#probably going to make tiny versions of the other characters too

[grapedemon]

Tiny MK, that is all

[rasberrybabez]

Baby Bump

Simon has made plenty of mistakes in his life, one of them being leaving you for another hookup. But when he shows up again, baby in hand and a duffel bag in the other, what can you do?

Because even if that baby isn’t your, it certainly feels like it is. Only when Simon’s there.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Tags: technically baby trapping, parenting, single parents/co parents, reference to parental neglect, details relating to breastfeeding, pregnancy symptoms, smut (eventually), reference to previous injuries during intercourse (not between characters), tension that doesn’t quite count as angst but is tense enough to raise some eyebrows, second chance romance 🩵

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

XoXo-Razz.writes

The guest bedroom wasn’t huge, but it certainly wasn’t small.

Simon could make do. No, he could treasure it as the gift it was. Soft blue covers with fluffy white pillows, a cream colored blanket draped over the edge of the bed.

It was perfect.

You clear your throat, still holding the door for Simon as his mind seems to clear, blinking a few times before hiking his duffel bag higher up on his shoulder. He readjusts his grip on Kai’s carrier, sighing softly and pushing into the room.

He lets the duffel bag fall into the corner, placing the carrier on the bed too. It’s always tricky to get Kai’s buckles undone, but when he’s tired, stressed and practically shaking with the shock of you actually letting him stay, it’s a new type of struggle.

Kai looks up at his dad, those same soft blonde locks falling in small wisps over his head. He blinks up at Simon. Coos softly.

Simon sighs.

“I know buddy… this shit’s tricky. Give me a sec…”

You sigh, watching Simon in his struggles. The weight of the world on his shoulders, the tiny hand wrapped around his finger, looking up at the man you used to know with expectations. A tiny little life… that he has to care for all on his own.

You slip from the door, swallowing hard. It feels odd to want to help… heart pounding with the fear of overstepping. But Simon just looks so damn tired… probably busy traveling and trying to find a place to stay. Trying to find a way to raise a small baby by himself.

And as much as you’re scared, you can feel for him. Because that’s still the man you used to know, the one that used to whisper into your ear after sex. Hold you close and press kisses to your neck. A kiss for a secret… and he told you all of them.

Your hands reach out, brushing past Simon’s as you work the carrier straps. The click of each clip, slowly maneuvering the black strips out from under Kai’s arms. The little baby’s eyes go wide, cooing softly as he looks up at you.

Those same hazel eyes as Simon’s. Fuck it hurts, seeing a tiny version of him… a tiny version that has nothing to do to you. No ties to you or your life with him.

He’s not yours.

You clear your throat and take a step back, looking up at Simon and blinking a few times to clear the weird fog taking over your vision. A few heartbeats pass as he stares back at you, shoulders relaxing and war hardened eyes tracing over your face.

Your hair is shorter, cropped right above your breasts. Are they bigger? Is it just the shirt you’re wearing? Simon can’t tell. But your eyes are just as fucking gorgeous as the day he left, lashes just as long and wispy despite the pain he watches you hide. Every glance at Kai that makes your heart swell and deflate in a matter of milliseconds.

“…thank you. Means a lot to me, sunshine…”

You nod, glancing down at the small baby that he picks up. Kai is dwarfed in his father’s arms, tiny and wide eyed, curious about the world.

“Yeah… of course.” You look over to the duffel bag on the floor, sighing softly. Simon’s entire life, along with his sons, packed up into a single bag. “Do you have formula? I can heat up some water if you want…”

Simon nods, hoisting Kai to his hip and moving to his duffel bag. He grunts softly as he picks it up, placing it on the bed and rustling through it. A few minutes later, and he holds out the package to you with a small smile.

“I’ll come and heat it up if you show me where your microwave is-”

“I got it.” You say suddenly, almost surprising yourself with the sincerity and determination in your voice. For a moment, you panic… maybe you overstepped. “Y-You just look really tired… you can take a nap, I can feed him and put on Tv, it’s fine if not-”

“Thank you.”

Simon says softly, cutting you off. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are tired, but for the first time since he stepped onto your porch, he looks like… Simon. Hardened, yes… a soldier through and through. But almost… calm. Peaceful just to be in your preach as. Happy.

He hands you Kai carefully, smiling and grabbing his bottle too. You cradle Kai with both arms, hanging onto the box of formula and his bottle with a free hand. One last look at Simon as you walk to the door.

And the first smile he’s seen from you in a while.

The door closes with a soft click as you exhale slowly, looking down at the baby in your arms, now that you’re alone. Kai looks up at you carefully, tilting his head and cooing.

And then he giggles.

Your eyes widen in surprise as the baby giggles up at you, tiny hands fisting your shirt. He’s definitely curious, and eyeing your breasts like his next meal. You snort, because he probably thinks they are.

“Sorry baby… no milk for you there. Come on.”

You pat his back, walking downstairs and back into the kitchen. Placing the formula and bottle down, you pause and think. You said Simon could stay a week… maybe you shouldn’t buy a baby bottle heater.

It doesn’t stop you from wanting to.

Kai coos up at you again as you sigh and nod, daring to press a soft kiss to his head. It’s irresistible, the soft forehead with the same fluffy hair as Simon.

It takes a few minutes for the water to heat, and you scoop powdered formula into Kai’s bottle while you wait. He rests at your hip, starting to get more and more demanding, pawing small hands at your breast and even tugging down your shirt to reveal your bra.

You just shoot the baby a look.

“Just like your father… you like my tits a little too much.”

When the water finally heats, you’re able to pour it into his bottle and shake it up. The previously peaceful baby boy is now on the verge of tears, soft little coos turned to hungry cries as you try and shush him. Rock him and bounce him at your hip, finally passing the bottle to his lips.

The relief on his face is immediate, and so is the relief on yours. Sighing, you hike him up higher against your chest, moving to the living room with a once again peaceful baby. He suckles his bottle noisily, looking up at you with wide eyes all too similar to Simon’s.

But the pain they leave behind is slowly ebbing.

You find a nice seat tucked into the corner of the sofa, grabbing a spare towel from the laundry basket on the floor first. You’re sure Simon has a burping cloth, but it’s not like you’re going to go and wake him. That man needs a nap more than his son right now.

Kai suckles against your chest as you scroll through the Tv, finding an episode of some reality show you were busy watching. Nothing life changing, surely not… but a background noise as your attention is trained on Kai.

With him so close to your chest, it almost feels like you’re the one feeding him. Like that pulse and beat of your heart matches his… and the want to care for the small baby like a mother he doesn’t have. You shouldn’t get attached, you took Simon and Kai in because he had nowhere else to go.

