#julian's teddy bear is here too because i love them

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the silliest of sillies

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Just watched this video on Julian and ableism -- which I quite liked -- and then looked at the comments and found this real amazing response that somebody with the username bunk-o left: "I'm autistic and have always felt a lot of connection with Bashir. His awkwardness of the early season especially came off to me as a sort of well intentioned detachment. Genuinely likes people, and wants to help, and is smart enough to do so, but has trouble relating to those people and their experiences.

The retcon of his genetic engineering is a little frustrating to me just because it works so well?

lol like, I've watched ds9 a lot, with Bashir in mind for a lot of it, and honestly despite the fact that it was made up in season 5, right when they were writing the episode it was revealed in... it explains more quirks of his character from previous episodes than questions it raised.

His seemingly atypical mistake on his final exam was intentional misdirection, his worries about the prestigious award make sense, his over confidence at helping cure the jem Hadar of their addiction or the people in The Quickening of their disease makes sense. He's super human, of course he can solve it. and if he can't, who could?

which is a confidence his father berates him for. Mad that Julian is "too smart" for them, despite the fact that that was the goal. there's a narrative irony I suppose, that they "fixed" his invisible neurodivergent disability and in doing so gave him a different one.

I know I'm not the only autistic or adhd (or also trans but that's less pertinent atm) person to relate and see themselves in Bashir's narratives. but yeah, in canon it's fair to reason that part of his awkwardness is directly because of his genetic conditioning, he's too smart to relate to "normal" people, and/or his secret forces him into loneliness

but to finish off my long rant here with something more directly related to your point in the video about the bias against mental different people that would lead to this in the Lore, I think the saddest bit is a line from The Quickening, where Julian talks about his teddy bear, a recurring prop/possession of his, Kukalaka.

and he talks about how as a child he learned to patch and sew the beloved bear after it got damaged and his mother wanted to throw it out.

and I know this wasn't like, intentionally deep or anything by the writers but, he's 5 in this story. so it's before he was taken to the genetics lab.

And so Kukalaka has always been heartbreaking to me.

because it means that his wanting and ability to heal wasn't because of the augmentations.

and it's maybe a little telling about his parents/mother that the first reaction to a broken toy, no matter how much her kid loved it was to throw it away.

and that, Idk it's sweet that Bashir has at least one friend who knew both him and Jules"

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Do you have any headcanons for main 6 set in modern times? What kind of job would they have, what music would they like or whatever else? I love your headcanons, they're always so detailed and on point 💖

I really loved doing this, only reason it took so long is because I definitely over thought a lot of this. Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy the headcanons, I definitely want to do more of this! SO when I have the time I definitely will and I actually have a rough plan of what the story and the background for the six and MC’s would be.

The “Event” mentioned references the plague but when and if I get to it that will all be explained.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED but here is my Masterlist in the meantime!

Asra

You’ll usually find Asra in one of two places, the shop or the local cafe/bakery, living the slow city life.

Asra loves to people watch and more importantly he loves photography, he’s always taking pictures, a lot of them are of MC.

His bedroom wall is plastered with his photography and he sells a lot of them as a side gig on etsy.

He has a great blog too.

But his main focus is the shop, tucked away on a quiet corner street it feels faintly magical. Asra does tarot, sells candles, crystals and other trinkets, as well as herbal remedies that Julian admits work quite well.

In this AU Asra grew up in foster care, so when he finally found his home in the shop he never thought about living anywhere else.

It’s stayed that way for years, sharing a two bedroom flat above the shop with MC, its cluttered at times, filled with secondhand belongings but Asra loves having his own space and own things.

And he so loves taking his little holidays out of the city, bringing back more trinkets that bring good luck and fortune.

Asra always wears sneakers or trainers on his feet, mainly because all he does is walk in the city.

Although he does have a painted van for the shop deliveries; he and MC spent a week painting a swirling pattern on its sides.

His wardrobe is all tees with faded logos and cotton pants but on the rare occasion he decides to dress up Asra has an impossibly colourful blouse and faded jeans he loves to wear.

And there are so many hats! Vesuvia is sunny but he has more hats than he needs, although it's nice to have one for any occasion.

Also has crocs, they are an abomination of pink.

Asra’s phone of choice is an old samsung, he keeps meaning to update it but he’s a bit scared the photos on it will get lost.

Asra and technology don’t always mix well, for some reason...

Even in this universe Asra wouldn’t be Asra if he didn’t have Faust, a mischievous lavender python who always seems to escape her vivarium and ends up in Asra’s camera bag.

When Asra picked her out at the pets store he was told he was the only person she had ever not bitten or squeezed. Asra believes in fate, so he took her back home with him and the two are inseparable.

Asra oh so loves music, and just about any kind of tune can be found on his mp3 however he soon found his favourite to be the chillhop tunes the cafe played everyday. They really relax him.

The biggest Disney fan when he was younger, Asra then slowly decided Dreamworks were better but his favourite movies are those from Studio Ghibli. Asra simply adores the art, the music and the stories.

As mentioned Asra loves photography but he also quickly discovered watercolour paint and he doesn’t claim to be good at it but he does love making little pieces of art for birthdays and Christmas.

Speaking of which Christmas is his favourite holiday.

Asra also dabbles in growing orchids, he's too successful and there are so many he and MC don’t know what to do with them!

Asra’s favourite hobby aside from photography is rollerblading. He’s pretty good at it, cruising through the streets and along the dockside of the city (he definitely dragged MC into trying it out).

Asra never really thought he’d be one to get a tattoo but after getting Faust he changed his mind, since then he has a gorgeous complicated tattoo of the little snake on his shoulder blade.

It was only after “The Event” that Asra got another one; MC’s favourite flower on his hip bone.

Nadia

Nadia Santrivia, she’s beautiful, generous and married one of the richest men in the city, for the most part she’s alright with that.

Although Nadia hasn’t always lived in Vesuvia she’s tuned into the city around her so well, she’s in her element and thriving.

Work doesn’t end, if there was ever a beginning to start with. It's one thing after another; approving designs, attending fancy dinners, opening a charity fundraiser. Life is busy for the CEO of Vesuvia Industries.

Nadia’s happy to run Lucio’s business, because she knows she can do good with it but she can get lonely. Thankfully she has several friends who she can rely on to cheer her on...

The most important thing is that she can be herself, her own person, being last in line for her parent’s business and overshadowed by several sisters Nadia needed an escape.

Vesuvia provided the opportunity.

Nadia’s apartment is sat above the clouds in the skyscraper of Vesuvia Industries, much the same as the other universe home and work go hand in hand when it comes to Nadia.

She’s not materialistic, her apartment is clean and open and perfect for yoga and other purposes that require open space. It's very new and high tech, the coffee machine is her favourite thing though.

The views of the sunrise over the bay are gorgeous.

Ashamed to admit she has tons of shoes.

It’s usually required of Nadia to have the suits and dresses befitting a woman of her status, so when the sun goes down or she has a day off Nadia looks like an entirely different person.

She’s no less stylish, but her airy blouse’s, ripped denim jeans, subtle leather jacket and ankle boots give her a whole different persona, and man does it make her look good on her motorcycle.

Yes a motorcycle, Nadia owns one. It comes out of her garage only once a month but when it does she turns heads.

The rest of the time Naida is pretty eco-friendly with an electric car the business made just for her in a deep shade of purple.

As the CEO of the company Nadia is expected to have the latest iPhone model, her phone is always ringing and if she weren’t so patient she’d probably hurl it off the skyscraper roof.

Nadia always wanted a pet but she could never figure out what kind, and one dropped into her lap literally. Turns out she’s an owl person, although Nadia would never consider Chandra a pet more a companion.

A skyscraper is no place for a semi-wild owl but Nadia is happy enough to make the trip to the stables outside of Vesuvia to see Chandra and give her toys. Such a change from the small owlet Nadia raised.

When it comes to music Nadia is very picky, she spent her childhood listening to her sister’s choice of music and certain songs just put her in a bad mood, except for jazz.

That music preference surprised her but as soon as she discovered Lucio didn’t like it she was hooked. She thought about learning the saxophone (not to annoy Lucio or anything, no definitely not...)

Nadia’s not a big movie watcher, although she is a big fan of disaster movies when the mood strikes (it's nice to think about more chaotic things happening than signing a stack of papers), mainly she only has time to watch tv shows.

Her favourite is the Walking Dead but MC has caught her watching ‘how its made’ shows too. Of course being an avid inventor Nadia would be enthralled by seeing how her car or coffee machine is put together.

Speaking of inventing, although Nadia always wanted to make it her job she’s only ever gotten to approve the inventions her company makes.

It's not entirely what she wanted but thankfully she has just enough time to squeeze in working on her little projects. Ones she hopes will help others one day.

Nadia’s found it super important in the big city to keep herself safe, between her hobbies of yoga, kung fu and fencing she’s a pretty formidable opponent. It’s saved her life more than she’ll ever admit.

Her other hobbies, to list a few are horse riding, polo, piano, swimming, wine tasting, and playing those arcade grabber machines (she has about 50 teddy bears and MC has about the same amount). Most of those hobbies began in her childhood.

Nadia likes to pretend she is above getting a tattoo but anyone who knows her well enough will reveal she has a owl shadow tattoo on her inner heel.

Julian

Poor Julian is the definition of a struggling city batchelor, and he certainly wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still the most well traveled of the group Julian spent his formative years abroad in the army as a field medic (where he met Lucio), now though he’s a lean mean crime fighting machine!

Well he’s a forensics doctor for the Vesuvia PD, but it still counts as being a crime fighter! He’s never really lost that dramatic flair that's for sure.

He’s been a bit of everything; medic and doctor, waiter, translator, actor, sailor, troublemaker and a fugitive (but that’s a story for another day).

But Vesuvia truly is his real home, a place he’s always come back to and where he’s made friends and family, enemies, lovers, and memories.

Sure he lives in the ‘bad part’ of town as Asra calls it, but Julian feels at home enough that it doesn’t bother him, that and he’s got Mazelinka to handle the riff raff.

The two of them share a two-storey house that sits next to his favourite bar, a bit too convenient for Maz’s liking. Despite that the place is cozy and old, all wood flooring and furniture that's been around longer than Julian’s lifetime, it’s filled with the scent of cooking and coffee and other than the box tv and Julian’s phone there's almost no modern technology.

Julian’s room has faded photos of his friends, and postcards from places he’s been too and a few posters of his favourite plays, as well as rough sketches tacked to the corkboard his desk is littered with papers and he even has an old school microscope.

In the mess of his room only Julian can find the thing that he’s looking for, he calls it an ‘organized mess’ when in reality it’s really just a mess.

Unfortunately this extends to his clothing choices too, Julian is terrible at laundry so there is no end to the stains on his mellow patterned tees and jeans, the only smart thing about his wardrobe are his boots and oxfords.

Quite true to form his black trench coat is a constant companion. He usually dresses like he’s in a black and white movie or like a scruffy doctor when he’s in his lab coat.

Still has an eye patch, his depth perception when crossing roads is not great... there are a lot of hospital bills.

Also the reason he doesn’t drive unless he can help it, Julian doesn’t own a car but he’s prone to borrowing one if he needs it (usually from Asra).

Julian is very much the guy on the subway who falls asleep on your shoulder because it's the only place his mind isn’t working overtime.

MC thinks it’s very cute.

Julian’s not really too fussed about his phone of choice, Samsung, Apple, so long as he can make calls and do google searches on symptoms of a flu he’s good. No matter how hard he tries his screen is always cracked.

People often point out the raven following Julian around, he’s not too sure if its the same one but Julian knows its his own fault feeding the scrawny thing when it landed on his window pane. Now it won’t leave him alone, Julian took to calling it Malak and he’s quite fond of the bird even if it likes to cackle for food outside his window at an ungodly hour in the morning.

Maz has threatened to cook Malak on more than one occasion.

Music is one of the few things that helps Julian focus, he’s not usually super into any particular artist or album but his main love is music from musicals and movie soundtracks, if he’s able to do so he’ll sing along.

Lead forensic doctor Valdemar finds it highly unprofessional when they are conducting autopsies.

Almost has no time to watch movies or tv but if you strapped Julian to a chair and put on Brooklyn 99 or any kind of superhero movie he might enjoy it just a little bit...

Honestly though those things are just background noise for him, Julian will put on the tv to keep himself occupied while he’s doing reports. But he loves comedy movies and shows, they might tear him away from his laptop just long enough that he gets a few good laughs.

However if Mazlinka gets the old camcorder out he’s all over watching old home videos of him and Portia and his old hound dog, he’s just so nostalgic sometimes.

Thinks learning counts as a hobby, Julian habitually grabs any book he can to read through so youtube is a miracle in his eyes. Free content, that he can listen to and learn from as well as visually see? Yes please.

Julian learned to play the fiddle when he was younger, for a time as a teen he even went street performing to earn money for Portia’s obsession with bracelet making. He doesn’t play it much anymore but he’ll give MC a tune anyday.

He’s also very invested in cocktail mixing, only thing he mixes is Salty Bitters, he’ll argue any day that the Salty Bitter counts as a cocktail.

Also very invested in his self sustaining bio-tank at work, the other officers are growing concerned about the leeches Julian likes to keep in it. They’re planning an intervention.

The only tattoo Julian had was one forcibly given during “The Event”, his ‘murderers mark’ on his hand. He’s really ashamed of it because it reminds him of the part he had in the disaster that befell Vesuvia.

Muriel

He definitely suits the other universe more, it's even harder to get away from people in this modern world.

But the start remains the same, he was lost and his only friend was Asra for a long time, until Lucio came along and tricked him into doing unspeakable things as a ‘bodyguard’ until he escaped.

People are unavoidable and Muriel keeps to himself during his job as a keeper for a local animal sanctuary, raising and re-releasing wildlife with other volunteers, he practically runs the place.

But the volunteers know not to bother him especially when he goes back to his house on the hill, to take care of his chickens before he vanishes like usual into his house.

No one knows much about him, and he prefers it like that.

Muriel’s home is simple and honestly built for one, there’s only one chair, only one pillow on the bed, only one set of cutlery, only one of everything. It leaks on occasion and always needs fixing, he’ll forgo sleep to fix things.

Who needs more than four hours of sleep anyway?

A lot of Muriel’s belongings are from garage sales, or picked up off the side of the road, not a lot of money goes toward his comfort Muriel prefers that the animals in the sanctuary have comfortable beds and good food.

Muriel’s clothes? He wears them till they die, an usually when he picks them up from a garage sale they’re already pretty close.

