#just explaining how I understand his views on this

[bones4thecats]

↳ Love in the Shadows of Parenthood III.

A Twisted Wonderland × Youth-Parent! Reader.

Chapters: Heartslabyul. Savanaclaw. Octavinelle (here). Scarabia. Pomefiore. Ignihyde. Diasomnia.

Characters Included: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, and Floyd Leech.

Prompt: "What if their S/O had a child before being with them?"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Teenage pregnancy (all), Toxic relationships, parental rights fighting, hinted abusive relationship (Azul), Hinted toxic relationship (Jade), Hinted toxic parenting, and relationship + parental abandonment (Floyd).

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🐙 Azul has seen teenage parents many times, since it was more likely for the mer-folk to become parents earlier than other species. So, when you held the young girl behind you and glared at the boys around stoically, he could see signs you were this girl's mother. 🐙 He felt the wish to make a deal with you when you first arrived, but he knew from experience with his own mother that being single with a child is hard. To make up for the 'lost customer', Azul merely assisted you. He planned on using it against you when older and you could let your daughter be more free.

🐙 It shocked him when he realized he liked you, finding it odd that he felt this for someone. But, after getting together, he began to really understand it when his mother said it's hard handling managing and parenthood. He only had her half the time! How was this child so difficult?! 🐙 Pearl, your daughter, was perfect around you, yet hard with Azul. He wondered why this was. So, when she was being looked after by Professor Trein so you and Azul could be out, he asked you what was up.

"She's difficult with me more often, especially after she called me 'Dada' a couple weeks ago." He said. "Why is that?"

You took a deep breath, hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly as you got flashes of everything from the past. From your first day knowing you were pregnant to the man you allowed this to happen with.

"Her biological father didn't exactly set the best image up for her..." You spoke, rubbing your arm with your main hand. Nerves were bunching up as you walked alongside your boyfriend.

Cocking an eyebrow, Azul hummed. A non-worded way to allow you to either continue explaining or stop, something he only used with you.

"Pearl's father wasn't great. He had issues with his emotions mainly. He'd get upset from the most minor things; from a cup being slightly off from its place to Pearl's outfit being slightly wrinkly. It was... hard to let her grow up with him around.

"I filed a restraining order and gained full custody of her. Haven't seen him since, but I know that he's made a stamp on her view of a father figure; angry."

Azul's eyes shifted to yours. They were shadowed, and it upset him.

Gripping your hand softly, he ran his fingers against your knuckles in wordless comfort. "But you..." You added. "You are just what she needs. I love you, 'Zulie."

"...I love you too, Pebble."

🍄 Jade's family has been around single parents many times. From business deals to members inside of the organization they ran, the calmer twin had seen many single parents. Though, they wouldn't consider it to not be a slight shock. 🍄 So, when you came to Twisted Wonderland with a young boy behind you, he suspected you to his parent. He could see similarities in physical features that allowed him to suspect the possibility; specifically hair and eye colors. 🍄 Unlike what many would believe, your son, Calder, found interest in the eel-mer before you did. He would watch the older male from your arms and wave anytime he'd catch his eyes. Whenever the man came near you, you'd be courteous while Calder would shamelessly eye him and speak whatever came to his mind. 🍄 Such bluntness was entertaining for Jade to watch. And when you got together, he would effortlessly use his new 'step-son' to get some unsuspecting victim involved in a deal. His boy repeated what the older one said, wishing to be just like him. 🍄 You were happy he was admiring someone other than you. Thankful it was Jade and not someone like Floyd, because of his or your ex, who was known in your world for his effortless dishonesty. Jade may be slippery underneath his pristine skin, but he was honest.

It was months since you and Jade started dating, and your son's fourth birthday just so happened to fall during Night Raven College's spring break. So, he had brought you and Calder with him to visit his parents.

After taking the potions to become mer-folk for a weeks-time, you and your son happily swam around. He and you were clown-fish, your orange and white stripes reflecting against Jade and Floyd's darker-shaded blues.

Jade smiled and chuckled as Floyd and Calder swam in a race ahead, his eyes sparkling in a way you loved. In a way you always wanted to see in the man you loved.

"Jade." You called, catching the male's attention.

"Yes, love?"

"Thank you for bringing Calder and I here. I've never seen him to genuinely happy around another being... well, other than me."

He nodded, lightly swinging his long tail to graze yours. A teasing smile emerged on his face as did so.

Feeling a blast of water hitting him, Jade looked up with a serious expression. It softened when he saw his twin and the new mer-boy laughing and sicking their tongues out at him in a joking manner.

Hearing you giggle from his side, you swam faster, chasing your son as Jade began to follow, though he went after his brother.

Grabbing his twin from behind, Jade began to noogie him. You merely blew raspberries on your son's stomach, allowing a loud, innocent laugh to fill the ocean around you four. Jade smiled and let his brother go, this is something he never imagined himself having. And now that he has it; he doesn't ever want to let it go.

🎭 Cove, your son, was always attracted to the energetic people in your life. You were his anchor, the only person who could calm him down when his energy was practically Saturn-high. 🎭 When you both arrived in Twisted Wonderland, he grew to love many members; though he became very close to Floyd. The eel-mer also liked the young boy, seeing him as one of the most enjoyable people in the school. And when he first saw you, he was practically seeing you and him raising the young boy. 🎭 It was after your relationship started that Floyd became extremely clingy to you and Cove, always having an eye on you and a hand on either his head or around your waist. He needed to know you both were there, call it unnecessary, he believes it to be needed. 🎭 Floyd and Cove have a very close bond, the one thing your parents claimed would never happen after your ex, and Cove's father, left you both. 🎭 While their words laid deep within your mind years later, Floyd managed to keep them at bay with his smile and insane-sounding laugh. It just felt perfect hearing him laugh with your son and run around with him on his shoulders, Azul yelling at him from behind about slacking off his shift again. 🎭 Maybe he wasn't perfect, but to you he was.

Floyd's laugh rung in your ears as you sat in the doctor's room, a book in your hands as you waited. He sat with Cove on his leg, telling a story of when he was young and he, alongside Azul and Jade, went treasure hunting alone.

"I've never seen Azul let out so much ink in his life! It was so funny!" He laughed alongside your son.

While many feared his teeth, Cove found them to be very cool. He would constantly ask him if he would hunt with them or his tremendous strength, only be answered with a swift and scarily calm; "Depends... who am I hunting?"

"What did you do with the barracuda?" Cove asked, hands cupping his cheeks in wonder.

Floyd's eyes narrowed in thought. "Last I remember, we threw random stones at it and fled. Don't know if it died or is still roaming around, awaiting or return.

"Don't really care either!"

Cove's eyes were sparkling by now, questions falling from his lips faster than the twin could answer. It was at that time the doctor walked in with a needle in between his fingers. He rolled up the short-sleeve of your son's and readied to give him his flu shot.

Normally, your son would flee; Run for his life as if the medical professional was injecting liquid death in his veins, but this time he stayed. He sat on Floyd's lap and ignored everything around him, even your stifled laughs.

"Thank you, Doctor Liefson." You whispered as he nodded and handed you the card with when Cove would need his next shot.

"You ready for some ice cream?" You asked the boys, who jumped up and began cheering as they ran through the halls towards the car.

Dorks. You giggled.

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[sugarskies]

john doesn't think about the fireworks until the morning of the fourth. until he sees a picture from olivia—their son all dressed up with the caption "ready to see his first fireworks tonight."

and then he starts spiraling. he remembers watching the fireworks with his parents as a kid, remembers him and lemar laughing and burning their fingers with sparklers when they were old enough to know better. suddenly all he can think about is "my son is forming those memories and i won't be in them."

