my love for this crazy pirate culminated to this moment♥

[itsgivingautism]

01/18/24 — Zia rants about being autistic & physically disabled & chronically ill in a fucked ableist society & having to be dependent on their partner

Started to have meltdown over this & other stuff to my partner before he left for work…. I didn’t meant to have a morning meltdown. I found myself shutting down and feeling guilty before he left bc I can recognize it’s hard on him even when he doesn’t wanna show it. But needed a place to rant and ended up going off down below for a like an hour. I don’t want to open up but I made tumblr after not being on here since high school for an outlet for a lot of reasons, with support & encouragement from therapists to do so. But I also hate being perceived. I’m just so fucking annoying tho I somehow always bring attention to myself that I never want….. but I’m also learning to tell my story & share my experiences. As an autistic person late diagnosed who was severely abused throughout my entire childhood opening up, learning to unmask & not shutdown, understanding my own thoughts, feelings, & experiences is so fucking hard.

I am so grateful for my partner but god I wish I was independent. I wish I had the ability to take care of myself. I wish I wasn’t so fucking dependent on his love and support. I wish I wasn’t so needy, or clingy. I wish I wasn’t disabled physically and mentally. I wish I wasn’t so wounded & traumatized. I wish I wasn’t so chronically ill. I wish I wasn’t in autistic burnout, a state of prolonged cognitive decline that one average can last 2-10 years.

I wish I could get a job. Even working from home but my mind can’t even. I’m constantly age regressing and going across different timelines of my mind and getting trapped, constantly disconnecting from this current physical reality even when I seem like a part of it to others - but it’s just automatic masking as a trauma response. All a result of my CPTSD+autism+adhd

I haven’t been able to work a real job since 2020. I’ve been fighting to get the support & benefits I need but constantly being shit on. Having to go thru constant channels to prove how severe my issues are and then being told try this treatment first and when it doesn’t work its still somehow my fault. I’m sick of having to prove my disabilities & illnesses and then when I show how bad they are I’m being dramatic. But when I mask & show strength, I must be making it up. How could you be so strong about then? There’s no winning. Only losing. I don’t see a point in showing weakness or asking for help. But then refusing to and bottling it all up, that has lead me to deeply problematic bad spirals. I just want to be taken seriously by doctors & medical professionals. I hate this country.

I wish I was normal. I hate burdening my partner. Although I know he doesn’t want me to feel like one and he genuinely wants to help me, I also know I stress him out….

I am dependent on him financially while his job is fucking over their contracts, refusing to give him & his coworkers the raises they were supposed to get a year ago. Him and his coworkers have collectively trying to unionize for months (which is the only reason they actually didn’t get a pay cut which the company was tryna do even tho they were supposed to give raises last year) and ofc my partner has been the one leading the unionizing. (We joke about my radicalism really rubbing off on him)

I’m constantly trying to find ways to make money, which end up doing more damage to my body. He hate what it does to me. He wishes he could do more while stuck in his work contract. it’s a lot on him. And I feel like his life would be so much less stressful without me tho….. or at least if I could just be normal & healthy….

Even my friends point out that unless I’m talking about my emotions & trauma I don’t make any sense talking…. like burnout really shows…. It’s embarrassing constantly. I sound like a so clearly disabled most of the time. I used to exceptionally smart & articulate before this burnout. Ik they mean it accepting my but it’s hard when 90% of what I say comes out wrong. It’s hard when I’m trying to be supportive and it sounds like asshole shit bc my issues with speech & cognition. I want to be a lovely validating friend. Not the one they have to dissect my word vomit to find the love & support in foolish clumsily words. I’m technically hyperlexic so I can keep creating words but my other learning disabilities downgrade the quality & meaning of those words.

But I also only make sense when talking about my looping emotions & trauma is bc I only share what I can (the deeper stuff is vaulted by selective mutism & shutdowns). This is the shit going thru my brain, talking to myself about and looping constantly. Ofc it’s the only thing I can talk about. But even most the time I’m still not making sense entirely. But it’s all I can think about, talk to myself about, and it’s all the my brain is giving me permission to share about myself.

[bumblebeesdoorwings]

wait wait hold oh Rodimus too i forgot him sorry 😭😭 hope you see this

I SEE THIS AND I AM EXCITED!!!! Time to push my unpopular-opinion-agenda on everyone who follows me!! This guy has been a LEECH on my brain lately, so I got lots to say and little sense to make!!

RODIMUS

one aspect about them i love: Despite everything he's been through, despite Nyon, despite dying, despite the WAR.. He's gotta be the only one that's handling the end of the war well in face. You know? He's got that Optimus thing going on with the positivity. Even with the dying sarcasm and adhd and unemployed vibes, he's still got that going for him. It's admirable. He's absolutely depressed, pushes everyone away despite being ''friendly'' with everyone. He's got one single best friend and he still pushed Drift away. Now when I started MTMTE I was expecting a totally different character. There is not much interaction between him and the others, he's rarely around actually. But I'll be damned if he isn't the most positive one on the ship. And I just know that helps somehow. He keeps it lighthearted and bears that agonizing weight of trauma on his own. Sheesh..

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: Despite his lack of thinking before he acts or speaks, I do think he's pretty smart to a fault. He's masking. He's literally masking. Like.. he may not understand the consequences or effect of what he does, but he isn't.. blatantly cruel on purpose? Does that make sense? He's confident and knows himself, but he's... Yeah. OH ALSO: Just because he's got a speedster frame doesn't mean he's a damsel in distress. He can take care of himself. He's not a tiny frail thing.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: Here we go, my unpopular opinion: He's Asexual. 1000% Ace. That stuff just doesn't come naturally to him. He's not a prude, but he's not like.. actively seeking it out or jumping at the opportunity. He sees people eyeing him up and tells them where he got his paintjob, where he got his mods. He doesn't realize they're eyeing him up for other reasons. Don't tell him that either. He'll just get mad that people keep treating him like a meal rather than the leader he is. His frame is for being quick, fast, versatile. Flashy, yes, but he picked the colors to be SEEN, not drooled over. Yes, he seeks attention because he's never taken seriously, but he gets that by being loud, wild, irresponsible. Thats uh, thats it. There's no hidden meaning behind his actions or words. Maybe he's had a few flings in his past, or in current, but it ain't nearly as much as everyone assumes. Not even CLOSE. The real secret sex life of Rodimus Prime is that he's not focused on such a life.

one character i love seeing them interact with: Drift!! I love their friendship so much! It's so so soo great to see a close friendship in comics and shows. I have a best friend, an Amica, who I love and adore very much! So I see Rodimus and Drift and get excited! They're besties! They've had their ups and downs, but they're always there for each other!! When Rodimus told Magnus that he WANTED Drift's opinion? Love love loved that. That's his best fuckin FRIEND, Magnus! (Yes, he did do Drift HORRIBLY wrong on the Lost Light, I understand that and I'm very mad at him for it, but we all make shitty mistakes with friendships. This guy ain't had a friend in forever, he's self sabotaging constantly. Its no excuse but it doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a second chance at being a good friend.)