For that reason Muriel doesn’t have a specific choice of clothing, he owns jumpers, tees, denim jackets, flannels and whatever jeans and pants fit. He has one pair of khaki coloured boots that are surprisingly well maintained and usually wears a beanie or cattleman hat to hide his face.

Old pick up, old pick up, old pick up! Owns an old pick up truck he fixed up, it breaks down regularly and only plays radio but Inanna enjoys riding in the back. Muriel likes driving a lot on those country roads.

All that’s to be said about Muriel and his phone is this; he owns a nokia and has no intention of getting a smartphone. Ever.

His hands are a bit big for it though, he’s called MC and Julian accidently so many times... and he only usually text’s, so that's awkward.

Inanna is Muriel’s constant companion, and when they’re in the city man do the two of them turn heads. Inanna is a wolfdog in this universe and she definitely looks more wolf than dog.

But she really is a big sweetheart, Muriel raised her from a puppy after she was rejected and placed in a shelter, he knew a wolf dog would need some special attention to grow into a perfect companion rather than a dangerous animal.

Anyone can look at Muriel and instantly think he’s one of those people who would play country music, for the most part that’s true. He does play the guitar and can sing okay, he does like country but his real love of music comes from indie artists.

He can’t really explain it but the music gives him a sense of carelessness and hope he’s never known.

Doesn’t really watch tv or movies, Muriel is almost always too busy for that but he’s found it the strangest thing, Inanna likes watching tv...

After that he got drawn in by the documentaries about animals, he didn’t really realize that people did shows about the habitats and behaviours of animals but he finds himself entranced by it when he passes by.

He soon relented and sits on the floor with his arm draped over Inanna as they watch documentaries about wolves in Alaska.

With the amount of animals Muriel raises anyone would call it a job, Muriel however would argue it's a hobby for him. Sure waking up every hour in the night to feed raccoon babies isn’t ideal but it's never been anything short of joyous to watch them go back to the wild.

Muriel's other hobby centres around his guitar and learning songs to play to himself and maybe a certain person *cough* MC *cough*.

He’s also an avid baker, none of his meals are ready made. Leading on from that he forages for mushrooms, and herbs rather than buys them.

Muriel doesn’t have a tattoo, only his scars.

He thought about getting some but he doesn’t trust someone to touch him that way and also he’s not a big fan of needles.

Probably a good thing otherwise Inanna and all his chickens names would be on his arm.

Portia

Absolutely suits the modern life in this universe, Portia somehow finds the time to do everything, the bustling worker or the relaxed dreamer.

She’s almost everywhere in the city, doing everything at once; working at Vesuvia Industries, grabbing the sweetest iced tea at the cafe, exploring the corruption of downtown streets.

Portia is obsessed with knowing every inch of the city, and what goes on inside it because it's a very strange city with a stranger history.

Portia is a great and helpful assistant to Nadia, but she’s also hiding a lot including her identity as Pasha Devorak the reporter for Vesuvian Times.

She has as many curious secrets as the city.

Portia previously lived in a small studio flat however since working for Nadia she has been lucky enough to afford to rent out a small cottage outside the city. She loves it so much and other than being in an AU not much has changed between the two cottages.

It’s shielded by so many grand trees and a vivacious garden that it feels like her own little world, the inside of the cottage is filled with hand knitted blankets, painted glass figurines and the warm smell of baked goods.

Sometimes its a bigger place than Portia can manage by herself but she likes taking to fixing things as they come along, she definitely is a fan of the saying “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”

Her clothing choices are just so cute and by no means is she afraid of showing off her cottage core style; jumpers, skirts, vest tops, crop tops and patterned blouses look really good on her. Of course the garden requires the heavy duty stuff, sweatpants, a tattered tee and the old hoodie that refuses to die.

She’s not to much into heels even though she’s short, Portia prefers pumps and loafers because “comfort over beauty!” (although she would be pretty cute with or without).

Nadia finds Portia’s headstrong and optimism very amusing and definitely takes a few life lessons from Portia.

Who needs to drive? Portia doesn’t, she loves taking the bus or the train wherever she goes. That way she can bop her head to her tunes while watching the landscape go by, in a beautiful intricate place like Vesuvia it's important to take it all in.

That and everyone can agree that Portia behind the wheel of a vehicle is a disaster, she just gets so distracted.

Nadia has offered Portia a new phone many times but Portia is plenty happy enough with her older gen 6 iphone (because if she got a new one she’d have to get wireless headphones!) Also she’d feel bad for Siri.

Unfortunately Pepi the cat came from terrible circumstances, certain circumstances where Portia jumped of a bridge after witnessing someone chuck a mewling bag into the river.

But Portia is so thankful for her amazing kitten, the two of them protect each other. Though Pepi’s idea of protecting Portia is making sure the birds don’t feed from the feeder outside and meowing at the fridge when it’s too loud.

Portia’s music taste is disarming to those who don’t know her well, she is a huge fan of rock, any rock music just so long as it’s good and a classic (ACDC, Queen, etc...) she likes to think she is a connoisseur of rock.

Julian can not put into words how much he abhorred it when his little sister would blast that music to drown out his.

Portia will either watch every movie or show when it comes out or will binge watch a show or movie after forgetting it existed. There is no inbetween, but she loves media, consumes it even.

Detective shows and spy movies are her favourite but she’ll enjoy just about anything unless it's a musical she was forced to watch one too many times because of Julian.

Portia has so many hobbies, one would say too many but she digresses.

Of course gardening is at the top of her list, moreso because the garden always needs doing but she gets a great sense of pride growing her own food and Pepi loves chasing the spiders that hide in the strawberries.

Portia is also a very avid blogger, there is a lot of conspiracy theories on there but with a following of half the city it seems pretty popular.

In her downtime Portia is loves to relax with her favourite soft drink and beat V3suviaC0unt#1 ass on her games console, she finds the shrieking of her enemy to be great fun.Portia’s love of games however soon transpired to collecting action figures of her favourite game characters.

She is very protective of them.

Like Muriel, Portia also doesn’t have a tattoo. It’s not that she’s afraid of needles but she just hasn’t found a reasonably good design to get yet.

Lucio

Lucio is definitely the one out of the six who was made for the modern world, sure being a Count is cool and all but in this world he can have both power and freedom and not have to sit in every meeting called.

He’s never once taken anything seriously, Lucio’s power has been built on the backs of others without him ever having to raise a finger.

It’s happened everywhere he goes, in the army he sacrificed the good of his teammates to rise in the ranks, he forced the Asra’s parents to make him the best prosthetic arm in history, he codled up to an old dying man to get his business and when he found out that wasn’t for him Lucio pawned it off to his wife and rolled onto the next devious plan.

Lucio’s been an army man, a CEO, a crime lord and the cause of “The Event” but maybe one day he’ll rise above those defining moments and be greater (but that is a story for another day).

Of course Lucio did live with Nadia for a time, but when he made her CEO Lucio took to calling his mansion home, Nadia wasn’t a fan of the creepy vibe it gave off which is just as well because Lucio hosts a lot of unsavoury characters...

True to form each room in that place has only the most expensive belongings, every bed is king size and the garage is filled with gas guzzling monstrosities of cars. It’s not cluttered by any means, but it's gaudy and shows off his wealth.

The only place things seem normal is the kitchen, Lucio doesn’t spend much time in there but on the wall sits a board of old memories when he got along with the others, they didn’t always find him unbearable.

Lucio’s torn it down and put it up so many times already he can never make up his mind if he wants to keep it.

Only thing Lucio ever liked about running a company were the expensive suits he was told he had to wear at least that was a great improvement on his fashion sense. Of course he’s not always wearing suits sometimes he’ll just wear a dress shirt with one too many buttons undone and a pair of white chinos and trainers.

Sunglasses are a must, that, and a lint roller. The dogs shed a lot...

As mentioned before Lucio has a lot of very pricey cars, he is the product of what would happen in Portia was given a car, he’d get distracted and crash it into the back of another vehicle.

He’s lucky anyone will insure him and that he has so many cars.

Lucio tried to be different to the ‘normies’ by getting his company to make a phone suitable to his taste. A phone that had two charging ports (to charge it twice as fast) and a waterproof casing (that kept it a bit too dry and hot so it spontaneously combusted in his pocket).

Lucio now has the latest iPhone instead.

Owns a lot of pets, the exotic eels, macaques, cockatoo, etc... The same as he does in the normal universe, none of which are particularly nice and well behaved. He prefers his fur babies Mercedes and Melinchor.

They were two dogs he saw fighting in dog fights and he was in love instantly buying them and bringing them to live with him, chaos follows those two like a bad odour.

Lucio decided that to be the cool rich guy he needed to like cool music, for the longest time he spent his time listening to hip hop no one really ever notices that Lucio in fact hates hip hop, he much prefers pop music.

It's a secret he will take to his grave but MC has definitely heard him singing to Katy Perry’s ‘Firework’ in the shower.

Lucio is the biggest movie buff in Vesuvia, he’s definitely offended when no one invites him to premieres, which is why he’s done all he can to get into movies (with little avail). And he will watch anything and enjoy it, he is usually one of those people who don’t realize the book exists when such a movie is out.

But do you know what his favourite kind of movies are?

Romantic-comedies, or just anything that's classed as romance. Date nights with Lucio are pretty good but he cries a lot, poor guy.

Just don’t get started with Lucio and hobbies, if he’s tried something once he’ll make out he knows everything about it and even if he hasn’t tried it he’ll pretend he has. He’s forever speaking out of his a** but no one dares call him out on it.

That being said Lucio really doesn’t have the capability to commit to a hobby, unless parties count? They don’t? They should!

Although one could say maybe planning parties does count...

Tattoos? Lucio has a few; his army number on the back of his neck, a sword piercing a heart on his chest and the twin silhouettes of the dogs running on the heel of his foot.

[saeysooo]

♚ yandere arcana ; main 6 headcanons {crybaby} ||

♡ tw: psychological terror, possession, manipulation, murder ♡ gender-neutral / female apprentice

♜ asra alnazar ; tag, you’re it ♜

They were your master, you their apprentice; But that relationship wasn’t enough to suffice Asra. NOT EVEN CLOSE! They wanted to be yours... Or more so they wanted you to be theirs!

They would watch you through your windows... In fact, they would follow you everywhere! You were so perfect to them, especially whenever you would get undressed after a long day of training. Your soft skin, the adoring stare in your innocent gaze... And yet you had no idea who was watching you behind open curtains.

“You’re so cute! I can just cut you up!”

“Let’s go on an adventure together... What do you say, darling? No..? It’s funny how you think you have a choice!!”

“Then how about we play tag~? If I win, you’re mine. If you win... Well, you’re still mine! You’re mine, ALL MINE!! Run darling!! RUN!”

Maniacal laughter invaded your thoughts, crawling across your skin as you ran for you fragile little life.

They pushed you to the ground, holding you in their dominating grip. At a loss for words, it was too late to scream for help, cry. And even if you did, they wouldn’t let you go!! YOU LOST THE GAME!!

They had no idea before... That YOU were their poison; the bittersweet wonder that they were always searching for on all their adventures into the unknown. There was no way they can give up such a rare flower!

Fluffy, white hair tickled your cheek, their lips dragging across your skin, leaving the mark of their adoration upon you.

“My mother used to tell me that I should pick the best lover... Oh, I love it when I hear your breathing... I know that you won’t ever leave me!”

Where were you...? CAN ANYONE HEAR?! HELP, PLEASE!! ...Ha, you’re talking to yourself!! Silly apprentice, they trapped you in their oasis~!!

♜ julian devorak ; mad hatter ♜

He’s absolutely. Fucking. INSANE.

Julian Devorak was CRAZY for you! Perhaps it was the drugs he experimented with that drove him to his insanity... Or not!

“WHERE IS MY PRESCRIPTION?!”

Maybe it was just the sole factor that you were the only person that showed so much attention to him!! He drowned himself in your touch, the mere sight of you. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do just to hear you call him such endearing things; things only reserved for HIM!

“Wonderland is wherever you are, pumpkin!!”

There wasn’t one dream where you weren’t in it; driving him absolutely nuts. There were so many wondrous things the two of you would do: Skinny dipping in a rabbit hole, painting roses red with his blood, getting high together off helium. Or perhaps the two of you can get drunk off a blue caterpillar and fool around?

The feeling of you being in his mere presence made him want to tear the skin off of him, he wanted so badly just to hold you!!

“IT’S ALWAYS JULIAN NO, JULIAN PLEASE JUST LISTEN! Pumpkin, you DON’T UNDERSTAND! My brain is absolutely SCATTERED whenever you are around, can’t you see!?!”

And by lord how much he loved roleplaying in the bedroom with you. He would go as far as to make costumes and everything to get the scene he wanted to play out absolutely perfect!

“How about this~ Oh I know let’s do some improv acting!! It can be a drama! You can be Alice, and I’ll be the Mad Hatter!”

No matter who you told, nobody would accept or believe that Julian was absolutely insane. He was beyond a histrionic, and it was all because of you. You did this to him. You made him fall in love so fucking hard it drove him mad. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! 

♜ nadia satrinava ; cake ♜

Everything about you was absolutely divine to the Countess. They would bend over backwards to make you happy, to have you stay in their loving gaze. Even if you wanted to leave... She wouldn’t allow it! Can’t you see?! YOU’RE ALL HERS!

Every night you would return home, Nadia felt as if a huge part of herself was missing. You were perfect to her, don’t get her wrong... But there was one ingredient to you missing that was stopping you from being absolutely divine: Her love.

You were warm to her like an oven, your kisses upon her cheek always so sweet like sugar. Your fingers were silk-like, every single time you touched her. Your skin tasted like buttercream and you smelled like vanilla! Every sense she felt around you was filled with empty calories... Calories that would never satisfy her until you were all hers.

You saw her as nothing but a friend... And oh how much she hated that. The thought of you not being more than such a berating title made her skin crawl, her jaw tightening with anger. 

It was when you started dating someone else that she felt more than betrayal... Oh no she went ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. MAD. 

“I am NOT a piece of cake, flower!! How can you just discard me like I didn’t love you more than them?! HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING BUT A FROSTED HEART THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE YOURS?!”

“I planned everything out perfectly when I was with you!! The dates, the outfits, the sex! ALL OF IT!!”

Nonetheless... she found a way to forgive you. That’s what a Countess does, forgive those who have made mistakes!! Oh how much you will miss your lover... But it will be okay! Soon you will have another!!

“I’m taking back what’s mine... And showing you a slice of heaven that you can have when you are mine. Not that you weren’t already mine~!”

