#perfectly encapsulates having a sibling

[jam-the-hologram]

I love having a brother

[witherby]

What would happen if Mouse got sick? Like super, probably at deaths door kind of sick? ok maybe that last part was exaggerating it a bit...But like almost 39 degrees fever, coughing to the point of gagging and vomiting, runny nose, fatigue, no appetite for anything, etc. Based off my own experiences when I get sick. I wanna know what they would do and who would panic the most. Who would lose the little sleep they already have even more. Who would think that the babeh is at deaths door. And who would be the most relieved when Mouse is better a few days later with the help of a paediatric approved medication

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I like this prompt a lot so I'm gonna do it. Hope u reaaaally like angst tho.

The Littlest Wayne: Sick Bed, part 1

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⚠️ Spoiler/content warning: Young sick child, fever, depiction of seizure ⚠️

It starts with a cough.

"Hey, careful," Jason says, patting your back. The water you'd been sipping sprays across the table as you choke. Tim reaches over to right the glass and Alfred goes and collects a rag to mop up the mess. "You okay?"

"Mhmm," you mutter, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "Sorry...I can clean it, grandpa Alfie."

"It's quite alright, Flittermouse." Alfred gently runs a hand through your hair. "Oh, my, you're quite warm. Why don't you head up to your room and I'll have someone bring a tray to you with soup and crackers?"

"Okay." You push your chair away from the table and duck underneath it, allowing the shadow of the furniture to swallow you up. Bruce watches the dark blob you've become slide out of the dining room and towards the stairs with less energy than usual.

"I'll take it, Alfred," Dick says before anyone else can volunteer, rising from his seat. He sets his leftovers in front of Jason as he passes, helping the butler prepare a tray for you. "Do we have any Tylenol for little kids? If not, I can just crush up a half-pill for them."

"Child-friendly medications will be found in the young master's en-suite bathroom cabinet," Alfred says. "It will just be a few minutes for the soup, Master Dick. I'd recommend you head upstairs and measure out a small dose for your sibling before it's ready."

"Kay, sure," he nods, excusing himself.

Dick hops up the stairs two at a time and enters the family wing of the manor, trailing his hand along the walls and door frames until he finds yours. He knocks lightly and rapidly, a silly little sequence to let you know which brother it is, then opens the door to let himself in.

Your bedroom is almost pitch black. Since the development of your powers, your space has changed to reflect your needs overtime, which means the overhead lightbulbs have been removed and the sheer, pastel blinds over your window have been replaced with thick blackout curtains. For your family who require some form of illumination to see, you have several night lights you pick and choose from; you currently have a round projector plugged in that casts aurora borealis across the ceiling (a gift from Tim) and you've activated the touch sensors installed in the floor that briefly light up everywhere Dick walks, leaving his footprints behind for several seconds until they fade away.

The furniture you originally had, designed in warm, woody colors with bright accents, have also been replaced with black hardware and dark materials. Your bed frame is a dip-dyed wood with silver accents, your mattress and sheets are black, and your dressers, nightstand, and closet have all been painted to match.

At first glance, the large bedroom looks like every goth kid's biggest dream, but the light from the hallway spills briefly into your space when Dick walks inside, showing the bright, colorful books sitting on your black bookshelves, the even more colorful clothes in your wardrobe, your vast collection of toys, and a litany of pictures and photos on all the walls. There is a vibrant, beautiful life in the darkness, which encapsulates you perfectly in his opinion.

"Hi, Flitty," he greets, moving slowly as his eyes adjust to the light. "Alfred's working on your soup, so big bro Dicky's here to do medicine time. Holler at me so I don't accidentally step on you in here."

"Okay," you say from his left. Dick turns and squints, spotting a lump on your bed. He smiles.

"There you are. Lemme see if there's any of the gummies in your med cabinet. Those ones don't taste all gross."

He steps into your bathroom and turns the fairy lights on, bathing the area in a soft glow, and rifles through your cabinet for a minute. Then he makes his way to your bed, sitting on the edge of it with some chewables and a glass of water.

"C'mere," he says, and you comply, shuffling across the bed to give him a quick hug. "Alright. Can you show me you're a big kid and take this for me? Then you'll get a nice bowl of soup and maybe some juice."

You comply without fuss. Dick hears more than he sees you take the medication in the low light, and you go back to hugging him when you're done. Dick wraps his arms around you and lies down, propping you mostly on his chest.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah. Just sleepy," you reply. "And my throat hurts kinda, from when I spit my water."

"Aw, I'm sorry. You only need to stay awake long enough to take a couple bites and then you can rest as long as you want."

"Okay...stay?"

Dick hums, running his fingers gently through your hair. He was supposed to go back to Blüdhaven this afternoon, but...

"Yeah, Flitty. I'll stay."

--

It turns into a fever.

"I'm sorry to turn you away when you've already come by, Delilah," Bruce says, meeting your private tutor in the vestibule. "Mouse came down with something yesterday, and I don't think they'll be up for lessons for the next few days. I forgot to tell you."

"Oh, that's absolutely no problem, mister Wayne," the tutor smiles, shaking her head. "I wish them a speedy recovery! Let me know if there's anything you need."

"I will, thank you. Take care!"

Bruce closes the door after seeing her out, the Charming Socialite mask slipping off his face as he heads for the stairs. He meets Alfred at the top with a nod, stepping past him and walking up to your bedroom door.

He gently knocks three times against the glossy wood, calling your name. "Can I come in?"

After a moment, he watches it click open, and you squint up at him in the doorway.

"Hi, daddy," you croak, voice dry and harsh from the progression of your flu. Bruce tuts and scoops your clammy body into his arms, carrying you back to your bed.

"Honey, you didn't have to come greet me," he says, "manners get thrown out the window when you're sick, remember? Let's get you tucked in."

You don't fuss or complain, which makes the worry flare up in Bruce's mind. He pushes it back, refusing to catastrophize a cold. All of his children get sick, it's not unheard of. A little fever is fine, and so is your lack of excitable energy. It's normal and expected.

"How do you feel?" He asks, pulling the blankets up to your chest. You squirm a bit, kicking them down.

"Hot," you say, "sleepy."

Bruce compromises by tucking the blanket around your tummy instead. You don't push it down any further. He pulls out a thermometer from his pocket and scans your forehead.

"Yeah, you are running a bit hot," he admits. An even one hundred degrees. Should be easy enough to control with careful attention. "Alfred says you refused breakfast this morning. Do you want to try eating something small for lunch? More soup?"

You shake your head. "Not hungry."

"I know you're not hungry, pumpkin," Bruce says, gently squeezing your hand. "But you don't wanna starve, either. Then you'll shrink up like a raisin! How am I supposed to snuggle a raisin?"

You smile a bit and give a wheezy huff of laughter. Bruce smiles back.

"So, will you try? You can have anything you want. I just need to see you take a few bites of something."

"Okay, daddy. Want...um... I want more soup please."

"You can have more soup," Bruce promises, running a hand through your sweatslick hair. He reminds himself to run you a bath in a couple hours. Maybe after a nap. "Do you want anything else?"

"Mmmyeah. Bedtime story?"

"Yeah," he says. "Any story you want, after we get some soup in you."

You smile again. It eases the knot of dread in Bruce's chest.

--

It gets worse.

Three days into it, your fever spikes in the middle of the night. You completely refuse any sort of food or drink all day, despite the angry growling of your stomach, and the family unanimously decides to bring you to the hospital in the morning to get looked at. Dinner without you is full of worry and tense glances toward the family wing, and it seems like not a lot of sleep is going to be had before they find out the total extent of your illness.

When tossing and turning in bed for a few hours doesn't lead him anywhere, Damian decides to give in to the nagging in the back of his head and pop in your room to check on you. He rushes to your bed when he sees you seizing and gasping for breath. Your temperature's shot up to a hundred and six and you don't react when he tries to shake you awake.

Fearful and, for once, feeling every bit the child he still is, he clutches your body to his chest and screams.

"BABAA!!"

The door slams open in seconds, though to him it feels like an eternity. Hal and Jason are coaxing Damian to let go of you and Bruce climbs on the bed to roll you onto your side, carefully wiping the foam and drool away from your mouth while he checks your vitals. Tim is in the hallway calling 9-1-1 and texting Dick to let him know what's happening.

"Dami, you gotta move," Jason says, placing his hands overtop his brother's. Damian's grip on your arm is so tight it's bruising. "Let go, they're okay. Let go."

"I'm tracking their pulse, you dumb bastard!" Damian snaps. "Release me!"

"You're hurting them, Dames," Hal says in his ear, wrapping his arms around Damian's waist. "Bruce has them, now. You have to let go and get out of the way for the paramedics."

Green eyes snap to your arm. He seems to finally take stock of what he's doing and eases off, letting Hal pick him up and pass him off to Jason, who carries him into the hallway.

"Stay out here," Jason says. "It's our job to keep out of the way for now."

"Who's going to let the paramedics in?" Damian asks, trying to pry himself out of Jason's grip. As much as he tries to crane his neck, Jason's standing too far away from your door to let him see how you're doing, and his iron grip is unyielding.

"Alfred's by the gate controls, he'll let them inside."

Tim gets off the phone with the emergency dispatcher and glances at your door with a frown. Every hitching gasp and choke you make can be heard from the hall, along with Bruce and Hal's barely-concealed, panicked murmuring, and he crosses his arms tightly and shuffles over to Jason now that his task is done.