(and it's not entirely logical. he's a toddler. he probably won't even remember his first show. but that's besides the point.)

john spends half the day on his phone, reliving the few memories he had of the fireworks back home. he has pictures, a handful of short clips, and he watches them too many times to be healthy. it's not about the fireworks, not really. it's about the memories.

but bob doesn't know that. so when he sees john staring at pictures and videos of fireworks all day, he assumes that it's the first time he won't be seeing them on independence day. bob knows there's a huge fireworks show in new york, not far away, so he makes a plan.

that night, bob convinces john to go with him to the top of a building. it's nothing fancy, just two chairs and some snacks, but it's the perfect view of the fireworks. john doesn't understand at first but then bob explains what he's trying to do and john's heart fucking melts.

bob is oblivious as john stares at him. he sits in his chair and pulls out the earplugs he brought because honestly, he doesn't care much for fireworks himself. it's for john. but john doesn't really care for the actual fireworks either so he takes a pair of earplugs too.

it's for the best, though, that they can't talk because john doesn't know what he would say or how to thank him. bob did nail it, in an accidental way. it wasn't about the fireworks, it was about the memories, and the image of bob's face lit up by the sky would stay in his brain forever.

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Actually despondent that now in addition to desiring Yokohama fic, I desperately crave The Adventures of Midoriya Izuku, Normal U.A. Student. Why is this kid so ruthlessly competent and crazy??

The funniest thing is that I'm not sure he's ever once realizes how feral he comes off to literally everyone around him. Like he probably thinks of himself as a dweeby nerd who's done an awesome job of pretending to be a rising young hero. Meanwhile, everyone around him is just going, ah yes, there's my good friend izuku. If you need alcohol, drugs, or someone locked in an underground bunker dead, he would absolutely be my first choice Could you talk a little about that, if you like?

Also if you want you share any other stories of izuku's attempts to gain practical experience, pleaseeee feel free. They are so funny. (I feel so bad for aizawa, who is at any time between 2.5 and 0 years away from understanding his insane student.)

So, I think I talked about this a little with my Daredevil fics, but I have different “versions” of characters depending on which fic they’re from. They all have the same core traits, but they’re all slightly distinct from each other because of their disparate experiences.

Pez turned into this surprise sleeper hit for me because this Izuku became one of my favorite Izuku’s based on how fucking feral and competent he is. Aizawa is worried about what he is Doing at literally all moments of the day because it quite literally could be anything. I adore him.

There’s this part in chapter 5 where Izuku is like “I committed to winging it at this school” and that is effectively what he has been doing this entire goddamn time. He has no idea what a normal high school experience is. He has since lost almost all respect for authority and thinks of rules as the things he gets around for necessity and love of the sport. You are 100% right that he thinks of himself as a sort of dweeby nerd and everyone else is like “I am actually terrified of him and how he lives.”

Izuku in pez has been “yes anding” his way through this high school experience. He thinks of what must be done And Then He Does It. He figures out if he can actually do it while he’s doing it. Fuck it, let’s see.

To a degree, the entire Dekusquad is viewed in the same light, because they are almost always on Izuku’s same bullshit. Todoroki is his ride or fucking die, Iida tells himself that he is there to supervise, Uraraka needs an outlet for her own violent tendencies, and Yaoyorozu is doing this for the love of the sport. And they also have no idea how unhinged they are. Their echo chamber is populated exclusively by them, all insane.

Fundamentally, Midoriya Izuku is someone who dug up land mines to turn himself into a makeshift rocket without advance planning or hesitation for what was, at the end of the day, a school obstacle course. He lives and dies by the immortal words “fuck it, we ball.” He is completely unaware that other people do not live this way and everyone else is too afraid to tell him.

All jokes aside, Izuku’s feral hyper competence in pez is partially the result of 1) Mirio and 2) Stain.

When Izuku first started helping Mirio train, he locked the fuck in harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. Quirks are a huge boon to heroics, but it’s also a bit of a crutch. Heroes rely on them. Quirkless heroes wouldn’t have that option.

Mirio and Izuku developed their physical abilities and practical skills to a degree that very, very few heroes ever even attempt. Izuku always knew that a Quirkless hero couldn’t afford to be mid tier. Mirio would have to be better than every other person in the room to even have a chance. Izuku learned right alongside him.

But that just explains the hyper competence. The feral rule breaking is because of the aftermath of Stain.

Aizawa is as hard and as strict with his kids as he is because he does not want them thinking the rules do not apply to them. That’s how you end up with heroes who abuse their power. But Izuku and Todoroki specifically came into UA with an engrained belief that the rules only applied to them.

It is, again, Aizawa misunderstanding the issue with them. He doesn’t want them going off on their vigilante bullshit because they are going to be responsible for upholding the law and need them to respect it and understand it applies equally to them. But the law has never applied equally to Izuku and Todoroki. The rules have always existed to hurt them.

Izuku and Todoroki both grew up in abusive situations. When Izuku’s classmates hurt him, spewed hate at him, destroyed his things? It was fine. Izuku’s too sensitive. He’s just trying to get people in trouble over nothing. But if he so much as raised his voice? People would come down on him like a sack of bricks. Rules exist for a reason, after all. Izuku should understand that he doesn’t get exceptions.

Todoroki grew up getting beaten by the number two hero. He watched as doctors and police and his father’s employees turned a blind eye to the number two hero. But he couldn’t break his dad’s schedule without getting punished. If he started to suffocate under it all and ran off just so he could have even a second to breathe? He got picked up and dragged back and lectured by whatever hero or cop who caught him about how he should know better than to worry people and how it’s selfish to have caused this much of a fuss and he needs to be better.

And he’d sit there boiling in his own anger knowing that this devotion to the fucking rules would dry up the second it drifted towards applying to his father.

Stain sort of affirmed for Izuku and Todoroki that nothing had really changed. They broke the rules due to absolute fatal necessity. If they hadn’t done what they did, Iida and Native would be dead. They fought for their fucking lives and for the lives of the people with them.

And when they got back, they got lectured for it. They had done everything wrong. They should have picked differently. The police would never approve because they made the wrong call.

But, notably, they still got an exception from the rules. They escaped punishment. But not because they had done the right thing, no. They should have let stain kill Iida and Native both. But they’re such promising young heroes, so let’s not let this misstep trip them up.

They didn’t want to escape punishment because they were suddenly of the same category of exceptional, worthwhile person who had always kept their boot on their fucking necks. They wanted them to recognize that they made the right decision.

And then they got back to UA, and Aizawa called them out in front of everyone for making a bad call. And they were like “oh, okay. So nothing’s changed.”

The rules are arbitrary and capricious. They exist to hurt them. When people are granted exceptions, it’s not because there’s a good reason. It’s because they’re the Right Kind of Person. As a result? Izuku and Todoroki’s respect for the rules is nonexistent, and they’ve infected the rest of the Dekusquad with this attitude to an extent.

The Dekusquad doesn’t actually break rules for the sake of breaking rules. They just don’t respect the rules because the rules have been consistently applied contrary to their own ethics. They don’t break the rules that matter. But if there’s not a compelling reason to follow a rule? Fuck it, who cares. The rules don’t matter anyway. They’ve never mattered when they were the ones getting hurt.

A list of the bullshit Midoriya Izuku had done in his time at UA in the name of practical experience that has given Aizawa anxiety or would if he knew about it, abridged:

While in his first year, he and Mirio did a week-long bomb-defusing symposium during a school break for an experiential learning credit. UA students need some kind of emergency response practical credit and most people do a triage course and cross it off the list. But the national police academy also accepted hero students in their yearly course and Mirio and Izuku were like “oh fuck yeah” and signed up.