Because deep down, you still love him.

You know you shouldn’t. He hurt you in a way no one else ever has. Because of some mistake along the way to what you hoped would someday be permanent. But you understand why he had to… he had a son. Has one… the small boy cradled close in your arms, head pressed against your chest and tiny hands wrapped around yours. Feeding him a bottle.

A bottle you know you’ll heat up again and again and again. Maybe a baby bottle heater is a good investment… scratch that, it has to be. It cost £60 anyways, so it might as well work.

This next week is going to be hard. And exciting, and wonderful. Painful, to be so close to Simon again.

Maybe it’s the closure you’ve always needed.

Maybe it’s the doorway to something new.

[tossawary]

I think it would be fun to do a "character swaps with older version of themselves" fic with Moshang. A post-canon Mobei-Jun who has been happily married for a while (probably at least 50 years old) accidentally touches some plot device artifact and time travels, swapping places with his 20ish-year-old self. Older MBJ wakes up in head disciple Shang Qinghua's bed where his younger self had been napping.

Younger MBJ lands in his own palace, where he is quickly found and fawned over by Older SQH, who can't help but think this MBJ is so cute. The System quickly confirms for Shang Qinghua that this situation has been sorted into a "multiple timelines" thing, so SQH doesn't have to worry about "protecting the timeline" by doing anything like hiding the fact that he's MBJ's husband. (So, there's an alternate timeline younger version of Airplane Bro now? He's just going to... ignore having an existential crisis about it. Yeah.)

Which is great because Older MBJ would not have thought about this at all as a potential issue. Older MBJ also thinks Younger SQH (Younger Airplane Bro) is incredibly cute and has no problem informing him that they're married in the future. Younger Airplane Bro is trying to figure what the fuck is happening, but he's having trouble thinking over the sound of how MBJ only became hotter: MBJ didn't get much taller, but he did get wider, heavier, more muscular, and hairier. Holy shit. Older MBJ doesn't even have any problems passionately kissing Younger SQH just to prove that they're married. And he smiles! He's so gentle and communicative! Comparatively!

("Luo Binghe is the Demon Emperor in my time," Older MBJ says. "Ah? Who's Luo Binghe?" Younger Airplane Bro lies very badly. "Hmmm, so you did know," Older MBJ says, and then makes some comment about LBH's husband that makes Younger SQH go, "HIS WHAT NOW?!")

Younger MBJ is trying to be cool, not really confused or scared, and Older SQH spoils him rotten by showing off the home that they're made together and how well the palace works to serve and defend MBJ. Linguang-Jun can't show up here because SQH will light him on fire if he shows his face. Younger MBJ doesn't even really like his SQH yet and is also struggling with how good Older SQH looks: a little taller, broader, relaxed and easygoing, answering all of his questions and explaining important things to him, dressed like a beloved demon lord's spouse, efficiently ordering everyone around. "Call me Gege," Older Shang Qinghua said with a wink, and it went straight to Younger MBJ's defenseless heart; he is developing new kinks immediately. Help him.

In the end, after a few days at most, they manage to switch Older and Younger MBJ back without too much issue. Older SQH is a little annoyed that his husband kissed an alternate timeline version of himself, but mostly because he sure would have liked that experience when he was only a disciple! Okay, SQH may have pet Younger MBJ's head and pinched his cheeks and hugged him and brushed his hair a little and shamelessly lavished him with good examples of human affection, but it's not the same!!!

Younger MBJ and Younger SQH in the alternate timeline are left in SQH's tiny head disciple house, completely flustered, sitting next to each other and barely able to look at each other. What. The. Fuck. Eventually, Shang Qinghua manages to say, "Uh, do you want to make out?" at the same time that Mobei-Jun says, "We should get married as soon as possible. Tomorrow."

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓽 𝓦𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓤: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭

special mention to @cosmiiwrites for inspiring this AU in the first place :}

I’m going to preface this by saying this version of Charlie is quite different from her canon counterpart; much more mature and emotionally intelligent and not as naive. (I gave her critical thinking skills and empathy) Still very bubbly and friendly, but not so childish.

Despite knowing that sinners are in Hell for a reason, the exterminations are still kind of a rough time for her, what with all the bloodshed. But she understands why it has to happen and that it ultimately puts these souls out of their misery.

Much more proactive concerning the lives of hellborn demons, doing her best to make existence easy for them. It is their native home after all.

The hotel isn’t for redemption, it’s just something she likes doing, especially after Lilith left.

Charlie was close with her dad, but definitely a mama’s girl growing up. Once the idealistic lense she viewed her mother through was cracked, she needed something to fill her days. Besides, she’s always had an affinity for taking care of people.

She also has made jobs for hellborn demons who need them, and pays wonderfully. Housekeeping, cooking, bartending, etc. and they all get their own quarters.

Charlie and Ronnie (I renamed her Veronica, and I still have yet to flesh out her role in this AU) aren’t dating yet, as much as she would like to. She just has a lot on her plate and knows she’s just not yet ready to get back on the dating scene, especially after her last relationship.

As busy as the hotel keeps her, she makes sure to call Lucifer at least a few times a week.

Looooves 20th century stuff, just something about it sparks joy in her. She’s about 200 years old, so the fashion, films, and music of that era hold a special place in her heart. She has all the Don Bluth and Steven Spielberg movies, and Thumbelina is her favorite.

She has a genuinely good heart, of course, but can be impatient sometimes, which leads to her slipping up and making a wrong turn every so often. But despite all that, she’s mature enough to admit when something is her fault and owns up to her mistakes.

Her passion bubble isn’t as near the surface as it was several decades ago, but she still gets riled up sometimes. (I’ll do her Big Scary™️ design if this gets enough notes)

also yes she has a Customer Service Voice, and it gave the others some major whiplash the first time they heard the difference.

Now regarding her design

I wanted to give her some actual body mass so she doesn’t look like she might break if you hug her too hard. I know Viv designed her after a porcelain doll, but her skin being just straight up white never really sat right with me, so I give her some pink undertones and red accents in her ears.

For her horns, I really just changed the position and shape, and they’re out 24/7.

The inconsistency of her face spots in the show bothered me a tiny bit so I replaced them with the little hearts on the apples of her cheeks. (hehe lol)

I took away the red in her bangs because I wanted her hair to actually make sense. Both her bubble braid in the series and her hair in the pilot bugged me in some way, so I found a middle ground. Seriously, I feel like they were really just trying to rip off series Rapunzel with her, so I did her a proper justice.