"Can we wait downstairs?" He mutters. Jason keeps one arm wrapped around Damian and slings the other around Tim's shoulders, guiding them to the staircase.

"I want to stay!" Damian insists, pulling against Jason, who ends up needing to sling the little assassin over his shoulder to get him to move. "Todd!!"

"Robin," Jason snaps in his best Batman impersonation. It's a damn good one, because Damian quiets immediately, stiffening in his arms and ceasing his struggling without further protest. Tim freezes beside him, but Jason just pats his back and keeps guiding him down the stairs.

The trio is quiet as they file into the main living room. Jason and Tim sit on the couch and Damian gets propped up in his brother's lap. Try as he might, he can't wiggle out of Jason's arms.

"This is asinine," he hisses. "I should be up there."

"Doin' what?" Jason asks. "Bruce and Hal are both in there with Mousey. Alfred's about to guide the EMTs inside. Tim called 911 and then told Dick the situation. You were the one that first found 'em and got help."

Jason gives Damian a squeeze, propping his chin on top of his head.

"You saved their life, Damian. Ya don't need to do more than that right now. Let the grown-ups take the reins for a while."

"But I —"

"You've done more than enough," Jason insists, not unkindly. His tone has been uncharacteristically soft the whole time, Damian realizes belatedly. "I'm sure they'll thank you when they come out the other side of this."

Damian didn't do it for your thanks. He did it because he loves you. Despite you quickly approaching the age where Bruce might offer you the Robin mantle soon, which has filled him with more anxiety and anger than he's had in a long time, he loves you dearly and doesn't want anything to befall you.

In spite of everything, he's your big brother and he loves you just as much as he can't stand you.

"They will be fine," he mutters firmly. "There's no alternative."

"Right," Tim speaks up. He sounds like he needs the reassurance just as much as Damian. "M is gonna be okay."

The three of them turn their heads when several pairs of footsteps enter the vestibule. Four paramedics rush in with a stretcher and duffel bags of medical equipment. Alfred orders them in the direction of your bedroom with simple, firm instructions, and they head off.

The butler then turns, spotting them out of his periphery, and he clears his throat and adjusts the belt around his robe. He's still in his sleepwear, having rushed out of bed to help prep for the emergency like everyone else.

"I've had my fair share of exciting nights," he comments, "but I must say, they never become more enjoyable. Why don't you all join me in the kitchen and I'll prepare some drinks? Hot chocolate should suffice on a chilly evening."

"Sounds fantastic," Jason says, hopping to his feet. He lifts Damian up with him, denying him the chance to refuse, and with a glance and jerk of his chin, coaxes Tim to get up and follow after.

"Put me down," Damian says, reaching up to tug on Jason's night shirt. "I won't run back upstairs. I swear."

"Yeah? You double-swear? Don't make me chase you, kid, I really do not have the patience."

"On Father's life," he insists.

Jason sets him on the floor. Damian follows them into the kitchen and takes a seat at the island, cupping his hands around a warm mug of hot cocoa when Alfred hands it to him a couple minutes later. He watches the wisps of steam curl up into the air and dissipate, unable to stop thinking about your writhing body in bed. Your eyes had rolled back and your limbs had locked up, jerking uncontrollably. And the noises you were making...

The mug gives a foreboding creak under his grip. Alfred gently places his hand on Damian's back and gives it several soft pats.

"Do not fret, master Damian," he says, "our little Flittermouse is very resilient. An illness turning poorly won't keep them down for long."

"I know," he says. Alfred nods, and with a final brush against his shoulder, tends to Tim next to ensure he's also doing okay. When Damian looks at Jason, he sees him calmly drinking from his mug without so much as a furrow in his brow. But there's an almost imperceptible ricketing noise that means he's bouncing his leg nervously. It makes his stomach twist almost painfully, to know he's just as scared as everybody else.

Damian takes a deep breath. He sips his coco. He thinks of the froth pouring out of your mouth when Bruce rolled you into the recovery position. He puts the mug down.

He knows you'll be okay. You have to, because he just can't live with the alternative.

[qoldenskies]

YES EXACTLY!!! portal pals my beloved

i in particular have like. a lot of affection for mikey and leo's dynamic because it really is not always soft, and it can be this particular brand of annoying little brother from mikey's end that reminds me a lot of my relationship with my OWN younger sibling. it's probably my favorite mikey dynamic in general because of that

because it is undeniable that mikey looks up to leo. he is unabashed about how much he values, loves and trusts all three of his older brothers, and with leo in particular it's very obvious that mikey tries to emulate him a lot. they're both very peppy and bright-spirited people, so while mikey loves raph as a protective force and generally actually sees donnie as a partner in crime (a very "if nobody got me i know donnie got me" kind of relationship), leo is undeniaaably his role model behaviorally.

but mikey has the capacity to be a competitive, fiery person desperate to prove himself, and that comes out a lot ESPECIALLY when it comes to leo. and of course leo doesn't take that sitting down because he's got an IMAGE to keep up, he cant just lay down and take it!! (i think about how quickly he jumps from "its not a competition" to gleefully engaging in some dumb, dramatic underhanded shit in you got served a lot, extremely sibling behavior) so i think they have the dumbest fights when they get like that. leo and mikey are the type of brothers to constantly have slapfights and wrestle on the ground, basically.

so while a lot of the time they're super soft because mikey looks up to leo and leo has a lot of affection for mikey because what can he do wrong, i also like to imagine that sometimes their relationship just turns into THIS LMAO

(VOLUME WARNING)

and that is a wonderful beautiful thing <3

[la-pheacienne]

How do you interpret Daenerys IV, A clash of kings? There must be one more, the dragon has three heads. Or Daenerys I, A storm of swords? Until one day Prince Rhaegar found something in his scrolls that changed him.

ACOK: that's Dany's vision, Rhaegar was looking at Dany through space and time, letting Dany know of the prophecy, inside her vision. He wasn't seeking the three heads of the dragon himself when he was alive. We know that anyone can be "head of the dragon", Aemon wished he could be by Dany's side to do precisely that, we know that Tyrion will probably be one of the heads. It has never been established that the three heads of the dragon have to be siblings nor that Rhaegar thought as much. So why would he exclusively want his kids to be the three heads? Based on what? The only real info we have of his mindset (outside Dany's vision) is that he believed his son was TPTWP, and that's because of a specific reason aka the comet that he saw on the night his son was conceived, that he took for the bleeding star of the prophecy.

ASOS: that's Rhaegar finding out about the prophecy that coincidentally is the title of the book series. That's him being a prophet type of character, an idealist looking far ahead, beyond political interests and rivalries, while the rest of the characters of his time were busy being petty political players. Of course that was Rhaegar's downfall because Rhaegar's idealism was crushed under the ruthless and unforgiving necessities of his present time. It was also his biggest redeeming quality and the reason why I personally find him special and I hold onto him even though he's a minor dead side character. This tragedy will be corrected by Dany and Jon who perfectly encapsulate Rhaegar's idealism while also enriching it with their important ruling experience and pragmatism.

[eunseoksimp]

he loves me, he loves me not.

Description: all her life, han yumi was used to those around her making her feel unloved. desperate to fill the want of being desired, she finds love in a place she probably shouldn’t.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationship, cheating, suggestive content (the smallest smidge of smut.)

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“you must get a kick out of hurting yourself.”

it was a warm spring afternoon, new leaves bursting into life and she wished she could do the same.

shed her old ways and give way to a new way of living.

it felt like deja-vu, the way chaewon would reprimand her for her self- destructive behaviour, as she pathetically tried to defend herself.

yumi was in a toxic situationship with song eunseok.

they first met over a year ago, yumi reeling from a breakup and eunseok looking for an escape from his already stressful life.

she remembered the way he slid into the space next to her, his hands cupping the end of the cigarette so she could light it.

she mumbled a quiet thanks, curious as to what prompted him to act, but he said nothing.

it was chilly then, the breeze whistling into the dark of the night like a song of sorrow.

they barely said any words to each other, but oddly enough she had never felt less alone.

he sighed, a similar look of worry on his face, and she found herself watching this stranger.

‘maybe he’s just like me,’ she thought to herself as they both looked up at the sky together, taking in the stars that dotted the otherwise dark canvas.

“you okay?” his question surprised her. someone who she had never met before, who had no clue about anything going on in her life, was staring at her with eyes of concern.

“no, not really,” she answered truthfully, a lump forming in her throat that she was forced to swallow.

“who is?” he chuckled, not because he was making fun of her, but because he found it funny, that the girl he chose to stand by just so happened to share the same emotions as him.

it was quiet again, and she turned to stare at him.

his brown hair looked soft, falling on his face perfectly. his lips were pink, slightly glossed, and she swore he had the cutest nose she had ever seen.

calling him beautiful would not even begin to encapsulate how ethereal he looked.

“take care of yourself pretty. and make sure you always have a jacket on you for nights like this,” he pushed off of the wall they were leaning on, swiftly removing his jacket to place it around her shoulders, his touch lingering.

before she could say anything else, or even get his name, he had vanished.

she spent the rest of the party looking for him, but she had no luck.

“did you happen to see a guy about this tall with a black tee?” she would ask her friend mark, who was too wasted to even hear her question.