All Might signed off on this because he thought this was a wholesome activity for young people everywhere and no one told Aizawa. All Might is the spiritual team dad of the Dekusquad because he is the one most likely to say “that sounds like a wholesome activity for young people everywhere” and sign off on it

Bombs are just less of a thing nowadays. They’re obsolete. It’s like how black powder cannons aren’t so much as used because there’s better alternatives. Random people were getting born that could cause an explosion a just by sneezing. And they were cheaper and easier to hire than building a bomb, harder to track, and less likely to be discovered by a metal detector or police investigation. Bombs are still enough of a thing that very major cities maintain dedicated bomb squads but smaller cities do not. Tokyo, New York, Hong Kong, London, they have bomb squads. Anything smaller and they don’t have the funding for it, and bombs are rare enough that this hasn’t been a problem.

As a result, Izuku and Mirio are two of three people in a sixty-mile radius who maintain a bomb defusing license. The third is a seventy-three year old ex cop with a hand tremor.

They all find this out because some wannabe bank robber ends up deciding to go the bomb route because the cops wouldn’t expect it and then has to call them crying because he also doesn’t know how to turn that thing off.

Aizawa finds out that Yagi that fucker gave Izuku another reason to run towards explosions when like nine police cars pull up on the UA lawn and desperately ask for Midoriya Izuku, licensed bomb technician, because Mirio is fuck knows where doing underground spy shit and the seventy-three year old already had his half cup of coffee for the day and could not survive a game of operation, let alone a bomb

Izuku has to defuse this fucking thing with three judgmental ghosts trying to backseat drive this bomb refusal, Aizawa trying to calm himself down at the police line, and the entire Dekusquad having to be repeatedly told that they can’t just wait in the room with the bomb for Izuku to finish because they have an appointment at the mall to take a formal family portrait and Iida hates to be late

To a certain degree, the entire Dekusquad is Like This. None of them have any goddamn clue how to behave like actual children and their efforts towards experiencing normal childhood frivolity culminated in the Pizza Underground. They carved a convoluted path out of one of the most secure campuses on the planet because they had no idea how the fuck to be kids and that seemed like a normal way to start

That being said they actually had some of their best fucking times when they were sneaking out on the Pizza Underground. They didn’t use it for vigilantism—Aizawa was likely to find out about vigilantism, and they never wanted to compromise the route. They actually used it to just goof off and have fun.

The Pizza Underground is another reason in a long list of reasons why the rest of Class A is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Dekusquad is. The rest of the school is vaguely distressed by how hardcore Class A is, and the Dekusquad are the concerningly locked in ones amongst them. All of Class A knows they have a way in and out but they don’t know what it is

All Might is like 17% responsible for Dekusquad’s insanity because he takes a larger hand in Izuku’s life than the other’s students’ lives and is trying to be a good team dad for his pseudo son and his friends. But the thing is All Might is also completely insane and his agency hates him for good reason. He spent multiple decades evading his own safety nets so he could have secret mind game conflict bullshit with his nemesis without having to tell his own agency. All Might keeps taking Mirio + the Dekusquad out for “fun team building activities” which involves lessons on losing tails and variations of hunting each other for sport through Tokyo with paintball guns. He takes them for ice cream at the end and ruffles their hair

When Mirio was training for his licensing exam, he and Izuku convinced Nedzu to buy circus equipment for the school because 1) Izuku read old Batman comics and knew about Dick Grayson, and 2) they watched old pre-Quirk cirque de soleil videos and were like “that’s it that’s the vision.” Their fighting style is this ungodly mix of Krav Maga, Jujitsu, boxing, Muay Thai, aikido, and circus bullshit as a result

There’s a gif in the last chapter where Todoroki and Izuku tackle Iida to the ground shouting “Get down, Mr. President” which is based on that internet game where you and all your friends put fingers to your ear like you’re the secret service hearing something in your ear piece and the last one who hasn’t done it yet is the “President” who gets tackled by his “secret service agents” who are shouting “Get down, Mr. President.” Todoroki found a post about it online and brought it to the rest of the Dekusquad claiming that it would help them train their situational awareness. Iida said, “that sounds like a worthy goal” and has been tackled 76 times since. Iida is always Mr. President.

The Dekusquad keeps trying to go on vacation together and every single time it devolves into an international incident. The precedent that began with I-Island persisted. Aizawa stopped approving their group overnight leave requests until Momo floated a trip to her family’s private island and Aizawa approved because he figured it’d be safe enough since there were literally no other people on the island. Villains picked that night to try and steal expensive art momo’s family kept on the property and the Dekusquad locked the fuck in and terrorized those poor adult villains.

The Dekusquad is planning a two week post graduation trip through Europe and Aizawa is breathing into a paper bag. Technically they’re not His Problems by then but there is not a doubt in his fucking mind that he is going to be receiving a 3 a.m. from the Swedish authorities who want to know what’s wrong with them. He Doesn’t Know Okay.

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A lot of people see the root of all problems in Berserk as the miscommunication between Guts and Griffith - Guts leaves because he wants to become a true friend to Griffith, but Griffith takes it as: “He’s leaving bc I’m dirty, cruel, and disgusting.” If that’s the case, there’s two things I don’t get about this theory.

1. Griffith heard Corkus sneer at Guts with that whole “You’ll never be like Griffith” line. Griffith is smart and perceptive. So why didn’t he put the pieces together? Like, Guts leaves -> Corcus' line -> that’s a reference to the speech at Primrose -> he wants to be my equal because he respects me and cares about me. Shouldn’t that have been obvious?

2. Alright, let’s say Griffith was too shocked in that moment and didn’t connect the dots. Why didn’t anyone else tell him? Corkus, Judeau, and Casca all knew. Maybe Corkus and Judeau thought like “eh, he’ll get over it.” But Casca? Casca, who knew him better than anyone else, who saw what was behind his mask - why didn’t she say anything? She knew Griffith loved Guts, she saw how vulnerable he could be, how irrational and reckless he got when Guts was in danger, she saw his self-harm tendencies and now she sees him on his knees, on the verge of a breakdown... and does nothing. Why couldn’t she just tell him what they overheard at Primrose before Griffith went off and did something self-destructive - something Casca should’ve seen coming? Instead she goes to Guts' room and cuddles with his sword. It’s weird to me.

Sorry for boring you with a long question.

No worries, it's not boring and I'm happy to explain my reasoning!

In regards to your first point, it's important to remember that while Griffith is very intelligent and perceptive and tactical, he canonically has some big blind spots when it comes to his interpersonal relationships. He's surprised that the Hawks freaked out when he faked his own death, for example. He only realizes he cares more about Guts than the dream after throwing the dream away and ending up in a torture chamber. So that's one reason it wouldn't be obvious to him.

But another, maybe more immediately relevant reason, is that the Promrose Hall speech happened six months earlier, Griffith had no idea anyone overheard him, and "You'll never be like Griffith" isn't even necessarily something an observer would understand as a reference to something Guts told Corkus - like from the point of view of someone who hasn't read Berserk and has no idea what Guts' reason for leaving is, that just sounds like Corkus being a dick who admires Griffith and hates Guts. An insult along the same lines as "Griffith is twice the man you are," or something.

Like, I really don't think that's an obvious connection to make at all, even for a genius. It can be hard to mentally separate what the reader knows from what the characters know at times, but like, if I was having a chat with my girlfriend that I fully believed was private, and half a year later someone said something pretty generic that sounded a little reminiscent of something I said during that private conversation, I would never in a million years suddenly realize I'd been overheard and my friend based his entire life plan around the thing I said. I would almost certainly not even think of that conversation.

And 2: the characters' goals aren't to solve Guts and Griffith's relationship drama. Judeau and Corkus are absolutely fine with the duel happening because it's the kind of shit that happens when you're a mercenary.