♜ muriel of the kokhuri ; teddy bear ♜

What was once his cold, exposed heart? He couldn’t even remember anymore. Despite all his attempts to push you away, isolate himself once more... You showed him love, gave him a space in your heart that was unmeasurable. And he didn’t want to admit how much he loved it.

You could never be scared of Muriel, knowing he was just a big teddy bear! You found it absolutely endearing whenever he talked in his sleep, saying all the things he would do to you, nervous beyond belief!!

It was when you started finding knives under his pillow in the morning, crumpled photos that he had drawn of you, destroyed pieces of wood that he whittled of you... That doubt began to sprout in the midst of your naive heart. Should you be scared?

What was once a comforting and quiet energy... Became malicious and violent. His love for you seemed to only extend farther than what you could perceive “healthy.” How can love become so violent?! What happened to the sweet, gentle giant that sparked a newfound feeling in his mind?!

There was only one thing you wish you did... RUN.

It was when you disposed of the myrrh he had given you to forget him... That he went absolutely mad. How can you just try to dispose of him?! ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW HIM? HOW COULD YOU??!

What was a normal, rainy day was filled with nothing but sheer terror. He was inside your home!! WHO WAS HE?! ... YOU’RE SCARED! But oh how you had brought this upon yourself!! SO WHAT IF YOU’RE FUCKING SCARED?!

You were unprepared when his heavy breaths radiated off of the walls, bouncing around inside your mind... He was absolutely silent... When he tried to bring a knife down upon you.

♜ portia devorak ; dollhouse ♜

There was nothing Portia wanted more than for you and her to be a perfect couple, someday a perfect family even. Pepi, you, and her... Alone in her cottage, living a domestic life. How wonderful does that sound? Absolutely HEAVENLY to her, that’s for sure!!

To the public, you and Portia were, in fact, the perfect couple! She was absolutely angelic to anyone who met her eye, and you were her darling lover, an endearing doll of hers that she kept close to her. She opened the walls of her home to you, to her heart!

But soon people started to see something... different between you two. Were you really as perfect as you looked?

She’s coming... SHE’S COMING!! Swinging the attic door open, her wide smile offered an array of madness that couldn’t begin to be assessed. Her giggles filled your ears, what was once something you loved became something you came to fear. 

When was the last time you truly thought for yourself? Portia did everything for you. She coddled you, fed you, dressed you, did your makeup, told you when you can speak, when you were to sleep. There wasn’t a moment where you were anything else but her rag doll, controlled and motivated under her loving hand.

“You were absolutely wonderful today, doll!! The way people looked at us. We’re perfect together!! EVERYONE THINKS IT, DON’T YOU?”

No matter how perfect everyone thought the two of you to be, you saw what everyone else didn’t see of Portia... How terrifyingly. Fucking. Insane she was.

But this is all your fault. You tried to run, tried to ruin the perfect facade Portia built up in her head. She just had to take things into her own hands to make sure you stayed! AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

♜ lucio morgasson ; milk and cookies ♜

What else is there to say?! He LOVES YOU!! 

He locked the doors of the palace at night. He needed to know you were there with him, in his arms, sound asleep... But when you tried to run, Lucio lost his trust in you; Trust that you can be alone.

“YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU TRY TO FUCKING CALL FOR HELP AGAIN, LITTLE BIRD!!”

Every night became the same; Lucio spiking the milk that put you to sleep; enough poison in it where he would be able to bend you to his will. Day by day, you grew weaker, unable to think for yourself. He took his chance to hold you then, singing a lullaby to you until you were... absolutely... knocked out...

“Do you want me, little bird? Of course, I’ll hold you!! I’m here!”

When the plague hit, did Lucio care? Absolutely not!! All that mattered was that you were with him, until death did you part! But when Lucio got sick, ill-ridden with the plague... He needed a final resort... Something that would assure you both would be TOGETHER FOREVER

“I baked you cookies, darling bird. Do you like them? ...Do you want to know the secret ingredients? Well, it’s a little bit of sugar... And a LOT of poison! ...Oh look how tired you’re getting. Perhaps I should put you to bed? The plague can’t kill you if I do first~! But don’t worry!! I’ll be join you VERY soon, my beautiful bird!”

He held you close to him, the sickening look in his reddened eyes absolutely deadly, filled with lust. There was nothing more soothing than seeing the pure innocence on your face when you were asleep. He sang you a final lullaby, before he set the room aflame... Ashes, ashes... If he was going to die, you were going to go down with him!! Amongst the fire surrounding him, he found solstice in knowing you were waiting for him, beckoning him to join you in the supple whisper of death. Because even in death... You couldn’t escape him; Death couldn’t do you part!

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*Author’s Note: I re-listened to the crybaby album and heard certain lines in different songs that set off my yandere writing radar. I stayed in my seat for 4 hours writing this as well... So I really hope you enjoyed!

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[thearcanaartificer]

1 15 19 28 29 for Odelia!

@vikinglumberjack Thank you so much for the ask! Here are the answers to those questions! I had a wonderful time thinking them out and it made my night.

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

She has a few. She made a lot of stuffed animals when she was regaining a lot of her motor skills as a way to practice her stitching and pattern making, though most she donated to the local orphanage for the children there and a few have been given to her pets as toys. She likes making stylized bunnies, dogs, cats, birds, and teddy bears. Asra had to hide most of her old ones she had from their childhood- even the ones she had made for him when he was ten or so.

Her most prized one is actually one that she found that Asra didn’t hide very well. A black bunny with mismatched button eyes. She calls it Pumpkin (Yes, she had just bitten into some of Sesali’s pumpkin bread when she named the thing). It’s not well put together and the type of stitching that was used is the wrong choice- like a surgeon had sewn it together like they would a laceration- and messy, but the thing is worn and obviously well loved. She felt attached to it from the first moment she discovered it.

She use to chew on its ears a lot when she was first recovering from her amnesia as a form of comfort. She’s stopped since then, and now she takes the best care of it since its the only part of her past that she seems to be able to hold on to without headaches.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Oddly enough, she finds sitting down to do her hair or having to apply make up or even more complicated outfits a waste of time. She’s very utilitarian in that regard. A ponytail will keep her hair out of her face so why spend hours learning how to do complicated braids simply because they look pretty?

Don’t be mistaken though. If Portia or Nadia or Julian want to do her hair or make up or dress her up- the time is no longer wasted. They enjoy doing those sorts of things and letting them enjoy themselves, despite how much she doesn’t understand why its enjoyable to them, means the time is well spent.

On her own though, nah. She’d rather do anything else- just throw on some clothes, toss her hair into a pony tail, and get going.

19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Odelia is the rare hardworking genius. She doesn’t have tests she has to take (and she’s never had to do a job interview), but she holds herself to a high standard and studies and practices a verity of different skillsets- from medicine to sewing to metalwork to magic and much more. She may not be the master of any one trade, but she can do a huge menagerie of things at a high skill level. Her personal motto is the old saying ‘A jack of all trades and a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one’.

28. Would they date a fixer-upper?

Out of all the LIs, Odelia loves Julian. So yes, technically people would say she’d date a fixer-upper. However, she’s not out to ‘fix’ who he is (because fundamentally he is sweet, affectionate, altruistic, funny, smart, thoughtful, delightfully dramatic, charismatic, and loyal), but she does try to promote good mental health decisions and tries to good care of him (because he is also anxious, so touch-starved he gets scared and tries to flee when he thinks things are too good to be true, self-loathing, self-deprecating, sometimes depressed, and drinks too much when he gets trapped in his own head). She loves him for who he is and merely helps encourage him to make wise choices when he’s having a bad day, like not drinking himself stupid or that its more than okay to ask for help rather than shoulder the whole burden himself or even that he doesn’t have to earn love. That her love isn’t something that’s going to fade away (though she isn’t perfect and will sometimes get frustrated with him and not always rightfully so because she has bad days too) and will weather the bad days (hers and his) just fine. She knows everyone has negative traits (she has plenty herself) and that’s not something that can necessarily be ‘fixed’, but good choices can be made in regards to them.

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

Odelia doesn’t necessarily have reoccurring dreams. If she is stuck on a project, her mind will try to find a solution while she sleeps, so sometimes, on more tricky problems, she will have dreams about how to solve said conundrum. Though there are most reoccurring themes in her dreams. Most are in a scape with an abundance of foliage and overstuffed bookshelves. Turns out there is a lot of overgrowth of vegetation (and bookshelves with tons of books) in her own personal gate.

[cardassiangf]

okay actually let me just do the top three placements for the ds9 crew, okay? okay here we go! these are just for fun & also my interpretation. also i realize some arent human and therefore would have different placements entirely, but you know what? idc. (and no ezri since i havent seen enough of her to make a good guess sfdgfhjh sorry!) 

julian i already said was a cancer sun virgo moon. workaholics who are kinda anxious but also full of love and affection, plus they also love to talk. for rising im kind of caught between aries and sagittarius, because they both in nicely with the top two. i am leaning more towards aries rising though for him. moves very fast to keep interest in things & is career minded. it’s kind of a combination that swings back and forth between this unflappable confidence (usually in the workplace) and a deep emotional vulnerability. also, they’re caregivers by nature. his childhood teddy bear was his ‘first patient,’ and that has to mean something. he also repeatedly shows himself to be drawn to people that might be in need of ‘fixing,’ and might not necessarily pull back until something shakes him out of it. julian is someone who buzzes with energy and feels so much at once it can be hard to reign in, but once he actually manages to do that, it’s almost unstoppable. 

for sisko im feeling gemini sun and scorpio moon. okay yes two signs with a bad rep for some reason but hear me out: this person is extremely charming, confident & elegant except when they're Not, there's intense confidence and resolve that comes through. and on that intensity, we’ve all seen sisko when he gets serious about something--it’s a Lot. it’s a combo that can also be thrown off kilter and that’s not a great thing, but sisko has an excellent support system to ground him so you don’t see the negativity. he’s also a pisces rising. the same intensity comes out in love and emotional intelligence with him here, he’s definitely someone in touch with that side of himself and that’s very Water Sign of him. so basically loving, protective, the type of person people get drawn too for one reason or another but also there’s a chaotic side to him too, and he’s got a flair for the dramatic (his escapades in the mirrorverse come to mind when i think about this.) 

jadzia... okay see my initial reaction is to just. fill her chart with fire. she’s a big personality on the surface, and extremely magnetic. but actually? leo sun pisces moon. okay yeah, a fire sign out from the gate but hear me out. there’s a lot of duality in jadzia, and while she outwardly shows a ton of confidence, she’s also pretty self reflective and i get the sense she much prefers to deal with her problems internally. like, people don’t really see much past her dazzling outside either, and as another leo sun, people do tend to write us off as a bit one dimensional at times. the known emotional sensitivity of the pisces mized with leo’s capacity to love is good for her i think. rising is a bit tricky, since jadzia also has dax to blend her personality with, but i think that virgo rising suits her well. for all of the fun she brings to the table, she also has a brilliant streak of practicality. 

kira is another instinctively ‘oh, fire sign!’ person but actually? i think she has a ton of water in her chart. she’s emotional and passionate and so devoted to the things and people she believes in, and maybe she isn’t used to paying attention to her emotions because the occupation didn’t let her, but she feels so deeply. for this reason, pisces sun sagittarius moon scorpio rising. the thing about kira is that she might hold a lot of anger, but most of it stems from love and protectiveness. she’s incredibly blunt and adaptable, and definitely one of those pisces who doesn’t actually want to admit they have anything in common with the other water signs lmao. she’s at her best when she’s around people who can ground her and kind of make her pause to evaluate things before jumping into action and seriously values the bonds she makes with people. she also doesn’t really care for staying still or playing political mind games and would much prefer to just jump into the Doing phase of things. 

quark is just. it took me a minute for him actually? idk he’s a bit of a weird one. for quark, he’s kind of dramatic and emotional but also has this wonderfully deviant side and, when it comes down to it, isn’t terrible at business negotiations at all. yes he has majorly fucked up some big opportunities, but also somehow has kept his bar running for what, 15? 20 years? through everything that’s happened on ds9.  quark is a capricorn sun, but it’s balanced out (or in conflict with) his aquarius moon and leo rising. quark is weird, and kind of a dick sometimes, but when he’s not trying to be a menace, he actually has a pretty good heart. he’s a pretty creative thinker and constantly finds new ways to use practical knowledge to his advantage. but he also likes to ‘outshine’ others and keep the spotlight on himself, and he’ll lie and trample over people to do so. the fact that this combo makes him attentive can be a bit of a double-edged sword; sure, he can listen to people when he feels like it, but what’s going to happen with that knowledge? who knows. not quark until he finds an opportunity for it at least. 

odo! does not technically have a birthday but who cares i love him so he’s here. yes, we will start obviously: virgo sun. what else would i go with. he’s a reserved person with a personality that errs on the side of uptight; very virgo stereotypical. but you know what else? aries moon. oh yes. odo walks into a room and as long as he wants you to know he’s there, you Will know. he’s bold in his own way, and extremely on top of details with intense attentiveness. of course there’s some fire in his chart, and probably a lot of it in other placements too.  his gemini rising helps this out immensely, which is kinda surprising. but also when gemini is ascendant with virgo in sun, it makes them meticulous, fast learners. maybe a bit nitpicky at times, but nothing that can’t be helped with practice. i think the aries placement would also probably explain the underlying sensitivity, because like, it’s generally one of the louder signs of the zodiac but here’s a secret from anther fire sign: we are So sensitive oh my fucking god. we have a ton of ego and pride (and you can’t tell me odo doesn’t have moments of that) so typically unless we’re in a place we feel we can let go, you won’t see it, but jesus Fucking christ fire signs have a lot of emotion under the surface. 

miles, who i just wanna lowkey take the piss out of and slap him with virgo/virgo/virgo but i will refrain lmao. no, for him, libra sun leo moon virgo rising. he’s extremely reliable, devoted to his work & friends & family even if he’s not the greatest at showing it? a bit emotionally constipated but he does try very hard and that’s why we love him. is it the placements or the fact that he’s an irish dad? who knows, but he’s very prone to just telling people things outright with nothing to cushion it. this can be good or bad, and seems to depend more on how well the other person knows him. his leo side makes him pretty warm when he’s comfortable, and i think his relationship with keiko actually paints him as a lowkey traditional romantic too. also, these placements make for really good parents, and we don’t see it as much as we see the jake/sisko father/son dynamic, but miles really does do his best for his kids. 

worf my boy, who i have loved dearly since i first saw tng. hard to make a guess for him im 100% happy with though. im decently satisfied with taurus sun leo moon scorpio rising. worf is just like. he doesn’t have a really big personality but you also are very aware of him? i wouldn’t say he’s stoic by any means, he’s just very. focused. he’s honest and tries his best to look at situations from a more lawful standpoint, or at least, one that makes the most sense with his own honour code. he seems drawn to stability, but also finds himself drawn to people who challenge him too? he’s out here looking for something to balance him out and put things in perspective for him. whether or not he takes that into consideration is another thing entirely. and i say scorpio because, you know what they say, still water runs deep. you might know what he’s thinking because he told you, but you might not know how he Feels about it. actually, you probably will not. the leo doesn’t really make him want to be in the spotlight or anything, in his case i think it acts more like his driving force. 

and listen. i know garak isn't crew. but i love him so he’s here and we’re all gonna like it.  this chaotic little bastard spy is an aquarius sun pisces moon capricorn rising.  garak is unique, and even if he doesn’t want to say it, he’s pretty ruled by his emotions too. he’s creative, and a grade-A manipulator who can charm his way just about anywhere (provided of course, the person in question isn’t someone who’s been warned about him, but even then, he has a good chance). he’s good a good, if not a bit Off, sense of humour and he comes off as someone who has a personal interest in the behaviour of people. not just a spy thing, but he’s invested--he does crave a certain intimacy and closeness which gets denied uh. most of his life actually. the capricorn read comes from how he’s been able to compartmentalize and commit acts of cruelty. an interrogation that was four hours of staring and not speaking is certainly creative. it’s also an insanely calculated and sadistic mind game for him. and it’s interesting to note that as much as he manipulates, he’s also very easily manipulated himself (see: Everything about tain jesus fuck i hate that man so much). he also runs into quite a bit of trouble when he’s not able to compartmentalize things any longer, whether it’s because the emotional toll is too high or he simply doesn’t see the point in the actions any longer. 

