#on the bright side he gets to know his half-sibs

[bluerosefox]

The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine

Those Constantine is Danny's dad and sold his kid soul because he thought he'd actually never have one and Danny is now the Ghost King so his soul claims are invalid AUs but learns he's not Constantine only kid (after a while Constantine honestly 100% thought he'd never have kids and never bothered with a 1st born clause when making deals, maybe some annoyed deity or powerful magic user made Constantine think he can't have kids anymore just to get back at the conman) and now doing everything in his Kingly power to save his half-siblings (can be other teens from other shows or movies or cartoons etc etc) because Danny is the oldest of them and really really wants to punch his biodad for making such a huge mess he has to deal with but Danny does get to meet and protect his younger Half-siblings.

Then comes the day he's celebrating one of his half-sibs birthday with all the others when he's suddenly summoned out of the blue and meets not just the Justice League but his, and his half-sibs, no good soul selling biodad.

Hello rightly placed aggression.... Once he takes care of that powerful evil spirit that's attacking earth first of course.

[ebbarights]

with open eyes liveblog

i'm not ready for this. i haven't pre-grieved enough it turns out. i feel sick

on the bright side the only spoiler i have is that shiv did something controversial? which isn't a spoiler i would say but i'm actively avoiding reading the post currently greyed out behind this open tab

stewy not on kendall's side??? that's a fucking first. it's not but it is

okay so this is just like 1x06 right. literally a repeat?

last intro :(( i'm soo fucking sad. im sad. sadsaddsad oh yay arian. saaaaaaad

EBBA

shaved matsson cursed. hate that

matsson as shiv's puppet i don't think he's gonna like that. if their deal goes through i would be really surprised

theories about roman running to mommy literally right. love that though

tomshiv is making me want to rip myself in half like rumplestiltskin. specifically the shiv part obvs

i'm sure smart people have already made posts about this but. caroline called shiv.

NEW JESS NO

"let's bag him and tag him" dog (gone rogue) motif? idk anything about hunting

roman looking beat up in a normal t shirt wearing bracelets these are my dreams come true

caroline is so real. eyes ARE disgusting. face eggs

LAWRENCE YEE

kendall looks like a fucking disney villain driving up in his range rover in a suit sing-songing roman's name

SHIV TITS

okay tomgreg scene time to think about other things. everything revolving around roman is my dream finale <3 i want him to be okay but i also love it when he's not okay. you can't lose when you play both sides

shiv is way too sure of winning so she's for sure not winning huh

tom said grinder like- [i am shot in the head before i can continue]

fully flexing my swedish here

caroline is so right. get out you guys

wait sib alliance back on?? can this be real

i hate to say it but i think kendall's right he should be the one to take over

them talking about roman's breakdown while he's hugging himself is exactly what i wanted but it will make me want to kill myself forever

noo guys don't go in the waterrrrr don't you know about the motif

roman talking about sharks in the water is literally me but this time for real for real because i do have a debilitating shark phobia

if succession genuinely has a fucking. shark attack in it. (once again on my birthday) like that's legit fucking personal. jesse armstrong has read my diary and wants to ruin my life

i just googled 'succession shark' that's how paranoid i am lmaooo

kendall don't. DON'T go in the water

i know it's ridiculous i don't like the killing kendall conversation. this is the finale please don't play me with rn

okay the music is starting which means this scene is over and they can get out of the water right please get out get out right now

are they gonna actually accidentally kill kendall. or will it be on purpose and that was a double bluff

they are spending wayy too much time on this scene for a series finale that's already pretty long so. something's definitely gonna happen with the fucking smoothie. i feel sick

okay scene is over i feel like an idiot but relieved lol. maybe just a last happy siblings scene? if that's the case i'm glad we got that. i'm happy that scene was so long

wait shiv hasn't done anything controversial yet. is this like. a double bluff? i don't know how that would work i don't think that's the case

connor's peepaw slay

hope this isn't the only time gerri shows up but if it is i'm glad she's there at all

krank real

okay tom told shiv i know what's gonna happen and i think i'm okay with that kind of betrayal

i LOVE that greg's fucking parasite both sides shit finally came to bite him in the ass. if greg has a bad ending succession has a good ending

matsson screaming for ebba that's me.

yeah that's what i thought. i'm okay with that. like i wanted more for shiv and for the sibs but that was never gonna happen

living for the karoline hugo rivalry

STEWYYYY

okay stewy queer confirmed <3 like we all knew but still. also that line is gonna sustain the kenstewys for months

GERRIII and immediate zoom on roman lol

noo roman he seemed so weirdly okay until now. the pill scene is coming up huh

jesus i. i can't think of anything to say. poison

so my guess right now is. kendall is becoming logan but he also loses the vote. so he did That for nothing

it's literally 1x06. kendall sitting where logan sat, frank doing the notes

they're 4-4 and roman's next. 1x06 babyyyyyy

you could argue he made a different choice because he voted for kendall this time but. just like 1x06 he was pressured into that vote by a guy who uses physical violence against him. still with the parallels

they just said 6-6? did they count votes we didn't hear or am i an idiot

please don't threaten suicide right now ken. now's not the time

i think lying about the waiter is the worst thing kendall has ever done and that includes the scene with roman just before

i hate that roman said iverson and sophie aren't kendall's kid (real 'just playing devil's advocate' move) but i loooooove that he defended shiv <3

living for disillusioned roman. he might make kendall kill himself but he knows what's up

yeah i don't see an ending where kendall lives

tomgreg final breakup <3 i hope greg dies in a ditch

gerri's safe <333333

the romelukas ao3 potential though

good ending because ebba wins. can't believe i have the url of someone who won succession

roman drinking a martini :((((

roman drinking a martini :))))))

jesus christ kendall and colin

don't go near the water kendall. kendall listen to me.

okay think i'm gonna do a round-up post

[yungimmortals]

moving day | joel & jade

date: august 17th, 2021 summary: yeah that’ll be one vegetarian everything but the kitchen sink (“and yes that includes pineapple, thank you”) pizza

Jade dropped her overfull suitcase on the ground unceremoniously. He’d move it to the bed in a bit, since he planned on living out of it for the next three weeks, but for now she was interested in exploring the cabin that looked like nobody bothered to clean since it was last lived in. With pillows, blankets, and cushions strewn about into some sort of half-collapsed fort, it was at least cozy, despite the need for a bit of a revamp (and definitely a dusting).

The twins had been directed here by Chiron, who seemed less than excited about their arrival. He was probably informed of their stunt by the messenger gods that kept track of them, and the fact that they’d gotten him a PARTY PONIES: OHIO AQUATIC DIVISION shirt didn’t seem to lighten his mood very much. Whatever, Jade was still wearing his. Still, the centaur was nice, and polite, and let them know that this was the cabin that they’d be staying in, and if the twins wanted to find their siblings, most of them lived together in town. That’s right, siblings. Of course Jade was excited at the prospect, but part of her was nervous to meet them. Was one sibling not enough? What if they thought he was weird or didn’t want to interact with him? Whatever. She pushed the thoughts from her brain as she took a seat on her suitcase and let out a huff. “I can’t believe we went all the way to West Virginia and didn’t even see Mothman. We’re going back, since we’re closer than before.” He picked up a pillow to hold to his chest. “I want him to lay eggs in me like I’m a caterpillar and he’s a wasp.”

Ducking out from under a sheet that was tacked up between a wall and the corner of a long-unused bunk, Joel let out a low whistle. "Look how cool this place is, buddy." He reached up to scratch the chin of the bearded dragon perched on his shoulder. Where Jade had brought his stuff in before exploring, Joel had practically bolted into the cabin, ditching his suitcase in favor of exploring the place he'd be calling home for the foreseeable future. 

 He came to a stop in front of a wall of photos in the corner. Or what had been a wall of photos. The paint was discolored in places, sun-bleached from being covered for so long, he guessed. Here and there, a few stubborn pieces of tape still stuck to the wall. There were only a few photographs left and the sun had done a number on them too. "Jay, come check this out," Joel called, gingerly removing a photo from the wall as his twin entered the cabin. 

 When he didn't immediately come over to see the very cool thing he wanted to show him, he wandered out of the half-collapsed fort and back into the cabin's main area— just in time to hear Jade's Mothman discourse. "Oh, eugh. Gross. You would." Joel nudged her shoulder with a laugh. "I'm totally down to go back, just...give me two weeks before I have to get back in a car. My legs thank you in advance. They be achy. Oh, hey, look at this." Remembering the photograph in his hand, Joel let it flutter down to Jade's lap. "Think these were the other kids Chiron was talking about? Sure is a lot of 'em. They can't all be...right? Right?"

Jade grinned up at Joel as he bumped into him. He’d been hoping for a bit of a shudder, but he'd said far worse to him, so it was no surprise that Joel wasn't too off-put. "Yeah, I'm good not having to drive a couple hundred miles to get a bed and a shower." He stretched his legs out in front of him, grabbed the photograph that Joel had given him, and stood, inspecting the picture as he folded over, stretching out his back. "Hmm. You're wondering how much our father, who art on Olympus, got around?" Jade straightened up and twisted his neck to the side so that he could crack it, then reached up to scratch under Toothless's chin. 

 "I don't know. You think they're all here?" Jade held up the picture so that the two of them could inspect it together. "Maybe some moved away? And..." She pointed at two of the faded faces. "Are those the freaking clones? No way I'm related to a clone." He cracked a smile and then pointed at Joel. "Unless twins is a cover up. Who's the original? I call it."

"A shower!" Joel crowed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He lifted the collar of his shirt and took a sniff— yeah he was definitely (over)due for one. "Remind me to do that after we get settled. But heck, we're so close to the moth, the man, the legend. That'll be an easy trip when we feel up to it again. Maybe next time Toothless will pull his weight on the trip, eh?" When Jade cracked his neck, Joel made a face at the sound, as if he hadn't done the same exact thing the moment he'd extricated himself from their car. "He's a god, obviously, he fucks. Weren't the Greeks all about hedonism? Oh snap, that is them!" This was directed at the photo in Jade's hand, faded faces smiling up at him from the no-longer glossy picture. His smile mirrored that of his twin. "I'm the original, you broke the mold. Too cool for us all."

Jade barked a “ha!” at Joel’s description of Mothman, her eyes bright as she looked up at him. “Yeah, and then the Romans created stoicism to balance them out. All killjoys. Definitely do not fuck.” She pointed at Joel and bared her teeth in a grin so wide it was practically a grimace, her eyes crinkling up. “Of course you’d say that. I say I’m the original, you just improved the structure. Better posture, more muscle mass, but you sacrificed the most important part.” She stuck her tongue out. “My excellent personality.” 

 She stretched her arms behind her head as she yawned. “What do you say? We scope out the sibs before we sink our teeth in? Find out what they’re like?”

"Definitely not," he agreed with a laugh. "Hey, these muscles were hard work. Chopping wood really bulks you up. That and carrying Mrs. Wainwright's great dane for a mile when he gives up halfway through our walks but I have to get him back to her house somehow." Joel stuck his tongue out at her in return. "I could never hold a candle to your winning personality." 

Switching his attention to the photograph again, he shrugged one shoulder. "Might be a good idea. I dunno, I'm up for it if you are. Although, I've already got the best sibling right here." He slung an arm around Jade's shoulder and gave her a squeeze. Truthfully, he was excited to meet more potential siblings if there were any to be found. But at the same time, he had Jade. And the two of them had only ever really needed each other. Judging by the state of the cabin, he assumed any of their other relatives lived in town, if they'd stuck around at all. "Think they're all weirdos?"

“I never said they weren’t,” Jade replied breezily. “But that heart... maybe I am the clone. I would’ve left the dog to find his own way home. What can be programmed more easily, empathy for Scoob or a cool ass personality? Robots can be cool...” He trailed off as he considered each of the different options, as if he were actually wondering which of the two of them was a clone. 

“Well, duh, same.” Jade laughed and reached around Joel so that he could pinch his side. He were nervous, but the prospect of something new was so tantalizing it made him ignore the fear of rejection. He snorted. “If they’re related to us, I’d put money on it. Plus, you know, clones and jerks without shadows? Sounds like the right kind of weird.” He ground his teeth together as he grinned once more.

Joel jostled Jade, laughing. "Now, c'mon. You couldn't leave ol' Scooby behind.  He would've howled all sad as you walked away. Robots are cool. You a robot?" He made a surprised sound at being pinched, swatting Jade's hand away. "Truuuue. Y'know, it was the shadow that got me. What were the odds, honestly. I thought we were the only freaks like that." He snapped some finger guns at his twin. At the same time, his stomach growled loudly. "Unpack then food? Food then unpack? I wanna head into town to explore. How expensive do you think it is around here? I've got—" From his pocket, Joel produced a piece of lint, a very crumpled five dollar bill, and the drachmas they'd been gifted. "I've got enough. You hungry?"

Jade snorted and rolled her eyes, a crooked smile clear on her face. "And I would've turned my music up." She shook her head, as stiffly as she could managed and blinked at two different times with her eyes. "No. I am. Hu-man." She smiled and shook her head. "Nah, I knew there were others out there, I believed." When her stomach growled in response, she laughed. "I'm liking option two. We can check out what food they have out in town? Two birds?" She raised her eyebrows at Joel.