As stated in this post here, her tux in the series really grins my gears, so I fixed that :>

I imagine that after a long day of running the hotel, Charlie would change into something a little more loose fitting than her work uniform, and I wanted to see her wearing something other than red so I tried out some cooler tones for her leisure outfit.

If I had a quarter for every time a character in this show wore a bow tie, I could probably get myself a diet soda, so I replaced hers with a garnet heart bolo tie, which doubles as the pendant of the choker necklace she wears off the clock.

[rooniearts]

Two questions i have about your hedgehog swap AU

How do each variant act? Example, do the Shadow and Silver versions of Sonic act like a quiet and energetic version of him respectively?

Also more importantly, how would each group act together? Would the Green Hill gang joke about how different they all are and hang out with their little bro Tails while the Time Travellers wonder where in the timeline they are?

Lots to dig into here! Bear with me, this might turn into a wall of text haha :'D

1) How do each variant act?

Basically, they still have their base personalities, just the baggage they're carrying changes how the react to things. But here's a quick rundown of everyone;

For the Green Hill boys, Shadow is quiet and reserved, but he is so sweet and helpful. He tends to prefer thinking before acting, but he's not immune to an impulsive action or two. Silver, on the other hand, is very impulsive which, combined with his hotheadedness and his naivete, can land him in some serious trouble. He's probably a little less brash than Sonic, but he has his moments. He, too, is very sweet and kind though <3 He very much reads like the average shounen protagonist to me

The Ark boys are complex because they change over time. Sonic is at the beginning very, very volatile and very angry. He's cocky and throws out quips and insults like they're candy, and also constantly derails from his mission to pick fights with any living being he sees. After his character growth, he really wants to be friends with everyone, but doesn't really know how to go about it, so he just kind of ends up insulting people and coming off as a jerk. Someone described it PERFECTLY as "bully who wants to be friends but doesn't know how" in the notes on one of my posts, and that's exactly what he's like!!!!!

Ark Silver is a whole can of worms. When he first emerges, there is no second thought and there is certainly no stopping him. He just makes it his mission to destroy and ruin everyone who wronged him, who he has decided is all of planet earth, and he doesn't care who gets in the way. They only manage to defeat him by having him tire himself out until a breaking point. In the aftermath, he turns into a bit of a recluse who just wants to be left to his own devices. Although he's pretty cold, he's still outwardly a bit kinder and easier to get along with than the other two Ark boys, and he still has moments of pure naivete. But he also has a hell of a temper and will crash out at any provocation, despite trying really hard not to.

The Future boys aren't as set in stone, but here goes! Sonic is very similar to his canon self, except a bit more level-headed and clever. He's less brash, because any injury or exhausting yourself mid-battle could lead to certain death in his world. With Shadow, he's taken on a very stoic and almost warrior-like personality. He likes to thoroughly consider any move he takes before he commits to it, and is constantly up to date on what rescources he has access to. For both of them, I think they're much less likely to actually believe Mephiles, but they both end up following his orders anyway because it's their only tiny glimmer of hope for a better future

And that should be about it! Up next is;

2) How would the group act together?

I already made comics about how every Sonic, Shadow and Silver react to their variants!

Now how they would all react really depends on each one, but I feel like Green Hill!Silver and Ark!Sonic would probably be the least likely to get along. Silver would just take the bait every time, and Sonic presses his buttons knowingly. However. I think Future!Sonic and Future!Shadow would get along so naturally and become such fast friends <3 I find their dynamic really really cuuuteee <3<3<3

[sugardollcurse]

HIIII!!! I’m a..BIG FAN of your work 🤭🤭 do you think you could possibly do the boys reactions to someone with odd colored hair? Like blue, pink, green type thing :3 (I hope that doesn’t sound too silly I just think it might be cute 😭)

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟

𐙚 note ; NOT silly at all angel ♡ it sounds so cute actually, and I’d love to cook that one up!! thank you for the sweet ask!

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

"Well look at you, bloody peacock. What d’you do, stick your head in an inkpot?"

Genuinely delighted

he laughs the first time he sees you, not mocking, just stunned, and immediately walks up like “Can I touch it?”

Starts asking you if you’ve ever been arrested, and if you wanna be.

Calls you “raspberry head” or “lemon top” depending on your current hue.

“God, they’ll ban you from tea shops for this,” he says, clearly thrilled by the idea.

Thinks you look like a comic book character or a rogue from a pulp magazine. And he adores it.

Stares like a lot.

Like, to the point where it’s embarrassing for everyone in the room but him.

Starts egging you on to do even weirder things with it.

Wants to see how far you’ll go.

Asks you for fashion advice because you clearly know what you’re doing.

He’s not the type to dye his own, but he thinks about it.

Makes jokes about shaving it off instead.

“You’re miles ahead of us,” he says. “Your brain’s got glitter in it or somethin’.”

Once offhandedly says, “You know, if we were both women I’d snog you just to see if the blue rubs off”

Stares at you too long after that.

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

"You’re not allowed to just walk in lookin’ like that. People’ve got hearts, y’know."

Sees you the first time and absolutely thinks it’s a wig.

No hesitation.

He squints, tilts his head, walks a little too close and almost gets smacked because he’s trying to see the roots.

He’s trying so hard to play it cool but he’s never seen anything like it!

Not at the clubs, not even in Soho... maybe in a French magazine once but that was a model!

It rattles him a little honestly.

Totally circles back later like: “So… what made you do it?” and then, immediately after, “Looks good though. I mean. On you.”

Starts noticing your shampoo smell. compliments your conditioner like a freak.

The more time he spends around you, the more obsessed he becomes with how the color looks under different lights.

“It looked different yesterday. Did you change it again?”

If someone says anything rude, “Oh, piss off, it’s hair, not a threat to the nation.”

Says he’s worried about how “people’ll talk,” but it’s 30% concern, 70% thinly-veiled possessiveness.

Starts noticing colour more.

Paint swatches. Bright ties. Weird vinyl covers. You pretty much make his world bigger.

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

“You’ve got colour on your head.

Says it with a deadpan face. pauses. Then grins

Quietly amazed but doesn’t wanna make a fuss about it.

If it’s pastel, he’ll say you look like a flower. Doesn’t elaborate

Gets real philosophical about it if you let him.

“Maybe people should wear their inside colours on the outside more.”

Not into loudness for loudness’s sake, but he likes that you don’t give a shit what other people think.

That part speaks to him.

Definitely the type to find out what the chemicals are in dye, and be like ‘you know this used to be illegal in france in the 1800s?’