“this jacket belongs to him, are you sure you don’t recognise it?” yunjin shook her head, saying something about how she didn’t study people’s outfits when she came to parties.

by the end of the night she was dejected, sure she had missed the opportunity to ever see him again, his jacket the only piece of him she had.

that was until a week later.

already running extremely late, she sprinted across campus, panting and huffing by the time she was outside of her classroom door.

not wanting to make it obvious that she had practically ran a marathon to be there, she waited outside to catch her breath.

“i know learning how to say i have siblings in japanese is not the most exciting thing, but don’t you think if you’re here you should just go in.”

the voice of the stranger sounded awfully familiar, and she whipped around to see the same guy she met at the party.

“hello again angel,” his voice was smooth, like honey, and she struggled to stay upright.

manoeuvring around her, he twisted the knob of the door, opening it so he could walk inside first, using his foot to keep it ajar for her.

it took a couple of seconds for her to get it together, and she scurried in after him, slightly embarrassed as the class grew silent.

keeping her head down, she followed the footsteps of the man in front of her, almost falling backwards when he made a stop.

“you should go in first.”

he let her take her seat on the inside before slouching into the chair next to her.

aware that there was now a cute boy next to her, her actions were a lot more clumsy, dropping her pen, almost knocking over her water bottle.

from the corner of her eye she could see him suppressing a smile, and she felt her face heat up.

for the rest of her class, she trained her eyes to remain on the professor only, sure that if she looked to her left she would not be able to act right.

“i realise i didn’t even give you my name. i’m song eunseok,” he said after class, extending a hand towards her.

“han yumi,” she replied quickly, knowing that if she tried to say anything else she would stutter.

their interactions were like this for a while, eunseok filling in awkward silences as she just admired him.

she could never imagine being like him, someone who seemed to be without anxiety, able to vocalise what he wanted, and not getting nervous.

slowly but surely, she felt herself infatuated with him, wanting him to be near, a sense of pride within her when others would catch them speaking.

“are you guys dating or something?” her friends would ask, and she would act coyly.

“i suppose it does look like that.”

but after a couple of months it was all starting to get too much.

she found her entire day depended on whether or not they spoke.

if he was stressed, she wouldn’t be able to shake off the burden she forced herself to share with him.

when he laughed she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, in a dream like state as she tried to savour the sound as much as possible.

at first she thought she was doing a good job at hiding it. that was until he confronted her.

“i see the way you look at me you know,” he would tell her in the room they came to find refuge in, the smell of weed and puke starting to suffocate.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, willing to act innocent till the end.

“i like it. it makes me feel good,” he confessed, inching closer to her.

she shivered when she felt his fingers brush a piece of hair behind her ear.

although neither of them were speaking, the stolen glances and feather light touches were enough to talk for them.

she felt her skin tingle as his fingers still hovered over her face, trailing down to her jawline.

heat was radiating from their close proximity and it felt like time was moving slowly as both of them dared the other to make the first move.

the tension between the two was palpable, it had been building up over the past couple of weeks and in the moment it felt like it was at breaking point.

her face was so close to his that she could smell the familiar fragrance of vanilla, the scent driving her crazy.

yumi reached out to wrap her arms around eunseok’s neck, playing with his earlobe, and he leaned into her touch sighing.

at this point they were only inches apart, foreheads resting on each other as his gaze continuously flicked down to her plump lips, "i really want to kiss you right now."

"fucking kiss me then eunseok," and without a moment of hesitation he pulled her towards him by the waist and their lips met.

their kiss was full of tenderness and passion, a dance of two hearts in perfect harmony.

she felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her on top of him.

the world around them ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in a sea of pure, unbridled emotion, as the sound of music surrounded them.

the kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, their lips parting only for brief moments to catch their breath.

they explored each other's mouths with a gentle urgency, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and desire.

as they finally broke the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes, both knowing that they had found something special in each other.

it was a moment that would stay with them forever, a moment of pure, unadulterated love and passion.

if only they were on the same page.

not even three days later, news broke out about eunseok and his on and off girlfriend making amends and being back in a relationship.

her heart broke as she watched him with his arm draped around her shoulder, nose nuzzled into her neck as she cooed at him.

maybe she was a bad kisser?

maybe she wasn’t pretty?

maybe she wasn’t made to fall in love.

she turned to the only thing she knew to ease the pain.

drugs and alcohol.

cross fading, she sat with her head leaning on the couch, tears streaming down her face as she wished that death would have mercy on her, embrace her in its clutches and end her suffering.

from a young age she never received the love that she was supposed to, her birth being accidental and her mother constantly blaming her for her father leaving.

she did nothing to hide her disdain for her own child, raining down curses and letting her know she would never receive love.

after a while she started to believe those words.

seeking affection and comfort from anyone who would give it to her left her vulnerable.

married men, boys who love bombed her just because they wanted to have sex.

and she just let them.

because in her eyes, being alone was more painful.

this time was no different, instead her state of decay was far worse than before.

she snuck around with eunseok, believing him when he said he didn’t mean to hurt her, that he didn’t expect to get back together with his ex.

she rubbed his back, allowing him to grip her tightly as he sobbed in her arms, about how unloved minjeong made him feel, how she was always looking at other guys.

he was broken, just like her.

she sat on her heels one day, becoming emboldened as she looked him in the eyes, telling him that she could show him what it felt like to be loved.

that night they made love. again and again until yumi could no longer feel her legs, a shaking mess as she weakly reached out for his hand to pull him closer.

he wasn’t doing much better than her, a sweaty mess as his eyes remained closed, his lips in between his teeth to conceal the noises threatening to spill out.

she stroked his face, urging him to look at her.

“i love you,” he groaned at the use of the unfamiliar words, only making him pick up the pace as he laced their fingers together.

“fuck,” he felt himself getting dangerously close, lifting her leg over his toned shoulder as he reached forward to kiss her.

their fluids mixed together, the whole ordeal messy and wet, but she didn’t care.

“tell me- shit- tell- fuck- tell me you love me too,” she was finding it hard to speak, but she needed to hear him say it.

“i fucking love you,” he whined, throwing his head back, his thrusts getting sloppier.

even though hot tears pricked the corner of her eyes, even though she was growing weaker by the second, she forced herself to look at him.

“i love you, thank you for loving me too,” she felt the coil snap in her stomach, this orgasm the most intense as she writhed under him, his grip on her hips the only thing keeping her from falling.

he finished not long after, sliding out of her and pulling her into his arms.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” she played with the cool metal around his neck.

he said nothing, pressing a kiss to her forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to get something to clean up the mess.

so even though he would always return back to minjeong’s arms, days after fucking her like it was the only thing she knew, she kept coming back.

she would slip into a state of depression, abusing substances, becoming withdrawn and getting into fights with friends.

eventually he would notice, kiss all her worries away and press her into his mattress while he whispered about how he loved the way she made him feel.

like a fool she took this to be love.

what else could it be when two broken people found solace in one another?

her friends had the completely opposite opinion, warning her that she was being used, that if he really loved her he would not put her through this.

chaewon nagged on and on but it didn’t change her feelings for him.

he was her favourite person, the only reason she could be happy, the only thing keeping her from ending her life.

not her friends, not her favourite tv show or food.

it was song eunseok she would think about when the overwhelming pressure of living consumed her.

he existed somewhere between comfort and fear in her heart.

one pendulum swing away from running away, or perhaps feeling the same way she felt too.

[stashandtell]

Some Recommendations for Fics That Influenced My Weasley-Ship Rankings

I ranked all my favorite Hermione/X Weasley Sibiling in my most recent post Nobody Asked For This: My Rankings of the Hermione x Weasley Ships with REASONS. Here are some recs to back my completely biased opinons. And now, you can read my fic, Ranking the Weasleys on AO3! - - - - As I sometimes mention on the internet, I keep a WILDLY long and fairly detailed spreadsheet of all the fanfics I've read. I've not been in the fandom long at all but due to life circumstances, I've had too much time on my hands since diving in and have allowed this special interest to wash over me and my whole life like the warm, scented water in the Prefects' giant bathtub. (I hit over 800 works read on my spreadsheet a few days ago and am going to do a numerical analysis and breakdown no one requested, so come back for the data if you're curious.) I've pulled some of my fave fics for my main Hermione x Weasley Sibling pairings -- though I have SO MANY MORE. All of these are mid-length to longfics (~30K-100k+ words, except for one) and are complete, unless noted. Normally I'd copy-and-paste the author's summary but since I'm going to be recommending many here-- I'll give you my 1-3 sentence take on the fic and encourage you to read the author's summary and tags. We're going in descending birth-order by sibling here to keep things tidy: Billmione: What's nuts to me about the Billmione ship is that I don't have a ton of fics I would enthusiastically recommend that explain why I love this pairing so much. I'm not a huge werewolf-ish fan, the age-gap isn't something that inspires my reading that much, and, to be completely honest, sometimes Bill is dry toast in a fic and replaceable with almost any other character. That said, for those of us who love a rare-pair, we feast on the scraps. We love the moments that fuel our headcanons and it's the cumulative experience of developing our own understanding of these characters that drives us into the arms of these fics more than anything. I had a difficult time pulling general recs for this ship, only because so few encapsulate what's I love about Hermione and Bill together (in my mind) in a singular work. I'll keep searching though and plug away at adding my 3 Billmione WIPs to offerings out there, to keep the flag flying. To be perfectly clear: These are GREAT fics I highly recommend. I just don't think of any one of them as the touchstone fic for my love of this pair (imo.) Still Strong by DietCokeofEvil, inspired by I Am Strong by floatsdelicately

Word Count: 38,780 / 19 Chapters

Summary: When Ron leaves Hermione without an explanation a month before their wedding, Bill returns the friendship and care she gave him when he and Fleur separated. They fall in love and build a life together.