They also have no reason to think that Griffith is upset because he feels personally rejected, because they don't know about Griffith's insecurities. From their point of view, Griffith is just behaving like a mercenary leader who won a soldier in a battle and won't let him leave without another one.

Casca does care and does want to stop the duel, but like, Griffith threatened her with his sword when she tried to say something.

Guts tells her to stop, Judeau tells her to stop, and it's a fraught, emotionally intense moment in which Casca feels conflicted and is only just realizing she doesn't want Guts to leave.

It makes sense to me emotionally that Casca didn't say anything further. She didn't have the opportunity, and she didn't have the conviction to make herself heard without an opportunity. She silently concludes that it's fine anyway because Griffith will win and things will go back to normal.

And then again there's the fact that the characters just don't know everything the audience knows. Casca knows the most - she suspects that Griffith is in love with Guts, and she knows Griffith has a more vulnerable, human side, but she doesn't know that Guts helped Griffith assassinate a bunch of Midland's nobles and royal family and that Griffith was afraid that Guts would hate him for it, yk? That's a crucial piece of the puzzle to understanding Guts and Griffith's misunderstanding.

So in the aftermath she probably recognizes that Griffith is heartbroken, but she doesn't know he feels rejected as a person. And if she doesn't know that, then she doesn't know that telling Griffith Guts' motivation for leaving might comfort him.

She also doesn't know that Guts really just wants Griffith to look at him. She thinks Guts really believes in Griffith's whole noble dream philosophy, as indicated when she tells him to leave again, right before the Eclipse. I mean, even Corkus and Judeau probably think that, given Guts' emphasis on achieving something of his own in his speech to them, and Judeau's self-esteem issues and admiration of Guts' determination.

Only the reader sees Guts' self-reflection that night, when he muses on whether he fucked up by leaving and derisively refers to his goal as "some big, exaggerated dream," and only the reader can see the parallels between Guts' dream of fighting stronger and stronger enemies and his Black Swordsman years of fighting monsters, or Guts' realization right before the Eclipse that he never should have left, or Guts' dedication to Griffith on the rooftop after Zodd but shortly before the Promrose speech, etc, and recognize that this is the narrative showing us that the dream was never a positive thing and Guts would've been happier staying with the Hawks forever.

So Casca has no reason to think that if Guts knows Griffith is in love with him, he'll realize leaving to pursue a dream is stupid. I mean, Griffith is having a breakdown right after the duel and Guts just walks away. And she's already told Guts that he's special to Griffith. There's no reason for her to think that telling Guts how Griffith feels about him will change his mind. And it would be awkward as hell at the very least in front of the other Hawk captains too lol.

And then finally at the end of the day this is how the story needs to unfold. I think Miura wrote everything he needed to to make all the characters' behaviour during the second duel make sense, and the fact that Casca tells them to talk it out is even another narrative suggestion that Guts IS leaving based on a misunderstanding that could theoretically be resolved. Casca is saying what the reader should be thinking, and we feel just as thwarted as she does when they refuse.

But it does make sense that they refuse to talk, based on who they are as people, and that none of the other characters force the issue further, based on who they are as people and the information they have, imo.

I'm gonna finish by offering some links to posts that get further into some of my points about Guts and Griffith's misunderstanding too, just in case you're interested:

Why Guts leaving the Hawks was a bad idea Why Griffith feels rejected when Guts leaves in brief Griffith's self loathing as it relates to Guts' departure shown through self harm Griffith's self-loathing as it relates to Guts' departure shown in the torture chamber

Thanks for the ask!

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

It's kinda funny that Ford tries to sorta apply logic to using magic. It says a lot about him xD But curious about what "inspired" Ford's view on magic – his own perception or DD&MD? I mean, in DND some spells require additional components, and they could be inspired by something from rl (like additional component for dark vision spell is carrot, which was inspired how was explained to regular ppl (somewhere around ww2 I think) how night vision gear worked – for some reason they said that soldiers could see at dark cus they ate lots of carrot)

My thought is that Ford, being a scientist first and magic man second, uses the same lens to look at magic as he does his scientific pursuits. Sure magic is whimsical, but that just means it has its own rule set! And since magic changes to match each user's understanding, Ford just proves himself correct as it contorts itself to follow rules. He still has to discover those rules, but as long as Fords the one casting it will stick to the rules it gave itself to suit Fords spell style.

Basically it works the way Ford thinks it works because Ford thinks it should work that way. It doesn't automatically give him full knowledge and understanding of those rules, he has to find them and translate spells and figure out what components do, but in his eyes magic should have structure similar to other laws of physics and reality, so it does.

But only for Ford, which makes wizards even more frustrating and makes him want to be one more. Wizards have secret libraries and sanctuaries, secret meetings and hidden knowledge. They use magic in ways he knows it doesn't work (because it changes for every spell caster), so they must know secret rules or methods on how magic works he just hasn't discovered! Once he's a wizard then he can finally know all the secret laws of magic no ones told him about! (because they only exist for him and other spell casters who have similar mindsets, which even then vary slightly between each one).

Which means when Stan, whose been a wizard for two months and cast his first spell a week ago, uses hot sauce to light candles 'because its hot?', it infuriates Ford that they already told his brother all their secrets.

[bibibbon]

Rock the manipulator

Rock believes that the only way to efficiently manage heroes is by ruling with an iron fist. Rock also believes and likes to be in control. He likes to know everything, and we see how controlling he gets when it concerns ghostblade and even Yang cheng's lives.

Something about him most likely wanting to know everything that his heroes do or him thinking that he has them all figured out and trapped in a corner just to be surprised to realise that he doesn't and sees them doing something that confuses him. If the theory that ghostblade can't talk due to his power is true, essentially making him a "ghost" or a "silent killer" him being on a phone call won't make any sense and would definitely raise alarm bells to Rock.

There's something so ironic about Rock acting as if he fully understands humans, but in reality, he can never know what someone is thinking 100% of the time, and he can't control what someone will do 100% of the time he can only influence and manipulate people to a certain extent. This is seen both in episodes 7 and 14 with him not knowing why ghostblade is in a call and being upset that his management technique didn't work to him trying to manipulate and set up a game to get E-soul to the point he is now just for it to be revealed that Uncle Rock actually sent one of the brothers to kill yang cheng and instead he killed shang chao. Setting up the game as Rock calls, it doesn't guarantee order, and neither does it guarantee obedience, making people do what you want them to do all of the time, people will fight against their fates whether they succeed or not is another question.

As much as Rock may believe that things will fall into place if a game is set in place this is not always the case with his plan for E-soul backfiring but its him that adapts to these changes and exploits them to his advantage with him encouraging yang cheng to fight og E-soul and then taking yang cheng and making him the new E-soul which is completely different to his original plan which was to eliminate yang cheng and maintain E-soul's status.

Furthermore, Rock's behaviour is both controlling and suffocating. I wonder if he even let's his heroes terminate their contracts? It seems that Mr. zac, the leader of fomo, is the only one who let's heroes terminate their contracts with treeman also doing the same thing as MG and controlling their heroes through a contract I wonder if Mr Rock makes them sign a contract that lasts a lifetime explaining why OG E-soul was still a hero even at his old age and him withdrawing from any hero activity and becoming a cash grab.

Rock's beliefs and behaviour are contrasted by Mr. Zac's own beliefs who has loose regulations on his app FOMO and believes in giving everyone a chance at being a hero while also being the first hero agency to let a hero terminate their contract within the story. Mr. Zac seems to also introduce this young vs. old generational conflict with the way he and Rock interact, having clearly opposing views and ideas with uncle Rock having a conversation with another person talking about how they had to watch e-soul win fight after fight to become a hero and now the new e-soul can just be cleared like that and be promoted through the use of social media and other technology. To me, it seems like Rock is aware that times have changed and he does adapt because he needs to be but he clearly doesn't like it at all and he shows that through his conflict with Mr. Zac.