One day he just says, deadpan, “it suits you. you’d look wrong with normal hair.”

Probably picks at his own split ends after, thinking about what he’d look like in colour

He probably would never dye his hair.

But he would let you test dye a little streak under his fringe where no one could see

“Just a tiny one,” he says, and then sits very still, trusting you entirely

Starts sketching little versions of you in the margins of setlists.

You're fun to draw!

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

"You look like one of those sweets they sell in Brighton. You know, the ones you feel guilty biting into."

Ringo’s first reaction is just a full-on grin.

He's so tickled by it.

He compares it to jelly beans, lollipops, sherbet, birds, sunsets, rainclouds, lava lamps, carnival lights.

Always something bright and fizzy.

Probably accidentally helps you maintain it by buying you shampoo “that looked cool” and it ends up being exactly what you needed.

Wants to touch it constantly. Lightly tugs at it when you sit together. Tries to wear it as a moustache if it's long.

Proudly introduces you as “my technicolour darling” at parties, like he’s showing off a prize-winning fish.

Asks, dead serious, “Would it work on me? Maybe just the sides. I’ve got the face for it.”

Thinks you’re brilliant and brave and just the right kind of mad.

Touches your hair and goes “sproing!” like it’s made of magic

Brings you little hair clips shaped like stars and pretends he found them on the ground

Insists you were born for album covers.

Every time you walk into a room he makes a camera sound effect and says “that’s the one”

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[stars-obsession-pit]

DPxDC or other such DP crossover fics sometimes like to flirt with the idea of immensely powerful/eldritch Ghost King and/or Ancient Of Space Danny who outclasses everyone else, but I feel like they often fall short of making his power come across as truly overwhelming instead of just like… “regular powerful”.

Like sure he can easily take out the designated Worf dangerous villain (often Darkseid in a DPxDC thing) but like… without the actual story itself truly establishing that character’s power beforehand, that doesn’t necessarily feel as impactful as it could.

And even if the story does try to establish that, “he just punches the enemy and they fold” doesn’t carry the same… pizazz as something more reality-shaking.

(Not that stories necessarily need that pizazz, but like for reinforcing the image of strength it’s certainly helpful, especially if you don’t have that established power to take down first)

So anyway here’s a sorta rambled set of ideas for that sort of “more overwhelming power” stuff

What if when Danny is summoned, the whole world lurches for a moment as all of the planet’s momentum is ground to a halt by his arrival then reinstated. Or maybe gravity just… stops working for a moment, letting many items drift upwards into the air before falling back down.

Perhaps the whole sky could suddenly shift too. The daytime sky blackens to night, or the night turns to day. Maybe all the stars flare up brightly enough to become visible despite the sun’s glare (probably also shining brightly enough to cause eye damage to anyone unlucky enough to be looking outside at the time).

Or you could go more horror/freaky eldritch with it. The stars change to resemble eyes staring down on the world. Whispers can be heard originating from somewhere in the sky above. Maybe you’re crazy, but you could swear there’s a pattern to the positions of the stars currently visible, some hidden message encoded within them.

Or like just generally… summoning something that powerful isn’t a quiet affair. The world feels his arrival.

Relatedly, though not quite as directly relevant to this post’s contents, you’d probably also want to greatly increase the difficulty of summoning him. He’s too impressive to be given a lame/easy summoning ritual, you know? Make them work for their chance to talk to something this powerful.

And what about when Danny is present? How would he interact with the world?

Maybe when he needs to grab something from somewhere distant, instead of just creating a small portal and reaching through, space itself folds. Their vision distorts and suddenly the other location is just there beside them as if it always had been. Danny casually just reaches across, grabs the item, and then the world returns to normal.

Or alternatively, a tiny version of the world appears in his hands—not just a copy but an instance of the planet itself—and he just reaches down into it and plucks the item up. If someone were to happen to look up from the item’s location while he did it, they would see a planet-sized figure reaching down and lifting the item away into the heavens. And as it shrinks away into the distant sky, it simultaneously grows to appear in Danny’s own hand retracting from the globe.

That effect could also appear in a more subtle fashion when he travels - instead of zipping through the air, he seems to walk casually, yet each step moves him forward an immense distance across the planet (or beyond).

And when he fights, he’s unstoppable. His regular abilities are already tuned up to a million - cold powerful to bring a whole planet to basically absolute zero, his wail nearly tearing the fabric of universe ahead of him apart, etc. But you could also give him other fancier things based on being Ancient of Space or Ghost King like throwing around miniature stars or black holes, pulling people’s souls out of their bodies, etc. Hell, just the manipulation of space on its own would open up ridiculous numbers of possibilities - redirecting attacks (guaranteeing that his attacks hit and that others’ attacks miss (or are even turned back on themselves)), stretching/compressing space around someone to prevent them from moving, folding space to drop them into something hazardous like a supernova, etc.

Again, this is a version of Danny that’s meant to be godlike. I feel like his power should be able to majorly reshape the whole world around him (and thus you’d want/need to openly shown it as such for that fact to come across).

Even if he isn’t fighting, there’s also the more passive possibilities because like, his power doesn’t necessarily just vanish when not in use.

His aura is often shown freezing people under the weight of his power, but let’s take it further into the theme. It doesn’t just make them freeze, it forces them to experience all the different ways they could die. Or maybe it’s a bit more on the space side of things and they bear witness to the scale of the universe and heat death, all the stars burning out as their whole universe goes dark.

Then Danny apologizes and suddenly the visions recede and they realize that wasn’t even an intentional threat. His mere presence is just like that unless he actively realizes and holds himself back.

Or there could also be like, casual references to situations so beyond the heroes’ perceptions.

He’s summoned and mentions like “oh yeah I solved those threats to your planet for you” and they’re like “Wait, threats? Plural? There was more than one?!”

Because to them, those other threats were impossible to see coming (e.g. a really small, really distant asteroid that wasn’t visible to any telescopes yet, or their universe being on a collision course with something else in the Infinite Realms, or etc). But to Danny they were like… obvious issues with easy fixes (or maybe not easy per se but like, a normal part of the job).

[sunrisecaminus]

After reading the holoform posts, I would like to request an AutobotsxReader. Let's have Y/N discover that the bots ability to shift in this way and panic bc they were once surrounded by pretty bots, and they can easily hide their blushes now and then, but now? They cant- their screaming, "OH NO THEIR STILL HOT" in their head. Poor soul would not survive, and I would love the autobots to tease the reader about how flustered they are.

Message - Unfortunately I am not as interested in holoforms as a want to be. This is probably one of the only ones I would make that has to do with the human versions of the characters. It is still interesting to think of what they would do as humans.

Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Ratchet, Wheeljack x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Optimus, Magnus, Arcee, Ratchet, and Wheeljack reacting to you flirting with them. Either you accidentally call them hot or just flat out flirt with them.

Warnings - none

Optimus You have been with him for so long…and now you can finally see what he looks like in holoform! Knowing this was very important for not only you, but to their important disguise missions, you were there for Optimus every step of the way to teach him human cultures and how everything works in society. Finally when he showed you his body, it was shocking to say the least. He chose a womanly body with the average height and weight, average boob size and a small lower half. He wanted to not really catch any attention and didn't go too pretty…what he didn't know was now you were bleeding out your nose and having hearts come out your eyes. The beauty he possessed was extortionary which made you say some stuff you would regret in your grave. "Woah…you look so hot." When it slipped, not only you, but Optimus was also a blushing mess and neither of you spoke to each other out of embarrassment. At night he would tell you how much he appreciated your complimented. Kissing you on the cheek would have killed you and made your heart stop. Snuggles and cuddles, all of it.

Magnus He has literal notes of everything he has to know about human culture. Magnus even learned to be trilingual with human languages, which is English, Spanish, and German. His holoform looked so nice and sleek, with a lovely average man muscle bod with a bit of tan in his skin. What made it even cuter, was that he had tiny little freckles covering his entire face and had a lovely square like structure to the chin. Everything about him was so hot, that you had to compliment him…what you didn't know was that you were going to say it in such a weird way. "Y-you look so good Magnus! I really love your face." When the last word slipped your mouth, you knew you fucked up. It sounded so awkward, but you just wanted to tell him how well he made the human form looked! Magnus was a bit flustered about it, but thanked you and moved on to working. At night he complimented about how beautiful you looked to him and gave you a lovely kiss on the hand. Now you get to show him the suit store and give him a nice collection of lovely outfits. He would tell you it was unnecessary…but it all honestly he loves every single suit you get him.

Arcee She is still short, but goodness is she clutched as all hell. Girly looks like she would still beat the ever loving crap out of you. Her lovely leather jacket look with the nice spiky gloves and thin lips. Her eyes were still sharp enough to gut you. Arcee loved it though, as now you were able to take her to skate parks and move theaters without anybody thinking she was an alien. Since Jasper was a small town, most of the time the movies were empty, so you got to explain somethings that happens in the things you watch because she doesn't understand why somethings are important to humans. She is one of the most riskier ones though, as she likes to go off by herself and could get in serious trouble if it wasn't for you being able to save her aft once in a while. "You are sexy as always." She giggled at your little comment which made you want to slurp the sentence back in your mouth. She loved every second of you and wanted to remember everything you did together. Later on before you went to bed, you catch her swaying her butt a little when she was walking away and even winked at you. Arcee was going to be the death of you one of these days, and you weren't even upset about it.

Ratchet The doctor chose a nice white haired middle age man. What he didn't know, was that he looked so handsome in your eyes even though he had soft bags under his eyes. His eyes pierced through your soul and it made your hair stand up a bit. Ratchet still did a lot of work and it made you upset from how much he still didn't want to learn about Human culture. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pout. "Are you not going to lunch with me, hot stuff?" Thankfully the blush was hidden from your face because he wasn't looking at you, but boy howdy was his face fully red. The smile grew on your face as he tried to brush you off. You loved teasing him as much as he does with you on a regular basis. At night he takes you into his office and lets you sit on his lap while he does the rest of his paperwork, wanting nothing more but to just give you as many kisses as you deserve. Ratchet will blush a lot, which makes him hate his human body even more because now he can't even hide when he is flustered. The moment you joke about his bashfulness is making him want to throw you.

Wheeljack Man is the most scarred man on the planet when he is a human. Either he did it to look more like the scars on his body OR he just wanted to look more badass. Jack loves seeing you without looking down and spins you around whenever you see each other. He throws you onto his back and runs around like he has no care in the world. Whenever Jack can, he tries to learn cooking to make sure he got some of the human culture down and loves to swear as much as he can. Hearing you say "Hi sexy" got him blushing like a mad man and gets back at you for causing him to be so distracted. Just a simple cat call or two and Wheeljack is tackle you on the ground to get you to shup up. He smiles a lot more than he use to and it looks good on him. Wheeljack loves how small he is and how everything around him looks so much bigger, being able to adventure with you into tiny caves when he couldn't back when he was a bot. Camping with you in the middle of no where while sitting next to a camp fire is his favorite thing by far, Watching as you stare at his hot ass body.

[peaxhxhair]

Raising Kids with them - Overwatch Heroes

Featuring: Cassidy, Mercy, Moira, Roadhog, Junker Queen Warnings: Moira. A/n: this isn't exactly the official setting for each character - but this is fanfiction so we're gonna ignore it lol Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a member! <3

Odessa Stone (Junker Queen)

She wouldn't be into having kids at first - thinking that something so small would make her weak.

It does - but she refuses to admit it.

You both decided adoption was probably the best option - adopting a sweet baby girl.

I think Dez would be all about teaching her kids to fight.

Even before they've learnt to walk.

"C'mon kiddo! I was fighting at your age!"

Sometimes you would find her playing with your baby - making it look as if they were both boxing.

It was quite a funny sight.

You'll come home from work and find them watching wrestling or something.

Probably swears around your kid.

Your babies first word is probably 'cunt' or 'fuck'

You're usually the one to take your daughter to school, but on the off chance Dez does - the rest of the parents are scared of her.

The kids adore her though.

She'll struggle doing stuff like diaper changes at first - as anyone would

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As your daughter gets older - she grows into a mini version of Dez.

She wont call her 'mom' - instead calling her something silly like 'cunt' or 'fuckwit'

Dez gets a real kick out of it - and does the same.

Dez would be a little disappointed if your kid didn't want to fight, though she'd still be supportive - even if she didn't really understand.

Cries on your daughters wedding day - but tries to hide it.

"I'm not crying cunt, you're crying"

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog)

I think Mako would be really good with kids-

Big brooding dad & cute tiny daughter combo type vibe

Maybe she's really talkative, and he just listens.

He'd let her put clips in his hair and paint his nails.

It's giving Gru when his girls are doing ballet.

He's always the one to hold the kids when needed - since he barely has any issue.

His hands are just so big.

Even if you had like - 4 kids he would have no trouble carrying them all.

You were grateful that you could have some time alone sometimes, as Mako is a very competent father.

'crane's hand back while driving when kid opens snack' dad

Your kid might pretend to wear his shoes - and they can barely even stand properly in them, let alone walk.