My Comments: I read I Am Strong first and I have to say, I loved the two stories together. It's maybe even worth reading I Am Strong before Still Strong because that's how the publishing/inspiration-order goes.

Through the Ages by LadyBlack3

Word Count: 30,301 / 11 Chapters

Summary: Hermione and Bill team up to help research possible causes for a disease spreading through Charlie's dragon reserve and find themselves drawn to each other.

My Comments: This is a fun fic with a plot that keeps things moving. I love them coming together as full-fledged adults with their own lives.

I was torn on recommending Cairo Nights by GillianSteele instead of Through the Ages because they're both excellent examples of this ship, so I'll drop it here as an honorable mention if you're looking for more!

- - - - Charmione: There are SO MANY good Charmiones on my list but I need limits. I would say none of these are exactly emblematic of the typical well-loved Charmione fics, as they don't spend time on the Reserve-- but if you're looking for more recs, feel free to ask me on tumblr or leave a comment and I can happily suggest many more. Last Christmas by KittenShift17

Word Count: 17,079 / One Shot

Summary: Last Christmas, Hermione drunkenly snogged Charlie when she mistook him for Ron and shortly after she broke up with him. This Christmas, she's back at the Burrow and anxious to see Charlie again after thinking about him all year.

My Comments: This was one of the very first Charmione works I read and I recommend it to most my friends looking to get into the ship. As a hefty one-shot, it's a pretty satisfying fic with great Weasley banter and it's on my list of fics to re-read this winter when it's time to get cozy around the holidays. If you like this, check out I Saw Mummy (mind the tag) by Amebb42. Last Christmas is the shortest of all the fics I'm recommending.

Creature Comforts by neilstic

Word Count: 34,588 / 5 Chapters

Summary: Hermione and Charlie are both Hogwarts professors and are into each other. They are also good friends who get to do some fun time travel exploration thanks to the secrets of the castle.

My Comments: This fic is SO well written and snort-out-loud funny. I think of it often and it's not the typical Charmione fic, which is why I wanted to shout it out.

The Eventually Ever After Series by Huffleclaws19 deserves an appreciation post on its own and I HIGHLY recommend it of you're a fan of Charmione and Theomione. It's worth reading it in order. Merry Christmas to Me (the first in the series) is already on my Top-Tier List of all-time faves but the whole series arc is so, so good. Consider this a MOST honorable mention.

- - - - Permione: The Always Series by Simply_Lovely_Reader consists of two stories: Unlikely, which is Hermione's POV and Possibly, which is Percy's.

Word Count: Unlikely - 15,537 / 11 Chapters Possibly - 26,754 / 13 Chapters

Summary: Percy catches Hermione pleasuring herself to thoughts of him in his bed in the Burrow immediately before they start working together at the Ministry. Romance and pining occur.

My Comments: I was overjoyed to find that there was a Percy POV fic for this story but if you only pick one, read Unlikley, which is Hermione's POV.

Reflector by Calebski

Word Count: 39,692 / 7 Chapters

Summary: Hermione seeks Percy's help in finding career her path after the war they're both so changed by. He finds himself seeking her out as well as they develop a friendship and so much more.

My Comments: This author wrote one of my all-time top 3, won't-shut-up-about-my-love-for-it fics, Flourishing Devotion, a Nevmione canon re-write. I really dig their style (Venus Flytrap, another Nevmione is great too.) This Permione delivered.

- - - - Fremione: Fremione recommendations tend to fall in to a few buckets, which often overlap 1) Fred Lives 2) Fred Dies, per the canon 3) Canon rewrites of Fred & Hermione developing feelings during the Hogwarts years There are several WONDERFUL canon re-writes I'll include a few as honorable mentions.

Salve Amor by moonfairy13

Word Count: 31,974 / 20 Chapters

Summary: Hermione saves Fred's life with a bonding spell that can only be cast by someone who carries love for the person they're saving. She doesn't want Fred to know or feel tied to her so of course miscommunications and meddling ensue.

My Comments: The author, moonfairy13, has so many great fics worth checking out. What was great about this one is that the whole fic centers around the Fred Lives turning point.

I Can Love You Like That by LSU Sweetie

Word Count: 31,357 / 12 Chapters

Summary: Fred and Hermione are the last two single people in their friend group at the winter holidays. Hermione wants a relationship and is interested in Fred but has also started to get gifts from a secret admirer.

My Comments: I love a grown-up Fred and Hermione. LSUsweetie has some great works with different pairings and I particularly absolutely freaking loved Festive Fates. This is worth reading because the pairing is undisclosed, so you gotta read it to find out. Paraphrasing the author's summary: Hermione ends up pregnant after a night with a mystery man at New Year's Eve masquerade party right before she has to leave for a year-long work assignment. When she returns the following Christmas, she brings a baby with red hair to the Burrow and hopes to find answers.

Honorable Mentions, Canon Rewrites:

Don't You Know You've Got the Best of Me by raquains

Deal or No Deal by LetticeDouffet

Steel and Soft Smiles by TricksterGhost7 and its companion work, Little Glimpses

Oh So Many Years by fanfictionaries*

The Two Dropouts by tryingsss*

*Denotes a partial canon rewrite (aka ends early or starts later) - - - - Geormione: There were several great Geormione pieces I wanted to recommend but both of my recs relate to navigating Fred's death in very personal ways. That has tended to be the majority of what I've been reading in the Geormione space though there are other dimensions to this ship worth checking out. Like Fremione, there are some great canon-rewrites as well.

I have not started tackling the behemoth that is The Arithmancer by White_Squirrel yet or the rest of the series, though it's queued up as a reward once I finish some very longfics I'm working through... so I know I've read a lower % of the total completed fics on AO3 in the "Hermione Granger/George Weasley" relationship tag than Billmione, Charmione, and Fremione.

To Those Who Wait by Fictionallizzy

Word Count: 56,233 / 9 Chapters

Summary: After Fred's death, Hermione and George spend a forbidden night together which leads to much more than they both expected.

My Comments: In my ridiculous spreadsheet, I give a rating for my personal love of the story and another for the spice level. This is one that has 5/5 on both counts, the smut smuts 💋 and there's some juicy angst in there (my fave.)

In Case You Don't Life Forever by xLoveMx

Word Count: 24,724 / 12 Chapters

Summary: After the battle, Hermione and George are together and apart in their grief. She tries to prepare WWW to reopen and they finds she has to deal with Fred's ghost literally and metaphorically.

My Comments: I've read a few ghost!fred fics but I really loved this one. It was hard to select just one George-Falling-In-Love-While-Grieving fic and the extra dimension Fred's ghost added to this story made it stand out for a recommendation.

- - - - Multi-Weasley Pairings: In fics with multi-Weasley ships, they tend to fall into three buckets: 1) Siblings in competition 2) Love triangle or triad (v-shaped or triangle-shaped) 3) Reverse harems or multiple hookup partners I basically had to read through the majority of all the enticing completed long fics with ALL of the individual siblings I wanted to read paired with Hermione before I started reading multi-Weasley fics. BUT I'm glad I went there because there are some really interesting works that I enjoyed. Here's a fic rec for each bucket: 1) Siblings in Competition: Yours Til The Stars Fall From The Sky by Ronsboggart

Pairings: Fremione, Charmione

Word Count: 64,178 / 7 Chapters

Summary: Hermione and Fred are going to be together until a chance meeting at the World Quidditch Cups finds her and Charlie inexplicably drawn to each other.

My Comments: Mind the tags! This fic definitely has the underage warning on it, which I totally understand isn't everyone's thing. That said, the story of Fred and Hermione falling for each other despite the magnet-pull of Charlie really got me on board with reading Fremione works. Truthfully, I sort of didn't "get" the appeal of Fred until I read this story and for that I'm so grateful. I ended up loving the characterization of Fred and Hermione's love so much in this fic, it's definitely worth it imo.

Honorable Mention: Hot Girl Summer (shorter one-shot) by Anonymous 2) Love Triangle / Triad (V-Shaped): Hic Scunt Dracones by Amebb42 & ShadowAlt

Pairings: Billmione, Charmione

Word Count: 118,498 / 29 Chapters

Summary: On a curse-breaking expedition in a tropical paradise, Charlie, Bill, and Hermione find themselves working a case that puts them face to face with old magic. Both brothers find they care for the same woman and try to encourage her to choose between them.

My Comments: If you read my Ranking the Weasleys post, you know that I don't give a toss about dragons half the time and I REALLY loved the dragon storyline here. I sing the praises of Amebb42 in just a bit but ShadowAlt also has great stories. I enjoyed reading their author's notes in this too.

3) Reverse Harem: Where the Heart Is by Mother_of_Chaos

Pairings: Billmione, Charmione, Fremione, Geormione

Word Count: 40827 / 12 Chapters

Summary: Hermione, who has special abilities and works as an Unspeakable, receives a claiming werewolf bite while helping save a member of the Weasley family and becomes part of their pack.

My Comments: This work was recently completed this past August and was inspired by The Weasley Pack by Mrsmarauders02. Both are worth reading and center around werewolf and pack power. Mind the tags!