My biggest question concerning Rock is why is he doing all of this? Why go to such extreme lengths for all of this? It's not a monetary reason he has all the money he can dream of but he still goes to such extreme lengths, taking care of an orphan and then even getting his own boba shop which he actually is seen working tirelessly on but why?

[weirdgirlshq]

This is my first fanfic on Tumblr ever and ofc it's the one shot I wrote about the headcannon that Volt and Eddie would be into cuckolding (also features my hc of Lux being their kid bc I love that hc and I love Lux)

A weekend at a spa resort all ruined because of a “health code violation.” Seriously, how does a spa resort even shut down because of crabs? Just put them back in the ocean! Either way, lux’s weekend was mega ruined. They walked back into their house, not announcing their presence as they were too busy telling their Luxies about this. Lux paused the recording seeing a toolbox that wasn’t his dad’s. Maybe his father got it for him as a gift. They were lovey-dovey like that. Lux finished their post and decided to fill his parents in on everything that happened.

“Dad? Father?” Lux yelled, going up the stairs. Lux walked up to their bedroom, assuming they were taking their old people naps since they weren’t answering.

The influencer twisted the doorknob, opening the door and sliding in.

“Dads! You will never believe what happened! My weekend was cancelled beca-”

Volt stood in his bedroom; towel wrapped around his waist. Clearly, he had just gotten out of the shower. And the figure whos hands were dipping below Volt’s towel had also just gotten out of the shower with him, however it wasn’t the man that Volt had been married to for more than a decade.

It was their fucking neighbor!

Tony!

“Oh! My! Fucking! God!” Lux yelled.

“Light wire! What are you doing here?” Volt asked, mortified.

“You’re cheating on dad!”

“Lux, let me explain-”

“You are actually cheating on dad, like you’re sleeping with another man that isn’t dad! I can’t believe it! You don’t love dad anymore! My family is broken! My life is falling apart!” Lux vented, hyperventilating.

“Lux, you don’t understand-”

“Me? You are showering with our neighbor!”

“Ay, you remember me! I remember babysittin’ ya when your dads here went out on dates.” Tony said, not realizing how awful his intrusion was.

“Shut the fuck up, manwhore!” Lux screamed.

“Lux! That is not the way to talk to someone!” Volt shouted.

“Are you seriously reprimanding me right now? Are you being a dad right now when I literally have just walked in on your affair.” Lux asked, offended. “I can’t be a child of divorce! Do you know how much divorce lawyer cost? And how you guys are going to share custody of everything, including me! I’m going to have to spend my weekend in my dad’s sad little apartment spending time with my sad dad who’s crying that he should’ve done more to prevent his husband having an affair with our neighbor! And then he’s going to get on dating apps and date someone basically my age! And then I’m going to be the poor, traumatized, sad kid who could be partying on the weekend but is instead spending it at a Red Lobster having dinner with his dad and his dad’s new boyfriend who’s in Grad School!”

“Sweetie, let me get you a glass of water and I’ll explain everything.” Volt said, reaching out to Lux.

“No! You are the worse dad ever!” Lux screamed, turning around. They were planning on running away to go cry dramatically in their room but ran into someone.

Eddie.

Eddie, who was holding the most obscure object that looked like a screwdriver but was most certainly not a screwdriver in his hand.

“How bout you both use this toy ne- Lux!” Eddie jumped, seeing his kid. Lux looked at the toy, and his not-shocked dad, and then at something else in the room. It was an armchair that had been in Eddie’s and Volt’s room since Lux’s childhood. Lux remembers sleeping in the chair from hearing Eddie read them bedtime stories. Lux remembers hiding behind the chair whenever they played Hide&Seek with Volt. Lux remembers rubbing their chocolate stained arms on the arm of the chairs and spilling orange juice over the leather. As far as Lux can remember that chair had been in the corner of their bedroom, having a perfect view of the bed.

“Oh my God!” Lux screamed, running past Eddie, absolutely horrified.

“And, to answer your question,that is my most traumatic memory from childhood. Tune in tomorrow guys where I'll be answering more of your questions, Luxies!” Present day Lux excitedly announced, ending the livestream.

Eddie and Volt watched the screen in horror, mentally cursing themselves for not locking doors.

[the-crimson]

I always love reading your takes and insight on q!bbhs character, you put what I keep thinking and see into words and is SO WONDERFUL to see someone get it :'). But speaking of which what do you think of q!bbh whole thing with anarchy rn?

Thank u so much :D I’m glad u appreciate my incoherent ramblings about a block man XD

Minecraft politics - and politics in general for that matter - are whole can of worms I usually try not to touch too closely. There is too much opportunity for misunderstandings and pointless arguments that discussions usually just feel like an excuse to get mad. So take all this in good fun, I’m not saying if q!bad is right or wrong to think this way, it’s not that serious lol

The thing we first need to understand is that - before the election - the islanders were essentially living in an anarchist commune. The federation existed but mostly left them alone and let them rule themselves, which they did. Everyone lived as they pleased and they all had an unspoken agreement: live and let live.

When someone became a problem, the islanders came together and dealt with it themselves. When Slime tried to kill all the eggs after Juanaflippa’s death, bbh, Jaiden, and Roier were able to talk him down. They held a trial - federation sponsored- but the islanders were the ones calling the shots. When Quackity plotted to murder the eggs, the islanders came together again and stopped him. When they were threatened by the code, the islanders came together to defend the eggs.

What is the point of a governing body? To create order and resolve conflict. The islanders were already doing this without a governing body. They didn’t need it.

What do most governments actually do? They consolidate power and oppress. Even the most benign progressive government is going to leave someone in the gutter. By creating a box to put society into, it is the very nature of the box that some things are not going to fit or are going to be forgotten.

This is what bbh is afraid of. This is why he dislikes government. Why should anyone have the power to decide that a few chairs going missing is a bigger threat to the island than land mines that cause ten times as much destruction? The actual principle of who is right is irrelevant. Why should someone have this power to decide for others what is an is not okay. Why should someone else tell you how to live your life if you aren’t hurting anyone.

Bad’s been saying this since the day the elections were announced. They don’t need this. A President is going to create unnecessary restrictions and is the gate way to federation overreach. Some people have said bbh is a hypocrite for running for office but it’d be even more hypocritical to do nothing. If you see a train barreling towards you and there is a lever within reach to change the tracks, would you not pull it? You could just step off the tracks but then everyone who is unaware of the danger behind you would still be struck.

I think q!bbh’s anarchism is one of the most misunderstood things about his character - partially because I think the common perception of anarchy is intentionally misconstrued by the media but that’s not a conversation to be had while I’m talking about block men XD

Thanks for the ask and I hope I answered ur question :3

[synonymroll648]

headcanon that as sophie ages, she gets more and more off-put by how she still looks twenty at some age past 40. the only wrinkles she has are smile lines and a barely-there crease between her eyebrows that never leaves. no gray hairs. it doesn’t feel like there’s any physical evidence of how much stress aged her too fast.

(maybe she dyes more grays into her hair to feel better about her reflection, the more time passes by. maybe, on bad days, she contours wrinkles into her skin with makeup. maybe the bad days get more frequent as she ages outside the human lifespan. maybe.)

[lokh]

oughh i wanted to do a cute laishuro take on the blu ray extras (what if laios had been eaten instead) but lets be honest. they absolutely would not have made it as far without laios

[anothermonikan]

How to subtly imply to parents that I am in a relationship with puter. How to make them understand puter is important to me in general and I don't want to risk anything happening to her. pls

[gillyeowalters]

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

EDIT

I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.

I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.

Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.

EDIT 28/03/25

Happy birthday.