Moira O'Deorain 

Does not want kids.

Only agreed because you would make a face at her whenever you saw a baby.

test-tube baby fr

Literally will not go to another doctor about her kids health.

Does she know anything about kids? No.

Does she think she knows more than the QUALIFIED children's doctors? Absolutely she does.

MIGHT agree to taking your kid to see Angela - if you're not too keen on her doing science on your kid.

HATES being called mom.

She's fine with your kid just calling her by her name.

This was weird on the first day of school - most parents thinking your kids other parent wasn't in the picture.

She was fine with that idea - meaning that you 'left' your old partner for her. Narcissist.

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Your babies first word was definitely her name.

but in the cute baby way.

'Moiwa'

When your kid gets a little older, maybe they'll ask about Moira's arm.

"This is what happens when you smoke"

Your kid will never even THINK about smoking ever again.

It isn't until they're 30 that they realise that wasn't true.

Prefers to keep her kids away from science - as much as it was important to her.

She'll barely talk to you about it either - which may be hard if you're also a part of Talon.

Having to bring your kids to work with you is definitely SOMETHING.

You'd prefer for them to be with you rather than with Moira, though.

Your kids are NOSY, so you have to bend the truth a little bit.

Just to make sure they don't view their mom as the ruthless geneticist that she ACTUALLY is.

"Why is miss Amelie blue?"

"She didn't eat her vegetables"

Angela Ziegler (Mercy)

BIG on consistent check-ups.

Sometimes she'll do them herself, but she prefers the professionals.

She doesn't specialise in child care, but she does make sure that your child is going to the best doctor in the field.

Definitely enjoys shopping for baby clothes.

Works with baby on lap - letting the little guy play with her fingers.

Aeroplane noises while getting the baby to eat.

does NOT let the kid eat candy until they're like 10.

This was hard for you - because it meant you couldn't have candy in the house.

Secret stash of sweets hidden somewhere in your car.

One in Overwatch HQ too.

ALWAYS prepared.

Baby needs a snack? She's got cut up grapes in her bag.

Always has wipes and diapers.

"Hey babe? Where's their bottle?" She's already retrieved it from the drying rack.

Tiny first-aid kid in her bag at ALL times.

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If your kid wants their ears pierced at Claire's. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Angela is panicked at any idea of infections - especially when it comes to your kid.

Your kiddo is made to wear clip on earrings until they qualify to be pierced by a professional.

Will always make sure places are baby safe before you take your kid there.

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She's calm 90% of the time - she just cares about general safety and health.

Matching onesies with your kid.

Chilli and Bingo core :)

Angela would LOVE doing Halloween costumes for your kiddo.

They're always so CUTE.

If she has the time, she'll put together matching family ones.

Cole Cassidy

Baby carrier dad.

Like he'll just carry your baby everywhere.

Gets upset when he has to put the little guy down.

"We're just fine over here. No need to pull us apart"

Your child definitely prefers him to you - which you're fine with.

It's just so cute seeing them play together.

I'd say he's a girl dad - the type to teach her how to shoot, or play football with.

9 times out of ten, he'll fall asleep while reading her a bedtime story, so he always just ends up sleeping in your daughters bed with her.

The two of them cuddled up on the tiny mattress - he's holding your little girl so protectively.

~~~

The moms at the nursery you take your daughter to all think Cole is hot.

Too right.

They just need to learn to keep their hands to themselves.

Your kid is very protective of him - and your relationship.

If you're married, she'll be like;

"Daddy, show her your wedding ring!! Isn't it nice?"

It makes Cole chuckle every time.

Cole didn't even need to shut the women down - your kid was doing all the work for him.

~~~

Definitely the dad that all of your kids friends like

"Your dad is so cool!"

He's always invited to their little tea parties and stuff.

Yes, he will put on the crown and princess dress.

[tiredfox64]

Waiter waiter!!

More giant Bi-han pls !!

(Headcanons,,, or smrhn,,, other characters are cool too !!)

Big...That's It

Yip notes: kitchen burning all around me with my lighter in my hand and the food on fire ...Okay...headcanons are good...custom job...g/t stuff again okay okay

Pairings: Bi-Han x Gn reader, Raiden x Gn reader

Warnings: My headcanons gasp opinions oh gosh

Bi-Han

I said it once and I'll say it again. It's giving Marc Antony and Pussyfoot. Just this big, aggressive guy who has to deal with this little menace that causes so much trouble but he loves them.

That man HATES to have you out of his sight. You need to be in front of him or in his peripheral vision.

If you can't stay in front of Bi-Han you're getting the towel or the leash. He will slam you down into a hand towel and wrap you up like a newborn Russian baby. That small leash that's made for bearded dragons that he bought one day? That's going on you too.

All silliness aside, Bi-Han actually likes you this way. A tiny thing that fits in the palm of his hand.

He likes that you're pathetic and you're forced to depend on him for certain things like getting you food or fighting off ants that try to fight you.

He purposely gives you big slices of food because you look cute shoving food in your cheeks. You look so silly eating baby corn, don't worry it's in a good way. He does scold you if you fill your mouth up too much and taps your back lightly to make you spit it out. Okay...maybe not so light.

You are his stress toy. You will be in a death grip while Bi-Han's thumb rubs against your head. You're an analog stick.

He doesn't trust you to sit on his head. You're gonna pull his hair and he knows it. You can stay on his shoulder.

Bi-Han likes to keep you in his room. You have your own little setup (probably in a huge cage with cloths over it) like your own room. He won't provide you furniture so you'll have to ask someone else cough cough Tomas cough choke to get you doll furniture.

He'd probably keep your room on a bedside table. Anything near his bed will do. He does that so he can have his hand near you. Don't worry he doesn't twitch or attack in his sleep so you won't wake up accidentally because he slapped the table.

This stays between you and me BUT he keeps his hand near you to make sure you're safe. If you're in trouble or struggle to fall asleep, you can tap on his hand and he'll be there to help. He'll bitch about it, sorry. But Bi-Han sure can provide you the best back massage with his two fingers so you can sleep peacefully.

Heaven help the poor son of a bitch who accidentally (or purposely) kicks you. You'll be down, a bit sore maybe, and then Bi-Han will come around and--oh look at that it's snowing blood.

Raiden

Ah yes, such a gentleman who unfortunately shocks you a lot.

Raiden needs to be careful with you after he uses his amulet. If you were at a normal human size you wouldn't be shocked by him once he was done with the amulet. But because you're a little bitty you get quite the shock when he touches you.