"That's some chameleon-type shit," he said matter-of-factly, then flicked a coin from his hand at Jade, trusting them to catch it. His flannel was already tossed over the corner of a bunk and Joel snagged it. Pulling it on over his PARTY PONIES tee,  he surveyed the cabin once more. His expression turned wistful. This would be home for them. This strange town filled with more strange things in one place than they had ever seen before. Joel was desperate to get out and explore. He nodded at her. "Yeah, that sounds solid. Two birds, one drachma. And maybe an extra large pizza."

[in-tua-deep]

How would Ravenclaw! Klaus react to the ghosts in Hogwarts? Like, would he ignore them until he realizes everyone else can see them? Does he discover that he can make ghosts corporeal and/or levitation and telekinesis now that he's not on drugs? Does he accidentally talk to a ghost that no one else can see, like the ghost of a muggle, and everyone thinks he's crazy? Basically, what are your Klaus headcannons for your HP AU? (Sorry if this was too long, I've just been thinking about this alot.)

asdfFGDH no worries - I also like the idea of Ravenclaw!Klaus but for the purpose of this au he is a baby Slytherin bless his heart

okay okay okay

So the thing is, while the kids stay at the school for winter break and that’s fine, they have to go somewhere for the summer. Headmistress McGonagall took them for the remainder of the summer before they went into their first year, yeah, but she wasn’t exactly planning on housing seven magical kids. She was just the best bet to transfigure them seven beds (can you say bunk beds?) as a temporary measure

The summer between first and second year they end up with the Weasleys who have an empty nest after Ginny moved out. They have room for seven magical kids at least, even if they kind of tiptoe around one another and it’s kind of an awkward placing

Molly Weasley is very physically affectionate and loud. The kids are very used to violence and getting yelled at so this is not a fantastic combination. Five thinks Arthur Weasley is an idiot of the highest degree after several questions regarding muggle things (and the other won’t say it but they’re kind of thinking it as well) not to mention their general wariness of male parental or authority figures. 

Diego volunteers to cook with Mrs. Weasley and likes it but then immediately feels guilty because that’s something he did with Grace and he misses her so he swings wildly between liking Mrs. Weasley and hating her for not being Grace and then feeling guilty for liking her AND guilty for hating her and it’s a vicious cycle 

Luther still resents the fact that they can’t go home, even if he’s starting to clue in to the fact that the way Reginald treated them was way beyond not normal and that he’s actually way safer than he’s ever been before? It’s weird and he feels guilty for what he perceives as disloyalty for enjoying himself and having fun and so he’s kind of moody like Diego is

(this combination is somewhat explosive oops. at least they don’t share a room unlike they did at McGonagall’s place)

now this is a somewhat long winded way of saying that during the summer, the Weasley kids do come and visit their mother of course! And, one fateful day, one half of a matched pair shows up to cheerfully cause chaos. George Weasley comes home with a big smile and free samples from the shop to distribute among the little kiddies under his parents roof - have to keep them on their toes after all!

And Klaus sees ghosts. Which, if you said this to any wizard or witch, they would nod and tell you that they also see ghosts! Except Klaus sees more than the ones like Nearly Headless Nick and the Bloody Baron. He sees souls that are only wispily tied to the world, who haven’t had time to solidify their presence. Who follow behind their family.

Now, Klaus doesn’t mention this. It’s not normal, after all, and all of the Hargreeves have agreed to keep their... extra issues under wraps in case the grown ups decide to return them or something, or decide they aren’t magic after all, or whatever. They’re eleven going on twelve they’re allowed to be afraid.

So Klaus doesn’t mention anything when the red headed man comes in followed by an identical (albeit slightly younger) man. Klaus only cottons onto the fact that this man is a ghost because Molly Weasley introduces George to them and not the other one. No one notices the other one. And they’ve seen pictures, they know that there used to be Fred-and-George until the war happened and then there was only-George. 

(related: Klaus is actually very happy with the wizarding world ghosts and also very pissed off about them. On the bright side, the killing curse leaves no visible wounds! So there’s not as many incredibly disturbing traumatizing ghosts to look at! Downside here is that Klaus cannot tell if a ghost is a ghost. Unless they’re wearing fancy ass historical period clothes :/

Klaus memorizes pretty much all the years students out of sheer self defense. If there someone who Klaus knows Is Not a Student, he just quietly asks the nearest sibling who is In The Know about his powers

He gets anxious when they’re out in like, hogsmeade or diagon alley though, or when there are a lot of strangers. his general rule of thumb is to only interact with people his siblings interact with, or people who he touches first. He’s perfected the ‘accidental bump’ move thank you

The other sibs are all very accommodating because if Klaus’s secret gets out, then all their secrets get out)

Anyway so Klaus’s modus opperandi is to ignore ignore ignore! Usually if ghosts don’t realize he can see them, they leave him alone. Unfortunately, Klaus is sharing Fred-and-George’s old room with Ben (they organized themselves this way so that Ben can wake Klaus up when he has nightmares)

and Fred floats up to reminisce while Klaus is in there and Klaus would ignore him except he keeps making comments and looking sad and just UGH and he’s lurking in front of the door and Klaus can’t just walk through him to leave. That’s weird and gross. So eventually, eventually, Klaus snaps at him “Can you please move?”

and he’s tired and he had nightmares last night (he can’t just ask Five to carve the good dream runes into some random lady’s son’s bed) and he just wants to go downstairs okay?? and he’s not thinking about it and the guy looks young and friendly and almost alive and it just slips out

and Fred stands there in shock for a solid second before finally whispering a simple - “You can see me?”

and this is a mistake

Fred tries to convince Klaus so hard to tell George and to pass messages and and and - he’s just so excited! He’s been following George around, watching him wallow in grief and watching his family wallow in grief and he’d thought that ghosts were just. Ghosts. He didn’t realize it was even possible, this invisible existence. He’s been silent for so long 

But Klaus is a traumatized eleven year old okay he is Not About Any of This

eventually Fred gets it into his head that he’s freaking the kid out and softens, because Fred’s always been pretty good with kids anyway. He listens when Klaus haltingly explains why no one can know and then kind of hedges, because Fred is really nice, so he makes a deal

He’ll tell George about Fred, but only when he’s 17 and a legal adult in wizarding society with no chance of being sent back into Reginald’s grasp. Fred thinks this is stupid, but he’s waited fourish years already and didn’t expect to have any chance so (and Klaus is very adamant about keeping away from his ex-Dad and Fred knows there’s a reason)

anyway Fred follows Klaus when he goes back to Hogwarts to start second year. Well, kind of. He splits time between the shop/lurking after George and then going to bug Klaus. Klaus is very resistant to this at first, because if the other ghosts realize he can talk to Fred, then they’ll want to talk to him.

Fred fixes it though by basically just going around (because Fred is still legendary and his pranks are to be feared and all the ghosts in Hogwarts uniforms with haunted eyes that fell defending their school know that) and warning them off. He takes requests and messages and passes them to Klaus to write down in a notebook to be distributed when Klaus hits 17 - so Klaus isn’t bothered by any ghosts

besides being bros with Fred is actually a very excellent thing to be because Fred knows everything about the school. He knows all the secret passageways and all the trick steps and trap doors and empty rooms. He mentions missing having a map in passing, but tells Klaus it would have been so much cooler to have an invisible ghost to scout ahead and warn them about professors or anyone coming

Klaus doesn’t keep Fred secret from the others, so the whole family gets to benefit from Fred’s vast knowledge

(Klaus’s written test grades increase, to the bafflement of his professors - it certainly helps having a ghost to help you cheat!

none of the family are above cheating tbh, they are all very wary of the concept of failure in general and are willing to do a lot to avoid becoming acquainted with the consequences of failing)

Klaus probably figures out making ghosts corporeal when he’s hmm. 15? There is. a lot of drama in Klaus’s fifth year and it’s stressful and there is an Incident where Fred going corporeal saves Klaus’s life

(Fred helps out a lot in Klaus’s fifth year, actually, the kids would probably be in serious trouble without him)

anyway this sparks another freak out where Fred says they HAVE to tell George - because this changes everything!! They fight and don’t speak for like two entire weeks before Fred comes back and grudgingly apologizes. After so long hanging around the Hargreeves, he knows very well that they were Super Fucking Abused and are fearful of being returned for Good Reason

so Fred gets to be the one that Klaus practices with and figure out corporeal ghost stuff with

I’m going to say no levitation/telekinesis in this au (pending the results of season two maybe?) but I will say that the first year flying class? Klaus fucking excels. You think about Klaus on a broom and it should be a disaster, but Klaus is the best flyer in Hogwarts, he treats the broom almost as an extension of himself

Slytherin keeps trying to recruit him onto the quidditch team but Klaus always laughs it off saying that he’s not a jock - also his flying skills do not translate into catching/throwing skills thanks. He’s graceful as all fuck but if you try throw him a quaffle or whatever, he will drop it

i feel like it should be noted that with all seven of them, the Hargreeves could form their own quidditch team lmao

But yeah to sum up, Klaus ignores ghosts (his housemates tease him about being scared of ghosts and he laughs them off), he does discover his ability to make ghosts corporeal due to no drugs, no levitation/telekinesis, he can absolutely see ghosts that wizards can’t see (and not every wizard/witch who dies becomes the wizarding version of a ghost), and I have headcanons about Klaus being very good on a broom lmao

[secret-engima]

A gift thing for @sparklecryptid since thine computer hath died. Been meaning to do this for a while actually, but finally got it down. I call it: In Which Ace meets Tiny Child Nyx, Libertus Is Having a Crisis, and Why Is Cor Wearing Makeup That Looks Like The Scourge.

...

     Ace should have known his day was about to go weird. It was just- one of those days. Where everything felt strange and the clouds overhead had just a little too much power in their rumble to not have Ramuh lurking somewhere inside them.

     Still, it was a nice, if cloudy day outside and he’d had plans to hang out with Nyx and Lib and Selena today for a month now. He wasn’t going to let a bit of uneasy feelings stop him.

     He should really, REALLY know better than to tempt fate like that by now.

     They were all talking as they walked down the street when there was a- blip. Or glitch. A moment where Insomnia shivered around them and Ace’s magic JERKED like there was a hook in his navel, trying to yank him sideways. It stopped almost as soon as it started, but from Nyx’s and Lib’s cursing, he wasn’t the only one. A moment later Nyx was spinning in place in alarm and Ace felt his stomach drop in cold fear and anger when they realized Selena WASN’T THERE ANYMORE.

     They started to search frantically, so caught up in looking that they didn’t notice that Insomnia itself was different for at least fifteen minutes. Not until Ace tried to take a shortcut he’d been using for ages and found a dead end instead. The surprise made him stop short, and once he stopped he became aware of Insomnia’s magic. It felt different. It felt foreign. He could feel it rippling and twitching, poking and prodding at him in a way it hadn’t since the day he first set foot in its walls.

     What was going on?

     Ace emerged from the alley again, looked around with new eyes and realized that all of Insomnia was … a little bit different. A little tweaked. It was enough to creep him out and make his skin crawl as he grabbed Nyx by the elbow and pointed it out to him. Nyx made a face, and Lib growled low in his throat, “So what in the world is going on? Insomnia couldn’t have just changed. Cities don’t do that!”

     “And yet,” Ace drawled despite himself, “here we are, and it’s not like there’s two Insomnias around here.”

     Nyx huffed a laugh, “Yeah, that would be something a little too much like an episode of that bad sci-fi show Selena likes to watch. With doubles of us running around or something-.”

     Magic flared, spiraled out and twisted like a firework on Ace’s senses, loud and emotive in a way Ace had never felt magic be before as something warped out of nowhere to tackle Libertus, “Lib!”

     Nyx reached for his kukri and Libertus flailed as if to grab the thing that had just smacked into him and throw it. Ace did neither only because his magic senses were screeching with the realization his brain was still trying to process as Libertus and Nyx both got a good look at the limpet around Libertus’s neck and … froze.

     Flyaway velvet black hair in ratty Ulric braids and big, big blue eyes and a smile that was two parts mischief and one part pure joy, the little boy that looked like he’d come straight out of Nyx’s baby pictures leaned back enough to look at Libertus’s face and gush, “Found you! You’re big! How’d you get so big, Lib?”

     Libertus gaped. Opened his mouth, closed it, instinctively raised his arms to support the boy hanging off his neck and rasped, “…Nyx?”

     The little boy’s grin grew bigger, “Yeah. Who else would I be?”

     Nyx- Ace’s Nyx- made a strangled, garbled sound in the back of his throat that Ace agreed with wholeheartedly. Because this kid looked just like Nyx at that age, and he knew Libertus, but he also had magic clear as day on Ace’s senses (it felt like the bright flare-snap of fireworks and the gurgling rush of jungle waterfalls and the tang of ozone, unique and different from Regis’s magic, or Ace’s).

     Another magic, this one tasting decidedly of Regis’s but with more ozone in it, flared in anger-worry-annoyance and all three Galahdians turned to face the person stomping his way down the sidewalk, pushing anyone too slow to move out of his way with one arm while the other supported the child on his hip, “Nyx Ulric get back here you little scrap rat so freaking help me-!”

     Child!Nyx just laughed and waved cheerfully at the approaching teenager, “Cor’l! Cor’l look! I found a big Lib!”

     The teenager came to a stop in front of them and Ace had a heart attack twice over because one: that was a teenage Cor Leonis glaring at them in confusion and two: his face. It took a moment of horrified staring to realize it was makeup, because it was an almost perfect replica of Ardyn’s face when the Scourge was on full display and it was terrifying.

     Then he had a third one because the child perched on Cor Leonis’s hip was Libertus. A tiny Libertus who couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and now that he was looking was that … was that a baby sling over Leonis’s shoulders?