[stzrgirl4norris]

P1 in World History - OP81

Oscar Piastri x Historian!Reader

summary: no one understands how Oscar suddenly dropped facts after facts on the most random historical events

based on this request (by my favorite ever)

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f1 🎥 Grill the Grid: High School Edition is HERE

Watch our drivers struggle with math problems, historical dates, and chemical reactions 👀

Spoiler alert: we had some surprises.

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lando who gave oscar a cheat sheet? be honest

charles_leclerc I would like a rematch with no ancient greek questions please

yukitsunoda0511 I said “napoleon” for everything. Not my fault it worked twice.

mclaren We are also surprised. Very surprised.

redbullracing Gonna have to bring this up to the stewards 🙂‍↔️

fernandoalo_oficial finally, someone knows I was there when Caesar was stabbed

alex_albon me watching oscar answer every history and geography question with his arms crossed like he’s on who wants to be a millionaire😭

user bro oscar even corrected the quizmaster once. is he ok?

user oscar casually dropping historical facts like it’s not suspicious at all…

user i'm so glad they are f1 drivers and not doctors or something

user why did oscar answer all of that without blinking? i’m scared 💀

user nah bc that man answered “Battle of Waterloo” like it was a pop quiz at dinner. WHO ARE YOU 😩

user oscar's not real. he’s a government experiment gone rogue

user the way he SMIRKED when he got the Cold War question right?? sir who are you trying to impress 😭😭😭

user idk if i want to kiss oscar or force him to write my next essay

user charles i expected more from you

user no but Lando getting the math question was so sweet

user when max said “well technically…” I felt that in my bones.

> user he maxplained that whole video and still lost

> maxverstappen1 I want a rematch

Oscar Piastri just added to his Instagram Story

"Great read 👍"

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SkySportsF1 🎤 Oscar Piastri revealed or us the secret behind all his world history knowledge:

“It just sort of happens when you date a historian. Everything becomes a lesson. She once paused a movie to explain Dutch colonialism.”

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user not me googling “how to become a historian”

user she paused a movie to explain Dutch colonialism and he STAYED??? yeah he’s in love your honor

user no bc i’d explain imperialism mid-makeout if he asked 😭

user that household must be insufferable

user I too wanna monologue to Oscar during breakfast

user imagine pausing a movie to rant about colonialism and he looks at you like it’s the hottest thing ever? god i’m weak

user and he LISTENED??? he RECALLS the info??

user she taught him centuries of world history and what did he give her back? driving lessons?

user “everything becomes a lesson” sir that is the dream 😭 i want to analyze the French Revolution over dinner too

user this is what happens when you date a girl who annotates books and knows who Franz Ferdinand is

user i want what they have. and by that i mean him. and also her brain. pls.

lando so you’re telling me i lost to oscar in Grill the Grid bc his gf is smarter than everyone at McLaren combined?

> oscarpiastri: you lost because you said Napoleon invented the calendar > yourusername: to be fair… he did change the calendar. you were just off by a few emperors > lando: OH MY GOD SHE’S HERE I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T QUIZ ME

alex_albon oscarpiastri she paused a movie to explain colonialism and you didn’t RUN? bro you’re in deep

> oscarpiastri: i stayed. i took notes. there was a powerpoint. > yourusername: in my defense, it was really bad colonialism. like offensively inaccurate. > user: i am obsessed with the fact that she said “bad colonialism” like it’s a genre of film > user: alex is 100% pretending he gets this rn

georgerussell63 I want to add to the conversation that just 5 minutes ago during a chat this man casually cited the Meiji Restoration.

danielricciardo nah bc when she paused the movie he just sat there?? with his mouth shut?? couldn’t be me 💀

> yourusername he nodded. he asked questions. it was adorable. > danielricciardo stop you’re going to make the rest of us look bad

mclaren Confirmed: Oscar is now banned from date night and team trivia. Unfair advantage.

user WHY IS SHE SO CASUAL IN THE COMMENTS I’D DIE

> user she’s literally explaining history and being hot about it > user no bc she called it “bad colonialism” and suddenly I need a PhD >user someone make a TikTok of her best comments, we’re documenting greatness in real time

charles_leclerc If my girlfriend taught me history i’d listen too 🥺

> alexandrasaintmleux you can't even tell me who painted the Mona Lisa > charles_leclerc I said "history" 🙄

user do you think Ferrari can hire her to do something?

> user omg what would she even do there? > user anything is better than what they have ❤️ liked by charles_leclerc

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oscarpiastri Turns out there are so many good museums in England Also I now know what mercantilism is now.

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lando i want her to quiz me

charles_leclerc I refuse to learn, but i’m proud of you

georgerussell63 do you think she tutors for fun?? asking for me

alex_albon you’re literally a walking historical source

danielricciardo please ask her to explain the entire French Revolution to me in meme format

maxverstappen1 you scare me but i respect it

user THEY ARE TOURING HISTORICAL LOCATIONS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

user i know he’s got a napoleon bobblehead

user dating a historian and surviving is proof he’s the chosen one

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yourusername He said “teach me everything” and now he can name every Cold War proxy war. Proud of my little historian-in-training. Also yes, he scored higher than some of my students on the practice quiz.📚💋

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oscarpiastri Cold War was a vibe

georgerussell63 okay but she’s intimidating in a hot way

> oscarpiastri don’t call my girlfriend hot. LEAVE. > georgerussell63 it was a compliment 😅😅😅

charles_leclerc imagine being forced to learn at dinner 😔

lando can she explain the space race to me using memes and finger puppets

> oscarpiastri are you 2??

user “cold war was a vibe” i’m IN TEARS

user she’s not just teaching him history. she’s giving him range

user whatever taylor swift said about you know how to ball i know aristotle

user i would risk it all for her to yell about the ottoman empire in my kitchen

hattiepiastri just watched him explain the industrial revolution like it was a bedtime story

kimiantonelli who even knows what happened in 1848????

> user aren’t you supposed to be learning that in school?

user is this a kink thing?

user dating a historian sounds like a trap. a sexy, educational trap.

maxverstappen1 can you prepare me for the next grill the grid?

> yourusername sure thing!! > oscarpiastri NO

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mclaren Study season. Quiz night prep. We no longer know if this is for history or Hungary GP. 🧠🏁📚

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oscarpiastri she just asked me to rank my favorite Enlightenment philosophers. it’s 10pm. i said Kant and she said “incorrect.”

> yourusername it was a trick question. you were supposed to say “you, darling” > oscarpiastri i’m logging off before I get in trouble > user I NEED THEM TO ADOPT ME

lando does this mean i can’t cheat???

> oscarpiastri she said next time you cheat off me she’s quizzing you on Byzantine trade routes > lando nevermind i’m studying. i’m SCARED.

yourusername Quiz night winner gets free coffee. Loser gets a 20-minute lecture on the French Revolution.

> mclaren we are printing flashcards as we speak

alex_albon imagine prepping for Hungary and getting hit with “define the Treaty of Utrecht” over breakfast

> oscarpiastri: she did that. literally. it was before coffee.

charles_leclerc what’s happening? Why is everyone smarter now.

> georgerussell63 she’s infecting the grid with knowledge. we’re not safe > fernandoalo_oficial finally.

user this is the power of a woman who annotates books and kisses you mid-lecture

user can’t wait until one of them starts mixing up tire degradation with the fall of the Ottoman Empire

[kxsagi]

hello (≧▽≦), can i make a small request abt sae, rin or karasu where reader has big boobs and sometimes and they somehow ended up looking at her boobs? like, they could be talking abt a something random with reader and it just happens. ( srry if my request it’s not well written or understandable, english is not my native language ╥_╥ )

“𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i remember i helped babysit a preschool for community service and my boob size is like… normal ig? and this little boy pointed at my chest and said “boobies!” LIKE WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS AND WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING YOU???

and shidou would totally own that zumiez merch with their "i ❤️ boobies" design and wear it shamelessly 😭

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

itoshi sae

the two of you were casually walking through the grocery store, chatting about what to cook for dinner. 