[findmeintheafterglow]

A Guide to Every Single Newsie

There are way too many of those punks. If you’re new to all this come learn whom is who

Let’s start with some pictures, they’re blurry because it’s surprisingly hard to get a decent screenshot. There are lots of them but hopefully just seeing their faces a few times will help you. Recognizing them just comes with time trust me, I used to struggle to find Race and now I see a pic of someone's feet and am like “ah yes Finch my boy”. Also, I’m only covering the newsies live cast because that’s what you can legally watch and what most people are familiar with. Also, I didn’t want to do every cast member to ever be on Broadway or tour.

Please note some of the things I’m about to say may not be canon but are part of what I know is widely considered true within the fandom. As far as sexuality I may mention it with some characters/who they’re commonly shipped with just so y’all aren’t lost when you see fics and things.

Jack: You know Jack so I’m not going that deep into his character. He’s 17, full name Francis Sullivan, newsie nickname is Cowboy. He’s the leader of the newsies of Lower Manhattan. A charismatic asshole who really just wants meaningful relationships and happiness for those he loves. Undeniably bisexual. Played by Jeremy Jordan.

Davey: Full name is David Jacobs, newsie nickname is Walking Mouth though he’s only addressed by his nickname in the 1992 movie. The most educated, attended school until he was around 17 ish. He’s a doofy little nerd and also mom friend ultimate, I repeat bc this is a defining trait Mom Friend Ultimate. I’m not sure if this is canon but pretty much everyone recognizes that he and his family are Jewish. Played by Ben Fankhauser.

Les: Sassy angel child. Full name Lesley Jacobs. Albert calls him shortstop a few times but it’s not quite a newsie name tm. 10 years old(almost). Also pretty Jewish. He’s kind of an impressionable little firecracker, he looks up to all the newsies but especially Jack. He just has a lot of energy and wants to hang with the big kids. Sass master in training. Buckets of charm packed into about 4 feet of human. Played by Ethan Steiner.

Crutchie: Crutchie! You know him! You’ve already fallen madly in love with him! Lost use of one of his legs to polio. Last name is Morris for sure and a lot of people say his real name is Charlie. Jack’s closest friend. He’s often painted as a pure sunshine boy, he is a pure sunshine boy. However, he is also tough, streetsmart and ready to fight. Very kindhearted and eternally optimistic. Played by Andrew Keenan-Bolger(you may see it abbreviated as AKB).

Race: This boy has lots of names so strap in. Racetrack Higgins is his name, people mostly call him Race not Racetrack. He is also sometimes called Racer. I don’t think this is canon but as a fandom, I think we’ve determined that he’s aggressively Italian and his real first name is Antonio, you may also see Anthony or Tony. Best friends with Albert. Crutchie is Jack’s best friend but Race is sort of Jack’s second in command. Sprace, him and Spot Conlon, are pretty much the biggest ship in Newsies. He’s a gambler and has an affinity for betting on horse races. He sells by the Sheepshead Racetrack hence his nickname. Very easy to recognize because he always has a cigar. The definition of a disaster gay. He has good intentions most of the time but is also a chaotic piece of shit. Played by Ben Tyler Cook(BTC).

Albert: Albert DaSilva is his name, having fantastic hair is his game. Race’s best friend. Personality is similar to Race but a little less chaotic, like he still does dumb things all the time but isn’t nearly as loud. Prankmaster and Sassmaster ultimate. Lives on the lower east side with his dad and two older brothers but generally that fact is ignored and he’s lumped in as living in the lodgings.  His cap is on backwards most of the time which can help you recognize him. Played by Sky Flaherty.

Spot: Spot Conlon, the man, the myth, the legend. Leader of Brooklyn. Comically short but will also soak you without hesitation. Side note bc I didn’t know this for a long time: the newsies call beating someone up “soakin’ ‘em” because you beat them up so bad they’re soaked in blood. Back to Spot, he’s tough as nails but also cares about his boys in Brooklyn a lot. Played by Tommy Bracco.

Elmer: A smart yet small boy. Very good at math and science and somewhat interested in politics. He has 8 older siblings. Polish apparently? I learned this very recently?? A very friendly and sunshiney guy. The newsies make fun of him saying that he’s bad at selling papes. He’s a hardworker. This is definitely not canon but you may see his last name as being Kasprzak. This comes from Evan Kasprzak, the actor who played Elmer in the Papermill and Original Broadway Casts. People like writing about Elmer so they just kinda gave him that last name and it works. Played by Anthony Zas.

Jojo: Jorgelino Josephino De La Guerra where to begin. A good Catholic boy. He was raised by nuns in a cathedral in Harlem. A nice boy, a kind boy. Down for some shenanigans but is generally reasonable and doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. Very ambitious and wants to be a big baller(in KONY he wishes for a solid gold watch I mean). Played by Joshua Burrage.

Buttons: Benjamin Buttons Davenport, what a guy. So I don’t know that he’s actually younger but he definitely reads as a little more youthful. He’s optimistic and easily excitable and overall kinda has this genuine hope and happiness that some of the other guys have lost to the street. He lives with his family and has at least a few siblings but I feel like he has hella. Not gonna be last in line for the tub tonight. Played by Chaz Wolcott.

Romeo: Will flirt with anything that moves. He has very distinctive bright red and blue striped socks if that helps you identify him. Is one of the younger newsies but makes up for it with overconfidence. Very lighthearted, we never see him get too serious. A charmer through and through. Still a very kind and caring guy. Played by Nico DeJesus.

Specs: Specs is a good one. He wears glasses obviously so you can identify him pretty easy. Definitely on the older end of the newsies. There’s no basis for this in canon but I feel like he’s been around longer than Jack. Kind of helps lead and run things with Race and Jack because he’s the most responsible motherfucker in that lodging house. Think kinda like Davy where he’s a bit of a mom but more easygoing, less cautious and more one of the boys. Generally a happy guy and so so sweet. Very forward thinking and genuinely likes selling papes. Played by Jordan Samuels.

Finch: Finch! A personal favorite please show him love. Full name is Patrick Cortes. He has a family(or at least a mom) but ran away when he was little. He carries a slingshot with him a good amount of the time so use that to find him. He’s sarcastic, funny, and always rarin’ to go. Tough but not in an “I’ll fight you” way. He will fight you if needed but it’s more like “Life’s a bitch but look how far I’ve made it”. Kinda like a cool older brother vibe but throw in a good handful of antsy. Played by my main man Iain Young.

Sniper: Mkay it’s time for the tough boi trio, these next three are fighters. Last name is Wah. His dad is named Sam Wah and owns a laundromat above Jacobi’s Deli. You may see him as a girl in fics or hcs because for almost all of the tour he was played by a woman. Boy has aim like no other. He is confirmed to be the quickest and strongest of the newsies. Also sly and cunning. Boy’s like a snake or a fox or whatever simile you prefer but regardless be scared. Has a reputation so people don’t mess with him. Would never hurt another Manhattan boy, he’s scary but he defends his brothers. Played by Daniel Switzer.

Tommy Boy: Don’t know a ton about Tommy Boy but here we go. He’s a man of few words, when he talks his answers are brief and to the point. Not in a mean way though that’s just how he is. Appears to be confrontational as he’s consistently seen stepping to a fight(before the world will know when Jack says “keep your shirt on” and when he scabs he gets in people’s faces). A good dependable guy but kinda mysterious, I would not provoke. Played by Michael Dameski.

Mush: Last name is Myers. First name is possibly Nick? In the real strike, there was a boy named Nick Myers so. He lives in Harlem?? But who cares about canon, ignore that. Mush is a ‘hattan boy. Has a lisp. He considers himself to be the muscle of Manhattan and will throw down for his brothers. When the strikebreakers show up, Jack literally has to hold him back because Mush is just trying to get to those hoes so he can protect the rest of the boys just yellin’ “Nah man I’ll get ‘em”. Very caring and very selfless. Boy’s got muscle but is totally a teddy bear with a heart of gold. I’ve always thought of him as your classic rough and tumble but clean-cut caring all-American boy. Played by Nick Masson.

Henry: Last name is possibly butler after the real life newsboy, Henry Butler but the only confirmed name we have is Henry. Became a newsie at 11 when his dad died and his family lost their deli. Has a mom who he still sees sometimes but doesn’t live with. Boy really likes food. It reminds him of the deli with his dad and also he just really. likes. food. Fairly easygoing, practical, and will call guys out on their bullshit(e.g. whom the fuck cares about being famous). Played by Michael Rios.

Smalls: Smalls! I don’t got much at all but here’s what I know. Very commonly thought about as a girl as Smalls was played by girlsies for all(?) of the Broadway run. Pretty firey or at least high energy. Sometimes headcannoned as being leader of the Bronx because in the normal not filmed staging he’s the one to yell “so’s the Bronx”. Played by Julian DeGuzman.

Mike: Twin brother of Ike. These guys are hard to tell apart because they’re played by actual twins but here are some distinctions. Mike wears a brown cap, a plaid shirt, and green socks. Played by Jacob Guzman.

Ike: Twin brother of Mike. Has a dark grey cap, a striped shirt, pin-striped pants, and brown socks. Both twins seem to be pretty fun-loving. They kinda rough house a lot and are often messing around. Played by David Guzman

Hotshot: A Brooklyn newsie, I don’t really know his deal? A typical production doesn’t have Hotshot in it but he was in the filmed version and was apparently there towards the end of the broadway run. Kind of arrogant and tough. Sometimes seen as Spot’s second. Has literally only ever been played by J.P. Ferreri.

Vince/Myron: Ok so for newsies live they just threw in some extra newsboys for the heck of it and this guy is one of those. I don’t even know his name because the actor who plays him also plays a strikebreaker. On the wiki cast list, it just lists him as playing Vince and Myron with no indication as to who’s the newsie and who’s the strike breaker. Just from the nature of the names I can guess that Vince is the newsie? A big tough Brooklyn boy. Played by Stephen Hernandez.

Willie/Bart: Same deal as Vince/Myron. I’d be willing to guess that Willie is the newsie. Another Brooklyn boy. Played by Andrew Wilson.

Kenny: Also thrown in just for newsies live but I actually know his name. A pretty sunny guy, as far as I can remember he’s always smiling. Not in any of the pictures because he’s not in any of those scenes. It’s the same guy who plays darcy so go to carrying the banner or once and for all and find the guy in the yellow suit. That’s Darcy, Kenny looks just like that but in newsie clothes. Played by Jack Sippel.

Am I about to throw Bill and Darcey in just for kicks? yeah I think I am. Ok so this is a last minute decision and I don’t have pictures for these guys but here we go.

Bill: Not a newsie. Son of William Randolph Hearst, owner of the New York Journal. Full name William Randolph Hearst Jr. Katherine and Darcey’s friend. A sophisticated, classy, educated boy. Not tough in a street way but is kind of cold/reserved or maybe just a bit calculating. You can definitely tell he’s a rich boy by the way he holds himself. Looks like Mush bc they’re played by the same actor. Blue suit. Played by Nick Masson.

Darcey: Not a newsie. Son of Whitelaw Reid, owner of the New York Tribune. Still high class but more excitable and interested in the newsies world. Very kind and always concerned of behalf of others. His sweetness does not equal weakness, when Romeo approaches Kath in Carrying the Banner, he’s ready to handle the situation. Yellow suit. Played by Jack Sippel.

so there we go that is every newsie I could think of and then some. I’m gonna attach the pictures I have of an old wikipedia cast list which is what I use for reference since the one that's on wiki now isn’t great

That’s it! If you actually read all this, God bless you. If I got anything blatantly wrong or if you have any questions please talk to me

[egg-emperor]

Sorry I'm asking about this again, especcially so soon after your answer yesterday. But I'd like to know the more romantic headcanons between your self insert and Eggman (like how they show each other affection, etc.)

They’re in a relationship but Eggman and Julian are aro spec so it’s not exactly considered romantic as a whole. I understand what you’re asking though, so here are some of the intimate/affectionate things they do together!

Julian wishes that he could just snuggle up with Eggman all the time and that’s what it always ends with after Eggman has totally been pampered by him. He uses his soft tummy as a pillow and it’s so cozy. 💜 Intellectuals know that Eggman only shaved for the Olympics swimming and that he generally doesn’t shave that chest and tum. Julian adores the bear fur! 

No matter where Eggman falls asleep, Julian will join him. He could be somewhere he hadn’t planned like sitting on the couch, or even the floor somehow lol and he would join his side by choice. The exception is if he’s asleep in one of his chairs and there’s no room. It’s one of the only times Julian goes to bed alone. But it’s not without hugging the plushie that Eggman gave him of himself because he needs at least something that resembles him there.

If Julian gets in bed a little later, Eggman will pull him in closer like he’s a teddy bear while asleep. But Ivo himself is the real big cozy bear! 🐻 Once his arms are around Julian there’s no way he can get out so he has to stay put but he doesn’t mind being trapped. When he needs to get up in the morning, Eggman pulls him back in and Julian can’t resist staying anyway, even if he has a choice. 