     Movement stirred over Leonis’s back and Ace managed a strangled noise at the sight of a little Selena, no more than two years old surely, peaking over Leonis’s shoulder in curiosity.

     The teenaged Immortal in Scourge makeup stared at them. They stared back. Then he sighed and held out his free hand, “Nyx. Nyx come here.”

     “No.”

     A dark scowl made terrifying by the makeup, “Nyx Ulric Lucis Caelum,” he growled, “Come here. That is not Libertus. You should know better than to warp to strangers.”

     Little Nyx just clung tighter to Libertus’s neck, ignoring the vaguely hysterical look on Libertus’s face as he pouted, “No. Big Lib. Mine now.”

     Little Libertus sighed, looking far too put upon for a small child, “Nyx, no.”

     “Nyx, yes.”

     Cor Leonis’s eye twitched, then he took a deep breath and eyed them skeptically, “You’re really Libertus Ostium and Nyx Ulric?”

     Two very numb nods and Cor sighed, “I thought the city was acting up this morning. Come on, Aulea will probably have an explanation for this and I won’t be able to pry Nyx off with a crowbar at this point.”

     Ace opened his mouth, “You’re just- gonna accept this? Adult doubles of two kids and a stranger and you’re fine with it?”

     “You’re Galahdians, aren’t you? You’re Clan. Besides this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Now come on.”

     With nothing really better to do in the wake of the child version of Nyx happily perched in Libertus’s arms, they did.

     Ace had a feeling today was going to be a Headache.

(Swapping to HC format for convenience):

-Cor’s Coeurl shows up halfway to the Citadel with Ace’s Selena in tow. No one is sure why they got separated, but she’s here now, and is frankly the only person of Ace’s group handling the situation calmly (sorta. But instead of panic she’s more hyper fixated on BABY NYX. SO CUTE. SHE GETS TO BE THE BIG SIB FOR ONCE YES.)

-Regis knows in an instant who Ace is, Ace wants to know why Regis has a more mild version of Scourge makeup on.

-Also why does he have both an Ulric braid and a marriage braid. Regis isn’t Galahdian  w h a t.

-Who is the red-haired Galahdian at Regis’s side, watching them with sharp eyes and also Scourge makeup and ANOTHER COEURL. WHAT.

-What do you mean you’re Vitae, what’s that. What do you mean you were adopted by Galahd. What do you mean GALAHD IS STILL STANDING. W H A T.

-ALSO WHY DO BOTH BBY NYX AND BBY LIB AND BBY SELENA ALL HAVE UNIQUE MAGIC SIGNATURES. WHY CAN BBY NYX WARP. SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN. AND BRING ALCOHOL. ACE NEEDS A DRINK VERY BADLY PLS.

-Group ends up going to Galahd, which is an angst trip and a half and also a total SHOCK because WALL. MAGIC WALL THAT ISN’T THE INSOMNIAN ONE. TONS OF GALAHDIANS.

-Galahd reaches out her magic to the group the moment they enter this second Wall and Ace almost CRIES at the feel of it. Of a Galahd that is not only unburned but breathing with magic, generations upon generations of magic that have turned the isles to something semi-sentient in their own right.

-Ace does cry when they get to the Sage’s home and its Ardyn, dressed in native Galahd garb, with a cluster of smol magical children around him telling stories.

-Ardyn doesn’t hesitate to sweep this strange Galahdian boy from another dimension into his arms in comfort, his magic reaching out fearlessly to tangle with Nyx’s and Libertus’s as well.

-They figure out how to send them back in like- two days but don’t actually send them back for like- a week because Displaced Galahdians from An Angsty Universe. Must Mother. Must Comfort. Must Cuddle.

-Nyx and Lib spend 90% of the visit with the younger counterpart of their best friend clinging like a monkey to their back because BIG FRIEND. HI BIG SIB FRIEND. Also Nyx just about cries over the cuteness of having a Tiny!Lib trying vainly to Mom Him into being Safe and Reasonable. Lib could bang his head against the wall trying to keep up with a hyper Warptastic child Nyx (he’s never going to complain about the Warptastic adult version again- Warptastic Kiddo Nyx is SO MUCH WORSE-.)

-Ace gets universally Mommed by every Galahdian he meets. He has an entire PACK of Ostium plus Regis following him around in concern. It would drive Ace crazy except they are all projecting love-concern-ours-ours through their magic and its hard to get mad when someone cares that much about you.

-Selena meets Cor’s Bellum wife Adrastia. It’s a match made in Chaos. They get along far too well for comfort. Many things are set on fire. Adrastia offers to share her magic, Ace manages to shut that idea down only because they have to go back to their world eventually and Selena might not cope well with having the magic taken away from her during the return trip.

-All of Galahd plus Regis and Co universally plan to murder some Nifs for the story Ace and the others tell. Of a Galahd that burned. Of a Galahd with no Vitae, no Sage, no protection when Mors pulled back the Wall.

-Nyx gets to meet Callida. Callida is Bursting With Mom Pride and totally teaches him new warp techniques.

-Ace realizes that Cor is universally called “Cor’l” (Coeurl) by Galahd and that it’s not an accent thing and almost dies of hysterical laughter.

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Getting Better

Because no one needs her home Or needs her around

She was distant though she was loving. Soft like stained glass- bright in the daylight but so easy to shatter with thunder and lightning.

Drift was so proud of her, so very proud of her being strong in all the ways he had forgotten how to be-

“Froggy, can we talk?”

Mimi looked at him, and her eyes dulled over as she nodded.

She followed him, through the dining room and out the back door into the wide backyard. He looked around, seeing the superimposed image of a white picket fence and remembering seeing her chase around her siblings with a smile so full and yet so empty.

He sat down on the edge of the porch, legs crossed and she followed suit- her legs dangled off the edge, one prosthetic knee creaking slightly as her feet swung.

The silence was tangible, like spun wool and cotton fibers. Dandelion seeds hovering without a breeze to carry them.

“You’ve done well.”

She looked up.

He was looking down, his eyes damp and his face unpainted as he smiled like he carried lead in his chest.

“You’ve done so well... without me. It’s almost terrifying. You learned so many things, so many things I had no real clue about- and without anyone to teach you.”

“I-”

“We all leaned on you so much, you know that?”, he continued, raising a hand to gently dissuade her words, her instinct to shoulder everyone’s hurts and blame, “We leaned and leaned and never realized how much we had taken- stolen, from you without realizing it. You’ve sacrificed so much.”

“I wanted to.”

“Did you, kiddo?”, he asked gently, without judgement, “Or were you so terrified of losing what you’d found that you spent every piece of yourself to make sure you kept it close?”

Silence.

“It took you breaking apart, it took you raising your fists and shedding tears for us to really... figure it out. Especially Perceptor and I.”

Mimi looked away, blushing all the way down her neck and chest in embarassment.

“Hey, hey- don’t be ashamed.”, he said, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, “I’dve clocked me and Percy too.”

“I... I didn’t mean to get so angry, I didn’t mean to lash out-!”

“We never should have made you feel like it was necessary, Mimosa. Percy and I especially should not have let you back that far into a corner. Not with what we’ve lived; what I’ve lived.”

Mimi faced forward again, sniffling softly as her eyes beaded up with tears and her fingers curled into childlike fists against the porch, “I just.. I...”

Drift was quiet, and let her speak; let her hang her head and hiccup her tears out as he moved a lock of hair that slid free of her ponytail away from her face.

“I didn’t want the sibs to... to leave me behind like. Like everyone e-else.”

She coughed, “Everyone disappears- everyone goes away and I’m so scared of it, Dad! Birdy and Ratchet and Papaceptor and... and you. Everyone leaves, and forgets.”

Her tears came faster, “A-And I thought its because I was bad, that I can’t be loved like other kids- cause I-I’m c-consp-spawn like that shitty wannabe called me back on the sh-ship!”

Drift felt his chest tighten, hearing that word drip from her lips like something toxic and rotting; oozing down like moldspores and stale oil to drizzle its stain over her spirit.

“S-So I said to myself that I was gonna b-be better. I was gonna be the BEST big sister and then... then maybe someone could stay. Cause they loved me.”

Drift felt his heart break at how small her voice was. Mimi, who’d already lost and gained and lost over and over again. Mimi, who watched one father ice over only for another to vanish. To have the ghost of one hovering around her only to be rejected upon meeting and he hooked an arm around her shoulders.

She had stayed small, like Perceptor. Small and sharp-witted; conniving and observant but still... still there were similarities to Drift- to who Drift once was a thousand times over.

Lost. Scared. Hungry for praise and affection.

And she had stayed so silent, watching him with Dani. With QD and Chrona and Kiki. Silent and soft and fading herself into the background for the sake of everyone else and now he pulled her into his lap and held her close.

And she cried.

She didn’t wail or scream or sob; her tears rolled down and she hiccuped and the sore spot on his cheek where her fist had connected a week prior stung as he clenched his jaw.

“Sssssshshshshshhh...”

“I just w-w-wanted to h-have parents!”

“I know, li’l one, I know. I’ll never be able to make up what I’ve done, Mimi, no matter what you say- but I’m here now, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”, he murmured as she buried her face into his shirt and hiccuped a cough, “It’s alright, you’re okay- Dad’s here.”

“Wh-when Papaceptor when to the prison pit I thought he’d never c-come home and I was right.”, she rasped, “He came back so cold, Dad, I had to watch over him so much and I still lost him. I’d crawl into bed with him and just listen to him b-breathe.”

“You did good, froggy.”

“He stopped s-saying I l-love you.”, she continued, “Whirl tried to help for a while but he went a-away and I didn’t have a-anyone. It was just m-me and Papa.”, a soft sob, “And then we had to go on the LL and I met you and... and...”

“And it felt like all the stories were lies.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“I’m so sorry, Mimi- I’m so so fucking sorry.”

His voice rumbled behind his chest and he held her tight; trying desperately to make up for all the times he should have been there, should have saved her and protected her and he wasn’t. He heard the creak of someone standing behind him, and his head turned sharply to glance over his shoulder with a growl in his throat.

Perceptor raised his hands, his black eye still prominent even after several days, “It’s just me, love. I heard crying and... Oh, Mimi...”

She looked up, her face smudged in tears and exhaustion, and screwed her eyes shut as Perceptor knelt down with worry on his bruised features.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, little one, it’s alright, no one’s upset with you.”, he murmured as Drift’s embrace loosed enough for her to look up properly. Even as she had grown up, she had stayed the same- her dark circles had grown, her smile had become weary but she still seemed the same.

It pulled at the spiderweb scars around Perceptor’s heart, regret dancing along them like spindly creatures at dusk.

He sat down next to them, and Drift moved Mimi to be between them.

Perceptor fussed over her hair, smiling at her thickened giggle.

“You know... even after G9; I was so proud of you.”, he hummed, his hand cupping her cheek, “I wasn’t able to say it, I wish I had- I wish things hadn’t gone the way they did, Froggy. You deserved better than that.”

She opened her mouth to speak, to say its okay, and Perceptor fixed her with a stern but affectionate look.

“Don’t you try and say everything’s alright- because it’s not. You suffered, little one, and it isn’t fair that it took a haymaker to get that point across- a haymaker you inherited somehow from Drift AND Whirl, genetics be damned.”

Drift huffed, “More from me, I’d think.”

“Doubtful.”

“Whirl swings like a drunk clown.”

“And you don’t? Bold claim, darling.”

Mimi giggled again, letting herself lean against Perceptor’s side as Drift’s hand rested against her back like a comforting presence.

“You’ve gone far beyond anything anyone could have guess, Mimi.”, said Perceptor, “And it’s high time Drift and I put our money where our mouth is. We both have hurt you, possibly irreparably. We’ve... we’ve given you baggage.”

Drift nodded, “But... we want to do better. For you. Because we love you, kiddo.”

She brightened, a little of the dullness fading from her eyes.

Perceptor’s smile was tired, but gentle, “You’re our Mimi- and it’s about time we stepped up. I left you behind once; perhaps not physically, but mentally. Emotionally.”

“And.. I just wasn’t there. And then I was there but in a dumber form.”, added Drift with a sigh.

“So from now on, all that is done. No more lip service. No more acting high and mighty.”

Mimi nodded, “O-Okay.”

Perceptor nodded with finality, “Good.”

And then, immediately and absently, moved to rub sleep from his black eye and swore in a hiss when pain shot through his face.

“Fucking HELL.”

“PAPA you gotta be careful!”

“Smooth move sniper.”

“Drift, you I can toss like a sack of flour.”

“And I can toss both of you! C’mon, you both need to put ice on those about now anyway, and I need to make breakfast.”

Both parents couldn’t help chuckling at Mimi’s frown- half Drift’s sour squint and half Perceptor’s deadpan as she got to her feet and they followed her lead. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve as Drift ruffled her hair and Perceptor gently swatted his hand, immediately setting to smooth out her ponytail as she rolled still teary eyes.

They’d get better now; she could feel it- just like when Birdy came back. Just like when she held Quickdraw the first time.

She’d be better now- the right kind of better, the whole kind.

“Drift I swear, her wild hair is from you!”

“Big words from mister ten pounds of product or everything mats up!”