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: Okay very very odd, but Starscream. They'd both hate it, but I think they got quite a bit in common if you break them down to their basics and I think they'd have a lot to talk about. They both have this odd... not-so-friends but not-so-enemies with Megatron, (there's some trauma there that's shared with that as well). They both want to be taken seriously and be this leader but neither can really get there and even when they do get there, its taken from them very fast. I just want to see them talk. Just sit 'em down and fuckin crack them open like eggs for frying. If Starscream went Autobot, he'd be Rodimus and if Rodimus went Decepticon, he'd be Starscream. Does that make any sense? Its odd, I know.. BUT..

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: I love the whole 'Ratchet and Rodimus have a Uncle-Nephew type relationship', and with Ratchet ending up with Drift in the end, I LOVE the idea of Rodimus being that tag-a-long that ends up somehow squeezing himself into hang outs with them. They're his friends! He loves them! He just wants to hang with them! All the time, yes, but he's just really enjoying how happy his bestie is, and enjoys being able to mess with Ratchet and get away with it to a degree. He's always in their habsuite eating their snacks. Drift doesn't yell at him for it but Ratchet does. Disclaimer!!! I don't ship them all together, I cherish the friendships.

I can talk forever about this onion. Roddy has so many layers and so much to his character and I am obsessed with diving into him. I have SO much to say and SO little cohesiveness to say it all!!

[maneaterwithtail]

Why Belos role and characterization and treatment in narrative or character parallel bothers me

I cannot help but feel it confuses a therapeutic uhm... end goal

"Your abuser despite his (and it is ALWAYS a he) affect, power, influence, or even your feelings to him, is wrong about you and told you lies that control and undermine you. Leave them behind. Don't engage. Separate yourself and reasoning from them. You will be free and see them as powerless a shadow and not even need the same thing from anyone else. Because you have a more substantive and whole thing from yourself"

with 

"Abuser is inhuman blind liar and nothing like you so have no fear. Its all a conspiracy and you'll never be like him no matter what you do!"

This is a common thing. Over and over and over. What grants the greatest... win or catharsis or validation for the audience's hero/standin.  Moreso if queer representative.

Now, I do like the talk Luz has about this. And its meaningful, without prompting, she comes to this bad emotional place by her own reasoning and feelings. SHOWING how much she's grown and avoided being a Belos.

Its the "you were never alike along" that really bugs me. Not you changed and avoided that path thanks to acceptance of and by others so have become better. But He was conspiring and lying because that all he is which you never were doing (which is remarkably...untrue in my mind. Or says forgiveness is only for the innoecent uwu baby which no matter what the polycule aspirants are)

Moreover whenever its time to imply or make decisions its to absolve the likable or standins (or useful) or scapegoat Belos like some "The Devil Made Me Do It" figure which creeps me out.  I thought the entire point was to AVOID that

Its not that

there are guys so hateful so ambitious so DANGEROUS you had to use violence and people who willfully double down do these things. It sucks but.. this how it goes.  here what like and how we get from there to here and how deal with even the psychological aftereffects

Its that

said stubborn blindness in everyone is all sourced by this one conveniently hatable guy.. who also is just smart enough to cause and control all but you're just so smart and special and vigorous enough can't compel you, never did. Or he is stupid enough basic teenage stubbornness foils him time and again with little cost or effort but to the fee fees.. maybe  true defeat when don't feel bad anymore

Again it, to me, has always felt like at ODDS with where Owl House started.  A mature take on dealing with differences and expression and learning to get along and yes tolerate not just differences but 'enemies'

Not least because they don't ever have to

Hey? Girl who has career investment and resents you and etc etc etc secretly just repressed lesbian for you.

Hey? Guy who is true believer in cause and dismissive of everyone interrupting to it? Just woobie tormented by evil abuser. Not his fault and never going to hurt you because he's so nice and tortured. But also his beliefs have no validity or positivity and were never necessary.

Hey? Guy who avoids emotional conflicts and the difficult human investments, neglecting his relationships to focus on his hobbies and then turns people into components...for his self image is TOTALLY different than a stage mom because.. uhm... well she's socially ambitious and DIRECT as toneglectful exploitive in their abusive action.

Hey? Your teasing super popular bully is secretly just like you once they accept that they will have to get along (serve to) your goals while adding to your found family (staff and servants to ease your struggles with difference, labor, money, resources, or knowledge. Conveniently.. well save for occasional emotional maintenance whew no things and effort and time and work you value thought)

ETA Hey the family who blames you for your failure, resents your marginalization, and arrogantly wishes to fix you? Always outshine by you in clash knows less than you. And after come Crawling back to you benevolent forgiveness confess they cursed you! Once convert and undermine their worldview or prioritize you as to have serious issues with your criminal, self harm, and possible addiction behavior, then perhaps you can forgive them if will continue the obsequious or usefulness. (damn maheshwarens look at the clawthornes going there for the grace of God would go i)

Hey? Those horrible parallels you notice between yourself and people you hate is just an illusion put on by an evil white guy who embodies what you hate about society and authority or that asshole from that institution you have to put up with for your education. You're not at fault because you made a mistake and you feel bad about it and with perfect knowledge and power you'd never be like them so striving for same you won't do the same things.

And AGAIN i get where this comes from and why and even in some cases its necessary but tell me there isn't something just a little TOO damn close to

The Narcissist's Prayer (by Dayna Craig)

That didn't happen.

And if it did, it wasn't that bad.

And if it was, that's not a big deal.

And if it is, that's not my fault.

And if it was, I didn't mean it.

And if I did, you deserved it.

At the least we're at lines 6-4 for the lesson/character assessment/embodiment so with the NARRATIVE supplying lines 1-3.  Information always happens to clarify a situation so the initial hook gets put down.

​Moreso with the idea of the supervillain narcissist who all your own problems and bad actions can be attributed or sourced. (I avoid the Invisible man movie for a line implying this. sure sure I'm certain 'in context' its justified. that's the thing lines 1-3 is ALWAYS made 'in context with what feels a powerful idealized stand in' where things bend just enough for the character. Not really the dread female or minority character accusation word but close enough or evokes my same issues (have same or similar problems with Shinji, the world is or reflects or exists to further his depression so feels.. unreal)

Made worse because of the ... meeting in the middle  of the lines or the completion the problem isn't "narcissism" -which can be inborn in exceptions who are people or exceptional people- but also develop in you and me. No the problem is the "narcississt" this shibboleth (forgive my cultural appropriation and feel free to correct with better less sacred or more accurate term) Archetype Modern Folklore Myth ("but its real I used The Sciencetm not Re-lulz-gen") I Learned From Validating Empowering Source. The Narcissist is always a collection of traits in a person who is other and despicable who has made the real mistake of being both ambitious, respected, and un-ignorable/supportive down to the core. enviable AND stronger.