Julian loves being in bed in the darkness with Eggman pressed up against his back, his breath on his neck. He keeps him warm and he isn’t afraid of anything during those times, not even the dangerous man himself. Julian nuzzles him and when Eggman does it back, his fluffy mustache tickles him! That’s also why he often giggles when they’re kissing because his stache is so feathery soft. 

It’s always a big deal when they’re going to be apart and Julian is the most dramatic, telling him how badly he’s going to miss him as he embraces him. Eggman likes to be fussed over because anything that makes him feel like the most important person in the world will do! XD This even happens when it’s just for a little while, like when Eggman is joining a race/Olympics/competition, etc. Everyone reminds them that it’s just for a few minutes, sheesh! 

Also, even if Eggman finishes as something like the seventh place in a race, Julian is still so enthusiastically proud of him. He says stuff like “they might have won the trophy but they can’t win my heart like you have” and everyone nearby sighs sjgjsngkksmhd

Sometimes a plan calls for them to be apart for longer and Julian hates it but never complains or tries to stop Eggman from what he needs to do. He keeps one of his coats and the plushie that Eggman gave him of himself close while he’s away. The worst part is that Julian has to go back to merely imagining them together, just like the years before they finally got to meet. But as soon as they’re back together again they make up for it. 

Eggman has no experience with attempting to comfort another and he also has difficulty empathizing but he doesn’t need to try. Julian appreciates his presence and the sound of his soothing voice alone, that’s all he needs. When he focuses on him as they talk about something else instead, all of his worries start to fade away and he feels calm.

Julian often sits and traces his fingers on Eggman’s palms and he holds and kisses his hands when his gloves are off. He’ll kiss them in greeting or just when they’re relaxing together. He loves those big bear paws, they’re what makes his touch so warm and comforting.

Eggman’s eyes are one of the most captivating things to Julian because they used to be such a mystery before he saw them and the light shade of blue is one of his absolute favorite colors! Much like Julian, Eggman can barely see at all when he doesn’t have his glasses on but he’ll still take them off often just so Julian can admire them some more.

Eggman knows how much Julian enjoys seeing him shirtless so he purposefully wears less around him and then teases him about his obvious reaction when he gets worked up. In public, he’d go shirtless or in an open shirt like Gus from Crazy Taxi just to fluster him lol and if it’s at home then he’ll just wear his nightgown and nothing else (or nothing at all but y'know 👀) because it’s also really comfortable that way.

Eggman knows that Julian can’t handle being teased but because he’s a meanie so he does. He smirks as he watches Julian become desperate for him to listen and understand his desires. Even though it’s already obvious how much he wants him, he pretends that he’s ‘not convinced’ to get him to further prove it. If he does it for too long Julian will get revenge with a tickle attack heheh

They mess around with each other a lot, Eggman always ruffles up the fur on the wolf’s head, messing it up right after it’s been brushed. Julian tricks Eggman by getting his attention and then boops his nose or squishes his cheeks when he’s least expecting it. Things like that usually lead to them getting each other back with a tickle fight. After that Eggman will stroke him being the most gentle he can be to smooth his fur back down and he loves it. 💜

They don’t go on traditional fancy dates because Eggman could think of far better things to spend his money on. They prefer to have fun at his casinos and theme parks where they play games and enjoy the nightlife, or go to Eggman’s various bases so he can show off his latest projects and Julian can admire it all!

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunter’s Short Story #14 part 2.

Mark Blackthorn had heard many stories from Magnus and Alec about how difficult it was to parent a toddler, to get them to do the smallest task. He had always thought they were being over dramatic, Tavvy was a fairly complaint child and whenever he looked after Max and Rafe they were good for him too, he thought being a parent would be easy, all fun and games, he knew Julian had a lot of trouble raising his siblings but he was only 12 when he took it upon himself to care for them, Mark was 23 when he became a father, so he had no worries about the difficulties of parenthood, he had thought it would be easy and fun, he had never been so wrong. 

2 years ago he, Kieran and Cristina welcomed their first daughter, Elena Maria Blackthorn-Kingson and she was the light of Mark’s life, she looked just like Cristina and was the sweetest little thing he had ever encountered. When she was a baby, shortly after she was first born, Mark would often sit skin to skin with her, she was so tiny she could fit inside his shirt, he couldn’t believe it. Kieran loved having skin to skin with her too, it was something often done in Faerie and it made him feel very close to his daughter. And of course Cristina missed nothing more than being able to snuggle her daughter on her chest, she remembered so fondly those early days in the Institute Infirmary where she would open her gown at the top and lay Elena on her chest, and snuggle with her for hours on end, she would give anything just to feel that one more time. 

Though Elena was the sweetest little girl in the world, she was also very stubborn and didn’t like being told what to do. Currently it was drawing close to six o’clock in the evening, almost Elena’s bedtime, Cristina had gone out for a while with Emma, and Kieran and Mark were trying to persuade their daughter to get into her pajamas and brush her teeth, but Elena was having none of it, she wanted to stay up and play with her Uncle Ty and Aunt Drusilla and she also wanted to wait for her mama to come back and read her a story. 

“Where do you suppose she’s got off to now?” Mark asks Kieran in a disparing tone, moments after Elena wriggled from his grip and bolted down the corridor.

“Perhaps our room, to see if Cristina is back.” Kieran calmly says. Elena certainly had a wild side to her, she would do well in Faerie, not that he ever intended to let her go there alone, if at all. 

“I’ll check our room, can you check with Ty and Dru?” Mark asks, running a hand through his already messed up hair. 

“Of course love, don’t worry, she can’t have gone far.” Kieran says in a reassuring tone. It was tempting to have Magnus put a tracking spell on Elena so they would always know where she was, but it felt a bit inhumane, as if she were a dog and not a little girl. 

Five minutes later Kieran finds Elena in the library with Helen, who was trying to get a firm grip on her to take her to Mark and Kieran. 

“Elena Maria Blackthorn-Kingson.” Kieran says in a firm tone, making his way down the steps to the library. Upon hearing her father’s voice, Elena froze, knowing that her parents never used her full name unless she was in trouble. 

“Daddy?” Elena innocently asks. Kieran lowers himself to Elena’s level and firmly says 

“You know you cannot run away like that, your poor papa is very worried about you and very upset that you’re misbehaving, I know you want mama to put you to bed but she had to go out with Aunty Emma for a while, if you’re still awake when mama comes home she will come read you a story, but you have to at least get ready for bed now, alright?” 

“But I not tired daddy.” Elena quietly says.

“I think you are, otherwise you wouldn’t have almost fallen asleep during dinner.” Kieran replies. Elena was exhausted, there was no denying it, she was practically asleep on her feet as it was. 

“Want mama” Elena says in a solemn tone. Kieran prayed his wife would be home soon.

“I know my love but mama isn’t home yet and might not be for another few hours, papa and I will stay with you until you fall asleep, will that make you feel better?” Kieran gently asks. Elena takes a moment to think before nodding her head and saying

“But want Aunty Helen to read me story first!” Kieran looks up at his sister-in-law and trying not to sound pleading he asks

“Would you mind?” Helen smiles softly at him and says

“Of course not, I’d love to read my sweet niece a story, come here Elena.” Helen holds her arms out to the little girl. Helen longed for the day she would have a child of her own, she and Aline were trying to have a family but it was proving impossible, they had chosen the route of adoption but they were having no luck at all. 

Elena launches herself at her aunt and clings to her tightly. 

Within the next hour, Elena is tucked up in bed between Kieran and Mark, her little chest raising and falling steadily, her dark curls mussed but still like a halo around her head, her arms wrapped tightly around her favorite teddy that once belonged to Ty, but he then gave it to her when she was born.

As Kieran and Mark gaze lovingly down at their daughter, they hear the bedroom door creak open and Cristina quietly makes her way into the room. 

“How was she?” Cristina asks, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Kieran, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Stubborn as usual but we got there in the end.” Kieran says. “She wasn’t the only one who missed you though.” He softly says, bending to kiss Cristina softly. 

“If that’s the way things are going to go I think we should get back to our own room.” Mark lightly says, causing Cristina to blush and pull back from her kiss with Kieran. 

When they get back to their room and settled into bed, Kieran starts kissing Cristina again,  while Mark kisses his way down her neck. She knew she should tell them to stop for a minute, that she had something important to tell them, but she couldn’t make herself, especially when Kieran slid his hand up her shirt, cupping her bare breasts. Both boys were already shirtless, though Cristina did not remember them taking their shirts off, and it wasn’t long before she was without a shirt too. 

It was as she felt Mark place his lips over her nipple and felt Kieran unbutton her jeans, that she knew she had to stop, for now at least.

“Wait, wait, stop a minute.” Cristina firmly says, trying to regain her breath.

“Is everything alright?” Mark asks in a concerned tone.  

“We will absolutely stop if you want us to, but we thought you wanted to try for another baby.” Kieran softly says, brushing Cristina’s hair back. 

“I-I did, I do, but... well we don’t need to anymore.” Cristina says in a soft tone.  “What do you mean?” Mark asks in a tone of confusion. 

“We don’t need to try for a baby because I’m already pregnant.” Cristina says in a joyful tone. She had told Kieran and Mark she was going out with Emma for a while that evening, but she didn’t tell them where they were going, The Silent City, where Cristina’s pregnancy was confirmed. 

“You are? Really?” Kieran asks in a tone of awe. Cristina wipes at her tears of joy and nods her head. 

“Yes, yes I am, the baby is due just before your birthday, Mark.” Cristina softly says. Mark’s face breaks out in a wide grin and he says 

“Well that is the best birthday present I could ask for.” 

Kieran tentatively places his hand on Cristina's bear stomach, remembering how he had done the exact same thing when she was pregnant with Elena, remembering how beautiful she looked carrying his child, remembering feeling Elena kick and squirm inside her, her little foot pushing against his palm, he couldn’t wait to feel this baby, he couldn’t wait to meet them, he was no where near as anxious as he had been when Cristina was pregnant with Elena. 

“There’s nothing I love more than seeing you carry my child.” Kieran softly says, lowering his head to her stomach and kissing the spot right where their baby was growing. 

They agreed to wait a few months to tell Elena and the others, in case anything happened. At 11 weeks they thought they had been right to keep it a secret, as Cristina had started bleeding heavily, and she, Mark and Kieran were convinced it was the end of the pregnancy. They rushed to The Silent City, where Kieran was granted entrance due to the fact it could be his child Cristina was carrying. Thankfully after some brief examinations, Brother Enoch told them their child was fine and Cristina had simply experienced some bleeding around the placenta which does not harm the child, and mends itself but can be very frightening.  

They waited another few weeks after this to tell Elena and their friends and family. Thankfully by the time Cristina entered her second trimester, the bleeding had stopped completely and everything with her and the baby was healthy as could be. 

When Elena found out she was going to be a big sister, she was absolutely overjoyed, she wanted the baby to be here right away and didn’t understand why the baby couldn’t come out right this second, but after some quick explanations from Aline, she calmed down and started counting down the days till her sibling was born.

Everyone in their family was overjoyed for them. Emma and Julian were Elena’s godparents, so this time around they asked Helen and Ty, who were both more than happy to accept the offer. 

Just like when Cristina was pregnant with Elena, they decided not to find out the sex of the baby but chose one girls name and one boys name. If it were a boy they would name him Eduardo Antonio Blackthorn-Kingson and if it was a girl they would name her Arianna Alexa Blackthorn-Kingson. 

Cristina was now currently 8 months pregnant, 3 weeks from her due date. She was beginning to tire of being pregnant and just wanted her baby to be born. As when Elena was born, Tessa would deliver this baby and Kieran and Mark would be with Cristina the whole time, while Helen and Aline kept an eye on Elena. 

Cristina was currently sitting in on a Downworlder-Shadowhunter Alliance meeting with Magnus, Alec, Maia and Lily. Normally she loved these meetings, but today she really wasn’t feeling well, her stomach ached as did her back and she felt as if the baby were kicking so hard their hand would end up punching through her. 

“Are you alright Cristina? You look really pale.” Alec asks in a concerned tone, noticing how quiet Cristina has been today and how much she’s been holding her back and stomach. He hadn’t been around very many pregnant women but he had been with Tessa when she went into labor with her daughter that was now 4, she had been just like Cristina, pale and quiet, and holding her stomach and back. Tessa’s waters had broken all over his feet and though of course he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t hoping for a repeat experience anytime soon, and it had put both he and Magnus off having any future children by surrogacy. 

“Oh, yes, baby is just kicking up a fuss as usual.” Cristina calmly says, even though she was in a great deal of pain. 

“I am so glad I can never get pregnant.” Lily quietly says, she had tried desperately to hide the look of horror on her face when she first saw Cristina and her huge, swollen stomach, it looked like a nightmare to her, something growing inside you, living off you for months, she had never wanted children before and she certainly didn’t now. 

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be for sure, but it is worth it in the end.” Cristina softly says, cradling her swollen belly, wincing as a strong pain hit her. 

Half an hour later, just as the meeting was wrapping up, Cristina was feeling a lot worse, she needed to go lie down for a while, this whole being pregnant business was not fun. 

“Cristina, can I talk to you for a moment?” Magnus asks, beckoning her to his side. She really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, but she knew Magnus wouldn’t be wasting her time. Just as she arrives at Magnus’ side and is about to ask him what he wants to talk about, she feels a popping sensation in her lower abdomen and there’s a gush of water from between her legs, soaking the rug and Magnus’ very expensive  looking shoes. Magnus couldn’t help but gasp in horror and Lily didn’t know whether to be sick or laugh herself silly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Cristina exclaims. 

“It’s alright, I was looking for an excuse to buy a new pair anyway.” Magnus says in a light-hearted tone, though he was secretly devastated, these were his favorite shoes and now they were destroyed with amniotic fluid, he wasn’t very impressed with Baby Blackthorn-Kingson, he would be having firm words with them once they’re born.

Lily and Maia helped Cristina up to the infirmary while Alec contacted Tessa and told Mark and Kieran that their wife was in labor. 

Tessa barely got there on time, by the time she did arrive, Cristina was fully dilated and the baby’s head was visible. It was a quick and smooth delivery and before Cristina knew it she was listening to her baby crying. 

“Tessa, is it a boy or a girl?” Mark excitedly asks, clutching Cristina’s hand tightly. Tessa smiles brightly up at all three of them as she wraps the baby up. 

“You have another beautiful little girl.” She softly says, handing the baby to her mother.