Oooo, is someone cooking pollo asado? Oh wait, that's just you.

He is totally fine with keeping you on his head and under his hat. It's safe and comfortable. You stay cool while the light seeps in. You could pass out up there while using his head of hair as your bed.

I genuinely believe this man would have doll hairbrushes for you. It's either Barbie hairbrushes or Ever After High hairbrushes. They were definitely borrowed from Johnny.

I feel like Raiden can cook simple meals and he will cook you miniature versions of those meals. Have a mini omelet.

Gently hold the reader in your hands, Raiden, gently hold them. This man has his hands cupped to hold you.

He's not possessive, he is just scared to have others hold you. Especially Kung Lao and Johnny because of how rough they can be.

You know those bunny owners who have a room dedicated to their bunny? Yeah, that's him but with you. You got a whole penthouse on one side of his room. Boujee ass dollhouse accessories and some great rat hammocks.

He likes to have you near when he meditates. He believes it can suppress your devious rat tendencies. If not, then at least Raiden can keep an ear open for you.

No touching the amulet! He reminds you every week. It's either curiosity or pure stupidity that drives you to go near it with your tiny hands.

Some nights...most nights, he lets you sleep on a pillow next to him. He knows not to roll onto you even in his sleep. Raiden likes to have his little lover close to him. You'll get a big goodnight kiss. Dawh :3

Yap notes: Yes, yes, I know I should be celebrating with family but this Christmas Eve hasn't been spectacular. So I spent some of my alone time doing this. Plus, that g/t curse was getting me again. A week of throat problems, a week of nose problems, a week of car and water problems, random bursts of anxiety and blood pressure spiking. Damn Fishii I said I would get to it! I might have a late Christmas gift for you (but with your luck my family might call me names again and I'll end up working on the whole thing tomorrow). To anyone else who might want to ignore family for a bit by reading, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Now if this damn post just works that would be great.

[temis-de-leon]

MC with a selfish best friend

MC mourning the loss of a long toxic friendship with the help of the brothers.

Characters: demon brothers and fem!MC (written as platonic, but could be read as romantic)

Masterlist , Part 2 (kind of)

CW: continued discussion about weight gain and weight loss, eating as a coping mechanism, obssesive and manipulative behaviour, emotional blackmail, a glimpse of animal neglect, a tiny nod at suicide, MC trying to hide her feelings, anxiety, TLC from the brothers

A/N: kind of self insert because I'm writing my own experience, so this isn't the most relatable MC. Still, I hope you enjoy it! Remember I'm not a native english speaker, so there might be some grammar mistakes.

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Back then, not that long ago, MC was completely sure she wouldn’t go any further in life. She was stuck in college, in her family and her friend group. There was a dynamic she could work through and, although it could be better, she wasn’t one to complain.

It was a flooded basement with filthy water, but at least it lacked rats.

She just needed some time to start working on herself. Go to therapy, lose some weight maybe? Start cooking again and stop wasting money on fast food. She did use to enjoy spending time in the kitchen and experimenting, after all, but the only things she cooked during her last months in the human realm were mugcakes and pasta. Not necessarily nutritious, but easy to make.

Thank god she had her best friend.

Her companion in the basement, the one with the flashlight.

MC wished she let her hold her hand too.

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“She’s overthinking again. Not good”

“Look who’s talking”

“Hey! It was just a joke!”

“Should we talk to her?”

“Maybe when she comes back, else we’ll give her a heart attack”

“Yeah, Lucifer would kill us”

“Oh, so now we’re doing this for Lucifer?”

“Don’t be selfish, Mammon”

“Who ya calling selfish?”

“Ugh”

MC listened carefully, softly smiling at Beel and Levi’s voices drowning Mammon’s in an almost silent screaming match.

She couldn’t see them from her position, her upper body completely sprawled over the armrest and her line of sight lost in the ashes of the chimney. The fire cracked, threatening to die in front of her, but it was difficult to get up when her body weighted so much. She was tired and hungry and nauseous and even the idea of sitting straight sent bile to her mouth.

Then someone walked into the common room, shushing harshly and getting the other brothers to cease their fighting. Whoever it was, probably Lucifer or Satan, must have thought she was asleep.

So MC closed her eyes, hiding her face in the crook of her arm and basking in the comfortable silence. She could hear them still; the shuffle of cards, a plastic wrapper, buttons and joysticks.

The newcomer got close to her, covering her body with a blanket and sitting at her feet before opening a book. There was enough space in the couch for at least two more people, but MC still curled up, trying to make more room for him. She stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her ankle in a gentle grip, a gesture that brought some warmth where her pants didn’t reach.

Would someone add another log for the fire? Everyone seemed too comfortable to move.

At least the blanket was thick. Pure hellish wool or something, because every animal in the Devildom was just a bigger scarier version of those in the human realm. It was also, however, softer than any type of textile she could’ve ever find back home, so the creature could spit fire for all she cared.

Suddenly, the brother caressing her ankle tightened his grip for a short moment, demanding her attention. When MC opened her eyes, she found Satan smiling at her with no one else in the room. She must’ve fallen asleep after all.

“Dinner is ready”

He let her stretch, unconsciously comparing her to a cat when she arched her back and cracked every possible bone in her body. Satan wondered if that ever hurt, but MC seemed to enjoy it very much whenever she had the occasion to do so, like when they came home from classes after a long day or when they bought groceries for the whole week and Beel. 

“Did you not sleep well last night?”

“Not for a while, no”

“Is that so? Something troubling you, MC? Anything I can help with?”

“I don’t know”

She sounded sincere, but Satan didn’t buy it. Only a month had passed since MC came back to the Devildom, looking a bit more tired than when she left at the end of the first year of the program, and she’d acted ecstatic when she learnt she would be living with them again.

He was sure the problem relied in her human phone, something she didn’t have last year and Diavolo had kindly allowed her to keep.

All of his brothers, even the eldest, were greatly impressed when MC showed them how she unlocked the device with her fingerprints, as well as the human versions of Devilgram, Deviltube and Akuzon. That was a fun day, but time passed and soon the phone became an inconvenience. Someone at the other side of the line was taking their beloved human’s time, leaving her exhausted in the aftermath of their conversations and, if Satan vision’s was correct, teary eyed.

That would not continue. Not on his watch.

“We’ll look into it in another moment. Right now, let’s go with the others. Aren’t you hungry?”

“God, yes!”

They both chuckled and he forced his thoughts away. They could wait for the time being.

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Beel didn’t judge her, but she didn’t feel as happy as she thought she would whenever they sneaked in the kitchen at the late hours of the night.