  Oh and Belos is always lying, to himself and others .. but doesn't believe or operate in a way to best support the lie. Say, recruiting a mob or authority or gang to go into the demon realm to enact a plan?

Why did he try that stupid lie? He's a MUCH better liar than that!

Heck he hasn't really had a hatred of Luz so much as witches and the demon realm mixed with an immature hero narrative that foregoes compassion or self reflection.

But even if it was ALL a lie. If he was at the desperate point he was willing to humble himself to the witches and Luz just to save his skin why be THAT preposterous?  

Because the only threat he's EVER allowed to make is emotional to trigger Luz/audience trauma in a way that them having been marginalized in a way very VERY likely shared but specific enough to neuroatypical queer younger people or folks who have been near such can very much relate to. 

Its like the bad guys in Dragon Prince becoming demonic untalking firezombies in contradiction to preaching following a religious appearing figure.

Too damn indulgent.

Have Raine, King Clawthorne, and Eda beat down Phillip or older Belos. not the Wicked Fals Wizard of the South East from The Bad Times of SUPER PATRIARCHY (and why its bad this season's finest ideological threads)

Have Luz hug her mom after resolute seeing his death, no "save"of her innoencence or responsibility. However vulgar, necessary, or more she killed a dude.

Just... stop it with The Devil Belos who is the Real True Evil because *insert things hate here* who if killed all his influence dissipates as to perpetuates because he's The Source Of All The Flaws, Even Yours Or They Were Mistakes After All He Doesn't Fit In The Found Family/Polycule Dynamics.

I guess end of the day I just disagree with

Dad Titan.

I mean in one way. The assume part. Hate can come from a genuine place. OR false place. Or an insecure place.  Or a narcissistic place.  I suppose not disagree with his point or even actions.

 Its GOOD he makes the distinction he does between Luz and Belos.  But Luz wanted guidance and she got validation, particularly the kind that without context doesn't guide to good.

Its why feel so adolescent.  Which is FINE as that the primary target of the show. But blows the conflict out of proportion with that target's ACTUAL challenges and needs and keeps the adult responsibility and restraint down to convenience if this is about her coming into her own as an adult woman or taking that adult step.

Compare Camilla's journey to Luz and its... off

Moreso for me the sense sending Luz to camp was 'forced on her' and was 'a bad thing' Lucedas should feel guilty for as to a critical step to better Luz and did end up for the best even in the equivalent of Luz's doppleganger/sister where it happened when she stood in as Camilla planned!

"You can do all the same things without self reflection or ethical consideration if you find the right ideology/cause or are actually a True Victim" feels easier to get than

"This is how you balance your dreams and goals and ambitions with the fact other people are just as rich with their own inner life as you. EVEN IF YOU, as entitled and rightly, HATE THEIR GUTS"

That's taught to the Collector, but surprisingly only when absolved or 'retooled much like EVERY OTHER antagonist before to be a new party member in disguise.. also weaker now with easier exploitable weakness so not have to tolerate the threat of his power and another convenient evil abusive older shadow adult is behind it ALL! I mean don't have to deal with the possible mind warping idea of a clinical socipath or someone inherently more powerful than you you have to WORK to habituate, rehab. Or he is too attached to his trauma and wrath and vengeance, or yoy have to develop and prepare means to substantially restrain/neuter/nerf/drug/etc

much same as not have to tolerate the threeat of Belos's influence or connection and effects. Or that he's one guy when need to dismiss him but Extant all powerful shadow when need to justify your actions that support your hero narrative.

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 he is now groaning loudly cause Stockwell is on ‘oh fuck you. Fuck him. And fuck your mom for fucking your dad without a fucking condom. Brian IS a genius which is why I am confused why he has decided to piss me the fuck off with this Bushy Trump bitch. THE GAY AND LESBIN CENTER?! WHAT THE FUCK? THEYRE SUPPORTING HIM?! Dude come on, if this isn’t a sign that this guy is after you, i dont know what more you need. BRIAN HE HAS YOU TO THANK! oh he just compared him to the gay and lesbian center, i know he’s offended. I’m offended! Do you think those two are gonna reveal the true Brian Kinney to this Bush Wannabe?’ ‘I know I am not a proud owner of a *looks at me confused and then snaps his fingers* uterus but Lindsay is being bitchy. I mean it’s not her fault if the pregnancy is being a bitch. What the fuck lindsay?’ ‘Shit Hunter is gone. FIND HIM BENNY! I NOW CARE ABOUT HIM LIKE HE IS MY OWN CHILD! I mean he’s a little shit but i see potential somewhere deep deep deep down there’ ‘Look at Brian! He is for sure looking for Justin, i mean when isnt he? FUCK HIS SECOND HOME IS LOCKED! SEE BRIAN! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT HE IS GONNA DO THIS, WE ALL TOLD YOU! PLEASE SOBER THE FUCK UP MY MAN BECAUSE YOU ARE HURTING MY LOVE FOR YOU! *looks at me with a smile* this is what dad calls “tough love”, i still love him *whispered softly while partially covering his mouth* team Brian forever.’ And now thee scene with Britin being vigilantes is on ‘thats right Blondie, FUCK THE GOVERNMENT! Shit he got caug- *stands up fast with his fists up* ITS MY BOY BRI BRI! I KNEW HE WOULD COME AROUND! MY BOY HAS DUMB MOMENTS BUT HE IS SMART! HELL YEAH! THE GAY AVENGERS ARE HERE! JT AND RAGE READY TO FIGHT! Ha, i know they went home and fucked, my boy Brian gets turned on by weird shit sometimes’ he was supposed to take his pills after the episode but he got scared because of him saying him and Ted are twinsies, I actually had to force a grown man that those two things are different. This is getting ridiculous.

Hunter’s growing on him! He’s such a little shit but I love him too.

SEE BRIAN! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT HE IS GONNA DO THIS, WE ALL TOLD YOU! PLEASE SOBER THE FUCK UP MY MAN BECAUSE YOU ARE HURTING MY LOVE FOR YOU! *looks at me with a smile* this is what dad calls “tough love”, i still love him *whispered softly while partially covering his mouth* team Brian forever.’ <- LOL I love this

The whole dynamic between Lindsay and Melanie during this pregnancy is wild to me. Who treats their partner this way?

The moment when Brian shows up to help Justin with the posters. Redemption! It’s such a good moment.

He’s worried about taking his pills because of Ted? Bless. That is so sweet.

[the-determined-sparks-au]

Chapter 2

Ao3 Previous part

“What was the one thing that everyone has told you,” both Ardere and Fuligo cringed as their mother, Consort Nubes stares down at them. Their father, Liege Flamma, sighs as his mate scolds their two youngest, “Do not go past the boundary of the Strath! Those...Kingdom Felis ,” she spits out, “could had hurt you worse than they did,” Fuligo crouches down, his tail curling between his legs, bristling.