“Oh Arianna, Ari, sweet girl I love you so much.” Cristina softly says, kissing her daughter’s head covered in white blonde hair, just like Mark’s. She was the image of Mark, with his hair, eyes shape, mouth shape and nose with just Cristina's pallor and bone structure. 

“By the angel, she’s perfect.” Mark softly says, stroking his daughter’s little locks of blonde hair. 

“Elena is going to adore her.” Kieran quietly says, grinning widely, as Ari reaches a little hand out of her blankets and grabs his finger. 

Elena did in fact adore her baby sister, she loved snuggling her and helping to change her and playing with her. 

“Mama was I this small too?” Elena curiously asks Cristina, looking at her sister snuggled inside her mother’s gown, resting on her chest.It had now been 2 days since Arianna was born and Elena didn’t want to leave her side.

“Yes baby you were, I use to snuggle with you inside my gown too, and your daddy and papa would snuggle with you like this too.” Cristina softly says. She had never felt so happy, here she was with her two wonderful husbands and her two amazing, beautiful daughters, she felt like she was in heaven.

Later that night while Cristina takes a shower before joining her husbands in bed, Mark and Kieran place Arianna on a pillow between them and Elena crawls up and lies beside her sister, facing Mark, who was propped up on his elbow, gazing at his daughter’s adoringly. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have these two beautiful little girls along with Cristina and Kieran, he could not possibly be happier.

“Why you so smiley papa?” Elena asks, looking up at her father with questioning eyes, one brown and one silver. She didn’t think she’d ever seen her papa so happy nor her daddy, and she loved it. 

“I’m just so happy to have you girls and your mama and daddy, what did I do to deserve you?” Mark softly asks, brushing Elena’s hair back from her face.

“I ask myself the same thing every day.” Kieran quietly says, gently stroking Ari’s blonde curls. 

“Daddy, papa, am I ever gonna have a brother?” Elena curiously asks.  “We don’t know baby, don’t you like having a sister?” Mark asks. Elena nods and says 

“Love Ari but want brother too.” Mark, Kieran and Cristina certainly wanted more children, after Elena was born they agreed they’d like to have more children, they hadn’t settled on any number or anything, if The Angel only blessed them with Elena then they would be happy, but they would be delighted to welcome more children into their family and the same stood now Ari was here. 

“Well we don’t know about a brother but we certainly hope you’ll be getting more siblings in the future.” Kieran says, placing a kiss on Elena’s cheek, causing her to giggle and squirm. 

“Silly daddy.” Elena giggles, snuggling up to her sister. 

“Look at my two girls, you’re such a wonderful big sister already, Elena.” Cristina says in a fond tone, coming into the room, fresh from her shower, settling herself in beside her youngest daughter, her back to Kieran. 

“Mama, daddy, papa, I sleep in here tonight? Please?” Elena begs, batting her eyelashes at her parents. It would be nice to spend the night with both their daughters, especially since Ari would need a lot of attention from them the next while, and Elena wouldn’t be getting as much attention as she had before her sister was born. 

“I think that’s a lovely idea baby, I’ll put your sister in her bassinet and then it’s time to sleep, alright?” Mark says in a loving tone, sitting up and gently scooping Ari into his arms.  

Only a few minutes later, Arianna was sound asleep in her bassinet and her parents and sister weren’t long after her, curled up together for the first time as a family. 

[desafrey]

you are the prettiest peach i ever did see. - mooonstoned

there’s hundreds of people here today. most of them have brought their lovers, their partners, their friends, to enjoy the festivities of the day. she’s not quite sure where julian has gotten off too. little mary and lydia had found something that absolutely fascinated them, and he had told her he was going to entertain them. desdemona is having fun, she thinks. it’s been a while since she’s attended a fair, a festival, something of an event meant to entertain one. they were quite popular even in her youth, though she never really got to attend those. and obviously, there’s quite a difference in the type of entertainment now. parlor games, usually rigged against the participants.

but she’s having fun simply being at their sides. or at least she was before they both left her. there’s a slight shuffling of one of her heels against dirt and grass, and she realizes she’s very lucky that her heel doesn’t sink into the dirt below it. smile is faint, and she stands for a moment, awkwardly. apollo had split from both their sides pretty early on, and desdemona knows she is not privy to know their constant movements. despite how her paranoia eats at her. her hands are idly dusting none existent dirt from her dress. despite having shown up with both apollo and julian, she’s been left alone to her own devices.

as seconds turn into minutes, hazel hues begin to peer around. standing there, desdemona feels like a ditched prom date, almost. people are holding hands as they walk past her, laughing, and smiling, and there’s an almost instant string of jealousy. she’s not so impatient that she can’t be left alone for ten minutes on her own, is she ? yes she is. desdemona godfrey does not get ditched. because that jealousy and envy stings regardless, frown imminent on her lips. one of her hands is moving to grasp at the fabric of her dress, lightly lifting it from the ground. as soon as desdemona moves to take a step to go find them herself, there’s the sound of apollo’s voice from behind her. head turns, brown curls falling over the edge of her shoulder. she almost cannot even see him behind the large stuffed bear in his arms. it’s one desdemona had seen early on in the fair and wondered how anyone was supposed to beat their silly rigged games for something so large ? but it was the biggest one, and desdemona had wanted it. rather childish of her, if she had to admit. and apollo’s been back there this entire time, simply to get it. frown vanishes in a near instant, bright smile on lipstick painted lips.

‘ you are the prettiest peach i ever did see -’ there’s a faint flush to her cheeks with her smile. how utterly charming. there’s something about the fact that apollo and julian’s charm differs so much between the two. and the fact that desdemona has someone managed to be caught between the two of them. his words are a flirtation, words are something he and her have been throwing back and forth for years, but no action between the two of them. apollo’s eyes are searching over her, looking at the bright smile of her’s. ‘ so – if the lady wants the giant teddy bear, that’s what the lady gets. ’ desdemona’s taking careful steps towards him, careful of her heels sinking into dirt. a hand is moving to gently press down the head of the teddy bear to look at him. her eyes are almost bearing into him, and that smile, the flush of her cheeks hasn’t left. it's rare to see such unfiltered ( unmasked ) emotion from both her and julian, apollo thinks.

‘ so, i’m a peach, and a lady ? ’ it’s a tease of his words, though desdemona has a half mind to tell him that she has not been a lady in several hundreds of years. apollo’s not quick with words, with banter the way she and julian are. and when he looks like he’s trying to search for a response, desdemona shakes her head softly. ‘ relax, love. i’m teasing. ’ lips press to the side of his cheek, sure to leave lipstick behind, delightfully on purpose. apollo tries not to light up like a christmas bulb really. ‘ thank you. i can’t believe you’ve been playing their silly little games simply because i wanted - ’ her hand is idly messing with the ribbon of a bow around the teddy bear’s neck. her eyes drop down for a moment, but smile doesn’t leave her. ‘ should we go find out where my husband has run off with my children ? if we stand here too long i may ask you to win me another teddy bear. ’

this time he doesn't hesitate for words. ' i'd win em all if it would make ya keep that smile on ya face. '

@mooonstoned

[textsfromstarfleet]

Your thoughts on Julian Bashir?

Send me a character & I’ll answer the following about them!

FIRST off he’s trans so jot that down. I also have a lot of??? Feelings??? about this character??? See below (under the cut bc... it’s a lot

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them ALL AT THE SAME TIME | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw (duh)| hufflepuffbest quality: his TEDDY BEARworst quality: uhhhhh combined mommy and daddy issuesship them with: scaley boi garakbrotp them with: Dax(Daxes? Daxi?)needs to stay away from: parentsmisc. thoughts: *cracks knuckles* ok here we go

First off, his whole “I was bullied as a kid” thing is good representation in the sense that it shows kids that things can get better BUT I have a few issues with the genetic modification thing which break down into A) showing kids with learning disabilities that the only way to get “better” or go anywhere in life is through impossible futuristic genetic modification sucks and B) the implications that his parents would rather let aliens experiment on him than just... accept the fact that their kid was different (not worse) and wouldn’t live up to their expectations is messed.

Also, we see La Forge with an adaptive eye-wear piece, which shows that people with “disabilities” in the future can be accommodated without “fixing” shit. That being said, I’m of a split mind about that sort of thing. Yes, Bashir suffered, but did he suffer because he was “slow” or did he suffer because of other people’s expectations of him? Had his parents not expected more of him than he could give would he still have had a problem with being different from his peers? He apparently knew he was different but was that only because he was aware of the disappointment of his parents? Would he have made the same choice for himself as his parents had done?

That’s really what I have an issue with. His parents choosing the gene therapy FOR him and then... hiding it? Why? So he wouldn’t feel different? Too late for that. (Also: the whole “do we fix them/there’s nothing wrong with them” debate about disabled people is forever an issue. Like how some deaf people are against anyone getting cochlear implants, or possible gene therapy to prevent a child from being born deaf, while others argue that gene therapy fixing disabilities will improve the standard of living, while still others ask “where’s the line/what if we start eradicating gay babies or black babies or *insert minority trait here* babies because of people’s prejudices” and like... cue anxiety.

There’s also the fact that it’s a bit... stereotypical(?) to have Indian (Arabic) parents with ridiculously high expectations of their kid who then chooses to be a doctor rather than a tennis player. And the fact that he turns out to be a bit of a prat? Like I can’t decide whether I like him or want to punch him in the face.

Ok. I’m done. 

[winterflash-2019]

Barry Allen x Reader : Safe

A/n- In this story I decided to change just a couple of things. This was a dream I had and I decided to put it to writing because it seemed like a good story let me know what you think.

You were the youngest of the West family. You loved your family dearly although Wally teases you the most since he’s the oldest. You were closest to Iris but as the both of you got older she became distant and started hanging out with Barry Allen.

Oh you always had a crush on Bartholomew Allen ever since he started living with you but he didn’t talk to you much it was always Iris so you hung out with Wally and his friends until he decided to go off to college leaving you to be a third wheel with Barry and Iris.

Now fast forward you are 20 yrs old in Star Labs still single as ever you were jealous of Iris considering she was engaged to Barry but you hid it well.

Currently everyone was on edge since today is the day that Iris dies but you just knew she wasn’t going to die since you had a trick up your sleeve that you of course kept to yourself.

You sigh as you look at Barry and Iris saying goodbye to each other. Joe and Wally was taking her to earth 2 and of course Barry didn’t know or else Savitar would come after her.

You got up and walked over to the couple while pulling down your tight knee length olive green skirt and smiled at the two.

“Hey Barry is it okay if I can talk to my sis for a sec” You ask while clasping your hands together and he just nods and walks away

“Y/n what’s on your mind” Iris crosses her arms and tilts her head

“I just want to let you know that you are not going to die”

Iris rolls her eyes and bites her lip"y/n this isn’t a fairytale you can’t escape death"

You sigh and grab her hand pulling her with you as you go to sit down. “Look you’re my sister and I love you but trust me on this okay you’re not going to die Barry will save you” you squint your eyes a little firm tone present in your voice and Iris licks her lips.

“And how do you know that are you a meta that can see the future” Iris jokes and you laugh a little

“Nope but remember when we were little and when we wanted something we were so determined to get it”

“Yeah how could I forget ..we always found crazy ways to get what we want” Iris smiles at the memory and you smirk

“Well that’s exactly how I feel right now I want you to live Iris you deserve your happy ending with Barry” you say quietly as you hold back the tears. You loved your sister more than anything in world she was Iris she always stood up for you in middle school when you got bullied or she would take the blame for you when you would stay out later than what you were supposed too even with your crush on Barry you weren’t going to stand in the way of her love life she deserves happiness.

Iris smiles and hugs you and you hug her back tighter. This was your version of saying goodbye to your sister now its time to figure out a way to say goodbye to Wally and Joe.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Iris”

Soon a cough was heard and you looked up to see Wally and Joe looking back at you and Iris

“You ready baby girl” Joe ask and Iris nods her head and pats your shoulder and you bite your lip

“Dad wait” you rub your hands against your skirt as you take a deep breath and walk up to Wally and kiss his cheek and hug Joe and he hugs you back

“Y/n what’s going on” he asks clearly confused

“I just love you guys so much” you say quietly and they all smile at you

“We love you too baby girl stay safe” Joe says and rubs your head and walks away and you sigh and make your way to Cisco

“Hey y/n can I take a picture of you so it can go in my scrapbook” He ask while chewing on a twizzler

You furrow your eyebrows “you…have a scrapbook Cisco?” Oh this was gold to you and he could tell by the way you snorted and cracked a grin at him

“Yes” he mumbles and you put a hand on his shoulder

“Well come on Mr. Photographer take my picture” you say excitedly and he pushes you in a desk chair and you roll backwards slightly and laugh

“Oops sorry” Cisco laughs and pulls you back and you cross your legs and tilt you head a little and smile and Cisco snaps the picture

“Wow y/n you’re really photogenic” Cisco says as he stares at his camera in awe.

“Well my last name is West we are the best” you crack a smile at him and Cisco high fives you

“Damn girl you put that together perfectly” He says and you giggle

“Oh hi friends what ya up too” H.R bounces in the room and throws an arm around you

“I was just about to help Barry escape A.R.G.U.S”

Suddenly a gust of wind blew papers in your face and you see Barry in front of you.

“We did it guys we got the stone…um hey where’s Iris” his voice cracks and you raise an eyebrow but before you tell him that you can’t say, H.R tells him earth 2 and Barry turns around and your eyes widen

“Not Barry” you whisper and Savitar speeds off and you race to the mic

“Barry Savitar knows where Iris is she’s on earth 2 hurry” you say frantically and he doesn’t respond

“Um y/n I’m so sorry” H.R twirls his drum sticks and you look at him you can’t stay mad at him forever he’s just a big teddy bear

“It’s okay H.R really” you say quietly and walk around the desk but a gust of wind stops you and you see Joe holding up Wally and Barry starts pacing around the room.

“Oh my god Wally” you run up to him when you see his broken leg.

“I’m fine y/n” he winces as you throw your arm around him so he could lean on you for support

“You’re not fine” at this point distress was clear in your voice and you walk him to the med bay where Julian starts tending to his leg and you run back in the cortex

“Barry” you call out to him as he paces but he never answers you

“Barry-

“WHAT” he yells and you flinch and Joe puts a hand on your shoulder

“Barry calm down” Joe runs a hand down his face, fartherly tone in his voice

“We need to come up with a plan and fast” you say and take a deep breath

- Timeskip a good 2 hours later-

You were on a building with h.r , Joe and Wally.

You see Iris off to the side on the ground and you run up to her, ignoring the protest from Wally and Joe but you felt like you were slowing down so you take off your heels as you ran and eventually made it to Iris.