[cynoirsure]

coconut pancakes | cyj

pairing — little brother!yeonjun & older sis!reader

word count — 2,148

genre — fluff

summary — your brother comes to stay during your last few weeks of break. did you forget to mention he was famous and part of the rookie group tomorrow x together? and he’s the idiot who threw out his back too.

warnings/tags — some minor language, but nonetheless this is all just pure sibling love!

a/n — originally this was gonna be part of the rush!beta tau universe and this was gonna be choi sib fluff :] but i decided to not do it!! i love yeonjun like a little brother although hes a month older than me, and also the reader and yeonjun are irish twins! so they’re born within a year of each other but they’re not twins, hence the reason why they’re so close! enjoy some fluff!! 

also, there’s some lingo in here that i totally forgot to edit to say what they were, but konbini is slang for the convenience store and TLJ is just tous les jours, which is a bakery hehe~

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The last days of your first summer vacation of university were upon you. 

You had spent a majority of your time either in summer classes (which was seriously, your worst decision ever. It might have been to get the classes you do during the fall and spring semester out of the way, but sitting in a film class from 7 to 10 pm every night? Not only was it hard keeping awake in class every night, but now you can’t watch a movie without analyzing the camera angles and if the music was diegetic or non-diegetic) or working, and while you were happy you had a stable job with a good pay, this meant that you were rarely ever home. The restaurant that you were working at was only open for dinner service, and you as a server worked until midnight and didn’t get home until 1 am. 

Thankfully enough, the summer classes had ended. You had two weeks before you had to pack up everything and move back into your dorms for 15 weeks and repeat the whole process over again, and you were going to spend every moment that you weren’t working catching up on the sleep that film class robbed of you.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

See, your younger brother was an idol. An idol from the group Tomorrow X Together, who had been real popular in recent months for being a popular rookie group. You knew they were two awards in and you knew something in your gut was telling you that the end of the year awards show might either make or break them personally. 

Alas, their schedules had been stopped for a while. Their leader had an infection in his eye and the eldest member had thrown out his back out or something.

Your brother had been the one to throw out his back, by the way. 

Your parents thought it would be best for you to have Yeonjun stay over in your apartment, which was near your university in Seoul. You didn’t mind, but you felt a little bad because you were rarely home and that meant Yeonjun was lonely for most days.

On days you were home though, you tried to spend as much time as you can with him. The two of you would usually lounge around on the couch and talk about what the other missed while they were away, things that couldn’t be said in your family group chat. Yeonjun filled you in with all his wild stories from when he was in America with his band mates, and you filled him in with all your stories from your first year in college. It was something that you dearly missed, and since you two were close in age, you had a lot of similarities that weren’t just physically obvious.

The only difference between you two was that he was an early bird and you were a night owl. Yeonjun was used to the schedules waking him up at the hours that you would call it a night. The two of you had attempted to adjust your sleep schedules for the other, but he had also only been over for a few days and you were still getting used to sleeping earlier to adjust.

“Noona… I’m hungry.”

Yeonjun sleepily walked into your room, ruffling his hair. You were knocked out asleep, given the fact that you had only gone to sleep an hour or two prior to your younger brother coming into your room. He made his way to lay on top of you, earning a groan from under the bedsheets. You reached over to hit him with one of the Apeach plushes on your bed, the weight on your bed dipping and the younger boy clinging onto you.

“Why can’t you just cook for yourself? You keep saying in your lives that you’re the best cook but honestly, I’m starting to doubt it.” You mumbled sleepily, Yeonjun whining above you. 

“Because noona, you don’t even have spaghetti. I can’t make spaghetti olio e aglio without spaghetti noodles…” Yeonjun nudged you softly, the pout that’s usually in his voice coming out more. “Plus, it’s like, 8:30. You need a regular eating schedule too, noona.” Yeonjun managed to pull you upright, letting you sit up on your own. You grabbed onto your pillow, blindly patting for your glasses before unfolding them and putting them on. Yeonjun had moved off your bed and opened your curtains, the bright light that’s usually hidden by your no-show curtains feeling like the artificial light after watching a movie in class. 

“That can’t be the only reason, you and I both know that there’s a konbini and a TLJ across the street from here, you could’ve easily just bought yourself some like. Cake or something, I don’t know what you were craving.” You felt the weight dip down on the other side of the bed, and a little huff. 

“... I missed noona’s cooking.” He whispered, leaning onto your shoulder. You stopped fiddling with the bedsheet, before sighing. You shifted slightly, Yeonjun moving off of you and both of you exiting the bedroom to go into the kitchen.

You opened your pantry, humming under your breath as you contemplated what to make for both of you for that morning. Your mind immediately went to pancakes, thinking about an early memory you both had shared.

“Yeonjunie, can you pull out the coconut milk from the fridge? Oh, and some butter and eggs…” You were busy yourself reaching for the dry ingredients from the fridge, Yeonjun’s smile splitting into a grin when he realized what you were making for him. He grabbed the refrigerated ingredients and some bowls for you, a small thank you in order as you began to measure everything. 

“Coconut pancakes? How’d you know I was craving those specifically?” Yeonjun asked, grabbing a cup from the cabinet next to your head. He began to pour himself some of the mango juice in your fridge, following you around the kitchen like a baby duckling.

“It’s your favorite. You might be famous and all now, but that doesn’t mean your taste buds have switched up on me, right?” You shooed Yeonjun out of the kitchen, the younger one already knowing that you couldn’t do anything without music playing in the background. He walked over to your speaker system, plugging in his phone and scrolling for music. After a few beats of silence, Post Malone and Swae Lee’s Sunflower started playing on the stereo, a smile creeping up on your own face when you heard the song choice.

“I approve of this.” You laughed at the way that Yeonjun wiggled along to the song, your brother grabbing a glass of juice from the refrigerator and looking out of the window. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much light in my apartment either.” You noted, combining the dry ingredients into the wet. Yeonjun only laughed at your revelation, shaking his head. 

“Because you wake up so late, noona. I thought you died when I woke up the first day here.” Yeonjun joked with no harm, but nonetheless a gasp came from you of fake offense. 

“Bitch, I thought you died when they sent out the MGMA announcement that you weren’t performing. Did you throw it back too hard? Is that why your back hurts?” You teased, the playful banter familiar to you two. Yeonjun only laughed at your worry, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know you kept up with us that heavily, noona.” You froze, the batter of the pancake that you were beginning to flip over sizzling due to the uncooked side sliding over to the heat of the pan. You continued to flip the pancake in order to prevent further damage, rolling your eyes.

“Alright, you caught me red handed. I have Twitter notifications on for you guys… And I tune into all your V Lives too.” You confessed, a grin spreading on Yeonjun’s face. He set down his glass on the kitchen island where he’d start to clear up some of the mess of papers from your classes, stacking them in a corner before sneaking up behind you and hugging you from behind. You almost screeched, thwacking his hand gently with the rubber spatula you were using to cook the pancakes. 

“Why don’t you just be affectionate with your brother like a normal sister?” Yeonjun pulled away, soothing the slap on his hand. He pulled the placemats from the drawer, placing them down and searching for the plates he had washed last night so you could put the pancakes on them after cooking them. “Hyuka’s sisters always text him, it’s cute.” 

“Because I forget the family chat exists until you text us.” Your reply comes with a soft laugh. You place half of the pancakes on your plate and the rest on his plate, grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge and putting dollops of it on top of the stacks of pancakes you had just made. “It’s not intentional, but sometimes I’m so busy that I forget to look at my phone… The only time I look is when you post something or if you send pictures to our group. And then I realize it’s too late to text you…” You frown, picking up the plates. Yeonjun reaches for one of the plates you’re carrying, humming along to the music playing. 

“You shouldn’t let that stop you, noona. Besides, we’re probably still in rehearsal by the time you’re done doing your school stuff.” Yeonjun smiled at you, nudging your shoulder as you round the table to sit next to him. You purse your lips, thinking over what your younger brother just said. “Plus, you make it seem like I’d be too tired to talk to you. Which, I never am, since we’re so close without being twins.” Yeonjun and you said grace before cutting into your pancakes, giving you time to let everything sink in. You stopped mid-chew, tears brimming at your eyes. 

“Noona? Are you okay?” Yeonjun spun your bar chair around as well as his own, squishing your cheeks. You leaned forward and gave him a tight hug, a squeak coming from him before he laughed and hugged you back. 

“I’m glad you’re my little brother, Yeonjunie. I would give you the world if it guaranteed us as siblings.” You smiled at him, Yeonjun only laughing as he rubbed your back. Sure, you weren’t the perfect older sibling, but Yeonjun knowing that you’re doing so many little things to contribute towards the success of their group was just enough for him. You decided it was a good idea to keep the conversation light again, so you hummed a note before you asked your next question.

“Are the babies treating you well?” You pulled back and continued to eat your pancakes. The mention of his younger members made Yeonjun groan, causing you to laugh. 

“I swear they’re such bullies to me, noona. You watch the lives too right? I’m BULLIED by my members every time I invite them to play games with me!” The pout in his voice was enough to make you laugh, shaking your head. 

“This is why they call you the fake maknae, Yeonjunie. You allow yourself to get bullied by the other members…” Yeonjun punched your arm lightly, grinning.

“That’s why I love staying with you, because you don’t know it but you baby me. I don’t have any responsibilities when I’m here.” He grinned. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you swallowed more of the pancakes. 

“Because you threw it back too hard. I’m supposed to look over you, I’m not a shitty sib, Yeonjunie. And because you said you don’t have responsibilities here, I’m making you wash the dishes.” You heard a whine from him, the two of you finishing up your pancakes while Jeremy Zucker played in the background. 

The dishes ended up being a partner deal, and after breakfast you two decided to go to the supermarket to pick up some more things before you headed off to work. The car ride to the supermarket was filled with music, the two of you singing obnoxiously loud to Fancy (no matter how annoying you thought the song was), as well as peppered with Yeonjun’s terrible dad jokes. (“you need to stop hanging out with Seokjin oppa. He’s tainting your already bad dad jokes.” “that’s not very nice of you”)

“Noona?” Yeonjun called your name as you were putting away the yogurt in the refrigerator, him putting the spaghetti away in the pantry. You closed the refrigerator, raising an eyebrow at your younger brother. 

“What’s up?” You saw a smile spread across his face as the two of you made eye contact, his head bobbing. 

“Nothing, I just wanted to say you’re the best, but I’m pretty sure you already know that.”

[queerhargreeves]

Five tries exercising with their binder one. Things doing go as smoothly as they had hoped.

Can also be found on AO3!

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Five shifted uncomfortably in front of mirror, grabbing at the chest of their faded grey t-shirt and pulling on it and letting it go. They watched as the shirt fell on their chest, eyeing it closely. They turned to the side and examined their side profile.

“Flat, good.” He mumbled to himself before turning to where Dolores sat on the chair behind them.

“I know I shouldn’t exercise in this,” Five rolled their eyes, “but I’m not about to ask Vanya or Allison for a sports bra. I’ve done it before, love. I can do it again.” They were adamant about that. They knew they would happily oblige but they just couldn’t do it. They were never the one to ask for help, especially about this.

During the apocalypse, Five never necessarily had to worry how the world perceived their body. There was no one to impress, no one to “pass” in front of. They were wearing a binder the day they left and they wore that thing until they were around 25 when it just became too uncomfortably tight on their body. They used whatever they could find in the scraps and garbage surrounding them when they felt they needed it. They distinctly remember using a discarded, polka dot tank top and wrapping it tightly around their chest. Dolores particularly approved of that fashion decision. But with the impending doom of the world and saving their family, dysphoria wasn’t really the most forefront of issues on their mind those 45 years.

Since coming back however, it was all they could think about. The way their chest curved out like it shouldn’t, the way their waist curved inwards, their hip protruding outwards...They don’t get why these things equal female. All they know is that they’re uncomfortable being assumed as such.

The siblings had a bi-weekly training regimen to get some sort of routine back in their lives. It involved Allison leading their mile jog/run warm up at the park, Luther helping them with push ups and other core exercises, then Diego instructing them on martial arts. It worked for them for the most part. Allison made sure at the start they each had their own routine to lead to avoid conflict between the Luther and Diego. The last thing the Hargreeves wanted was to be pinned up against each other again. No more rankings, no more number one and two. Just Luther and Diego, two brothers working together and helping their family out.

“FIVEY WE’RE LEAVING NO-” Klaus shouted from the bottom of the stairs just to be interrupted by their sibling appearing right in front of him.

“Okay bud, you really gotta stop doing that! You’re gonna kill me.” Klaus clutched at their heart, clearly spooked by their sudden appearance.

“You’re telling me you’re not used to that by now?” Five scoffed, walking past their brother to join the rest of the family in the van.

“You’re right. Not sure why I even bother to ask, silly me!” Klaus flailed his arms dramatically and followed his sibling.

“I’m thinking we go an extra lap today, yeah? We’ve been making better time so I think we’re ready for that push.” Allison whipped her head around from the driver's seat, Luther seated next to her since it was the only place he could fit.

“I’ll uh, try my best I guess.” Vanya retorted shyly, messing with the handle on her hydroflask.

“Don’t push yourself if you can’t, okay? We don’t need anyone overworking themselves here.” Diego commented from next to her and rubbed her arm so she would stop fidgeting with her bottle. He sounded like a big brother.

“Yeah, it’s not a competition. Just do what you can, yeah?” Luther quipped, staring at her reflection in the mirror until she met his eyes.

“Mmm, I won’t. I promise.” Vanya had a small smile on her face and gave a nod, clearly thankful that they cared enough about her to even worry. They all had been working on that; they made sure to include Vanya and affirm her whenever they could. They spent too many years doing the exact opposite and they all saw how that turned out.