“Now now…” their father step over, bringing his head over to press his cheek against hers, “Deep breaths now...the two of them were only curious…”

“Its your fault,” she whispers, pulling back and narrowing her blue eyes at him, “Telling them those stories of Kesteraltail! Giving them ideas in their head...they belong here, not out there,” she shakes her head.

“You know we can’t keep them here…” Father gently said, placing his tail on her side, “There at that age that they want to explore, to see the world, to find out who they are,” he smiles at Ardere and Fuligo, “I know I gave my mother a few gray hairs when I started wandering...we should be grateful that Rubinus doesn’t feel the pull like I did,” Ardere watches as her mother narrows her eyes at her father who grins cheekily, “Anyway...I think she should go,”

Ardere’s head snap to him, while Fortis and Rubinus’ jaw drop. The two had been enjoying watching their younger littermates being scolded by their mother, hiding their amusement behind their paws. But now, they couldn’t hide the shok looks that were painted on their faces. Neither could their mother, “You...you want our daughter to join...they will eat her alive!” she shrieks, fur poofing up so much, it made her look like a giant compared to their father, “This is insanity...you finally have lost it. She knows nothing about them!”

“But how will I learn about them if I don’t give them a chance,” Ardere gently spoke up, for once since they had returned back to the Coalition. There mother had took one look at their limping forms and had hurried them to the Head Medic Hedera to get look at before she started to confront them as soon as she caught the scent of the Strath clinging to their pelts, “I mean,” she shuffles on her paws, “They’re only giving me a chance...I might not like it and they say if I don’t I could always come back home...I just…”

“She will regret it if she didn’t give them a try,” Father gently whispers, “Her eyes have always been drifting towards the Strath...ever since she learned about it, when she not doing chores, you can always find her at the border, staring at it”

“And if I do like it...I will come visit,” Ardere promises, “They said they won’t keep me from my family, I just got to do it at my own time and not when I’m hunting or suppose to do something important,”

“Very reasonable,” Father pointed out and Mother sighs, closing her eyes.

“Well, I think you’re an idiot!” Fortis hisses, “You will die out there for a bunch of stranger that not only you don’t know, but who attacked our brother!”

“Who have been attacking us for years,” Rubinus hisses, tail lashing behind her, “don’t you remember how many of us they killed?! The stories Commander Henricus about the Raids, that they only stopped after grandmother struck down the Deranged Bishop! The fact that you are leaving us behind to go frolic in the Strath. By the Gods, at least Fuligo is smart enough not to do something this idiotic,”

“I mean,” Fuligo cringes as both their elder littlermates snap their heads and glare at them, “Bishop Blizzardstorm only offer Ardere...but I know that if she had offer me a place I would take it… well maybe not really, I don’t see myself sharing a den with Tigerpaw,” he grimaces, his ice blue eyes filling with fear “But honestly, I wish I could join a Kingdom,” he smiles, eyes sparkling, “Learning how to hunt and fight, in a different way than other Coalition Felis can...I mean...I think this is the first time a Coalition cat been ask to join a Kingdom,”

Father nodded his head, “I think so too...Kesteraltail told me that they have welcome in a lot of Drifters into their ranks… though the last time I talk to him, he said that Windmoor isn’t allowing anyone to join as of right now,” Fuligo deflates at that, having grown an exciting look on his face, “But I do know that there’s another Kingdom that allows outsiders to join. The Drifting Sun lives by them during the summer months, when Lady’s Solta’s eye grows the hottest. I could ask Overseer Apollo to allow you to travel with them and ask the Kingdom if you could join them,” he then squawks when mother began to smack him with her paw, bapping him in the place.

“Mama!” she stops, looking at Fuligo, “Can I please at least try?” he looks up at her with icy blue eyes, big and wide, “The Drifting Sun will be staying around there all of spring and summer...if I don’t like it, I’ll be back home by winter,”

Their mother, with the same icy blue eyes as Fortis and Fuligo, stares at them before she closes them tightly, “My babies are growing up...leaving the nest so soon,” she whispers before she curls around the both of them, licking at their ears,

“Well...I think they’re stupid,” Rubinus hisses, tail lashing as she glares at the two, “Go ahead and leave us for those...monsters,” she hisses before she stood up, turning around and leaving the nest. Fortis frown at the two of them, before following after their sister.

“Give her time,” Father whispered to them, “This is your decision. What you want to do in life is up to you, and how brave you are willing to be to do what you believe is right,”

The two littermates blink up at their father, wondering what he meant by that. But they didn’t have much time to think of it as their attention was pulled towards their mother. The rest of the day and night wore on, seemingly endless as the two spent Ardere’s last full day in the Coaltion. She could tell that there were some (maybe all) who didn’t want he youngest princess to leave the safety of the ruins to join the Kingdom that had attacked them in the past. Thought their father eyed them before they could say anything.

When Solta’s eye was high in the sky, Ardere sat beside the border. Tail high as she looks in the undergrowth for any sign of the two Felis that Bishop Blizzardstorm would have sent. The smells of Bishop Blizzardstorm, Voleclaw, and Tigerpaw were very faint, but they were swirling around her. She couldn’t tell if they were here now, or if they weren’t. Ardere frowns but her ears prick, as she heard the leaves rustles before a sandy gray tom pushed his way out. Ardere stared up at him, noticing that he was a little bit smaller than the other two Thundergrowth warriors had been, and had red scales painted across his shoulders and up his face. He has the same white horns as Voleclaw did, but his eyes though were a soft and kind green that shine down at her, “I am guessing you are Ardere?” At her silent nod he sat down, “so what is your decision?” 

“I wish to join you,” Ardere replied, “if the offer still stands,”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t,” he chuckles a bit, eyes glimmering, “My name is Thrushcloud, a Caretaker of Thundergrowth” Ardere blink at this, taking a step towards him and took in a breath, smelling the smell of milk that mixed in with the strong scent of forest that cling to his pelt. But then she stills, fur pricking as a chill went down her spine when she not noticed another freshe smell hiding in the bushes.

Turning her gaze towards it, she hisses, “You’re not alone,” she whispers and a chuckle echo from the bushes as another cat pushes their way out of the undergrowth. She blinks at blue-gray molly that looked a lot like Bishop Blizzardstorm, but this one has the same rosette markings that Ardere saw on herself, her father and her siblings.

“Maybe there is some potential in you,” the molly stated, eyeing Ardere up and down with her orange eyes. 

“This is Rosetteanthem,” Thrushcloud introduced, “one of Thundergrowth’s newest warrior but one with great potential,” Rosetteanthem cracked a smile a bit before her face went neutral once more, but her eyes kept staring straight at Ardere.

“I’ll be watching your training with interest,” she calmly said, before she turns towards Thrushcloud, “we better head back if we want to make it before the night patrol heads out,”

Thrushcloud nodded his head in agreement and eyes Ardere, “Think you can keep up?”