“Iris come on” you say out of breath and grab her arm

“Y/n what are you doing” her eyes wide as she sees you

“Just run Iris RUN” you yell and she runs to Joe and Wally speeds them away and comes back for H.R

You turn around watching Barry try and shoot Savitar but it was no use Savitar was to fast until you saw that Barry caught him off guard and the gun was working until a blast was heard and the gun stopped working and your chest tightened…Savitar had the philosophers Stone.

You take a deep breath and grab the transmogrifier Barry had earlier on his mission to get the stone with Snart and push the button, transforming into Iris.

You felt your feet come off the ground and you see Barry in front of you with his arms out and you felt your eyes water. Soon you felt the blade pierce through you and everything was black.

Barry’s eyes widen as he saw Iris face glitch and transforms into you and he catches you.

With disbelief on his face he shakes your limp body and the tears form. “Y/n no no no no wha-” he sobs and you cough and open your eyes and rubs his face.

“B-Barr tell my family I-I love them okay” you struggle to say as you cough up blood, soon you felt your eyelids get heavy and your breathing slow down… your life was slipping away.

“Y/n hey hang in there” Barry sobs but your hand falls limp at your side as you take your last breath.

-

“What’s going on they should be back here by now” Iris says while leaning on a desk and Joe puts an arm on her shoulder

“They’ll be here soon baby girl don’t worry”

A gust of wind blows through he lab and Joe and Wally turns around to see your limp body in Barry’s arms and Iris gasps and Joe runs to Barry and grabs your body and fall to the ground, cradling you.

Wally yells and runs to Joe’s side and his eyes widen and a grim look takes over his face as shock ripple through him.

“B-Barry"Iris sobs and runs in Barry’s arms

Joe has tears rolling down his face as he tries to hold your head up but it just falls back, revealing the blood down your neck.

"My baby girl” Joe whispers and holds your hand as he puts his head down.

Cisco cries and cries as he sat next to Wally on the floor and so does Julian and h.r

Barry and Iris sit on the other side of Joe basically forming a circle. Everyone stares at your limp body and closed eyes it was silent the only thing that could be heard was sniffles.

-

1 week later

Joe was at home on the couch rewatching your video from the funeral it was currently on the picture of you Cisco took the day you died and he felt the tears start to form all over again. He felt the spot on the couch sink next to him and he sees you and he freezes.

“Daddy” you whisper

“Y/n is it really you”

You nod your head and he hugs you as the tears slid down his face

“I missed you so much how are you here”

“Well since I’m only 20 years old I don’t get to pass on to heaven yet so I decided to visit everyone …I visited Iris she’s mad at me and Wally oh poor Wally he’s not doing well but I talked to him the only person I haven’t talked to is Barry” you say quietly and Joe went silent

“Daddy…are you okay” you whisper and Joe looks at you and for a second he saw your 5 yr old self.

“I just really wished you would’ve kept breathing…you always had trouble breathing baby even when you were little…I would sit next to your crib all night and watch you just making sure you kept breathing and to know that your not breathing now-” he cuts his self off as he cries again and you lean your head on his shoulder

“Don’t cry daddy I’m always with you in your heart” you whisper and you see a bright light with a door and Joe looks up and sees you stand up

“Y/n please …please don’t go” he sobs and you felt your eyes water

“It’s okay dad I love you” you say and press a hand on his chest and kiss him on the cheek

“Its okay” you whisper as you walk through the door and it disappears

“No y/n” Joe sobs

-

As you walk back to your grave stone you look up and see someone standing there and you just knew it was Barry ,speeding up your pace you stand next to him and look at his face and see tear streaks and bags under his eyes.

“Barr” you whisper and his eyes snap to you and he takes a step back from you

“Barry its okay”

“You left me"he whispers and he takes in your appearance. You were wearing the same short pale blue silky dress they buried you in the only difference is you were barefoot.

"Barry I couldn’t let Iris die”

“How are you here am I going insane” he questions his self and you lean on your grave stone

“You’re not going insane barr I’ll be here until I turn 21 that’s when I’m leaving”

Barry takes another step back from you and grits his teeth. “Get out of my head” he whispers

“Barry”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD” he yells and drops to his knees and you sit in front of him and kiss his forehead

“Barry open your eyes… its okay it me y/n” you grab both sides of his face and he opens his eyes and breaks down

“I’m so sorry y/n” he says and walks away

“Barry” you whisper as you disappear with the wind

- 5 yrs later

Ever since you visited everyone they had been visiting your grave the only ones that didn’t visit you was Barry and Iris.

Your birthday was 2 weeks ago and you were 25 and Barry finally decided to step up and visit you.

He sits Indian style and stares at your grave

Y/n Jessica West

Loving Friend and Daughter

Y/bday - May 23 2017

“A true hero is never afraid”

Barry reread the stone a hundred times before he cleared his throat

“Y/n I’m sorry I never visited you I was just so caught up in grief and blaming myself I just didn’t want to accept the fact that you were gone…I’ve realized that I truly love you with everything I have but now that you passed on I-I will never have the chance to hold you like I want…it was you I was in love with not Iris I was just blinded…I’m so sorry y/n” Barry whispers the last part and squeezes his eyes shut and you walk around your grave stone and sit Indian style in front of him with a tear streaked face.

You took in his appearance, his hair was longer his voice was deep and raspy and he looks like he haven’t went to sleep in days you can tell the years have not been kind to him.

“Barry” you whisper and he opens his eyes and looks into yours and took in your appearance, your black hair was longer and he could tell your body matured greatly as your silky dress was now mid thigh length.

“Y/n I thought you passed on when you turned 21” he says while hugging you and you burst into tears

“Barry I don’t know why I’m still here…am I going to hell” you sob

“No no don’t say that you’re not going to hell”

“Barr its been 5 yrs …why am I still roaming the land of the living”

“You may still have a chance at life y/n” Barry says excitedly

“I’m sorry barr but even if I did have a chance at life everyone knows I’m dead its not like someone is going to hire a dead girl barr I’ll be the town freak"you whisper and wipe a stray tear away.

"You can stay with me Y/n and not work a day in your life” he says dryly

“Barr please”

“No I’m going to help you” Barry says and kisses both your hands and runs to the exit of the cemetery and you smile as you disappear with the wind once again

1 month later

Joe came to visit you since Barry told him you were still roaming around. He wasn’t doing as bad as he was before he’s still upset over your death but he’s learning to deal with it.

He brought flowers to replace the dead ones at your gravestone

“Hi daddy” you say leaning forward on your elbows on the other side of the grave with a smile.

“Hi baby girl” he says and twirls you

“I love the flowers, how you been” you kiss his cheek and he hugs you

“I been fine I guess just wish you were here"he mumbles

"Oh dad I should be there pretty soon” you bite your lip hoping he gets what you’re trying to say

“Soon? What are you saying y/n?” He furrows his eyebrows

“Barry believes that the reason I’m still here is because I have another chance at life” you look at the ground and form a tight lipped smile

“That’s amazing sweetie” Joe says but then he notices your face. “Don’t you think so?”

“Honestly dad I don’t know I mean not to be so blunt about it but I’m dead you can’t just exactly come back from death” you look up in Joe’s eyes to see them filled with love

“Listen y/n at this point the impossible is possible so why not give it a shot” he shrugs his shoulders and nudges yours and you giggle

“7yrs ago I wouldn’t have believed you but now what the hell” you chuckle and Joe laughs and pats your shoulder

“You remember when you were little and Iris and Barry and Wally left you at the house we would have our little dance party ” he smiles

“Oh of course I loved those nights your favorite song we would dance to was-

"My girl by the temptations” you and Joe say at the same time and you giggle

“My girl , talking bout my girl” he sings and twirls you around

“My girl” you sing and giggle

“That’s my girl but now I gotta go duty calls I love you ” he hugs you

“I love you more"you kiss his cheek and watch him walk to the exit and you sit and stare at your grave stone

"Oh Barry I hope you’re right” you whisper

“Me too"you hear and you turn around to see Iris

"Oh Iris what…are you doing here” you look at her as she sits next to you

“Well I was going to tell you how angry you made me and how much hatred I had for you when you left and that I was supposed to protect you not the other way around but it’s been 5 yrs y/n and you’re my little sister…I love you so much” she looks at your grave stone and takes a deep breath and you look at the shiny ring on her left hand and bit your lip

“Wow you and Barry tied the knot huh” you whisper and Iris looks down at her ring

“Uhh no not really we’re just friends”

“What? What happened you two were literally inseparable"you look at her with a shocked expression

"Well he started pushing me away after you died and we became distant then we finally talked and he told me he loved you which I figured already but it was for the best…we agreed to stay friends” she gives a small smile and you bit the inside of your cheek, something you do when you’re trying not to smile

“It’s okay y/n I know you love him too go ahead and smile” she laughs at you and you giggle and put your head down

“So who’s the guy that I have to beat if he breaks your heart” you squint your eyes and she laughs little did she know you were dead serious. No pun intended

“His name is Eddie Thawne I don’t think you’ll have to beat him anytime soon though he’s amazing”

“So Iris Thawne” you nudge her shoulder

“So y/n West-Allen"she nudges your shoulder back and you both laugh

"That has a nice ring to it” she looks at you and you look at her and the both of you laugh again

“I missed you so much” Iris says as she looks at your gravestone and you felt tears streaming down your face and you hug her

“I missed you too Iris” you sob and you felt a hand on your shoulder and the both of you look up to see Wally.

“Hey sisters ” he whispers

“What is this a family reunion” you joke and Iris and Wally shrug and laugh

“I’m ready for you to come home sis” Wally says and messes up your hair

“Oh believe me dear brother I’m ready too it’s really boring just staying in the cemetery all day” you roll your eyes

“Well you won’t roam for long I promise you’re coming home”

“Hold that thought Wally West I know damn well that’s not a ring on your finger…oh my god who’s the lucky girl” you’re literally jumping up and down

“You remember Jessie” he looks at you and you punch his shoulder

“Oh shit Jessie West hell yeah how did Harry react” a grin broke out on your face

“He threatened to kill me if I break her heart”

“Well treat her right or I’ll kill you myself”

“At least you won’t roam the land of the living alone ” Wally pokes your nose and you all laugh. This was the best day ever

-

Pt 2 coming soon I was going to make this like a one shot but it’ll be super long and it’s already long enough so here ya go I hope you like it.

[xroguex1027]

Here ya go @riviro

Julian

How I feel about this carachter.

So here is a guy who makes jokes, improvs, swashbuckles, takes wounds and suffers them for himself. Loves animals. Dog person so I know he could handle someone as playful as me. Takes a wound from a wolf (my favorite animal.) Gets hurt and needs to be taken care of alot (I blame Disney for this mild kink) "why is it whenever we meet I always end up bleeding?" "You were my new dream." "Its some of grandmother willows bark it will help with pain" "I know I know all men are babies..." Need I go on? Not to mention super heroes.

Any way. And I'm tired of the fandom trying to change him.

He's Relateable. Not because of the depression or the angst or the kinks. He's like me because his dynamic with Asra is like my dynamic with my best friend. When I say that I mean that we are each our Maine's type of sense of humor. That being said I have some Asra qualities I think Julian would like, adventuring, creativity, a mellow side. But the thing I love most about besides his love of animals and story telling and swashbuckling and family and...the thing I love most about him is he is the most realistic bad ass I have seen in a while. He thinks he is so cool and everyone else is just like "you're such a dork." And A. Rogue is totally hot for spazzy bad ass nerd. B. Rogue is exactly that. An actual bad ass to every one in four people. But God his compassion, his wit, his willingness to go for it and to play along. I pray every day to find this in real life. Some times its a little too real and it aches.

All the people I ship romaticaly with this carachter.

Well Asra at some point. Sometimes just a tiny bit Nazalia (I think that's her name.) But oh man it's hard for me to accept any other ship than Rogue. I need this in my life right now. He is Litteraly everything I'm into. I had no idea that my interests were so common and the competition scares the he'll out of me.

My non romantic OTP.

Portia. Julian loves his little sister.

My unpopular opinion about this carachter.

He wouldn't cross dress unless it was for a play. Just because he is bisexual does not mean he is effeminate. I dont like how the fandom makes him into a girl or how the fandom ships him with Valdemar or over sexualises him. And I definitely don't like when they say is a mushy flirt. We all know he know he as awkward as he is ellegant. Like I always say a single rose type guy not a giant teddy bear type guy. I'm sure I have more than that but that is all for now.

One thing I wish would happen with this Carachter in cannon.

I wish you could nurse him back to health from the plague. I want a chapter where you take his temperature and help him eat soup and wrap him blankets and rub his tummy and massage his headache away and give him all the comfort he needs.

GIVE ME A CHARACTER;

[footballimagines]

N/A: I kind of used a little bit of my family history here, I mean I am the third generation meaning I can have twins, and I have this cousin she just had triplets, and there is another one, he had one son, then his wife got pregnant and she had twins, and then she got pregnant again, and it was twins again. So yeah, I kind of used that little bit of history to make this imagine. Hope you like it, thank you love for requesting it. Also the gifs are not mine, if they are yours I am sorry that I am using them without your permission I am sorry. The crackship is mine, the gifs are not. And thank you for reading and requesting it. Nº 45- “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

No More - Julian Brandt

Old people say that being parents of twins or triplets is amazing, is a way of God blessing you those little presents. But let's just say that you were not feeling blessed or anything like that, no, you were feeling a little pissed. You and your husband, yes you talked about having kids, on both of your mind you just wanted 2. But then, 5 years ago when you first got pregnant, those 2 babies you wanted, they were 3. 

At first you were okay, I mean in one pregnancy 3 babies, it was great you didn't had to get pregnant, and stop working again. Because, work had to stop for a very long time. Having triplets was not good because something could go wrong at any minute, and well it's proved that in a multiple baby pregnancy they come out sooner than the time they should be inside cooking. Instead of the 9 months of cooking inside you, they could come at 7 months, and being 3 meant that there was little space for them to grow up in a perfect way. But they did, they didn't however, stay the 9 months, they come out 1 month sooner. But they were healthy and perfect, they didn't needed to stay in the hospital longer than those 3 days. So you went home with 3 happy, perfect and healthy babies. 

Julian of course, was happy. 2 of those 3 babies were boys, meaning he could teach them how to play football, how to get girls (yeah like he could teach babies to be womanizers), he was happy that he had a big and happy family. He had 3 kids with you, the woman he loved more than anything. 