Reverse Harem Honorable Mention: Weasley Magic by Amebb42 I included only completed fics here but I have to shoutout the WIP that lives in head rent-free on a regular basis and that's Weasley Magic by Amebb42. This author has so many great works worth reading but this fic completely sold me on the Weasley reverse harem structure and inspired me to give other works a try. Plus, it's not based on a werewolf pack. Yes, the smut is smutty which is great fun, however, all of the characters are so well developed in this massive ensemble work. The Molly bashing-to-redemption is one of my favorite kinds of family angst and there are more relationships beyond Hermione + all of the Weasley siblings that adds delicious complexity to the story. Most importantly, the world mechanics, especially when it come to the Wizengamot, the inherited Weasley family magic itself, and Bill's new status is so, so interesting! I live for this fic . - - - - As For All The Other Hermione x Weasley Family Member Ships: You'll note from my post "Nobody Asked For This: My Rankings of the Hermione x Weasley Ships With REASONS" I don't consider myself well-read in ships with Hermione/Ginny or Hermione/Ron or some of the other family members, so no recommendations at this time. If you have recs, please share! I'd love to know what I'm missing out on or what your fave works are for different pairings.

Don't forget to check out the newest fic, Ranking the Weasleys on AO3!

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Gotta hand it to the Ankama team, in just a few minutes of screentime, they managed to perfectly encapsulate the Osamodas King's personality and how his actions would play out in the webtoon: he's arrogant, stubborn, dishonourable, and refuses to own up to his mistakes and misdeeds.

And this was all established in episodes 10 and 11. In the former, he tried to "advise" Armand about how a king should behave, which in his mind is to stubbornly stand by his choices, even when he's wrong. And in the latter, he was nothing but contemptuous of Amalia and utterly dishonourable, which was especially emphasised when the team didn't even bother trying to make his abandonment of the Sadida vague: no, he outright told his daughter no one would come and to run away.

And this was all shown in the webtoon when he stubbornly doubled down on refusing to apologise for not sending help and potentially dooming the Sadida race. Just like every single interaction he had with Amalia reeked of disdain and disrespect. The whole time he looked down on her and underestimated her, which eventually cost him when she owned him and Aurora in battle.

(Though it is interesting to note he seemed more aware about how crossing her was a bad idea than Aurora, who had known Amalia for about a year. Oh, well, she was never the brightest to begin with).

And we got all this from, like, two scenes. Honestly impressive.

With everything that we’ve seen from this clown “family”, this makes me wonder if Tot purposely just made them horrendous for the sake of hating them.

These two osamodas just look like they’ve been created badly on purpose.

What do I mean by purpose?

Take a look at some of Tot’s other antagonists from the Krosmoz:

You’ve got a crazed Xelor who’s trying to kill and absorb every source of Wakfu so he can turn back in time to get his family back.

You’ve got a tired indifferent primordial Eliatrope who remembers every single detail of his many thousands and millions of previous lives. He cares for his race, in his own way, and unleashed a war just so he could visit new worlds with his sister.

You’ve got the shushu king who ate his siblings just so he could become the absolute ruler of his dimension.

You’ve got a copy of Yugo who became so uncaring and angry at life itself that he tried manipulating people in order to form a brotherhood and kill gods.

You’ve got a brakmarian mother who got separated from her son and attempted to bring back her husband by sacrificing innocent lives.

You’ve got a god-king from an entirely different planet who attempted to invade and eat another planet just so he could feed his own.

So when we see the osamodas royals, we can immediately confirm that there’s something off here.

You’re telling me these two bozos are supposed to be on the same level as these guys??? You got a chicken who hasn’t done dick shit in Seasons 3-4 besides standing around, not talking at all, wearing an ugly ass dress that doesn’t fit the colors of the kingdom she’s supposed to stay in, lying for no reason, not thinking at all when she breathes, and running away with her dad. And then you’ve got a fat gorilla who just runs away and tries to throw lessons to other kings about how they should stand their ground.

Like what the fuck?

Even Grougalorasalar, who we’ve only seen in legends, some moments in the Dofus movie (if I remember correctly), the third Wakfu ova episode, and some chapters of the great wave, has been shown to have more charisma and mystery than these inferior two insects. Plus, he’s only officially appeared in some places here and there in the past AND YOU’RE TELLING ME HE’S GETTING MORE ATTENTION THAN THE PEOPLE WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BIG THREATS IN VOLUME 1?!!??!

But another proof that makes me think Tot just carelessly placed them in the great wave was the fact that these two fought against Amalia and pathetically lost.

And not only did they fight her, but they fought her SIMULTANEOUSLY AND LOST.

How does one become a king for decades only to lose to a princess who became queen a few months ago????

Tot could’ve just made Aurora the weakest one and made Amalia swiftly defeat her so that she could have a real fight with the osamodas king.

But no. That’s not what he did at all.

We knew Aurora was useless because we were able to understand with all the scenes we’ve seen her in that she wasn’t someone who could fight.

But the osamodas king? We had no idea. All we knew was that he hangs out in bat caves while his advisor plays king for him.

And yet, despite having lots of time doing nothing away from his own kingdom, this fucker didn’t even train during his free time CUZ HE LOST TO AMALIA WHILE HAVING HIS DAUGHTER AS HIS BACKUP-

The fight didn’t even last long. It lasted like 20 minutes? And I’m being generous even saying that.

This is why these two should feel meaningless compared to the bigger picture.

How can I believe Tot seriously put some thought into them if they had so many failures and made brain-dead decisions???

How can I believe Tot seriously put some thought into them if their battle barely lasted even 10 minutes????

How can I believe Tot seriously put some thought into them if the only leverage and plot they had going on was Aurora having sex???

All these points, reasons, and facts can only lead to one thing:

Tot only brought them into the picture to be minor challenges for Amalia.

How else would you explain the many stupid decisions they made, their absences for other situations when Amalia wasn’t the main focus, the fact that they always had longer discussions with Amalia and no one else, the fact that Yugo or anyone else was never the major topic of their conversations, and their weak abilities???

Amalia was the only reason.

This cover here is greatly deceiving you 👇

It tries to make you think they’re actually worth something by showing a smirking confident Aurora, and most of all, the osamodas king in the background covering most of the sky, implying his important place in the story while holding up a finger in a quiet gesture like he has a secret he’s keeping.

Because of this cover (and the fact that he told Aurora they should wait until after the marriage), we’ve had plenty of theories about how the osamodas king was responsible for hiring a sadida who happened to be a Yugo and Amalia hater to poison them but, again, THIS WASN’T THE CASE AT ALL.

The culprit ended up being Julith in disguise who had been ordered by Grougalorasalar!!!

AGAIN, IT WAS GROUGALORASALAR WHO ENDED UP BEING MORE MYSTERIOUS AND INTERESTING THAN THESE TWO‼️‼️‼️‼️

I want you to really think about this.

Aurora and her dad were supposed to be the center antagonists for this first volume but it ended up being Grougalorasalar the real enemy. The first chapter already warned us when we saw him in Yugo’s dream. He was the one we should’ve been paying attention to the most.

Aurora and her dad were not only just there to be inconveniences for Amalia, but they were also just pawns to distract you from something bigger and FAR more interesting.

And it worked. These two blue devils were so infuriating and brain-rotting that we got thrown off guard when we found out Grougalorasalar was actually responsible.

This only pushes the fact that the chicken and the gorilla were exactly just that: a chicken and a gorilla.

Nothing interesting or redeemable.

Just things in the way of the main goal.

Tot needed some useless cattle to begin the real plot and so he made Aurora and her constipated dad, who always looks like he’s got something up his ass, to be able to start the story off after season 4.

The signs have been there since season 4.

And season 3 was only an introduction for season 4 when it introduced some blue skank.

[lillie98]

As an autistic big sister to two incredible humans with Down syndrome, I was not ready for Percy and Tyson’s relationship. The way Rick Roirdan so perfectly encapsulates the experience of having a sibling with a very visible and obvious disability while you battle your own challenges is unlike anything I’ve read before. I know Percy loves Tyson and enjoys his company, but he also struggles with the attention Tyson brings. He wonders why his father chose to have a child like Tyson and doesn’t understand why his friends and camp mates/classmates are so cruel to him. It’s the first time I’ve seen my unique childhood illustrated in media.

I also love that they bring Tyson on the quest. They could have easily left him for the Harpies, blaming his death on his disability/he wandered outside/he wasn’t fast enough to get away, but they bring him along with them because he deserves to be involved. He’s an asset rather than a burden and that speaks volumes to the public perception of people with Intellectual Disabilities. Every single person has usable gifts and skills. It is up to those around them to discover those skills and foster them. Also, the respectful and mature way Percy speaks to Tyson should be studied. He never talks down to him, makes him feel less-than, or makes fun of him for his eccentric hobbies (metalworking). He fully and truly accepts Tyson for who he is and knows the issue lies in himself. Percy must accept Tyson as part of his family and his new reality. Family is forever and it’s an honor to watch Percy understand what that really means.