Looking at the two of them, with their long legs, and what look like strong muscles from moons of training, Ardere knew that she could not keep up. But she kept her head straight, her eyes glaring at them in determination, “Yes,”

“Confident,” Rosetteanthem smoothly said, “let’s see if you can keep it, Ruindweller,” and then she bounded off, Thrushcloud close behind her. Eyes widening, Ardere scrambles up and quickly follows after them. Grateful that she already said her goodbyes last night and this morning, as the two kingdom Felis made no allowance for her.

Ardere gritting her teeth, trying to keep pace with them, but as soon as they left the clearing, it was made much harder to keep up. But Ardere was determined to not look weak to these Kingdom Felis. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep up, which was made harder when she couldn’t make the graceful jumps that they did over logs, streams and rocks, or when they made a sharp turn that almost made Ardere run into a tree face first. They were easily bounding through the woods, weaving through all the obstacles like their fur was made of air. And even then, Ardere could tell they were not going as fast as they usually did.

But finally, finally, the two slowed down, allowing Ardere, with her sore paws stinging from sharp stones and thorns, was finally able to just be a step behind them. She eyes them, trying to hide her wheezing, as she follows them through a well-worn trail through the undergrowth, she noticed that the forest grew thicker and thicker. The smell of many felis grew stronger as well, mixing in with the scent of mice and birds. At last, Thrushcloud and Rosetteanthem paused, stepping onto a small rock that rested on the edge of a ravine, “We are very close to our camp now,” Thrushcloud meowed, whiskers twitching in amusement as Ardere halted beside them, puffing for her breath. Glaring at him, she shakes her head, suckling in another breath before she strained to see any signs of life- moving leaves, a glimspe of fur among the bushes below, but her eyes saw nothing except the same undergrowth that covered the rest of the forest floor.

Rosetteanthem rolled her eyes, “Use your nose. You must be able to scent it,”

Grimacing, Ardere closed her eyes and sniffed. Rosetteanthem had been right, she was able to scent it, and how much different it was to the Felis of the Hearth.

“There will come a time, if you are accepted into Thundergrowth, even our own scent feels like home to you,” Thrushcloud smiles, before nodding his head down towards the ravine, “Our camp is down here. It may look like a hard climb, but follow us closely and you won’t fall,” Ardere gulps at this but scrambles back up, grimacing in pain a bit from her pads throbbing, Thrushcloud as he led the way nimbly down the boulders to the bottom of the ravine and through a thick patch of gorse. Ardere push through the small gap in the gorse, Rosetteanthem behind her, watching her with orange eyes as Ardere’s long fur got caught by the thorns and prickly gorse. Ardere looked down, noticing that the grass beneath her paws were flatted into a strong-smelling track.

“This must be the main entrance to the camp,” she thought before looking up as they burst into a bare, hard earth clearing, shaped by many generations of pawsteps. Green eyes widen at the sight before her, though she took a bit of a step back when many eyes turn to her, gazing her with either curiosity, confusion, distrust, or worse anger. But Ardere held her head up high, just as her father told her to. The Hearth Coalition, leadership was inherited by blood, from mother to daughter, the heiress taking the name Hestia once they become Liege, taking the name of their founder. Many look down on her and her siblings because their father was the Liege, as their grandmother, the last Hestia, formerly known as Crystallo didn’t give birth to any daughters. The Veterans, those who have retired from their duties, thought they had lost the favor of the Solta though it had settled down once her and her littermates were born.

So, she raised her chin, keeping her gaze steady as she stared back. It was so crowded, felis everywhere, sitting alone or in groups, sharing food or purring quietly as they groom one another. In the corner, Ardere could see three kits wrestling about, bapping each other and giggling, while a fourth was peaking his head out from the entrance of an impenetrable- looking tangle of brambles, “Over there is the Nursery,” Thrushcloud smiles, noticing where Ardere was looking at, just as a pale golden molly, with patches of gray scales on her legs and face, her belly swollen with kits of her own, squirmed out through the small gap, her tail brushing the black kitten’s head gently as a silver gray molly with teal-gold scales along her shoulds appeared around the bramble bush. The two mollies exchange a friendly lick between the ears before the gray molly slipped inside the nursery.

“The care of our kits is shared by not only the monarchs but also the caretakers,” Thrushcloud meowed, “All felis serve the Kingdom, loyalty to the Kingdom is the first law in the Code, a lesson you must learn quickly if you wish to stay with us,”

Ardere nodded her head in understanding, but turns it to Rosetteanthem as she raises her head, “Here comes mother,” she mewed as she sniffs the air. Raising her head herself, Ardere was please to recognize the scent of Blizzardstorm before she appeared from the shadow of the large boulder that stood tall in the center of the clearing.

“She came,” Bishop Blizzardstorm purred, addressing the two as she walked over.

Thrushcloud chuckles, “Rosetteanthem was convince she would not,”

Rosetteanthem huffs, “We never had anyone from the Ruins join us...sure some of our own had joined the Ruins but..” she shakes her head, “She surprised me,” Rosetteanthem admitted, “She kept up well on the return journey...she has potential I will admit that,”

Bishop Blizzardstorm nodded at this, before she turns back towards the large boulder and leap onto it. Ardere watches before she was gently nudged by Thrushcloud to stand underneath the rock. When the Bishop had reached the top of the boulder, she cried out, “Let all those felis old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highrock to listen to my words!” Her clear call brought all the felis trotting towards her, emerging like liquid shadows from the edges of the clearing. Ardere frowns when she recognized Tigerpaw’s brown tabby fur among the cats. Beside him sat a large black molly with purple scales going down her spine, licking at his ears before she chuckles when he pulls away. A large dark gray tabby crouched behind them, the blue scales on his face making his yellow eyes glow as he stares up towards the Bishop.

When the felis were still, Bishop Blizzardstorm spoke, “Yesterday, I, Voleclaw and young Tigerpaw encounter a pair of fledgings on the border besides the Ruins. Tigerpaw had attacked one of them and had injured them a bit but before me and Voleclaw could put a stop to it, the fledging’s sister struck him first. And as you can see, Tigerpaw ended up with some bruises and a wounded pride,”

“So that’s why he was sulking in the Apprentice’s den,” laughter broke out at this and Tigerpaw hisses in fury, his tail lashing out.

“After seeing the fledgling’s bravery to protect her brother, even though Tigerpaw is much stronger than her, I offer her a place into our Kingdom, to become an apprentice,”

“Lucky enough to become an apprentice,” craning her head, Ardere blinks at the sight of the black tom with fur sticking up, teal-gold scales going across his throat, glaring defiantly at the Bishop.

“Really my Bishop...is this wise?” one cat inquired, an older dark brown tabby tom, with half his tail missing looked up at her in curisosity, “Its one thing to allow Drifters to join our ranks, but a felis from the Ruins?”