The rest of the drive to the park went by in relative silence, Klaus’ comments about his new workout ensemble being the only things filling the air.

“Look, it’s mesh AND lace up! These athleisure companies really did not have to go off that hard!!” Klaus stuck his leg out for his siblings to ‘admire’ his attire, his bright pink sneakers in front of Five’s face.

“Magnificent. Now let’s get out.” Five deadpanned, lightly slapping Klaus’ legs and waited for everyone to pile out of the van.

They all started their stretches, Klaus making unnecessary moaning noises. They all were used to it by now, ignoring the glances they were receiving because of their eccentric brother.

“Is Ben joining us today?” Five asked, leaning down to touch their toes.

“Nah. He doesn’t really needa workout. He’s blessed with a good bod and all. He’s sitting on the bench over there though,” Klaus pointed to the bench on their right and winked, “He enjoys watching us suffer, sick bastard.”

Five hummed and nodded in response.

“Makes sense.”

“Okay y’all, we ready?” Allison was already jogging in place, her curls that were wrapped in a bun on top of her head bouncing.

“Let’s go!” Luther exclaimed and they were off.

Allison had always been the most agile of the siblings, her stamina being pretty impressive. She didn’t do five years of soccer for nothing. Diego was on her heels, keeping up with her quickened pace. Luther was a foot behind them. His big body wasn’t as easy to move around but he was still in better shape than Klaus, Five, and Vanya.

The last three jogged at their own pace, always ending up being almost half the park size away by the end of their jog.

“You doin’ okay?” Five breathed, glancing at their sister. Although small, Vanya tended to tire quickly.

“Yeah, mm good!” She huffed, “You?”

“Peachy.” They replied.

They could feel the tightness forming in their chest, the ache in their ribs starting to throb. They just had to make it four more laps today, they could do it.

By the end, as expected, Allison and Diego ended together, Luther just 30 seconds after them. They waited for another 2 minutes for the rest of their siblings to join them at the table, catching their breath and rehydrating as they did so.

“Fucking finally!” Klaus made it to his brothers and sister, his fist in the air victorious.

“Good job, Vanya!” Allison gave her sweaty sister a half hug as she handed Vanya her water.

“Th-Thanks.” Vanya breathed heavily, happily accepting the hug and water.

Five made it to the rest of them a minute later than Vanya and Klaus, clutching at their side. They all turned to them, obviously confused as to why they were late. Usually they finished before Vanya and Klaus, not after.

“You good, sib?” Diego scanned their body, obviously taking in how they were holding themselves.

“I’m fine, no need to worry. Just tired today I guess.” Five waved their hand, attempting to dismiss their concern. Luther handed them their water and they chugged half the bottle in one chug, sighing loudly once finished.

“You okay to start the crunches?” Luther asked cautiously, placing his water down on the table.

“Of course.” Five snapped, already walking to the grassy area and getting in position.

The other siblings followed suit, all forming a line of Hargreeves on their backs. Luther still stood, walking down the line.

“Okay, so today we’ll do 25 crunches, 10 sit ups, and finish with 30 bicycle crunches. Everyone ready?” Luther asked, scanning down the line of his siblings before laying down next to Vanya on the very right. They all gave a chorus of affirmations.

“Go!”

Diego immediately went ahead and finished the workout within 2 minutes, working on ultra fast mode. Even though this wasn’t competitive, he always liked to finish first for himself. Or to at least beat his time.

Luther finished not long after Diego, Allison immediately following. That left Klaus, Vanya, and Five again.

“Just one more crunch Vanya, you got this.” Luther encouraged his sister, watching her wince in discomfort.

“Nicely done!” He high fived her, which caused her to giggle.

“If I don’t have rock hard abs after this, I am suing ALL OF YOU!” Klaus flopped his limbs down dramatically, not finishing the last 15 bicycle crunches.

They turned to Five who was still on the sit ups. They were counting to themselves, slowly. Every time they pushed themselves up, they would take a sharp inhale.

“Five, if you’re not feeling it you don’t have to finish.” Diego said from their left, placing a hand on their shoulder when they were upright.

“Nonsense, I’m fine!”

“Five.” Klaus’ tone suddenly changed as he stood up and planted himself in front of them. He bent down and placed his hands on their knees, forcing them to look at him eye to eye.

“What? Can’t you see I’m trying to finish here.” Five snapped, clearly annoyed at their brothers antics.

“How long have you been wearing your binder?” Klaus raised his eyebrow.

“Irrelevant. I uh,” Five was trying to form a sentence, his mouth gaping open and close, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They quickly looked away, about to go down to the grass to start the next sit up before Klaus stopped them with a hand on their shoulder. He pulled his shirt at the collar slightly to the right revealing a black binder underneath.

“Ben was right! Five, buddy, you can’t do this! You could seriously get hurt!” Klaus’ voice was filled with concern as he pulled Fives chin with his finger, forcing them to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve done it before, no problem I,” Five took a deep breath, their face getting hotter, “I’m sorry.”

“I have plenty of compression sports bras, Five. You’re more than welcome to wear them. Or we can get you your own.” Vanya said softly as she made her way to her sibling, plopping herself to their right.

“We care about you. We don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Just let us know next time, please.” Diego wrapped his arm around their shoulder as his sibling curled in on themself.

“I just, I hate seeing them, you know? They’re not...not supposed to be there.” Five spat out, their vision starting to blur with tears.

“You don’t have to do shit like this alone anymore, remember? It’s okay to ask for help.” Allison said softly from behind Five. She ran her hand through their hair, stopping at the nape of their neck and placing a gentle but firm grip.

Klaus leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his the smaller sibling, Vanya doing the same. Eventually all seven of them were in one, big cuddle hug pile.

“Okay, little trouble breathing.” Five mumbled in Klaus’ shoulder, causing an uproar of giggling from Klaus. Which in turn made everyone else bust into laughter.

They all fell over, laying flat on their backs as the giggling persisted. Diego ruffled Five’s hair, “Lets call it in early today. Five, we need to get you out of that binder. Pizza and Netflix marathon today sound good with everyone?”

“WOW! Diego ‘my body is a temple’ Hargreeves wants pizza! Never thought I’d see the day!” Klaus gasped, poking at Diego’s shin.

“Well don’t get used to it. We’re doing taekwondo 8 am sharp tomorrow.” Diego retorted knowing quickly.

That caused an over the top groan from only Klaus. Five smiled softly as they looked around them. Their family smiling, getting along. They were safe. They didn’t know why they were so worried in the first place, why they questioned their siblings. They had their family again. And that’s all they ever needed.

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The TAZ writer’s discord is a terrible influence and they fanned my one-off ‘Johann is the reincarnation of Keats’ suggestion into this little smattering of snippets. 

Lydia and Edward realize that the spell they used to resurrect Keats wasn’t a revival spell, it was a reincarnation spell. They try and locate his soul and end up finding the signal for it on the moon, but thanks to those lich shields they can’t actually get to it. Instead, they track every pod that heads down and when they see Angus come out of one of them, reminding them so strongly of curious, baby Keats they snatch him up assuming he’s their beloved little brother.

They are wrong.

Johann notices first when Angus never comes back from his errand to pick up some new rosin and sheet music. He follows the coordinates of his pod, then follows the trail of people who saw him and eventually finds himself venturing into the felicity wilds, violin ready to strike. He casts sleep on half the monsters he finds and follows strange billboards he only heard rumors about ages ago when the bureau was first assembled. Johann knows about Wonderland, he prays the billboards are lying. This place that almost killed his Mo--His Director, and it could take his brother his friend.

Johann walks into Wonderland and walks into a Nightmare he couldn’t have possibly expected.

“We've always been missing our own live accompaniment! A bard, we should have known!” Lydia crows, appearing beside Johann in a bright flash of neon green. Johann blinks, but only startles as an arm slithers across his back and he turns the other way to see Edward. He shouldn’t know their names but he does.

The man tugs him closer, “Come on, Keats. We'll get rid of that little human boy. Oh, what were we THINKING, a HUMAN? How silly of us, Keats.”

The touches don’t feel invasive, and maybe that’s the worst part because they’re familiar and soft and he saw the Director after she came back from Wonderland. Nothing here is soft but the woman’s voice is as she leans in and whispers, “Keats, it’s alright, we've got you. You don't have to be sad or alone anymore, you have US. Remember us, Keats.”

Keats--Johann, his name is Johann--brushes back his hair, it’s the same shade. He lacks the colorful highlights and lowlights but the same rich warm brown, like rosewood, peaks past at their roots. That’s where Johann locks his gaze, so he doesn’t have to meet their eyes and see if they reflect back his own.

“My name is Johann. Give me back my friend.”

“Keats, sweetie, that’s just not how the game is played.”

“We know you’re new to this, Baby Bro, but there ARE rules that even we can’t bend.”

Johann breathes in. He breathes out and black, noxious smoke fills the air. He wants to cry but then Lydia and Edward will lock him up again--Or worse, they’ll take Angus and Johann will have to spend endless hours panicking over whether he’d gotten the little boy killed or tortured.

Instead, Johann is stuck here, killing and torturing strangers and he just wants to go home. He speaks softly, he tries to enunciate better--Keats had good diction, “Can I go back to my room? I-I want my violin.”

He hates the strange electric one they’ve given him, it’s tinny sound makes his ears ache and the bow feels artificial and wrong in his hands. They took his violin, only let him play it in his room at ‘night’. He always casts sleep on Angus so the little boy stops having nightmares. After what he’s done now, he’s terrified they’ll take it away.

Ungrateful brothers don’t deserve such nice things.

“Angus?”

“Yeah, Johann?”

“I-I need you to call me Keats now. They--Edward and Lydia might stop hurting you so much. You’re the only one who still calls me that.”

“...If I stop will you still remember?”

“I-It’s okay, I mean, stuff is fuzzy lately. I think being around them brings back, like, the dead memories but I’m still--Johann’s still part of me.”

“I’ll still call you Johann. When it’s just us.”

“...Thank you.”

“Hey--Hey Angus, it’s been a little while.”

Keats--Johann, Johann, Johann--is so terrified. The little boy in front of him looks like an utter wreck, he doesn’t look like the always immaculate fancy boy, Angus McDonald. His body shakes with exhaustion. Charm person isn’t supposed to be like this, his sib--The twins have altered it. Done something to this variation to make it last so long and it’s clearly hurting the little boy they’ve inflicted it upon.

“Hello, sir! Did you have fun today? Miss Lydia and Mister Edward said I did such a good job we could have a sleepover to celebrate!” His grin is too wide, his eyes a little too bright and Keats knows the boy is running on empty, “I’m not very tired but we can do a puzzle, you love puzzles, Mister Keats!”

He hates puzzles, they’re frustrating and repetitive like everything in this gods forsaken place. He wants to sit in the corner in and cry. He wants to scream and topple the beautiful grand piano in the corner and smash it to pieces with magic. He wants to scoop up Angus and soothe the sickly red lines on his wrists and the wild look in his eyes but Edward and Lydia have taken away his violin privileges. So Johann does something that sickly, weak-lunged Keats had never been able to do.

Johann sings.

“Lullay, mine Liking, my dere sone, mine sweting,” His voice fills the room, low and soft. Johann practically sags with relief when Angus blinks and wobbles on his feet. The half-elf reaches out an catches the boy before he falls, cradles him, and sings, “Lullay, my dere herte, mine own dere derling.”

Johann finishes casting calm person layered with a heavy dose of sleep, “Hey, just take a nap for me, okay? I’ll be right here the whole time.”

“J-Johann? Where--What’s going on?”

“Shhh, lullay, just sleep. I’ve got you.”

There’s a full crowd outside, not just his sibling’s fans, the clamoring ocean of lacquered wood, but people here to see him. It’s very exciting, to have a crowd for his very first performance. He isn’t supposed to peak but he does, Lydia and Edward are dancing so they won’t notice his lasp of good behavior but he just wants to see. Keats smiles when he spots Angus, banging his hands against the stage. He always loves Lydia and Edward’s performances so Keats hopes that Angus will like his.

Angus is with others his eyes are immediately drawn to the woman--Keats eyes water for just a moment and he squints. Very carefully he wipes his eyes, doing his best not to muss up the makeup Edward had painstakingly applied in preparation for Keats’ big debut. There are other folks with Angus, three men but none of the flashing lights catch him this time.

He pulls back when he hears his cue, lifts the blindingly bedazzled electric violin to his chin. He ignores how wrong the weight feels. He lets his bow fly, the beat is faster than what feels comfortable but it’s the song that Edward and Lydia gave him. They say once he’s been working for a little longer they’ll let him write his own music, but only if he lets them approve. They’re the ones who know what the people want, after all.

Keats plays wonderfully until the curtain rises for his big entrance. He grins wide at the audience, like Edward and Lydia taught him because No one likes a Debbie Downer and Isn’t it just easier to Smile, Keats?

But then he looks out at the crowd. Angus is crying--He’s just that proud of Keats, isn’t he? The three men are shouting and so are the mannequins around them. It must be a standing ovation! Then he looks over at the woman and she--She looks scared. She can’t be scared--The Director is the bravest one of all of them, if she’s scared then something is--Keats shudders to a halt, the sickly twang of a missed note fills the stage as he stares out at the crowd.

Lydia is at his side almost immediately, “Oh, look Keats! You’ve got adoring fans, you’ve just grown so much under our tutelage!”