I really hope we explore this special and unique dynamic in Season 2 and (hopefully) cast an actor with IDD! We could create something magical. ❤️

[devilsrecreation]

Some more angsty TLG stuff cuz we all need some angst in our lives

- Tamka having a breakdown over his lack of intelligence in his episode. After he finds out he was being used by the mob and he pushed his friends away, he thinks he’s all alone and starts to cry

- Jasiri remembering her past and how she seems to be forgetting her mother…. oof

- Chungu realizing he’s never going to find his parents (it’s brief, but still upsetting)

- I’m imagining at some point when the OG trio come back, they start inviting themselves into Janja’s life more and more. Shenzi especially does this since she didn’t get to be much of a parent when she was forced to leave the Outlands as to not get suspected for killing Scar by Zira. It’s honestly fine for the Janja at first, then it starts getting annoying when Shenzi (unintentionally) becomes degrading by providing unnecessary protection. It gets to the point where Janja snaps at his mother about how he isn’t a cub anymore and she can’t treat him as such after leaving for so long

- So my Sibling’s Day idea, right? Where Jasiri invites everyone’s siblings over for a celebration and to let them know they’re appreciated? Cute wholesome family moments, right? Well, not for a certain lizard cuz Njano slowly gets more upset the longer he looks at everyone having a good time with their respective siblings, reminding him of Danganya. He legit goes from “Aw that’s nice” to “heh…they look pretty wholesome” to “maybe a little too wholesome” to “just like….him”. He acts all fine when Shupavu asks him if he’s okay but inside he misses his late brother :(

This episode idea is one of the rare times he actually frowns. Njano’s a generally happy skink, but when he gets upset, Danganya has something to do with it

- Reirei: What are you scared of?!

Goigoi: I’m scared of you

Reirei: Me??

Goigoi: I'm scared that... One day, you'll see yourself as I see you... Perfect.. And... That you'll leave me for someone you deserve..

-I think I’ve mentioned this before but Nduli’s trauma caused him to have a fear of abandonment and it shows. Ever since he lost his mother, he’s scared that his float would leave him like the majority of animals he knew. He can’t even handle being alone for a few hours cuz he’ll get paranoid. He’ll try to be optimistic at first, but the more he’s alone, the more worried he gets cuz there’s always a possibility his friends aren’t coming back. So he has to be with at least one of his friends or else he becomes a scared child

There would be an incident in the future when he has kids where the float wakes up at the end of the dry season and one of Nduli’s daughters, Shauri, isn’t there and Nduli straight up has a panic attack (dw she’s fine. She just got woken up in the Dry Season)

-Kiburi frequently still has nightmares about his father’s death. Every time he wakes up, he snuggles just a little bit closer to one of the other float members

-Kenge and Shupavu go through the same thing with Ushari’s death. If only Kenge had been there instead of ditching his only friend…then maybe Ushari would still be alive. Shupavu could have done something instead of staring like a fool, but she didn’t

- Sumu blaming himself for Kenge getting hurt when Mkatili’s chimps attack. Kenge keeps telling him to shut up and that he’ll be fine but Sumu can’t help it

-Selena Gomez’s “people you know” perfectly encapsulates Makuu and Kiburi’s rift

We used to be close, but people can go

From people you know to people you don't

And what hurts the most is people can go

From people you know to people you don't

That’s basically them

-Imagine how Pua must feel knowing that basically all of his friends had passed on. It’s basically that one drawing of all the regular show characters and Skips being the last one left

-Mzingo constantly being reminded of the fact that he nearly killed Janja by trapping him in Pride Rock even though he didn’t know the hyenas were there in the first place

- TW for character death

This isn’t gonna happen anytime soon but…Pua finally completing his journey. It was a peaceful death with all the crocodiles by his side. He has last words for everyone (basically all the crocs we care about). Everyone, even Makuu and Kiburi, cried

Tamka takes it the hardest, he thinks he should have been a better son :(

-Sometime, in the far future, when all the kids are grown up and Wakali’s the new leader of the crocodiles, Nduli’s gonna be the last of his generation to still be alive. He’s still the same Nduli, albeit a bit sadder cuz all of his friends have gone without him. He’s no longer the baby during that time and while he has to be strong for the sake of the float, it’s proven hard for him cuz he can’t help but miss his friends

[boatswainscall]

Assorted Act 3 Thoughts below now that the shell shock has worn off, mostly focusing on episode 7. SPOILERS ABOUND

Many, MANY things about the Peaceful Timeline (as I've so creatively named it for my own referencing) absolutely fucking ruined me but I was un-fucking-prepared for Mylo and Powder's relationship. How things obviously mended between them after Vi's death allowing them to form an actual sibling bond, where in the Alpha Timeline Jinx's memory of Mylo is warped beyond recognition in her hallucinations - entirely based on the way he bullied her when he was still alive.

He for sure still did that given the timelines diverged at the workshop, but Vi's death clearly shook Mylo and Claggor up badly enough for them to put aside their childish teasing to be there for Powder as siblings. Powder-related pain aside it was so fucking good to see Mylo and Claggor able to grow up happy.

I don't think I even need to elaborate on why this broke me. We didn't get to see much of Benzo and Ekko's relationship the way we did Vander and Vi's, but this scene alone as well as the one where Ekko first wakes up in this timeline was enough to show that it was as strong of a family bond as any, as strong as Vander's was to his kids. I had to take a moment to pause in order to ugly cry before I continued only for it to be followed up WITH-

Now I'm biased. I'm a Silco enjoyer. My friends bully me about how deranged I am over him, it's a whole thing. I was waiting all throughout each scene in the Peaceful Timeline holding my breath wondering what happened to Silco in this world. And they held back with showing that for good reason given how the events of the show hinge off of the shattering of his and Vander's bond. (Lest it be romantic or brotherly, I like looking at it either way because it hurts for different tragedy reasons)

I was inconsolable of course. Silco's eye is still blinded, but not infected. To me it means that he must have gotten medical treatment immediately after he and Vander made amends - how long of a span of time that must have been, I obviously can't say. But clearly it was long enough to blind him, but not so long for the wound to fester.

Silco's eye always symbolized for me his inability to let go, of Vander's betrayal and of his ambitions for an independent Zaun - at any cost other than what he held closest to him. Ambessa has an amazing line later in the act about how the loss of her son "carved into me a wound that will never close". Which perfectly encapsulates what Silco's eye was - a literal and figurative wound from Vander's attempt to kill him, festering and refusing to heal even after decades had passed. Which makes what he says in response to Ekko's question about their past so fucking heartbreaking

And we of course get this as a chaser from Phantom Silco in the episode that follows:

Which is of course the Thesis of his and Vander's conflict. Vander tried to reach out through his letter, but ultimately chose to walk away when it was never found and Silco remained underground. But Silco refused to walk away.

So many of the micro and macro conflicts in this show are a result of characters being unable to walk away from vengeance and rage. The episode title alone spells out the results of that inability to walk away. Just. Aaaughgghghgghghghgh (complimentary)

The one final thing I want to comment on because it's been living rent free in my head is in the scene where Vi and Caitlyn are about to bone and Vi can't figure out how to undo the belt clasp on Cait's pants and oh my god. oh my god fuck it was such a human moment of goofy intimacy it killed me dead. I'm still reeling from it now god fucking help me

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Some of my inspirations behind Wicked Games 4🩷🩷 *SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT*

The foreboding winds on the night of the gala

Okay so those who know me know that my favourite book series is flowers in the attic. If you read just an excerpt of this series and observed how Virginia Andrews writes, you’d be able to recognise just how much my writing is inspired by hers. It’s bc sometimes her writing makes me emotional, and I can picture things so vividly. ANYWAYS, one of the big themes in flowers in the attic is how the heroine Cathy kept hearing the loud, wild winds. She was imprisoned in an attic in a mansion up in the mountains, and mountain winds are insanely loud, like roaring level of loud. And she’d always talk about how the winds were trying to warn her about something. So…yeah. That part was very very inspired from flowers in the attic 😅 Like how she described the winds, it just stuck with me.

And it really just builds up the tension of the gala night perfectly and encapsulates the sense of foreboding perfectly too AND WORDS CANNOT EXPLAIN how happy I was when so many of you noticed the wind descriptions in your feedback!!! Some of you even called it your favourite part!!! I love that 🥹🥹 Thank you! Also it really goes to show that READING is the best way to get good at writing. I would be nowhere if I hadn’t read all the books that I did in my childhood! I cannot stress it enough: reading really impacts the way you write your own stuff. Anyways, I added a quote from FITA below. I couldn’t find any wind ones (despite the fact that she mentions in ALL FOUR BOOKS the foreboding whistling winds) but yeah, can y’all see how her writing has inspired my writing?? I really think it has.

Steve’s personal problems

A lot of it was inspired by… well… me. BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT. The parts where Steve talks about having too many responsibilities, how all of it just piles up inside his head and it feels like his thoughts are screaming. I get that! Not to such an extreme extent as Steve, but I am someone who panics easily when I have too much on my plate. And it’s like I can physically feel my thoughts racing (it just sounds like me screaming lol) so that’s where I got inspiration for that! Obviously it was exaggerated to fit Steve’s much bigger problems (I’ve never had absentee parents or a younger sibling who I solely worry about all the time nor have I been kicked off the basketball team nor am I an alcoholic). But yeah! That’s how I knew how to write that overwhelmed feeling that he was feeling.

The chapter title “comfortably numb”

Okay so MAJOR SPOILERS for the tv show the sopranos ahead. Basically the song “comfortably numb” plays during a scene where something not so great happens to the character of Christopher. iykyk. And I found the character of Christopher very interesting. He was by all accounts a shitty person. But he was so sensitive, and he was dealing with a lot, and he’d try to escape it by doing drugs, essentially “numbing” himself to the pain. So the title does refer to Steve, who’s problems are piling up so high on his head and he KNOWS he’s fucked everything up for himself, so he just gives up and numbs himself with drugs and alcohol. I’m sure this was pretty self explanatory and didn’t need an explanation but yeah!