“But aren’t Drifters from the Ruins as well?” a tortoiseshell that sat beside him ask, shrugging his red scaled shoulders, “I mean...whats the difference if we accept someone straight from the Ruins and not one whose been drifting around,”

“Its because Drifters at least know the harshness of the outside world. Ruindwellers stay inside the comforts of the Ruins, all but praying that the Others will come back and care for them,” Ardere frowns at this, eyeing the black tom who spoke in pure disgust, “The Kingdom needs Kingdomborn felis, not another soft mouth to feed,”

“Whose the soft mouths you’re talking about?” Ardere speaks up, the black tom narrowing his yellow eyes at her, “I pray that you aren’t talking about the kits,”

“I’m not a soft mouth!” a wail erupted from the confines of the nursery, drawing laughter from the gather group of Felis.

“You’re just a spoiled brat who doesn’t know the meaning of hard work!” he jeers, barring his teeth at her.

“If anyone is the spoil brat its you,” Ardere calmly stated, not showing the anger that made her stomach churn, that made her claws itch to rip into his pelt, “I mean, who speaks when their leader is speaking?”

The tom growls, but he shuts his mouth when Bishop Blizzardstorm gives him a look, “She may be from the Ruins, but she has plenty of potential, both Thrushcloud and Rosetteanthem agree with me,”

“I seen worse…” a ragged ginger tom wheezes out, “And we could do with some new fresh blood,” he pointed out, “Let’s give the fledgling a chance,”

“Nettlebreeze...you are blind,” a gray tom with small ears pointed out, rolling his yellow eyes.

“He’s right though,” a gray tom with a long scar going down his shoulder pointed out, “It wouldn’t hurt to give her a chance, Spring is here now so if it all fails it won’t hurt us like it would have if Nixames was here with Winter...I support our Bishop’s decision.”

The gather felis quietly mutter to themselves, but no one else spoke up against the idea of Ardere joining. Bishop Blizzardstorm leapt down. Ardere raised her head, stepping into a shaft of sunshine, allowing the pool of light to blaze brightly on her orange pelt, making her fur glow. Bishop Blizzardstorm approached her, whose blue eyes were looking her up and down, “You look like a brand of fire in this sunlight,” she gently spoke, and Ardere frowns a bit when she saw her eyes flash briefly, as if her words had more meaning. But she then duck her head, pressing her nose against Ardere’s forehead, “Lady Solta, you know every felis by name but I ask that you take away the name from the felis you see before you, as with her new path in life, it no longer stands for what she will become. By my authority as Bishop, until this apprentice has earn her Kingdom name, she will be known as Blazepaw-in honor of her flame-colored coat,”

“Blazepaw! Blazepaw!” Ardere, no Blazepaw allow the voices of Thundergrowth wash over her as they cheer her new name. She kept her head up high, even as the felis parted, going back to what they were doing before the meeting.

“So you’re the one who spoiled Tigerpaw’s good looks,” turning her head, Blazepaw watches as the tortoiseshell that spoke up earlier bounce over, “He’s very close in getting his full Kingdom name, but that scar you left on him will make sure to never forget about you,” he nodded his head, amber eyes twinkling, “I’m Flickerpaw, welcome to Thundergrowth!”

Blazepaw smiles, but a low yowl made both of them jump. They both turn to see the gray tom that who had sat beind Tigerpaw earlier glaring at her with his yellow eyes. Flickerpaw dipped his head respectfully, “Darkstripe,”

“Don’t get use to being around here,” Darkstripe sneers, “It will only be a matter of time before you go back running into the Ruins, where you belong,” he spat out the word ruins scornfully before he stalked off.

“Don’t listen to Darkstripe,” Flickerpaw hisses to Blazepaw under his breath, “We have more important things to worry about,” at this Blazepaw blinks at him and he smiles, “Like showing you around the camp! Can’t have you poking your nose into something you shouldn’t and get into trouble,”

Blazepaw merps at this, trotting after Flickerpaw to learn more about her new home.

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N, T and U for the fandom ask thing if that's not too many :)))

Thanks for the ask! (ask game)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Main fandom right now for me is Star Wars/TBB I guess, so I'm going with that.

I wish I saw more trans!Hunter art! I headcanon Hunter as trans and I really like seeing art of it- if anyone has any, feel free to share it! I love seeing trans hc art in general, but trans!Hunter is very special to me, I really am attached to that hc lol.

I would love to see more redesigns! Not in a selfish way, I know they're very hard to do, but I LOVE seeing how different people interpret characters/stories, and how they would've reflected that in a design if given the chance. Especially if not confined to the limits of animation, or (lets be honest) sub-par live-action/cgi. I love seeing redesigns of clones with traditional Maori style tattoos, translated to work in the SW universe. I really love AU redesigns too! like that Apocolypse one floating around lately. I really love seeing the numerous ways the same character can be changed!

Lastly....this is gonna sound so silly. The long-time MLP/FNaF fan is going to jump right out. But I wish there were fanmade SW songs. I still listen to classics like Discord (this one is my alarm sound <3), Rainbow Factory, Five Nights at Freddy's (I will NEVER forget seeing the advanced screening of the FNaF movie and hearing this during the credits for the first time!) and countless others. I think SW has a LOT of untapped fansong/fan music potential.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Hm...I don't think so? I tend to be understanding when people don't share headcanons. That being said.... Hunter is trans and is a cat person, you can't change my mind. I don't care that he canonically has a dog. He wants a cat. And every ninja in Naruto is bisexual. All of them!! And I think Wrecker intentionally went bald! Kakashi is trans too, Kishi told me himself.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

(This will surprise 0 people.)

MLP - Rarity! I love how she is always defending herself and her work. She defies every stereotype her archetype has, and does so with grace and poise. Most of the time. I love how she isn't afraid to let loose when she has to. Sure, she'll complain, but can you blame her? She's a dramatic business owner who knows her own worth and I LOVE her!

TBB - Wrecker. hnngg. Hrhrnrnrr!! hutuggggrrhhet!! Hot man. Big man. Hot. But seriously, I love how kindhearted he is. I love how he always tries to see the bright side of things, and tries to show that bright side to others. I love how he's so full of real joy, all the time, he is the glue of the Batch (before Omega, and without her, too.) and holds them together. He is not only the most emotionally intelligent clone but also one of the most emotionally intelligent SW characters ever imo. He's so smart with his weaponry expertise too, and I'll always be bitter we never saw more of that in canon other than the 3 or 4 small scenes we did get (and were forgotten. Seriously, where did his tank go?). He is the most suited for civilians life, he integrates and participates in every culture they come across with ease and its evident literally everyone likes him. He is aware of his own faults and limitations, and will apologise if he causes harm. He never once hesitates putting himself in harms way for his family. He is everything to me.