He smiles because he’s made Lydia proud, hasn’t he? She seems happy and he glances over at Edward stood at the other end of the stage--but his brother isn’t there and Keats feels a shiver of--Of stage fright. He’s just so nervous about his first performance, his eyes feel itchy.

His chest aches.

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                                                  nick’s had a very long day.  he seems to always have them ( if you ask yakko anyway ), but today seemed almost worse than the others. this time of year is always tough on the toons too, they didn’t really have  a dad to miss, but you can’t help missing what you don’t have when you’re surrounded by the propaganda in all the stores you pop into anyway. so, i guess you could say that they all had a very long day, but yakko is way more concerned about nick. 

                                                  see the thing is, yakko is used to this kind of long day, & he’s already spent the day with his siblings, helping them through it as he does every year. they even spent the day picking out a few cliche mugs & ties to leave nick, knowing they wouldn’t see him before the day was done, but wanting the thought to count anyway. & so, if one looks at the counter, there is a stack of pancakes, some mugs, a tie & a sweater, all for the best adoptive dad in the world. 

                                                  did nick see it ? did he ? if he didn’t. that’s rude & he oughta be ashamed of himself.       actually, if he didn’t, that’s fine, like we said, it’s been a long day.   so yakko gives a shrug, & hops into the next scene:  nick, on the couch, looking up at the ceiling & trying to sleep the hours away before he has to go back work ( you ever been in one of those moods ? that’s what we mean ). 

                                                  in the classic yakko warner fashion, he quietly, without warning leaps onto the fox’s lap & comfortably ( for nick ? for yakko ? who knows ! ) straddles him. he’s got a grin on his face, & his tail twitches behind him in excitement. he’s got a surprise for you nick, can you tell ? 

                                                  ❝     so. the sib’s are sleepin’, & i have precautions in case they wake up without warnin’,     ❞     a pause, only to press a kiss to the middle of his forehead.     ❝     i have other things i wanna distract ya with, but we can get to that later,     ❞     another pause, this time his gloves hands are gently finding their way down to the belt loops in nick’s pants. he’s trying to find the buckle of the belt, but he’s also distracted. he’s pressing his face right into his chest; both trying to nuzzle, & also scratch an itch on that bright red nose of his. yakko warner, everybody. 

                                                  ❝     in the mean time, now that i’ve got your attention,     ❞     he springs his head back up, grin plastered right on his smug face. those gloved hands, having given up on the belt, now find themselves grabbing onto nick’s face ( gently of course, he knows just how traumatizing the wrong kind of face grab can be ).  & without any further warnings, he moves in for the kiss, keeping it much longer than a normal kiss, & he for sure stops to let them breathe before resuming it for another minute & a half.  when he finally does release nick, he’s giddy, giggling like a nutcase & grinning from ear to ear. his face is definitely flushing & his wags from side to side, definitely content & certain that he has distracted the fox from his blues. 

                                                  ❝      hello nurse ! let’s do that again sometime, ey ? anyway, dot made ya pancakes, let’s go eat ‘em. a kiss like that can starve a guy if ya know what i mean.     ❞

                          fifty ways to kiss someone : 17 to distract.  //  accepting !                                                       @badgedfox.   

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{ALEXANDRA DADDARIO, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen MADISON “MADI” MONTGOMERY around icaria? they are the 30 year old child of ATHENA. they remind me of endearing rambles, worn-out sneakers, and clenched fists. They’ve been on the island for 2 months.

basics:

Full Name: Madison Jane Montgomery

Nickname: Madi

Parents: Carter Abbott & Athena

D.O.B.: December 20th

Age: 30

Profession: Bartender at Night Shade/Popular Murder Mystery Novelist

Spoken Languages: English & Greek fluently (But, knows a handful of other phrases/bits and pieces from other languages)

Abilities: Telepathy & Mimicry (still learning control)

bio:

Tw: Abuse, Rape

Carter Abbott was a stubborn man, but a smart man. Like his dad before him he studied history and believed if you wanted to change the future you had to look in the past. Carter was on his way to his friends house when he was stopped by a woman. She was striking and brutal all at the same time. They were only supposed to spend one night. He honestly forgot or at least he would have told everyone he forgot about that woman he had that one night stand with. Until he saw her again this time she had a child with her. He asked her who the baby was and she simply handed the boy over and smiled. She told him who she was and told him to name the baby after a great man since that’s what their son was going to be. But, they didn’t just have a son. A few years later, Carter ended up finding himself face to face with the striking goddess once more. This time, she bore a daughter to whom he named Madison after James Madison.

Raising Link and Madi was far from an easy feat. Link always seemed to know exactly what he was going to say or do and when Link argued back, Madi was right there with him. The ornery little girl edging her big brother, who she looked up to more than anyone in the world, on. Madi was a bright girl full of life. She rarely ever sat still, always running around with this infectious smile. She was playful and yet endearing. A breath of fresh air and, while Link always had witty and quick retorts, Madi was one to ramble on and on.

They had a happy and rambunctious family. But, their little trio didn’t last. Their father delved deeper and deeper into his research, being consumed by his obsession with the past and when Madi was only 12 years old, their father went on a research trip and never returned. They wanted to go look for him, but they were denied and they never were able to figure out what happened to him. 

Their father’s passion was history, Link’s passion was money and finance, and Madi? Madi had always felt a bit lost. She was a curious child in nature, quick to jump from one skill to the next.  But, she never had that one thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She changed her major far too many times and even took a gap year to travel the world, before finally settling with Criminology. She figured she could apply for the CIA when she graduated or go into Forensic Analysis- do something that made a difference and hopefully allowed her to continue to travel. But, life had other plans. 

Madi met Alek during her Senior Year. He was a magnanimous person who didn’t give her much of a choice not to be drawn to him. He was charming, funny, devious, and manipulative. He had a youthfulness about him that bordered on immaturity. At first, Mads wasn’t interested. She wasn’t swayed by his good looks or sweet words. But, In the midst of his flirty lines, they became friends. Alek made her laugh, made her feel special and made her feel worth while. She had misgivings about whether or not he was the one, but she enjoyed how much he coveted her and, as much as it pains her to admit, she had needed someone to rely on at the time. She had just developed the gift of telepathy. Her brain flooded with the overwhelming thoughts of others to the point where it was painful to even think. It quickly became easy, convenient even, for him to ostracize her from others and be her rock. So, when Alek proposed, it wasn’t even a question whether or not she’d say yes.

Link warned her about Alek. He had a premonition that her husband would cheat on her. But, Link saw all future possibilities and neither of them knew which ones would come true or at least that’s what she convinced herself of. Madi convinced herself that she loved the man she married and that she was going to make it work. The violence escalated about as quickly as their relationship did, but she stayed with him. Madi had once been fairly strong willed. She’d even shove bullies down if they tried to pick on one of her classmates. Madi had always defended the underdog, but when it came to defending herself, she fell short. His apologies were heartfelt and affective in getting them back to sanity and a semblance of a loving relationship. That was until his fists would collide against her skin once more or he’d pin her down against the bed and force himself upon her and the cycle would start all over again. 

She should have gotten out a lot sooner than she did. But, the straw that broke the camal’s back wasn’t from any of the violence or abuse. It wasn’t even the time he inevitably caused her to miscarriage. Nope. The thing that did it was when she read his mind and discovered that the man who had always felt so much guilt and sympathy after everything he had done to her was cheating on her. 

In an instant, it felt like a switch had flipped. She packed up as much as she could into one bag, while he was at work, and hopped in a taxi and headed to the first bar she could find. That night she ended up falling in bed with a complete stranger. But, even though she didn’t know the woman laying beside her, she couldn’t help, but feel like whatever her life held for her would be better.

Madi rarely talks about what happened with her failed marriage, moving to Icaria where her brother has been living and working to discover the bright girl she used to be once more. 

wanted connections:

Family:

Biological Brother: Link

Half-Siblings: Kennedy (Bond over Criminology Backgrounds) & Viv (friends who drifted apart later discovered half-sibs)

Ex-Sister in Law/Act like Sisters- Mara

Cousin- Phoebe

Acts like a Big Brother- Jack

Work: 

Fans of her Murder Mystery Fiction Novels- Mari’s Dad; 

Fans of Trash Romance Novels that she used to Ghost Write- Eve;

Boss- Ivy

Patrons/Co-Workers at Night Shade

Person to try out new cocktails on

Friendships:

Best Male Friend

Best Female Friend- Delilah (grew up in NY together); 

Friends from NY- Wolfgang; Raye,

Friends - Lachlan; Lisa;

Ex-Wives Club- Harper (met at a Divorcee Event); 

Little rays of sunshine who get high on occasion- Gianna

Role Model/Dysfunctional Role Model 

A couple of goofballs - Caelan, Harley

Someone who brings out the best in her

Someone who brings out the worst in her

Workout Buddy/Sparring Partner

Partner in Not So Crime- Deacon

Friends from College

Friends from High School

Childhood Best Friend- 

Family Friends-

Phone a Friend (Goes to/calls her whenever they’re in trouble/vice a versa)

Old Roommates

Roommates

Couch Surfer (Someone who used to let her crash on their couch from time to time)

One Sided Friendship

Break into Showtunes/Disney Buddies

Karaoke Partners

Frenemies (Act super nice, but actually don’t get along/like each other)

Bickering Frenemies (Act like they hate each other, but really love the hell out of each other)

Friends who had a falling out

Friends who grew apart

Someone who takes her under their wing

Someone who she takes under her wing

Mom Friend - Nelly

Dad Friend

Someone who brings out the more serious side of her

A friend who is lying to her

A friend who she is lying to

Toxic Friendship

Rivals

Acquaintances (Have always been aware of the other person’s existence, but for some reason have never grown close)

Stumbled upon each other in either an awkward or personal moment and now have trouble looking each other in the eyes

Wingwoman (Someone she’s a wingwoman for)

Wingman/Wingwoman for Her

Fake friend

Fake staker (someone who teases her about stalking them, but actually enjoys their company)

Breakfast Club (Someone she met once when traveling. They opened up to each other and had a breakfast club-esque relationship for a day/weekend before they parted ways, only to see each other again now) - Anya

Good Influence

Bad Influence 

Someone who helps her gain more control of her abilities

Someone who she helps gain more control of their abilities

Play pranks on one another until someone gets in trouble/hurt

Serendipity (Someone who she consistently runs into again and again over the years; could be friends or acquaintances, but neither can deny, it’s weird that they keep on meeting like this)

Relationships:

Exes who ended on good terms

Exes who ended on bad terms

First time

Old Flame

Past one night stand

FWB - Ulani;

Crush

Ex Crush turned Friend

Ex Crush turned Foe

Exes who are now friends, but don’t ever talk about the fact that they dated

Unrequited love

First boyfriend

First girlfriend

Kindergarten couple

Hooked up with the night she left her husband- HJ

[ohabeeeeeee]

Subtraction (Negs, I don't care what anyone says I'm not changing their name to Sub) is kinda pathetic but also a thirteen-year-old willing to fight god for an animal/shape rubber band. They have such memorable and strangely shaped hair that you could confuse them for a pokemon character. Their gender is wouldn't you like to know weather boy. They tend to walk ahead of everyone, but always stick with whoever is right behind them. They are "friends" with the popular jock Addition (Plad, a pun on "plus the chad)(pronounced plaid) who, while being popular, is loved by everyone, but not really liked by anyone (sad musclehead stereotype) except for Negs, who will willingly spend time with him now and then. He also has a dog named buddy. If you even care. Negs (who is kind of the MC) has two older sibling figures, the seventeen-year-old Communitave Properties (Commu Tive), and his fifteen-year-old little sister Associative Properties (Ssocia/Ssoci)9I'm not naming her that, get over it) and the two of them juggle, meaning that there is something deeply wrong with them. Commu has a navy blue and periwinkle color scheme and Ssoci has a red and a light-ish orange color scheme, they both have a striking resemblance to a Picasso painting and their colors are split along their bodies right down the nose with the lighter side being on their left. Ssoci has a hoodie pocket only big enough to fit two of three of her juggling balls, which helps me remember how she works. (Commu picked up juggling because of a cheesy anti-smoking ad that called juggling cooler than smoking, and Ssoci picked it up to be like her big bro) The next two are goblins called Identity Properties (Iden) and Inverse Properties (Inver). They are both absolutely horrible creatures who lurk in the sewers. Iden is the lesser evil of the two, recognizing your house for one day, and then butting it back the same way the next. Inver will send you to the mirror world and back to make you a neutral version of yourself or sometimes just turn you into the most basic person alive (may also steal your livers. Yes both of them) Iden is dark grey with "phantom spots" appearing in a checkered patten throughout their whole body, which are a slightly desaturated purple in color and see through. Iven has half of them in navy blue and the other in bright orange. The next two are Symmetric Property (Symmy) and Multiplication Properties (Multi) are half-goblins who have the creepy twin dynamic (not actually siblings). Symmy will change the material of your pants and your shirt with no remorse. Multi will delete you or invert your colors. Both have the same desire for evil. Symmy is red in color and has countershading and Multi is yellow in color with countershading. They also wear clothes, that is more than the actual goblin sibs wear

Multiplication (Dotson) and Division (Samur) also exist btw. They're gay teachers and background characters. Multi is kind of like their daughter in a leaving a plate of food on the back porch for her kind of way.

me: *has a hard time understanding (subject)* me: *turns (subject) into fandom* me: *has an easy time understanding (subject)*

[in-tua-deep]

Hey I'm sick right now and it got me thinking about sick headcanons for Five, there are probably a lot that overlap with sleepy five but I just wondered if you had more headconons for sick five

I hope you get better soon!! Or that you got better waiting for me to respond to this lmao - I’ve talking a little bit about sick!Five over here mainly about the effects the apocalypse had on how he approaches being sick but i mean you can never have too many headcanons amiright 

SO here are some headcanons for sick!Five after some much needed recovery and they convince Five that he doesn’t need to go to ground whenever he’s feeling under the weather and can rely on them

A really spacey doesn’t-know-what-day-it-is kind of sick person. Just off the rails kind of loopy and meds make him even worse. Makes very little sense and very emotional, may or may not cry if you get the answer to a random question like “do you like blue or coyotes better” wrong. Or maybe right. Who can say?