And now, 5 years later. First let's say he did teached one of your kids how to get a girl, since your son came home saying he got a girlfriend, and then the next day he had another, we were glad they were only children. And your other son, he kind of broke his father's heart when he said he didn't wanted to be a foward or a winger like his father, he said he wanted to be a goalkeeper, Julian of course didn't liked the idea and is still so far trying to change your son's mind. The little girl was pretty much the calmer one, she did made her father have tea parties with her, you know like those parties where teddy bears are her friends, there are cups, but they are empty cups for the fake tea, and where Julian had to wear a tiara along with your daughter. He did looked good wearing a very pink tiara.

But now, you were again pregnant, again you were hoping it was just one baby, just one more and then your family would be at 4 babies, it was a great number right? Wrong, it was not one baby, it was two. When the doctor told you, you were shocked, and Julian looked like he wanted to laugh really hard. He hold his laughter and said nothing, you left the doctors office not saying a word, and even on your way home the song was all it could be heard in the car.

When you got home, your in-laws were watching the 3 kids while you went to the appointment, when you got home you saw your brother-in-laws running after each kid. One of them was only wearing his underwear and running around the living room, the other was also running, and he was naked, while your little girl was sat on the couch watching her brothers looking like idiots. You could see little bits of cake on the coffee table. Well you did told Julian's brothers not to give the kids sugar, or else they would look like that. You let a long sigh walking inside the house with Julian behind you.

  - You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final. - you say looking at him - No more kids.   - A little help in here! -  you ear one of the boys shout at you and Julian.   - I told them not to give them cake. - you ear Julian's mother say from the kitchen.   - Yeah, no more kids. - Julian said walking towards his brother.

You were happy with that big family, but 2 more babies, it was too much. Let's just hope it would be girls, if one makes him have tea parties I don't know what would happen if there would be 3 little girls.

[thearcanaartificer]

Okay! These are not the next ones I had, but I crunched through this ask list faster. Here is the original post. I will be cutting off my post a bit because I will only be doing half here and half in another post.

Thank you to those that are reading this and enjoying it. If you ever want to chat, I love talking.

OC asks that reveal more than you think.

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

She has a few. She made a lot of stuffed animals when she was regaining a lot of her motor skills as a way to practice stitching and pattern making, though most she donated to the local orphanage for the children there and a few have been given to her pets. She likes making stylized bunnies, dogs, cats, birds, and teddy bears. Asra had to hide most of her old ones she had from their childhood- even the ones she had made him when he was ten.

Her most prized one is actually one that she found that Asra didn’t hide very well. A black bunny with mismatched button eyes. She calls it Pumpkin (Yes, she had just bitten into some of Sesali’s pumpkin bread when she named the thing). It’s not well put together and the type of stitching that was used is the wrong choice- like a surgeon had sewn it together like they would a laceration- and messy, but the thing is worn and obviously well loved. She felt attached to it from the first moment she discovered it.

She use to chew on its ears a lot when she was first recovering from her amnesia as a from of comfort. She’s stopped since then, but she takes the best care of it since its the only part of her past that she seems to be able to hold on to without headaches.

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Yes to all three! Though she is a bit of a scatterbrain when she’s in the middle of a big thought or job, she’s actually very good at taking care of things. Plants are easy enough, just water them and make sure they are maintained and make sure they get the right amount of sunlight. Boom. Done.

Pets, she has a multitude and some of them are exotic, so she has a few rescues scattered around Vesuvia to keep them properly cared for and has actually hired other Vopels to keep them for her. But she has at least five at home that are hers to care for and she takes very good care of them. Her dog is almost always by her side, her cat is intelligent enough to find her when he wants her company, and her familiar is a bird, so he comes and goes but she always has bones ready for him if he doesn’t want to have to scavenge.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

Big dumb, leggy bird of a man.

Okay, she knows he’s not dumb. He’s honestly one of the smartest men she knows- but he does dumb things when left unsupervised! So when she’s trying to describe him in a way that doesn’t give away the fact that he’s Julian Devorak- the wanted ‘murderer’ of the Count- she calls him that.

But if she’s asked to describe her love the right way? He’s a handsome man with the prettiest wild russet red curls of hair, strong nose, and a charismatic energy that will just pull you in. He wears mostly dark colors with at least one flashy bright one for dramatic flair and stands above the rest of the crowd with his height. He may be wearing his eye patch- no he doesn’t need it, its for the aesthetics, thankyouverymuch. He’s brilliant and kind and despite his towering, threatening looking frame, would rather cling tightly to her hand and draw courage from her presence. But he’s brave with or without her. He’s tender and altruistic and plays the part of being confident, but can get nervous and anxious if left alone in his head too long.

4. Do they look good in red?

She thinks she looks good in anything that isn’t predominately white or pastel. So red? Throw in some black or dark greys and yeah, she could work it.

She’d prefer orange though…

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Yes, she’d give you one. No, you don’t want her too. Hers are a bit complicated and unending and always to the wrong audience. One minute she’s giving some normal speech about whatever the occasion is and next, she’s trying to teach a bunch of drunks the nonlinear properties of the magic realms and how to navigate their way through time lapses, its like the folds of fabric with how they intermingle and touch from one time to another, and the different realms can be tricky based on their patterns and-hey Juli put me down! I’m trying to give a speech about- why are we leaving?!

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Old Glory, surprisingly. She’ll take most advice from other Vopel women and even Asra, but she’ll toss out a lot of their sillier ones- like don’t date Ilya (Asra’s). But anything Glory tells her tends to be very good advice (she’s never given her bum advice) and she’s far better with reading people than Odelia and so she’ll just default listen to her on a lot of topics.

She has a long list of who she won’t take advice from, but, to no one’s surprise, she’ll instantly tune out Valdemar’s advice. They rub her wrong and even if the advice is solid, she’ll ignore it because why would she ever want or take their advice?

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Smol chaotic neutral.

Controlled, chaotic exuberance.

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

The more complicated the puzzle, the more interested Odelia is. She has a deep love for whodunit novels because she loves a good mystery to piece together. Her mind loves puzzles of any sort. Magic and science both have the allure of being a puzzle, especially when she’s working on projects that require them to work in tandem (hence her unique brand of magical artificery). Asra use to bring her little puzzles to fidget with as she reclaimed the dexterity of her fingers and she’d just sit there playing with them- before she could even properly speak again- and figure out how solve them by herself.

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

She talks to them. A lot. Her plants are her babies and she’ll baby talk them. Her dolls have ‘personalities’ based on weird things they’ve done (like refused to stay in a particular spot so its persnickety about where its to sit or has fragile stitching so it’s an old lady stuffed toy). And books- she’ll talk to them about their condition or if they fall and land funny. A ‘there you are you sneaky thing’ to books that had eluded her.

But Odelia is a talker and it does help her focus on the here and now (rather than get lost in her thoughts) by talking out loud- even to inanimate objects.

10. What age do they most want to be right now?

The age she is now? She’s not one to daydream about her age or whatnot. She’s in her very early thirties and the world is her oyster. She’s fit and capable and her age is just an unimportant number to her. (especially since she doesn’t remember the previous years before ‘waking up’ anyhow.)

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Haha, she’s already well off, so hurray more money? She’ll just invest the money responsibly as she did the money she had prior to that.

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Oh she’s a sucker for a good romance. If she likes the two characters, she’s in their corner rooting for them. She likes the wittier ones that banter more than anything. But she does get annoyed by impractical drama. Excitement! Danger! Ah YES! ‘Oh no who do I pick? I’m stuck between two choices!’ Grow up and outright pick. Let the one you don’t choose have a chance to get over you and move on with their life and find happiness (or pick both of them if that is a possibility! Just pick!). Because nothing is worse to her than pulling on the heartstrings of someone you aren’t going to pick.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

She doesn’t remember her birthparents. They were never a part of her life. Her birthmother briefly, but, when her magic’s rare classification came to light, she was taken into the care of another to raise and train her in the ways of their magic style. But she has had parents in her life. The most current ‘parent figure’ she has (one she remembers) is Old Glory (a nickname she gave the older woman and uses regardless of if the woman is present or not. A bad habit.).

She taught her through her actions that kindness isn’t reflected out outer beauty. Though most think she looks scary, as gnarled and scarred as she is (has a very mean resting bitch face), her heart is kind and compassionate. She tends to children with the utmost of patience, though tolerates no blatant disrespect. She remembers the names of everyone she’s been introduced to and what was last told to her about their day or life. Volunteers her free time to visiting the less fortunate and charging them no fee for her services. Hard shell, ooey, gooey insides.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Oh she has guilty pleasures. A lot of the sweets she buys at Sesali’s bakery are guilty pleasures of her because she buys them by the dozens. Also mystery novels. She will re-read mystery novels she’s already read because she still likes the narrative and the build up to the big reveal. And theater. It’s fun, no matter how obvious the plot is sometimes.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Oddly enough, she finds sitting down to do her hair or having to apply make up or even more complicated outfits a waste of time. She’s very utilitarian in that regard. A ponytail will keep her hair out of her face so why spend hours learning how to do complicated braids simply because they look pretty?

Don’t be mistaken though. If Portia or Nadia or Julian want to do her hair or make up or dress her up- the time is no longer wasted. They enjoy doing those sorts of things and letting them enjoy themselves, despite how much she doesn’t understand why its enjoyable to them, means the time is well spent.

On her own though, nah. She’d rather do anything else- just throw on some clothes, toss her hair into a pony tail, and get going.

[zapiarty]

First Trials

Julian had been a father for two weeks and he’d only gotten roaring drunk once. Once was probably bad enough, but it was the only way he could cope with the realization he was a father to a six year old girl the day after she’d arrived. Sure, he’d had weeks to prepare for this, it should have sunk in long before then. But it hadn’t, and Jadzia had patted his back as he moaned about how he had no bloody idea what he was doing and why did anyone let him do this!?

Thankfully the hangover the next morning was fixed with his custom made cure and he could get on with the day. He still had no idea what he was doing, was for once in his life flying blind with no solid plan of what he was doing or how he should act. The only thing he knew was that he wasn’t going to act like his own father. It had only been two weeks and already Julian knew he’d never change anything about Mila, that he loved every bit of her. That was normal right? Jadzia told him that was normal.

She wasn’t completely comfortable yet, but Julian wouldn’t push her. They avoided names as much as they could, though Julian couldn’t resist using all those nicknames he’d heard other parents use for their kids. Mila still took a moment to realize that was her name, so he figured it would be easier that way.

They had awkward moments, moments where they both weren’t sure what they were supposed to do, but Julian pushed through that awkwardness like he did when he knew people were finding him annoying. At least Mila didn’t feel that way, she was always worried it was the other way around.

Julian often did not know what to do. But he instinctively knew what he wanted to do when Mila came home from class one day and looked close to tears. She didn’t bring any attention to her distress, trying to walk by him with her little school bag to her room as if nothing was wrong. Julian knew enough to not let that happen. “Sweetheart? Come here.”

He tried to avoid any statements that might be taken as orders, wanted always to give Mila the choice of what she was going to do if he could. But he really needed answers to this one, so he so softened it by keep his voice low and gentle. She only hesitated for a moment, but kept her head down until Julian slowly lifted it so he could look into her honey eyes. “What happened, why are you crying?”

Mila bit her lower lip, her tiny canines poking out and Julian couldn’t help but find it adorable. His momentary distraction ended when she mumbled something he was sure a normal human wouldn’t have heard. Despite the fact his blood had run cold, he forced himself to ask, “Repeat that, sweetie?”

Her eyes went downcast, and it shattered him all over again when he heard her repeat in a louder mumble that degenerated into full on crying, “Some of the kids called me spoonhead, and Lizard Face, and Professor O-O’Brien told them to stop, but as we left class one shoved me and-and, asked if I’d die if they put me in a freezer because I’m cold blooded.”

Julian was aghast, and trying very very hard to contain his fury lest Mila think it was directed at her. To his horror, she continued by sharing exactly what happened with the perfect memory of a Cardassian.

“Hey Spoonhead!”

Mila looked over at them, but didn’t say anything. She’d heard it before. The Bajoran boy a year older than her turned to his friend. “See! Told you there was one here now!” His voice rose as he turned back to her, “What’s the matter, spoonhead? Don’t like the cold?”

She hid her hands in the large fuzzy sleeves of the thick cardigan Julian had gotten her. Her shoulders crept up as she tried to withdraw into herself, not wanting to admit how cold it was on the station, how cold it had been all her life. “It’s only...a little cold.”

The boy shoved her harder, causing her to almost topple over and drop her bag. “What’s the matter? Don’t want to talk?” He sneered and looked back over his shoulder at his friend who had the same look on his face. “Told you - they’re all the same. Still think you’re something, little butcher? Why don’t you run back to Cardassia, then? Like all the rest of the butchers?”

“I didn’t hurt anyone.” Mila replied defiantly, reaching to grab her bag as she hoped they’d leave. They didn’t. But the boy’s eyes widened and his face turned a bit red, his body language told her he was getting flustered.

“Sure you haven’t. We know all about your sort - what’s Bajoran taste like, snakey?”

Mila glanced around them, so many people were staring, all of them with the same look she’d always seen on adults. Most adults. Right, she had Julian now, he was waiting at home, she’d be late. Garak said to never be late to anything, punctuality was important. While she wasn’t looking at them, that seemed to make the boy even more mad. “Hey- if we put you in a freezer would you die? Lizards do, right, if they get cold enough.”

This was too much, she had to get home, she had to leave, she saw Mrs. O’Brien turning the corner with a deep frown and a dark look on her face. Mila turned and ran. The boy’s voice followed her for a moment, “Then maybe a Bajoran will find out what you taste like, eh, butcher?”

Right after those words Mrs. O’Brien shouted something, but Mila was too far away by then, she couldn’t hear it anymore. Late. She was going to be late.

Julian pulled Mila close, wrapping her up as much as he could, her tears soaking into his uniform. He did his best to shush her soothingly, all the while wrestling with his pure outrage. He needed to call Keiko first, and then he’d be making a call to Odo. He wasn’t about to let this stand. In the meantime, he looked down at his little girl, “Sweetheart, would you like to meet a friend of mine?”

Mila looked up at him with her big honey eyes, glassy from her tears, and blinked in confusion. Julian smiled, “I think you’ll like him. His name’s Kukalaka, and he’s been my friend since before I was your age.” Still confused, she nodded, and Julian scooped her up and lifted her in his arms. She was heavier than an average human child her age would be, but thankfully his augmented strength compensated for that, and he wasn’t worried about her realizing just yet that he shouldn’t be able to do this.

Going to his room, he showed her his worn teddy bear, and the smile it caused her lessened his anger...just enough for now. Just enough to get through dinner and put her to bed before he decided to make sure this would never happen again.