Naruto - Sakura! Sakura, my beloved. I love it when females characters get to be angry. We need more of that. She is stubborn, she is fierce, and she still isn't afraid to love or be loved. From the GET GO she was dedicated to Team 7 (I admit it was more evident in the manga than the anime) and was willing to put herself down to elevate Naruto's goals, despite them not really getting along super well at the time. Her devotion to her companions despite everything they've all been through as shinobi, as individuals, is nothing short of admirable. Her dedication to herself to improve, to do better, was so exhilarating to see in action the first time, and every time since. Kakashi used to be my favourite character, and I still love him a lot, but over time the Sakura brainrot has set in. I wish Kishi and the wider fandom liked her as much as I do <3

[gumnut-logic]

Scott goes to the zoo

This resulted from a typo in chat - it was meant to say ‘Scott goes zoom’. It didn’t. Also @onereyofstarlight​ is a chaos creator and this is the result :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​ for the inspo and encouragement, and the read through ::hugs you tight::

This is pretty much crack. Wee!Tracys. You have my apologies.

-o-o-o-

He really had no idea where things had gone wrong.

It should have been simple. He was eighteen, responsible, head of his class, and excelled in leadership challenges. He was a top-of-the-line Rescue Scout, he had all the badges. This should have been easy.

But it wasn’t.

It had been Virgil’s suggestion. Though more correctly a Gordon-suggested-Virgil suggestion. Scott would have much preferred a trip out to the local airstrip and John had made it very clear that he would have rather visited the local space centre.

But Virgil had pulled the ‘we always do aerospace, this is unfair to Gordon’ card. And the annoying thing was that Virgil was right. Gordon usually got the short straw in group activities because his interests lay in different areas to the vast majority of the family.

He did have a powerful advocate in Virgil, though. Fully capable of poking every button Scott had to get his way.

Younger brothers may be everything, but damn they could make life difficult.

Maybe the fates had sent this one as a learning experience.

He stared down at the chicken currently perched on his knee. It was one of the fancy breed types. Small, fluffy, barely able to see beyond the end of its beak, and exactly the perfect size to fit in Gordon’s pocket.

This wasn’t an empirically tested fact, but Scott could not work out how else his little brother had smuggled it out of the petting zoo. Perhaps he should be glad it hadn’t made it out of the actual zoo and onto public transport, or, god forbid, back to the hotel room…and Dad.

He was trying not to think about Dad too much right now, because explaining this was likely to get them all grounded until Scott had as much grey hair as his father.

Though at this rate, that might not be too far into the future.

“Scotty, can I have an ice cream?”

He turned to look at his tiniest brother and was assaulted by his big blue pleading eyes.

This was seriously not fair. His brothers had weapons like this that Scott had so much trouble denying. “No, I’m sorry, squirt, we have to stay here until the Zoo Manager comes back.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Gordon, still dripping wet, on the other side of Scott, poked his head around. “Told you, you should have eaten all your lunch.”

“Shuddup, Gordy.”

Hmm, maybe Scott had said that phrase a few to many times if Allie was picking it up. “Gordon, I wouldn’t be saying anything right now if I were you.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Then whose, exactly?”

“I was saving Frilly! She can’t swim!” As if to emphasise that fact, the chicken on his knee fluffed up its feathers and flicked water in his face.

He closed his eyes and wiped a hand over his eyes. “And who exactly endangered Frilly in the first place?”

“She wasn’t in danger! I was protecting her!”

“By stealing her from her home?”

“Scott! We have a farm where she can play and be happy.” Gordon screwed up his face. “Not be trapped in that horrible cage.”

“Gordon, we have been through this. She is well cared for.”

But his little nine-year-old brother folded his arms over his chest, screwed up his face into a massive grump, and turned away from Scott, conversation ended.

Water dripped silently onto the wooden bench.

“I want an ice cream.”

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

The chicken pooped on his jeans.

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Perhaps it had been a bit much to ask of Virgil. His younger brother had spent most of the year eyebrow deep in his studies. It couldn’t be easy having John the genius waltzing through several subjects enough to catch up and then having to work alongside him to get final grades. There were three years between Virgil and John, but John was quick, and while Virgil was his own kind of smart, it didn’t equate academically to Johnny.

Virgil took it well, but Scott, while proud of both his brothers, knew it couldn’t be easy for the elder of the two.

So if Virgil had been distracted enough for this to happen…

No, that wasn’t fair. This was Scott’s responsibility and he trusted Virgil with everything.

When Alan had wandered off and disappeared, Scott had no issue with leaving his other two brothers under Virgil’s care while Scott tore through the zoo trying to find the missing three-year-old.

There had been announcements over the PA, staff alerted, and a hunt.

Apparently, while Scott panicked - yes, he would admit to himself that his response was a little haphazard and, if he was honest, frightened - Virgil had chosen to distract their two youngest brothers by taking them to the small aquarium.

After all, Gordon adored aquariums. Good decision. Excellent choice.

Perhaps not so much.

By the time Scott located Alan, who had somehow hitched a ride on a tour buggy that had disappeared into a jungle exhibit, both Gordon and Virgil were soaked to the bone, and John had been ‘arrested’ by zoo staff.

Hugging Allie to his chest, not sure he ever wanted to let him go again, Scott had walked into the aquarium to discover chaos - with his three brothers at the centre of it all.

John was the biggest surprise, really. His middle brother was the academic achiever, smart and more inclined to spend time with himself than hordes of friends.

But then they do say it is always the quiet ones.

John had dismantled a holographic sign, re-coded it and changed the display.

“What the hell? Why, John?”

Showing zero remorse and if anything, disgusted that he had had to go to the effort, his brother replied, “They were disseminating incorrect information. That was not a Leafy Sea Dragon, it was a Weedy Sea Dragon.”

Scott had stared at him for a full moment. “How the hell do you know that?”

John rolled his eyes. “He’s my brother, too, you know.”

And then he’d been mobbed by zoo staff demanding to know how to fix whatever it was he had done.

That left Virgil.

Who had fallen into the central aquarium itself while trying to get Gordon out of the water.

Did Scott love his fishy brother?

God, yes.

Did he want to throttle him?

There was a strong possibility.

Virgil could swim, of course, but it had been an aquarium with other denizens of the sea in there with him and while Gordon was quite happy chasing stingrays and sharks, Scott completely understood Virgil’s not so positive reaction to sharing marine real estate with them.

There may have been a little too much water swallowed and so much coughing afterwards that the zoo staff had called in their medical team.

Yes, Scott could feel a grey hair popping up through his scalp right about now.

Virgil’s apologies kept being cut off by his hacking cough.

So here Scott sat, a little brother either side of him, a chicken on his knee, one brother getting the third degree from the zoo technical staff, the other being given oxygen just in case he hadn’t finished drowning.

Scott’s brother radar was pinging in so many different directions he was at a complete loss how to respond. This was a new experience.

He always knew what to do.

But apparently not now.

So the sight of his grandmother walking through the door set off such a wave of relief he nearly went down under it all.

“Grandma!”

“Honey.” And he was wrapped in her arms, the chicken taking flight as he stood up, and two little brothers jumping in to make it a group hug.

She stroked his hair.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Always, honey.” She pulled away gently. “Now, get me up to speed. I need a sit rep.”