“i think we should do pasta,” you said. “with garlic bread. and salad. ooh, and those tiny mozzarella balls–” 

you turned to look at him and found him staring. not at your face. 

his eyes were so intensely focused on your chest you’d think there was a crossword puzzle written across your boobs. 

“sae.” 

nothing. 

“sae.” 

“hm?” he said, finally blinking like you pulled him out of a VR headset. 

“what the hell are you looking at?” 

“i thought i saw a stain on your shirt,” he muttered, expression flat like he wasn’t just mentally composing a sonnet to your cleavage. 

“a stain?” 

“yup.” 

“what kind of stain?” 

“existential.” 

you stood there flabbergasted while he just pushed the cart and kept walking like nothing happened. 

later, as you cooked, he came up behind you and whispered, “boobzilla strikes again.” 

you smacked him with a spatula. he dodged it. barely. 

itoshi rin

you were sitting on the floor with him in your living room, showing him a childhood photo album because you were bonding, okay? 

“this is me in kindergarten,” you said, flipping the page. “and this is me in third grade. i was obsessed with dolphins.” 

“huh,” he grunted, eyes scanning the photos… until they weren't. 

his gaze dipped for half a second, just a flicker. a brief, tragic lapse in self-control. and you saw it. 

“rin.” 

he looked up so fast his neck cracked. “yeah?” 

“you looked.” 

“i didn’t.” 

“you blinked directly at my boobs.” 

“i blinked past them.” 

“there’s no past them. they’re in front of me.” 

rin turned into a brick wall. stopped speaking. went so still you could’ve mistaken him for a wax statue. 

for the next ten minutes, he avoided looking below your chin like your boobs were medusa. 

you turned to him and said, “they’re not going to bite you.” 

“yet,” he whispered, completely serious. 

karasu tabito

you were having a serious convo about rent prices and gentrification. serious. 

“they turned that ramen shop into a vape store. a vape store, tabi. do you know what this means?” 

“yes,” he said slowly, clearly not listening. 

you leaned in, waiting for a deep, insightful comment. instead, his eyes drifted down like they were physically pulled by gravity. 

“karasu.” 

“y’know,” he said, blinking like he just woke up and ignoring how he used his last name instead. “i could fit a whole bowl of ramen on your boobs.” 

“i was talking about capitalism.” 

“and i’m talking about your assets, baby.” 

you smacked him with a throw pillow. 

“what?! don’t act like you didn’t bless me with the view. god gave you those like a cheat code.” 

he winked and then dramatically fake-fainted onto the couch like he was dying of thirst. 

every time you wear a low-cut top, he salutes you like you just did a public service. 

isagi yoichi

you were watching a documentary together, fully invested in the plot. meanwhile, isagi was trying his best to be a respectful man of society. 

you were explaining something on screen, leaning forward a little, and your top shifted just slightly. 

and his brain just… froze. like, buffering. 

you noticed immediately. “yoichi?” 

“huh?” 

“what did i just say?” 

“uhhh... the environment?” 

“we’re watching a documentary on japanese vending machines.” 

“right. yep. vending machines are... bad for the climate?” 

you narrowed your eyes, arms crossed (which only made things worse), and he panicked. 

“i wasn’t–! it was–! i didn’t mean to!!” 

now he’s waving his hands like he’s trying to swat guilt away. 

“my eyes were just following the light source!” 

“what light source?” 

“you. you’re the light of my life.” 

man really tried to romance his way out of being caught. 

it worked. barely. 

kaiser michael

you were arguing about something stupid, like which fast food fries were superior. 

“waffle fries are elite,” you insisted. 

“they’re pretentious,” he said. “pick a shape and commit.” 

and somewhere in the middle of your passionate defense of curly fries, his eyes trailed southward like his pupils had minds of their own. 

he didn’t even try to hide it. 

“stop looking at my boobs.” 

“i’m not,” he said, not even blinking. 

“you are.” 

“i’m admiring the passion in your voice,” he smirked. “it just happens to echo really well off your chest.” 

“kaiser.” 

“what? you’re giving boob TED talk energy right now. it’s inspiring.” 

you hit him with a fry. he caught it in his mouth and winked. 

“your arguments are strong,” he said. “but your boobs? stronger.” 

he would definitely make up fake awards like “best visual presentation” and hand them to you while bowing dramatically. 

shidou ryusei

you were showing him how to make pancakes. flour on your cheek, spatula in hand, adorable domestic energy. 

he was pretending to help, mostly eating the batter and poking your sides. 

“you’re not even paying attention,” you sighed. 

“i am,” he said, leaning against the counter and watching you flip a pancake. 

but then you leaned to grab a plate and… yeah. his brain went full caveman. 

“BOOBS,” he said out loud. just. said it. 

“excuse me?” 

“uh– BOOP. i said boop.” 

“you said boobs.” 

“boop-boobs. it’s a pancake term. very official.” 

you gave him a death glare. 

he grinned, grabbed a strawberry, and placed it gently on your cleavage like it was a shrine. 

“for the gods,” he whispered. 

you whacked him with the spatula. 

he licked the strawberry off. 

he lives with zero shame and zero fear of death. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cressidagrey]

Love in Bubblewrap

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary:   Felicity Piastri fixes things. Regardless of what they are. Even if they are her sister-in-law’s stolen K-Pop albums. 

Warnings and Notes: I came up with while taking a shower which means the idea is either genius or horrible. Inspired by Hattie Piastri's TikTok's about her stolen TxT albums. I have never once listened to K-Pop but I did my research (aka I googled names and song titles.)

Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂

Group Chat: Piastri Fam ❤️

Hattie: WHOEVER BROKE INTO MY CAR I HOPE YOUR PILLOW IS ALWAYS WARM AND YOUR TOAST FALLS BUTTER-SIDE DOWN

Oscar: Hi to you too?

Edie: Wait. What.

Hattie: They SMASHED the driver window IN BROAD DAYLIGHT TO STEAL MY TXT ALBUMS MY ALBUMS, OSCAR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.

Mae: Wait wait wait. They didn’t take your wallet? Just your K-pop?

Hattie: My wallet was in the glovebox. My laptop was in the boot. They took the bag with my photocard binders and albums. I HOPE THEY GET A PAPER CUT FROM YEONJUN’S EYELASHES

Chris: what is a txt album

Nicole: Chris. Not now.

Oscar: …How many albums are we talking?

Hattie: ALL OF THEM

Edie: OH MY GOD.

Mae: That’s criminal. That’s actually criminal.

Oscar: Yes. Because it is a crime.

Chris: did you call the police

Hattie: YES, DAD. They asked if there was anything of “significant personal value” missing and I almost cried telling the constable about my Soobin photocard collection.

Nicole: Oh, sweetheart 😢

Mae: Do you have any photos for insurance? Maybe we can file under collectibles?

Hattie: I had a spreadsheet. An ACTUAL spreadsheet.

Oscar: …you had a spreadsheet of your photocards?

Hattie: Yes. Because I’m an ORGANIZED YOUNG WOMAN WITH GOALS.

Edie:She learned it from Felicity.

Nicole: I’ll call the insurance tomorrow, Hattie. We’ll sort this out.

Chris: still don’t understand why they didn’t take your laptop

Mae: It was probably targeted. There’s a resale market for rare photocards.

Oscar: How do you know that.

Mae: I dabble.

Hattie: I’m going to manifest their downfall using a cursed Taehyun photocard.

Edie: You’re like a witch but with glitter and Spotify Premium.

Oscar: I’m begging someone to explain what a cursed photocard is.