Clingy sick. I dunno about y’all but when I’m sick I tend to want to just put my head in someone’s lap and sleep or burrow into my mum’s side and refuse to exist for the rest of the day. So yeah, cuddly sick. Willing to just wrap his arms around someone and just cling with an iron grip and refuse to let them get up. Usually ends up on a couch watching tv or a movie with some of the sibs as he probably gets snot on their person while they grimace - but it’s better than Five hunkering down by himself in a closet for two days before anyone finds him so like, they can deal

not super verbal when sick, tends to just be monosyllabic or whine or gesture to get his points across. Big in the habit of just ignoring whatever his siblings ask him and pointedly turning and burying his head further into whatever he’s resting his head on to drown them out because he’s too tired and his head is too full of cotton wool to attempt communication. The most you’ll get is probably muffled where he’s mashed his face into a pillow anyway. Like, he’s a talkative drunk!! not a talkative sick person though

The kind of person who will just stuff half a tissue up his nose rather than have to continuously wipe where it’s dripping. Doesn’t care that he looks stupid with half a tissue hanging out of his nose, because at least he’s taken care of the immediate problem. Will refuse to acknowledge the issue because he’s taken care of it thank you

Sleepy bitch. In need of all the naps. Would very much like to just sleep off his sickness thank you. Someone has to be with him though (which is assisted by the clinginess at least) because otherwise he’ll tuck himself somewhere weird to sleep and no one will be able to find him for hours. In need of supervision. Even with supervision might assume getting on the counter or top of the fridge is a good idea for a nap spot. The bright side is that he won’t protest if one of them just grabs him and picks him up and carries him to the couch or a bed or something, which he would protest probably Very Much if he was awake and coherent

honestly just sit on the couch and watch old movies with him and let him nap with you to sleep it off while not really addressing him and that’s probably the most ideal set up you’re going to get tbh

[artlessictoan]

I dunno if this is too mich but: 3, 26, 43, 46 and/or 49 +Sand sibs 2.0

holy fuc k okok dw i got this yallbetter go get yourselves a cuppa this is gonna take a while

Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do theydespise about their siblings?

well obvs all these kids love the hell outta each other! Theyhave a very close bond, almost on thesame level as the Sand Sibs Classic Flavour, there’s a lot of unspokencommunication between them and understanding that even their bestfriends/partners/dad don’t have with them, bc of their shared history

none of them really have a ‘favourite’ sib, they all likeeach other equally, but in very different ways; while Araya and Yodo are thetwo who hang out more often and do more stereotypically sibling stuff, that’smostly bc Shinki just isn’t interested in those sorts of things, he’s happy tojust sit and watch as he’s working on a puppet or something, generally though,Araya is the best at comforting, Shinki gives great advice and Yodo is always ready to give bullies a goodass-kicking

as for what annoys them.. well Yodo does love her pranks andcan be quite exhausting bc she’s so much more hyper than her bros, Araya is abit of a forgetful ditz, so he’ll often need to be reminded about a promiseseveral times and Shinki still has some trust issues – even with his sibs whohe trusts more than anyone else – he’ll often try to solve his problems withoutgetting them involved which can cause arguments between them. fights betweenthe three don’t usually last long though, as soon as someone apologises they’llforgive each other pretty much immediately

What does your character’s home look like? Personaltaste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

the sand fam home is mostly quite simply decorated, the sameway it was when it was first built, but the few rooms that are actuallyused tend to be a terrible clash of Every Style Under The Sun, with each personhaving a small area of the main rooms that’s basically all their shit clusteredtogether, from Gaa and Shinki’s minimalist practicality, to Araya’s cutesy nicknack’s, Kank’s Paint It Black and random puppet limbs everywhere and Yodo’s chaotic mess of video games, electronics and band posters (after so long nobody even notices how weird it looks anymore, visitorsare always very alarmed/amused though)

Shinki: don’t let his ninja outfit fool you, this boyis a Fashionista to the core, while he favours neutral colours he LOVES avantgarde shit, especially the look of mixed textures and bold, postmodern silhouettes,neo-punk is so much his thing it’sridiculous….. unfortunately he also has hypersensitive senses due to his autism,which makes certain textures and types of clothing physically uncomfortable forhim to actually wear, he’s a bit annoyed by that, but he’s into dressmaking andembroidery, so he just makes things for his sibs and lives vicariously throughthem

Araya: PASTEL PRINCE! loves anything cute, bright and feminine,he wears lots of ruffles and glittery makeup, loves over-sized jumpers and sweetpatterns (especially animals and plants!), sometimes he’ll ask his bro to do areally detailed piece of embroidery on a plain jacket, which he always wearswith so much pride! experiments with hair and makeup a lot, with help from hisuncle Kank, his ninja gear is totally different to his preferred style – so muchso that people often don’t recognise him when they first see him out of it –but that’s just bc he doesn’t wanna ruin his nice stuff during battle

Yodo: punk rock to her soul, she loves grungy,distressed, androgynous clothing and goes to great efforts to look like she’s not put in any effort at all. shelikes a lot of variety in colours, while most of her outfits are built aroundblack staples, she’ll throw all sorts of different colours on top (her favesare dark/rich shades of purple and blue though) and she loves bold,intimidating makeup, she mimics Gaara’s eye-rings bc she’s such a fuckingdad’s girl and rocks the heck outta dark lipstick

Does your character have any secrets? If so, are theyholding them back?

Shinki: he does have secrets about his past beforeending up at the orphanage, secrets that not even his siblings or dad knowabout, though they all have their suspicions, but he would rather not talkabout that time in his life and they all respect him enough not to go digging. ingeneral he’s a very open and blunt person – perhaps a little too much, but since he doesn’t talk oftenit’s not a huge issue

Araya: cannot keep a secret to save his life, if askeda question, he will almost immediately cave and tell the truth (unless it’s somethingsuper important, like.. national security level important), he’s not allowed inon pranks and surprise party organisation anymore, he’s honest person bynature, he just really doesn’t like feeling that he’s deceiving someone, or withholdingsomething from them

Yodo: has a metric shitton of secrets, of varyingimport, from exactly how all thosebiscuits went missing, to some of the more illegal things she had to resort towhen living on the streets, mostly kept bc she finds it difficult to trustothers, or bc she’s a forward-thinking person who doesn’t want to be dragged downby the past, so, outside of her family and closest friends, she doesn’t sharemany secrets. unlike her bros, she is a practiced and enthusiastic liar; thougha little clumsy at it as a child, she quickly learns how to hide them once shestarts living with Gaara and Kank (much to their dismay) though she mostly justuses the skill to get out of trouble

Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight?Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

Shinki: average height and weight, he wouldn’t standout much in a crowd. he holds himself quite straight and formally though, in asimilar way to Gaara actually! he doesn’t have many thoughts about his body,either positive or negative, so long as it can get what he needs done done hereally doesn’t give a fuck

Araya: TALL! TOO TALL! he was always a little on the lankyside as a kid, quite skinny and with those awkward spider limbs, but he didn’tget really tall until his late teens(the day that Kank realised Araya was taller than him now, he locked himself inhis room for a whole week), he used to be very self-conscious about himself,but as he grows into his body and stops feeling so gangly he starts to quitelike it! he tends to slouch a lot though and habitually bends over slightlywhen he’s indoors (after one knocked head too many)

Yodo: an utter fuckin short arse. she was short and skinny as a kid, she was short andskinny as a teen and she’s short and skinny as an adult (though she’s stillsuper buff and toned, just built more like a sprinter than a weight-lifter), afact which she loathes, her only comfort is that she’s still taller than herdad by like.. half an inch (a fact that she lauds over him at everyopportunity). even though she wishes she weren’t so short, she still loves thefuck outta her body and will show off her muscles constantly when around hergf, she also tends to stand and walk in a way that makes herself look biggerthan she is, all wide stances and swinging arms

What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm ofspeech? Pronunciation? Accent?

Shinki: low and surprisingly soft, he doesn’t talkmuch, but has the kind of voice that draws attention when he does! his speech tendsto be quite halting and slow though, since he likes to think very carefullybefore saying anything, doesn’t outwardly emote much, has a typical Suna accent,as do all the kids (which i generally imagine as like.. Iranian-ish, orsomething??)

Araya: he has a very sweet and gentle voice, not very high,but not low either, just a relaxed mid-level tone, it’s the kind of voice youcould easily fall asleep to bc it’s just so calm and soothing! whether it’sfast or slow depends mostly on Araya’s mood, he’s very expressive, so when he’shappy/excited he talks quicker and when he’s sad it slows down, even though hepretty much never shouts, you can tell when he’s really mad when he starts giving very short, abrupt sentences

Yodo: in the words of Shikadai, ‘Yodo sounds like whatyou’d get if you gave a hamster speed, put it in a blender and then put theblender in a washing machine’ (Yodo cackled about that analogy for three hours),her voice is high, squeaky and generally pretty grating, though how much of thatis natural and how much is put on to annoy everyone around her is debatable,she does speak in a much lower, calmer way when she’s relaxed and around herfamily though. talks super fast and loud, sometimes with a song-like rhythm andif she’s feeling something, you’re gonna know about it

[k-amui]

lacie, lottie, ada, sharon, jack, haise, juuzou, umibozu, kamui, abuto, dabi, himiko, twice, todoroki, kiri, ciel, lizzy, charles grey&phipps

aaa thank you!!! thanks for adding to the ph and also the kuro ones!!

lacie, jack, juuzou and kamui, here!! 

lottie

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | STRIKINGLY BEAUTIFUL | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor!!! | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: throughout all the story, she changed her views on the situation with determination and taming the fear, always doing what she thought was correct. she is dazzling. and her big sister figure for the rest of the baskerville has my heart stolen. she has a lot of energy, she’s like a bustling sunworst quality: her screentime in the end amounted to littleship them with: coughs.. her crush on oswald clicked well with me.. and although they’re not a “ship” to me, they would look really good together as they’re both so gorgeous. don’t ask me about personality matching, i have never given much thought to it although they’re rly different and i think it’s funbrotp them with: all the baskervilles and SHARON ;w; they’re similar in many ways they have so much potential!!!! let best girls interact!!!!needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: I!! WISH!! SHE!! HAD!! MET!! LACIE!!!! 

ada

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: she’s an angel, she is so kind and tries very hard and she’s not.. corrupted? like part of her lives in some other dimension that can’t be soiled. she wants the best she is just.. such a genuinely good person, i can’t make her justice in any way, she is just everything good a person could aspire to be. OH and her love for the occult i adore that side of her!!worst quality: she had the right to be angry or get difficult at some moments but she decided not to and to support her loved ones with all she got, if you find any fault in her it’ll be very hard to comprehend for me, even if i try to be objectiveship them with: none myself.. but if it had made her happier, i would have wanted vinceada to be canon brotp them with: OZ AND GILBERT, THE THREE OF THEM ARE REAL SIBS and i hope sharon?? ;;; i think they could get along really well but we didn’t see anything about them together so ?? :’(needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: I HATE THE CLOSURE SHE GOT ;_; sorry, no matter how many years pass, her marriage to a rando guy and her longing face when she felt vincent’s presence broke my heart. was she really happy? she’s the kind of person who can make her own life bright and fulfilling even if things couldn’t go the way she’d have wished them, but was she really happy? i’m filled with unease because, more than anybody, i wished her a happy ending, her half-assed finale is a thorn

sharon

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: she always stands tall and strong and understand her strengths and weaknesses and she’s such an unwavering pillar of support for everybody around her. she’s so capable yet humble, and so kind.. she’s like a very sublime and delicate yet incredibly resilient flower. she’s also like a grand dame but from her very core, there’s nothing artificial about her nobility. also her do-S queen sideworst quality: hmm i can’t think of oneship them with: no onebrotp them with: alice, lottie and ada!!!! they had so much potential jesusneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts: her marriage to reim has never made me happy, i’m sorry.. she and ada’s conclusions are the ones i can’t come to accept

haise

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he was so sweet, and soft, and did his best, and in the end got nothing to show for it… ;_; but at the same time, his part of the story was really neat from start to finish, so i have no complaints. i love haise’s journeyworst quality: when he appeared as one of the 8(?) personas in kaneki’s mind i found him half-hearted and almost as if he regretted the bonds he had made or how easily he thought he maybe should have killed juuzou. while i know he appreciates him and that’s not a solution that would make him happy, i got a bad impression of him being weak-willed and currently i’m a bit disillusioned with him. haise without memories was stronger, now he’s literally just a shadow inside kanekiship them with: brotp them with: he’s the maman, no bros i’m sorry. needs to stay away from: black reaper kaneki, probablymisc. thoughts: i love his relationship with akira and saiko

umibozu

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he cares so much and did everything he could!!! so what if he made mistakes? some of them were provoked by information he didn’t get until it was too late, how can you just throw all the blame on him. many charas in the same manga have fucked up WAY more than umibozu and none of them got 1/100 of the shit he received from both the charas and the fandom, and even more, they’re hailed as some kind of heroes and complicated characters. miss me with this bullshit, i’m so angry worst quality: none, but you should accept your hair follicles are dead, my dearship them with: brotp them with: abuto, would be niceneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts: he deserves better and the fandom doesn’t deserve him

abuto

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality:  his kindness and his big dick. worst quality: ship them with: happiness, tranquility and peacebrotp them with: 7th division and umibozu, would be nice. i think he and ungyo might have gotten along well, or at least so i hope ;w;needs to stay away from: anybody who seems dangerous for his armsmisc. thoughts: he has such a peaceful effect on me

dabi

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s really mysterious and has so much potential due to that, i’m very expectant of what does horikoshi have in store for himworst quality: we don’t know ennough for me to say..ship them with: brotp them with: the leagueneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts: even if it turns up not being accurate, i really like the smash characterization of him

himiko

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: mentally speaking, she always seems to be swinging in many different directions at once, i find it fascinating and i really like how she’s being dealt with so far in the plot. also i love her personality and relationship with the other villainsworst quality: not a quality, but while i can understand why the nakey transformation part, i don’t quite welcome itship them with: brotp them with: the leagueneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts: tomura-kun is good

twice

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: his bubbly personality, he’s so cute. i found his backstory and his vision on life very interestingworst quality: ship them with: brotp them with: the leagueneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts:

todoroki

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s.. the hand breaker worst quality: none so far, i really like his development and i’m fond of himship them with: brotp them with: iida and ochako. deku too, i guessneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts: i want to see him with his mother again! 