He stared at her.

Both the chicken and Allie were attempting to climb his legs.

So Scott Tracy straightened up, reported in detail…

And handed the situation off to his superior.

Grandma would know what to do.

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𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

[ 🌸 ] It's your fault, you put the idea in my head and I couldn't resist- Also, I really didn't know which characters to write with, so I wrote the ones that were in your tags, I hope this isn't disappointing bby u.u

characters: naruto uzumaki;;neji hyuga;;shikamaru nara;;sasuke uchiha;;kakashi hatake;;gaara

genre: fluff;;light angst in some parts...

warnings:  sweet writing that can make you sad;;mentions of deaths of various characters due to old age (also some being killed by sasuke_bad duck), reader dying once due to childbirth;;reader being an alien...;;a human and an alien together? a strange romance, but can it make you happy?, yes. but it's sweet and not a toxic romance so it's ok :D;;

enjoy <3

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naruto uzumaki

- are you a what?

- A Gem? Is your body not real?? Is it an illusion of your gem?

- Wait, wha-?

- confused child confused child

- "You are from space... does it mean that there is life on other planets?!"

- he went from confused to proud

-“I can't believe it, I conquered an alien-- my partner is an alien!-” //proceeds to laugh maniacally// “I'm better than sasuke!”

- anyway

-He stopped being so happy when he knew that his life was short compared to yours

- You would see him grow old and die, it was something bittersweet for our boy

- He didn't want to leave you alone.

- But if you were sure that you still loved him despite everything, then he would accept it.

-After all, for you to hear him and feel his body next to yours while he slept was going to be enough, right? It had to be for now and until the end of the universe...

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neji hyuga

- awww, my sweet and serious boy 

 - Anyway 

 -The boy was surprised, although he did not want to show it 

 - he suspected that you were going to say something like that 

- And his suspicions began when he saw your radiant gem for the first time. 

 -At first he thought it was just an accessory that you carried

- Aa~ How wrong he was 

 - "So... you come from space?". "Yes". "And... what does it look like?" 

 - He will listen to you for what seemed like minutes, when in reality it was hours 

 -He was surprised when you told him about the different and millions of galaxies that existed 

 - moving on to another topic 

 -He was a little worried when you told him about what would happen to you if you got pregnant 

 -Needless to say, his plan to have children with you was annulled (as much as it hurt him deep down) 

 -He prefers to spend his short life with you instead of "taking" your life and leaving him alone with a child 

 - If you let him stay by your side, neji will be the happiest man on the planet. That I can assure you! 

 -And even if, for you, it was only a short period of time in which you would be by his side until he died of old age. You must understand that for Neji it was always and will be more than enough to spend his whole life until his last days of living with you, lying on his soft futon, while you gently caress his previously brown hair, now gray due to at time. 

And as you tried not to cry, you gave him one last small but sad smile before he closed his tired eyes, never to open them again. 

 - maybe in another life you would find him again to love him once more

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shikamaru nara

- Hey, Shikamaru is a smart boy… seriously

- But- 

- "You are too annoying, woman.", "… I'm not a woman", "Wha-?" 

- Uhhh, it happens... that he doesn't suspect anything of you 

- ... you had to explain many things to him 

- "Very well, let me see if I understood... you are not a woman but a space rock that has a life of its own and your body is not really your body but a hologram of light" //take a breath// "you are more complicated than a woman, how troublesome…” 

-Anyway, he understood what you were the first time, so yaAY 

-He loves you 

- and you love him 

- They're both troublesome and that's okay, right? 

- A problem couple :D 

-Shikamaru surely would have laughed at the way you remembered him after his death due to old age 

- Since you would always remember him as the first "problematic" human, you came to love lmao

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sasuke uchiha

- he actually didn't find out why you told him, he found out because you did 'pOOF' in front of him 

 - It was an attack in fact 

 - Someone impaled you with a kunai out of nowhere and instead of blood you just went 'poOOF' 

 -He was terrified and angry, so he took out all his frustration on the bandits who hurt you 

- Poor boy 

- As he did not know what was happening, he grabbed the only thing you left behind before you vanished, and that was the precious gem that he now held in his hands. 

 - Several weeks passed, he always watched the precious stone in case there was any clue to your whereabouts, until one night the stone began to shine and well you appeared with a new set of clothes and also without any scratch on you - Which obviously puzzled Sasuke, since well... you were hurt 

 - You had to tell him, pfff 

 -Now that sasuke knows the truth, he must change his plans with you 

- He cannot have children with you, since you would abandon your life, and he does not want to "kill" you 

 -He wants to be with you until well- he dies and yes, you fulfill his wishes 

 -Unfortunately, the legacy of the uchiha clan dies along with sasuke at the end, remaining as a legend of what once was 

 - And you remained as the last being that came to be close to one 

 - In another case, if you manage to convince him that it's okay, since a part of you will become your child and that you really want to have this child with him, then He (with a lot of pain) will grant your wishes 

 - Having at the end a child half gem and half uchiha 

 - Sasuke would love his son to pieces, but even so he can't help but miss you every day, but it's what you wanted, right?, and if this was going to make you happy, then he would try to be happy too…

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kakashi hatake

- Aa~, what a surprise 

- Honestly, he was surprised to learn that you were not a human 

 -Actually he found out suddenly 

 -He had taken a lot of trust in you and simply told you about his bitter past, you- deciding that it was not fair that only he told you about his origins, you told him about where you came from 

- he listened to you carefully 

- Actually, the egotistical part of him is happy that you are not going to die before him or something similar But then comes the realization that hits him in waves...you will be left alone...perhaps forever, watching the people you came to love to die of old age. 

- It was something bitter for him 

- But in any case, he would always try to be by your side until, well, he died.

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gaara

- my sand boy

- Make me a sandcastle, daddy-

- Just kidding lmaoooo

- He was just surprised that you weren't a human

- But who is he to judge?

- As for having children, you can adopt and raise them as your own

- Forming a happy family!

- Although he does not live as long as you, a part of him is a little happy that you will be able to do so many things, meet and explore new things, and you will be able to take care of the plants that you planted together

- The other part of him doesn't want to leave you.

He really doesn't want to do it.

-But he knows that it is impossible to live the same time as you

- It's something bitter, I know... death will be what separates you in the end

* at first I wanted to put the reader with several of the characters when they were children and her being a mother figure... but then I realized that it would take a lot of work to do it and that few lines would not serve to tell the whole story of the characters with the reader.

* I wanted to put more drama, but I just put the important thing first mmmm

* before, it was going to be a bit more bitter, but I felt bad when I finished reading the original work that I just started from scratch (again)

* I always found the gem pregnancy in steven universe interesting... maybe that's why I mention it frequently u.u

* rose quartz it’s my favorite character uwu

Can someone make Naruto character headcanons where the reader is a crystal gem? I can’t get this concept out of my head and I WANT ITTT