Wanda’s drunken tirade 😂

Okay so the part where Wanda only selectively hears what Curtis is saying and latches on to “reader slept with Curtis” and ignoring everything else?? I SAW THIS HAPPEN IN REAL TIME WITH TWO OF MY FRIENDS!!! Basically we were at a party, and we were young af like 16-17. And both my friends were drunk (I’m not friends with either of them anymore but this was in like 2016 bahah) anyways one friend thought the other friend had kissed the guy she liked, the other friend said she didn’t but the first friend was only selectively listening. AND I SWEAR I HAVE SEEN THIS HAPPEN A LOT. Like when someone is so drunk they just selectively listen or just believe what they want to believe. So yeah that’s how I got the inspiration for that. And for a lot of these, I don’t even think what’s inspired me. I write it down and then read it over and I’m like “wait this actually happened to me IRL that must be where I’m getting these ideas from” 😭😂😂😂

Reader’s emerald dress and the gala

Okay this one I didn’t even realise was sooo flowers in the attic inspired until I read it over. So basically Cathy’s mother Corrine wears this gorgeous emerald gown to her family’s Christmas ball. And many years later when Cathy plans revenge on her mother, she remembers this emerald gown from memory and has it remade so she can wear it and confront her mother at the Christmas ball. I remember reading long descriptions of that gown. But tbh I didn’t really remember what that gown looked like or any of the details, just the colour was significant to me. Bc the gala was going to be a night of many confirmations too. The description of reader’s emerald dress all came from my head haha. Like the ruching and the slit etc. I tried to find a dress on Pinterest that matched my vision but none of them lived up to the image I have in my head that’s my own creation LMFAOOO

Andddd my mind is blanking now but if I remember any more inspirations I’ll add them here!!!

[asmrbrainrot]

🥺& 😷 for the gator boys :3?

Bodie:

🥺-So for the sake of this particular ask I’m gonna go with a verbal disagreement. (Let me know if you want something more angsty later~) Bodie is probably the most emotionally mature of the Gator Boys. He’s not perfect, but he knows when to give you space. He also knows when to take himself out of a situation where he’s too upset to say anything productive. Depending on how serious the argument was he’ll usually be the first one to talk things out. (He might also try to pacify you with food lol)

😷- Tbh we already know how this goes down, but I’ll say it again. Best caretaker. 11/10. Very patient, and good at listening to your needs/wants. You want space? That’s cool. You wanna cuddle? He’s got extra blankets already. He’s also super attentive when it comes to making sure you don’t over exert yourself. Not as overbearing as Timmy would be, but he’s still a dad after all.

Timmy:

🥺- Now Timmy is more stubborn when it comes to a verbal disagreement. He isn’t unwilling to communicate, but he still has standard stubborn-teenager syndrome. Eventually though he starts to miss you. I mean, you’re still there, but he doesn’t wanna fight anymore. I get the feeling he’s that sibling that comes back over to you after a fight and is like, “Wanna see this cool rock I found?” and then uses it as a segway to apologize.

😷- Timmy’s kinda confused but he got the spirit. Similarly to my last post he’s “helpfully unhelpful” but he’s all too eager to get you better as fast as possible.

Marco:

🥺- I feel like Marco has one of those avoident-esque personalities where he’d rather pretend there isn’t a problem at all, than talk about it. (Especially if he knows he’s in the wrong.) However after a little bit of cajoling you two can talk it out.

😷- @willove01 actually made a meme that encapsulates this perfectly, but to put it in layman’s terms…you’re on your own. Marco is not about catching whatever nastiness you have. He’ll give you sympathy from afar but he also kinda treats you like a rabid animal.

[kidstemplatte]

la mia musa

pairing: terzo x female reader

summary: terzo finds a very special journal belonging to his faithful assistant.

this is the first fanfic i’ve ever posted! i have another terzo one coming up i’m super excited about full of angst and comfort. i hope you enjoy!

The interaction had taken place hours ago, but still, there you were in your room, giggling and kicking your feet like a teenage girl at the thought of it. A plethora of apologies escaped your mouth after you ran into your boss, Papa Emeritus III, who didn’t act much like a boss. He was an extravagant, passionate, and flirtatious man, making all the siblings swoon, no different than you did whenever he reassured you, “There is nothing to apologize for, cara mía.” But you knew that no matter how head-over-heels anyone else claimed to be for him, there was one person who was infatuated with him more than anyone else. You. Your daydreaming session accompanied by some online shopping was cut to an end when you heard a knock on your door.

“Coming!” you announced, quickly fixing your hair in the vanity mirror and touching up your lipgloss before opening the door.

And there he was. The very man you had just been swooning over. There, standing in front of you, was Papa Emeritus III, or, as everyone called him, “Papa”, the pitch-black chasuble draping over his body as he held one hand behind his back.

“Oh! Hello, Papa!” you exclaimed a little too excitedly. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You questioned, your mind instantly conjuring up scenarios in which you could have let him down.

“Nothing at all. It’s just, when I ran into you in the garden earlier, I think you dropped something.” he said, revealing a brown leather journal from behind his back, as he propped up his other arm to lean against the doorframe in a way you wish didn’t give you butterflies.

Holy shit. Your journal. No, not just your journal, the journal that doubled as a sketchbook. A sketchbook full of drawings of none other than Papa Emeritus III, the man standing directly in front of you. You had to get it out of his hands- his perfectly crafted, slender, beautiful gloved hands- before it was too late.

“I was surprised that you did not notice, considering this seems like it is a very special book.” he said, his thickly accented voice rolling through the air. “It couldn’t have been that you were so excited to run into me, you forgot all about it, no?” He continued, cocking his head to the side in a playful manner.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Papa! Thank you-“ you began, reaching for the journal in his hand, before it was too late.

“It isn’t polite to take things from people, now is it, mia bella?” he interrupted, holding the book farther away from you, to your demise. “And no more apologizing. Now, I know I am molto fortunato to have such an attentive assistant, so I was curious to see the very thorough notes she had been taking during our meetings.” Terzo said, a smug grin spreading across his painted lips as he began to slowly and dramatically open the journal.

“No! Please don’t- you don’t want to!” you desperately pleaded, managing to snatch the book from his hands and hold it tight to your chest. That was a close one.

“Ay, you are quite l’artista, aren’t you?” he remarked.

Now, you didn’t speak Italian, but that word sounded a little too similar to the word “artist”. And if he was calling you an artist, that meant he had to have seen them.

The drawings. The ones that perfectly captured the frame of his jaw and the curve of his nose. The ones that illustrated your fingers intertwined, his gloved hand in yours. The ones that encapsulated the intoxicating glimmer in his mismatched eyes. The ones that nobody was supposed to see until-

“I am not shocked by your talent or your fascination with me. You have a beauty only an artist could possess that has not gone unnoticed, cara mía. The staring is not unnoticed either. Or the way the tint in your cheek changes so slightly when I enter the room, or the way you play with your hair when we exchange words, or the way you bless my ears with your giggling even when I say something that is… not so funny.” You wanted to argue with him about that last bit, and reassure him that everything he said was perfection, that there wasn’t a single joke or remark he made that didn’t land exactly the way it should, that he made you smile in a way nobody else ever had or ever could. But you remained silent as your body fought against you, your face beginning to heat up to temperatures bible-thumping Christians warned you about. “I would be lying if I told you some of my artistic endeavors weren’t inspired by you as well. You are quite la musa.” He said, reaching out to pull a strand of hair from behind your ear, then twirling it between his fingers before letting go. “I will not torment you any longer, cara mía. Just know, you are quite the talent.” He concluded as you stood in silence, watching him walk away from you.

You were humiliated. Shocked. In awe. Humbled. A little bit turned on. But above all, you were relieved that he didn’t mention the-

“A lovely poet as well. If you would like to, we could bring them to life, sí?” he said, turning around and making a quick strumming motion with his hands before turning back around and striding off.

Poems.

[rose-lunaire]

snow on the beach | regulus black x gn!reader

inspired by snow on the beach by taylor swift (feat. lana del rey). the story of two people rewriting traditions. happy new year everyone!!

pairing: regulus black x gn!reader

warnings: heart-fluttering is expected!

family home. the place you’re supposed to feel most at ease, welcomed and safe. but within the world of sacred heritages and centuries-old dynasties it sometimes felt more like an elaborate prison. your mother the main guard, your siblings and cousins fellow inmates unwillingly participating in this masquerade-like event. yet this year was supposed to be different. the man of your life was standing by your side thought the dragging ceremonies, squeezing your hand every time a quiet sigh escaped your pouty lips.

he understood your pain better than anyone. hating the lineage you were forced to continue. still, having no will to abandon it completely. hell, there were times when you envied the fearlessness of sirius’s choice. admiring his courage, wishing you had as much strength as him. one glance at your boyfriend’s face was enough to keep your fantasies at bay.