Mae: It’s when someone once traded for it and got food poisoning the same day. It’s ✨infused✨.

Oscar: Okay. That’s enough internet for me today.

Chris: do you need me to fix the window

Hattie: Already booked a repair. I’m not mad about the glass. I’m mad about the betrayal.

Oscar: You make it sound like that Yeonjun guy broke into your car himself.

Hattie: He would never. Unlike SOME PEOPLE who’ve never even listened to “Blue Hour.”

Oscar: I’m not sure I even know what that is.

Edie: Uncultured.

Mae: Honestly embarrassed to share a last name with you.

Hattie: Just so everyone knows, the Spotify speaker I keep in my car still works. So if anyone wants to Venmo me emotional damages via new albums, I’ll accept.

Nicole: We’ll replace the ones we can, darling. One step at a time.

Chris: and next time don’t leave them in plain view

Hattie: They were in a tote bag under my raincoat WHAT DID THEY HAVE, X-RAY VISION AND A PERSONAL VENDETTA

Oscar: This chat is more intense than any strategy debrief I’ve had all season

Nicole: Let’s not joke. She’s upset.

Edie: We’re coping through humour, Mum.

***

Hattie wasn’t expecting a package.

She definitely wasn’t expecting that package.

It arrived two days after the break-in — dropped off by a courier who looked faintly intimidated, like whatever he was carrying had weight beyond the cardboard. Nicole opened the door, accepted the package and set it carefully on the kitchen bench like a letter bomb, then called up the stairs with the tone that meant your life is about to change, and not necessarily in a normal way.

“Hattie? Something came for you.”

Hattie padded downstairs in slippers and mild emotional ruin. Her window was still shattered. Her albums were still gone. Her Spotify had become a graveyard of songs she couldn’t listen to without hearing glass shatter.

So she wasn’t in the mood for mystery.

“It’s from Felicity,” Nicole said gently, handing it over.

That made Hattie pause.

The box was medium-sized. Not huge. Not heavy. But taped shut with a kind of efficiency that said I own a label maker and I’m not afraid to use it.

There was no note — just her name, written in neat, all-caps handwriting across the front like a letter. 

Hattie opened it.

And immediately had to sit down.

Inside were her albums. All of them. The exact editions. The pre-order bonuses. Even the Target exclusive one that took Hattie six weeks to hunt down the first time.

Each was sealed in a Ziploc bag, labeled with release year and version code.

She found her photocards next. Not her originals — those were gone — but a full curated set of the most likely pulls, alongside protective sleeves and one unmistakably fake (and glittery) Yeonjun card clearly drawn by Bee in crayon. It had a tiny heart in the corner.

There was also a pack of Tim Tams, two bubble tea vouchers, and a post-it note that read:

Didn’t have time to hex the thief properly. Settled for passive-aggressive online bulk ordering instead. Let me know if there is anything specific I missed. Love, F.

Hattie stared at it for a long moment.

Then sat down, quiet and stunned, and just breathed.

Because this was the thing about Felicity — she didn’t do things halfway. Didn’t stop at oh no, that’s awful. She solved the problem. Replaced what was lost. Quietly handed you love wrapped in bubble wrap and called it nothing at all.

And Hattie thought — not for the first time — how lucky they were.

How lucky Oscar was.

Because somehow her annoying, infuriating, brilliant brother had found a woman who was all quiet fire and sharp edges and spreadsheets and garden-grown tomatoes — and who loved him so fiercely, so completely, that she extended that love to all of his family without question.

And every so often, like this — like now — Hattie remembered that Oscar didn’t just fall in love with someone wonderful.

He chose someone who made everything better just by being in it.

She blinked down at the photocards again. Ran a thumb over Bee’s glittery artwork.

Grinned.

Then she looked at her phone and typed:

Hattie: I hope you know we all know we hit the absolute jackpot when Oscar found you. I don’t know how you did this. But thank you. Tell Bee her art is perfect.

Felicity responded a minute later.

Felicity: Tell her yourself — she wants to FaceTime you. Also I expect snacks next time you go to Korea.

***

Group Chat: Piastri Fam ❤️

Hattie: oscar. your wife just avenged the txt robbery with military precision. she replaced the ENTIRE collection. INCLUDING photocards.

Oscar: …she what wait what?

Nicole: It arrived this morning. I handed Hattie the package myself.

Hattie: AND SHE SENT TIM TAMS. AND A NOTE. AND SPARKLY ART FROM BEE. who, by the way, is now my favorite niece.

Oscar:She’s your only niece. 

Fliss didn’t tell me she did that i thought she was just quietly rage-baking sourdough

Mae: nah your wife was rage-sourcing Soobin photocards on eBay

Edie: this is so Felicity-coded subtle vengeance and laminated instructions

Hattie: you’re so lucky, Oscar. like genuinely. i hope you wake up every day and remember you bagged a genius wife who can fix a gearbox AND a broken heart.

Oscar: i do every single day

Chris: She really did all that? ...Remind me again why she married you?

Nicole: Christopher.

Oscar: no that’s fair actually

Mae: this is giving “he found her crying in the garden and offered her a leaf” romance energy

Edie: it’s giving “she’s the protagonist and he’s the golden retriever love interest”

Hattie: it’s giving “we are NEVER letting you mess this up”Oscar: i have no intention of ever messing this up but thank you for the terrifying support

[pukicho]

hey @pukicho i saw your art and i thought it was super cool! you improved so quickly (really impressive btw), and i was wondering what resources used to study art? and what app/website you digitally draw on? and your brushes if your okay with sharing them? and literally ANY other information you had because i would love to learn how to draw?

i feel like a victorian street rat asking for more bread

I use an XP-Pen Pen Tablet and Clip Studio Paint as my program of choice, but any pencil and notebook will suffice for learning, and may even be better. As for learning, I use books, baby!!! BOOKS! I'll even be nice and tell u which ones, because I am a lover of shared knowledge:

How To Draw by Scott Robtertson - deceptively complex book on perspective. It tells you how to draw a box, I then suggest you draw a fuck-load of boxes in correct perspective before moving forward. Having a strong grasp on planes and perspective allows you to properly grasp the volumes and shape of almost anything. It's the baseline principle to visualizing what u wanna draw. Without simple forms understood in perspective, you merely lack the skills necessary to draw from imagination.

Carlson's guide to landscape Painting - A good book, even if u don't intend to draw landscapes. Tons of clever explanations on lighting and value. Tons of useful relational shortcuts to understand complex scenery in smarter ways. I like the way he explains things, it makes me go ohhhh.

TACO point character drawing 1 & 2 - Two NEAT anatomy reference books. It's mostly just a collection of simplified, anime-esque proportional figure drawings. They're a great reference, but I absolutely wouldn't use it as my only set of books on anatomy. It's still useful to use and learn, but in a more general way - and I can't currently apply everything the book tells me yet, because I haven't learned the forms in more detail first.

The Human Figure by Jon H Vanderpoel - this is a short, but VERY useful anatomy reference book. The Author is from the early 1900s - real oldschool, which is good. He has a very useful, matter-of-fact writing style. This is the better starter book to use in order to remember the proportional relationships of the human body (even then, it's still not enough)

The Practice of Oil Painting & Drawing by Solomon J. Solomon - I'll be honest, this one makes sense to me conceptually, but I cannot fucking execute some of his practices. This dude is from the victorian era, his paintings are in museums and they're too good. It only makes sense that his views and approach to art are headier than some of the other suggestions on this list. The book is still useful, and I presume will only grow in usefulness as I learn. It does still have some cool ideas in the first-half of the book that you can easily apply to your art studies! But the second half is a series of master-derived schools of learning that I have yet to dare touch.

(also check out loomis books. I hear they are good)

ENJOY