kirishima

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s a warm boy who tries really hard and i like his mood-maker personalityworst quality: i hope he can stop brooding so much soonship them with: brotp them with: i think he’s the type of person he can make bros with anybody, that’s one of his charmsneeds to stay away from:misc. thoughts:

ciel

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he does everything he thinks he has to do even if it breaks him, the charm of it is so ;w; idk i find him so tragic and humane and i like his personality a lot. a very engaging mc, and maybe my favorite of all the ongoing manga i’m readingworst quality: like with lacie, i know there’s something i don’t quite like about him but right now i can’t remember/grasp/put into words what it isship them with: hmm lizziebrotp them with: needs to stay away from: viscount jesus druittmisc. thoughts: i want to see your usual attitude come back from war soon ;w;

lizzy

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: SHE’S SO GOOD AND BRAVE AND FHREJKHFRE i love her so much she has such a strong spirit and is full of kindnessworst quality: at first i was also pretty :/ at her childish tantrums, although i never hated her. that’s long in the past thoughship them with: (our) ciel brotp them with: sieglinde and her actual brotherneeds to stay away from: real ciel, i have a feeling..misc. thoughts: where are you.. i need to know what you think of everything and how you feel, i don’t believe you would stop supporting (our) ciel

charles grey

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: everything, he’s my type to a T, he’s so PETTY and gorgeous jesus christworst quality: no screen time…ship them with: brotp them with: phipps and brown!!!needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: i want to know what he thinks of queen victoria and i can’t wait for him to appear again

charles phipps (thanks for sending him too!!! ;u;)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | 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 | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s such a precious soul oh my god, a dark angel i love him so much, i need more double charles in my life ;;;;worst quality: no screen time…ship them with: brotp them with: grey and brown!!!needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: it can’t be added to brotp but he and lizzie would get along just so well i want to see them interact again, i need this sort of cuteness in my life

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Happily Ever After - escape series

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, The Kent Bros. Pairing: jondami, timkon Summary: If any of them were asked, it’d be unanimous. None of them a lick of remorse for what they’d done.  A/N: They live on an island or coastline or something. Jason’s basically made it his mission in life, now that his sibs and their lovers are safe, to antagonize Dick and his very existence. This is a few months after the last bit. Cass and Jason do eventually go visit. Tim and Damian still try to convince them to stay forever.

Stuff for the Escape series

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Jason hummed as he looked at all the pieces of his guns on the coffee table. He hadn’t used them in ages, hadn’t been the Red Hood in years, but they needed cleaning.

And man, he loved cleaning his guns.

He picked up the cloth, and was about to pick up one of the pieces, when he heard a bedroom door slam.

And it was rude, but he couldn’t help but smirk.

“You didn’t sleep long enough.” He called lazily. Heard Dick stop at the front door.

“We’ve been through this, Jay.” Dick returned bitterly. “I’m not resting until I find Tim and Damian and get them home safe.”

“We have been through this.” Jason agreed, not looking up. “And how many times do I have to tell you? Maybe they don’t want to be found.”

“They’re not safe.” Dick pushed, then quieter. “The Kents are criminals.”

If Jason was going to say anything – (he wasn’t.) – he didn’t get the chance. Dick was already out the door, heading back to the headquarters of his anti-metas operation.

Jason rolled his eyes, returned to humming and cleaning his guns.

And he stayed like that for a little bit. Half an hour at most. He always seemed to lose track of time when doing something he enjoyed.

But then suddenly – another bedroom door smacked against a wall. He heard the quick patter of feet, and turned just as Cassandra came into the living room, a ringing tablet in her hands.

“The boys.” She said quietly, vaulting over Jason to sit on his other side. Settled into the couch cushions before answering the call. “It’s the boys.”

The screen lit up with Tim’s face, a bright, blue sky behind him. A pair of sunglasses sat on his head, and in the shadows of the undone shirt buttons, they could see a slight sunburn.

Tim was mid-laugh when the call was answered, looking off screen. But when he looked up and saw his siblings, his smile grew even brighter.

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes.” Jason chuckled, leaning back himself. “What’s so funny?”

“Conner and Damian are fighting over dinner.” Tim replied with a snort. “They both think they’re a better cook than the other, and take any opportunity to prove it. Conner, I believe, just won today’s bout, and Damian’s pouting about it.”

“But I’m sure Jonny-Boy will fix him right up.” Jason joked. Cassandra just rolled her eyes.

“Of course. He always does.” Tim glanced in the other direction, smirked knowingly. “It’s frankly a little gross.”

Off screen they heard Jon laugh, and Damian snap. “Oh, please. We’re nothing compared to you two rabbits. Or have you forgotten the time you woke the neighbor with how loud your intercourse was?”

And even through the sunburn, Jason and Cassandra could see Tim blush as he looked back at them.

“It was only once, I swear.” Tim whispered.

“At least we didn’t get caught getting it on in the backseat of a car by the cops.” Conner called lazily. And it was nice, hearing him back on his feet. His recovery took longer than expected, with frequent setbacks and relapses. It was a relief, that he was finally out of the woods. “Twice.”

Damian made a sound to respond, but was cut off via gentle cooing from Jon. Tim laughed and shook his head, putting his attention back on his siblings.

“So how are you two?” He asked. “How’s…how’s things back home?”

“Same old, same old.” Jason shrugged. “…Dick’s been quiet.”

Tim’s smile faltered a little. “Oh?”

“He’s still looking for the two of you.” Jason nodded. “Convinced himself that it wasn’t you two breaking the Kents out of prison, but rather your boyfriends manipulated you.”

Damian snorted, still not appearing on screen. “Like they could.”

“Hey.” Jon scolded. “I’d like to think I’m a little more able at that kind of thing than you think.”

“That, or that you and Damian are merely misguided.” Cassandra added softly. “That you just do not understand the true danger Conner and Jonathan possess.”

“Basically, he still just wants to play hero.” Jason sighed. “Save his widdle baby bros from the big bad metas.”

Tim sighed too, leaned back in his chair. “…I’m sure it’s not great for you two out there.” A pause. “It’s still not too late for you guys to come live with us.”

“And listen to the four of you bang all the time? Pass.” Jason waved off. “Besides, despite his…craziness. Dick is still our brother. Someone’s gotta take care of him, and Cass and I agreed we don’t want it to be the two of you.”

“He has put you through enough.” Cassandra nodded in agreement. “And if you are happy, we are happy.”

“Excuse me if I don’t just to accept that.” Tim pouted.

“Look at it this way.  Cass and I, our friends aren’t metas. Kory took Bizarro and went back to Tamaran. Artemis went back to that island no one can find.” Jason listed off. “I can go drinking with Roy whenever I want. Steph and Barbara practically live here too.”

“You two had the most meta friends.” Cassandra reminded. “That is why this hit you two the hardest.”

Tim huffed. “I just wish you could at least visit.”

“Maybe one day.” Jason promised. “But don’t worry about us, okay? Worry about your lame-ass boyfriends, and not killing your brother.”

Tim looked out of frame and smiled. Twisted the tablet to show Jon between Damian’s legs on a chaise, lounging against his chest, eyes half lidded. Damian had his arms around Jon’s back, fingers idly tracing patterns along his shirtless spine as he stared up at the clouds and blue sky above them.

“Eh. He grows on you, I’ve found.” Tim whispered, then louder: “Say hello, Damian.”

Damian blinked and looked over at them. Then smiled and waved warmly.

“I…miss you both.” Damian admitted as Jon shifted his head to look up at him. Damian returned the glance, leaned down to kiss him. Looked back towards the camera with a wider grin.

“And we, surprisingly, miss you too, kid.” Jason hummed. Grunted, when Cassandra elbowed him playfully in the side. He feigned hurt, but smiled as he rubbed his side. “…It looks good on you, though.”

Damian quirked an eyebrow. “What does?”

“That octopus on your chest there.” Jason laughed. Jon grinned and wrapped his arms protectively around Damian. “Happiness overall, though.”

Damian blinked again, and then grinned a little softer. “…Yeah.”

There was a snort from Tim, and suddenly the tablet was being turned back.

“Wait!”

Tim did, keeping the camera on Damian and Jon.

“How’s.” Damian paused, swallowed. Jon hummed encouragingly. “…How’s Grayson?”

And of course. For all his bravado, for all his nasty words and sneers and threats – it was still Dick. Still probably the first person he ever loved, and the only one he always would no matter what, besides Jon.

“Still leading this garbage crusade. Pissed off that you two are gone, like I said before. Said he won’t rest until he finds you and brings you home, and throws those gosh-darn country boys back in prison.” Jason listed off. Cassandra just looked away, towards the penthouse’s front door. “But,” Jason sighed. “Otherwise the asshole is fine. Alive and well and looking to stay that way for a while.”

Damian stayed quiet. Just nodded as Jon held him a little tighter.

Tim turned the tablet back towards himself.

Conner was with him now, leaning on the back of the lounge chair, a few grilling tools in hand. He merely gave a silent wave. Cassandra gave him an equally silent – but clearly excited – wave in return.

“Happiness looks good on you too, Timbers.” Jason inhaled. “You better make sure it stays on him, Kent.”

“I’ll do my best.” Kon promised with a smile. He frowned almost immediately, though. “…I’m better now. My powers work fine. Jon and I could easily come get you guys-”

“Y’all mention it one more time, I’m hanging up on you.” Jason cut off sternly. “Really. We’re fine.”

Suddenly, Jason and Cassandra heard the ding of an elevator in the hallway. It was Dick, no doubt, back so soon. No one in his anti-metas team was allowed to go near his personal abode, and outside the family, with Steph and Barbara giving clear warning they were coming, no one else really dared to.

“And it sucks that we’ve gotta cut this short, but.” He glanced at Tim with a grin. “We gotta go.”

“Why, is everything okay? Are you safe?” Tim asked urgently. In the background they could hear Jon already swearing he’ll fly back if he needs to.

“Fine.” Jason reiterated with a roll of his eyes. “Just that Dickie’s home, and I refuse to give him the joy of speaking to you, or seeing you, or even knowing you’re alive.”

“His punishment.” Cassandra smiled, blowing a kiss. Tim turned the tablet one more time, and she blew one to Damian and Jon as well. Jon returned it as Tim twisted it back. “Love you. Be safe please.”

“Love you too. All of us.” Tim repeated quickly, as the doorknob turned. Jason waved him off, even as Cassandra reached for the button. “Bye!”

Cassandra shoved the tablet between the sofa cushions just as the door opened, and Dick came stomping back into the house.

“Back so soon?” Jason asked nonchalantly, not actually looking at his brother. Staring back down at his dismantled guns.

“Forgot some stuff.” Dick grumbled. And while not looking at Dick, he must have glanced at them, as he suddenly stopped in the hallway. “What are you so smiley about?”

“I’m not smiling.” Jason retorted. “And if I was, it was because you weren’t here.”

“Not you.” Dick snapped. “Cassie.”

Jason glanced at his sister. Indeed, a huge shit-eating grin was spread across her sharp cheeks.

“What’re you so happy about, Cass?” Dick asked her.

“Oh.” She hummed, glancing up at Jason. The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Nothing.”

“…Jason?” Dick asked for confirmation.

“Yup.” Jason looked up at him. At his deep frown and bad posture. “Absolutely nothing.”

Dick looked between them, then let out a long-suffering sigh as he continued down the hall. Jason just let out a bark of laughter, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulders.

“Nothing at all, Dickie-boy.” He repeated, even as Cassandra pulled the tablet back out. Turned on the screen to expose a photo of Tim, Damian and their respective Kent brother, all four piled onto the sofa, each couple completely wrapped up in themselves. A photo from a few months ago, that had been sent as proof that everyone was safe and accounted for after their escape. Cassandra gently ran her fingers over their faces, letting her smile deepen. “Nothing at all.”