“are you alright?” he mouthed over the sounds of a christmas carol. his concern so out of place with the joyful notes of the song, you cracked a weak smile. regulus joined your hands together and led the chorus with his solemn voice. the depth and complexity of his feelings ringing with every word he sang, making you thankful he managed to spend holidays with you. he fitted so well in the festivities, mingling with your family members, ever so stoic and charming standing by your side every second of the day. nursing old wounds under the moonlight.

times like these you were thankful that you never ran away, for it would mean you would never get to see regulus in you home. the way his face lit up tasting your mother’s dishes, complimenting the stuffing of the pie you made. the way his baritone blended in perfectly with the choir of your family’s voices. snickering when your father told one of his many terrible jokes and making silly faces with your sister’s children.

there were no dark undertones to the celebration with him by your side. no snarky comments reached your ears. the candlelight reflected in his eyes was so bright you couldn’t notice how great aunt janice looked at you two. too lost in your own world, you were busy fantasising about the life you wanted to build with regulus. he seemed so much younger than his usual self, burdened with his family’s expectations and brother’s shadow resting upon his face. he was in peace.

slowly the dining room started emptying. children being put to sleep, some family members departing for home. that’s why nobody paid attention to the young couple leaving. laughing like two kids who were playing hide-and-seek with their parents, hiding behind the doors and about to surprise them. “where are we going?” your boyfriend’s voice felt distant from the wind. but you couldn’t be bothered neither by the snow drifts nor the blowing mistral. you tugged onto his sleeve, dragging him further, your careless laughter the only clue he had of the destination.

the view was hard to distinguish because of the snow but then it all made sense. the sudden change of surface that made his boots sink a little deeper. faint salty smell and humidity in his throat. “careful now baby” you whispered. as cliff was ending abruptly the sea came into full view. powerful in its silent struggle against the wall of sand, the horizon nowhere to be seen. stars blending with tiny snowflakes resting on the locks of your hair.

“focillio” regulus murmured under his breach, warmth from his wand encapsulating the both of you within its protective bubble. as if his mere presence wasn’t enough to set your insides on fire. there was a bonfire of passion hiding beneath his long lashes, deep below the icy surface of his pupils only for you to see. and it was hungry. ever since you left the house it was begging to be set free and devour you both.

before he could even but his wand in the back pocket of his pants your lips landed on his. a little flustered at first, he responded eagerly. the kiss was sweet, full of grateful inexchanged feelings, it was patient, slowly progressing into a full-blown make-out session. your hands were wrapped around his frame, drawing hearts onto his lower back. you didn’t notice when your face ended up nuzzled in his cashmere scarf, inhaling regulus’ scent. his head weighting on your shoulder, grounding you in this intimate moment.

but then you felt a cold pinch on your exposed neck. and then another two before snowflakes decorated the crown of your head. “bloody hell, im so sorry!” your boyfriend jumped away from you, scratching his hair in embarrassment. you just laughed and kissed his cheek. “you’re just too distracting” he murmured bashfully, causing you to erupt in laughter once again. “what? why are you laughing at me?” oh dear, he looked like a lost puppy. “i’m just really happy. that’s all” you confessed. regulus held your cheeks in his hands. “i love you, y/n l/n” you went on your tiptoes to reach his face and join your foreheads together. “i love you too, regulus black”

[gn001-re]

Hello! I wanted to thank you for that Setsuna post from before. There was some info I have no access to (due to not having 'guidebooks' and such); and also I loved your headcanons for him. So, yeah, now I an the one who wants to see more of your Setsuna headcanons, and I'd be really happy if you shared your 'more specific ones.'

Aah, thank you so much, aylynn, that means so much coming from you, as I trust you with knowing 00 so well! Hopefully I can share more of the side materials once I get a scanner…

Anyway, I apologize in advance if some of my headcanons are random/silly/I might be overthinking the smallest details, but with Setsuna I feel like every little thing he expresses carry a lot of meaning:

• I mostly really love his connections with his Gundams and how special it is… So I like to imagine that sometimes he retreats to his Gundam's cockpit whenever he needs to relax or clear his head.

Probably my most divisive though specific headcanon I have is that, although he wouldn't know how to word it, and I doubt he did it deliberately, I believe his Gundams have some kind of a "soul", thanks to his love, passion, and ideals - They are the embodiment of it all. This same soul passes over depending on which unit he's piloting, as it's more than the machine,but the whole concept of a bringer of peace.

Though deep down I believe he has a special attachment to Exia. Which can't be helped since she was his first Gundam, and they spent so much time together. The way 00 having Exia's GN Drive was so important for him speaks volumes… Not to mention Repair II's return at the end of S2. He also most likely used Repair III to rescue Saji and Louise in the movie…! (I'm just so sad we never got to see it, but at least motorcycle Setsuna is also pretty cool)

• He seems to genuinely see everyone slightly close to him as a friend. Even though S1 Tieria refused to acknowledge him as a proper Meister, Setsuna still seems to regard him as a comrade. He probably never noticed that Saji found his behavior weird, they were friends that even had pizza together and all!

I feel like he's also the type who remembers every little detail about people around him. In attempts to communicate more, he might accidentaly bring up an embarrassing memory that the other person wanted to forget, oops.

Also, I headcanon that his best friend ends up being Tieria after everything. I can only imagine they grew closer after working together with helping the ELS for years - a sort of strong, unspoken bond. Though the occasional disagreement might be inevitable, but they'd know to understand each other better than anyone.

• He wouldn't admit it out loud, but I'd imagine he feels uncomfortable around more realistic style dolls - probably from the faint memory of seeing one around Krugis in crumbles.

• Oddly, the sunset is probably his favorite time of the day. Even though the sun was setting during that traumatic time in Krugis, that was also when he first saw the 0 Gundam. I believe he's the type of person who gets a bit more sentimental during this specific hour. I also find it nice how he's somewhat often associated with sunset imagery in he show, which might also be a symbolism for duality (how he embraces being a living contradiction) and transition (his whole quest for change, which also includes his innovator awakening).

• His way of showing he cares for someone is to quietly watch over them and protect them - I think this comic that was posted on Gundam.info encapsulates the idea perfectly

• Similarly, I often imagine ELS Setsuna sending flowers to his old comrades homes, without explanation or without even saying it was from him.

• Overthinking but: Maybe baby Soran has always dreamed of having a cool scarf, and it's so nice that he got to have it using the turban.

• I find it an interesting aspect of his personality how he refuses to blame others for anything. He felt responsible even for the incident that took the Dylandy siblings family even though he couldn't have done anything about it. He just accepted the blame before Saji found out about the Thrones through the red Haro. Even in Re:vision his monologue starts with "I'm a sinner. Regardless of being brainwashed, or whatever you call it." he doesn't accept any excuses for the events that have happened around him. So I imagine that, even after coming back from the ELS planet and trying to be more open to the idea that he should pursue his own happiness, he remains the type who will carry the weight of the world on his shoulders forever.

• Though one of his possible alternate jobs is a sportsman, I wonder how long he'd be able to play any sport without casually forgetting the rules just like he forgot he shouldn't use TRANS-AM…

• Though it's obvious he'd like mecha anime, I feel like he'd like shows about traveling, or learning about less known places of the world. I also think he'd like farm games and plant flowers everywhere, sorry. He'd have the time of his life with Animal Crossing.

• I also think he'd enjoy bug hunting in real life… Or catching frogs by a pond. And there's no way he never tried building a sand Gundam on the beach the Meisters seem to spend time at.

• I hope that, at some point, the Meisters got to visit an amusement park together… (Unlikely, but I can dream) Setsuna initially would look like he didn't care for the place, and he'd brush it off if Neil asked if he was looking forward to it. Though then everyone loses sight of him as he wanders around, only reappearig at the end of the day, holding way too many things from the stalls. Neil tries to ask if he enjoyed the day, Setsuna regrets that he expected the bumper cars to be faster, too bad they don't have a TRANS-AM mode. Also he totally felt empathetic for the ghosts in the haunted house and wished he could befriend them.

• Random school AU headcanon: Setsuna would skip classes quite a lot, but it'd be alright since Saji would end up adding his name to all group assignments, even if later complaining to him. He wouldn't be above cheating on tests if it meant scoring enough to pass. Probably would get in trouble more than once for bringing a gunpla to the classroom…

• I also have a silly AU/what if the Azadistan-Krugis War never happened, and Setsuna grew up to be a normal boy without getting involved in armed conflict. I like the idea that he'd be a shepherd and get oddly attached to one black sheep he took care of. Though eventually he'd grow dissatisfied with his religion all the same, even without direct war he can't stand people who use it for their own gain, he has always been deeply empathetic (canon Setsuna even getting worried for the other kids at KPSA for one) so he'd still feel bothered knowing war is happening anywhere in the world. So he ends up rebeling against his village and wandering the world with his favorite sheep.

• Silly scenario: Neil shows Setsuna memes because he thinks that's what teenager boys find funny. Setsuna doesn't react at all, which honestly Neil was expecting from the beginning, but it was worth a try. Years later Setsuna shows the same to Lyle, unaware of how dated they are, he just remembers them dearly. Lyle isn't amused.

• It's pretty much stablished that Setsuna only invaded Marina's room because he wanted to hear her voice, he wasn't really expecting her to give him an answer, but hearing her calmed him down as her voice felt so familiar to him… I wonder if his mother told him bedtime stories or something and that's why hearing her talk would have such an effect, even if he doesn't remember them anymore.

• He's the type who doesn't do anything special for his birthday and still struggles with the idea that he deserves to celebrate the day that he was born. If only I could tell him that he was born on Gundam day, he'd be so happy…

Hoping those are alright and thank you for the question!

As always, I'd be open to anyone disagreeing with them and everything, I just really enjoy thinking about Setsuna all day every day