Opening the fridge door with slow movements, trying not to make noise while taking plates or bowls and eating in silence between giggles and short whispers brought a sort of familiarity. And Beel never judged MC. Why would he? He ate even more than her. He’d keep going long after she was finished, full enough to want to puke everything, and MC would feel a wicked satisfaction knowing that no matter how much she ate, there was someone that would eat much more.

Those nights she’d go to bed feeling sick and greasy, too regretful and high on sugar to be tired. Then, by morning, she’d force herself to eat breakfast and go on with her day just to get whatever sense of normality she could reach.

Although, lately, things had been slightly different.

They still got together at night and filled their mouths to the brim, but Beel was adamant about MC going to the gym with him when the morning came, before everyone was out of bed. Of course she’d said no since the beginning, but he kept insisting, saying she didn’t have to exercise if she didn’t want to.

MC still said no.

Then Asmodeus put his input.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, hon’, but you aren’t getting your 8 hours of sleep and you’re adding calories during the night. That’s horrible for your skin!”

And had it been her mother saying that, MC would’ve lashed out, rejecting opinions she’d been hearing for years over and over and over again, but this was Asmo. The Avatar of Lust. The most beautiful demon in the entire Devildom. MC guessed she wasn’t being fair to her mother, who also loved her and hated seeing her so sick and tired all the time, when it was Asmo she couldn’t ignore.

“I get anxious when I go to bed” she finally confessed.

MC could feel Satan’s eyes on her, but he stayed silent.

“Spend the night with me” intervened Belphie with an honest smile, a muted worry in his eyes “I could make you so tired you wouldn’t want to get out of bed”

“No way!”

Everyone looked at Mammon and several sighs filled the room. The demon, although deeply blushing, kept talking with an overbearing smugness.

“If someone’s gonna sleep with her, it’s gonna be me! Don’t worry MC, the Great Mammon will chase the nightmares away!”

“I think sleeping with you would give her nightmares, actually”

Mammon turned to Levi, ready to swing at his brother, but MC talked before the fight started.

“It’s not nightmares, Mams, I just feel anxious. You know, like, I can’t stop thinking”

“About what?”

She looked at Satan, who was staring at her with a calculating glance, surely remembering what she told him days before when she fell asleep on the couch.

“I don’t know… Everything, I guess”

All of them stayed silent, ignoring what they were previously doing. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but MC wished someone said anything.

Of course, Mammon spoke first.

“Well, that’s a lot”

“No shit, you moron”

Levi finally got smacked and the rest of them went back to do their own thing, letting MC’s lack of sleep behind. A part of her wanted to keep the conversation going, but she felt too embarrassed when she tried to open her mouth again, especially having Satan looking at her like a hawk.

You don't want me to stare at you? I want to. What's the problem?

She achieved to ignore him in the end.

That night she stayed in her room, pacing, chewing her sweatshirt’s aglet while humming that Phineas and Ferb’s song and turning her headphone’s volume to the maximum with a different music threatening to deteriorate her hearing.

Anything to distract herself and not go to the kitchen.

Finally, hours after bidding the brothers goodnight, MC threw herself on the bed. Her feet were aching, its footprints surely engraved in the carpet, and she forgot to take her headphones off, making the position uncomfortable, but the important thing was that she didn’t have the need to eat anymore.

However, Beel still knocked her door at dawn.

MC stared at him when she opened, bleary-eyed and mouth as dry as cotton, the hem of her pyjama pants so high they looked like pantaloons. He, on the other hand, was completely awake and seemed ready to conquer the day.

“Before you say anything, I’m not going to the gym today”

There was a heavy silence for a couple of seconds.

“Then why did you wake me up? We have classes tomorrow”

Beel stared at her with a worried expression.

“We don’t. It’s Saturday”

“Ah”

She could’ve sleep longer? MC wished she was mad at him, but his puppy stare was hypnotizing.

“I want to go for a walk today. And I want you to come with me”

He lowered his gaze for a moment, biting his cheek while waiting for an answer. MC turned around and looked at the window, still unable to decipher what time it was by looking at the sky.

There were a few things MC missed from the human realm. The sun was one of them.

“We could go to the park, feed some birds and then have breakfast somewhere else. I swear I won’t eat the seeds this time"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes when he smiled back. Then she looked down at the rolled pants and her bare legs.

“Is it cold?”

“I don’t think so, but you can borrow my jacket”

MC sighed and rubbed her eyes, waiting until the white spots disappeared before walking towards her closet. She wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, she knew that.

“Let me change and then we’re going. But you owe me one, Beel!”

His smile was too wide for him to answer.

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Breakfast with Beel ended up lasting three whole hours, which was understandable, and they spent the whole time talking about nothing and almost everything, both of them clearly avoiding the subject of her sleeping habits.

MC really did want to talk about it, but then again, what did she want to talk about exactly? She had trouble falling asleep, yes, and she’d gone back to eating her feelings, but she couldn’t point out the reason. Her nights were filled with paranoia, making her revaluate every piece of interaction she’d had since she got back home from the Devildom months ago. Did she spoke correctly? Did people understand that she was just studying abroad and not begging for attention?

She hoped her best friend dropped those accusations. MC would never stoop so low. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes.

“Don’t you want anything else?”

MC looked at Beel and the stack of plates surrounding him at the table, mugs and cardboard boxes stained with chocolate, whipped cream and frosting. Her side of the booth was much cleaner, but when she lowered her gaze the only thing she could think of were mugcakes and pasta and the taste of bile in her mouth at the sight of her bloated stomach.

“No, I’m fine”

She knew he loved her. She knew she could talk to him and he would listen and maybe even hold her hand, but the small restaurant was already filled with demons and witches and whatnot and MC knew she’d only be able to sob the moment she’d open her mouth, so she stayed quiet.

Beel nodded, going back to his food with a strange calmness. Maybe he was close to being full?

But no, it wasn’t that.

MC gasped when she felt his foot weakly tapping hers before going under it to support its weight. A small comfort, like the prelude of a long awaited hug.

He didn’t know how much she appreciated it.

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Winter had already reached the Devildom the day MC opened her closet and stared at her clothes. No matter what she chose, everything was at least a size bigger.

She guessed finally going to the gym with Beel did have some payoff.

“Is something wrong, MC?”

Asmo turned the lights of her bathroom off, walking where she was silently standing while staring at the discarded clothes around her.

“You don’t feel like dressing up today? We can stay home and do some self-care if you want”

MC turned around to look at him with gratitude. She knew how much he wanted to go shopping, especially with her. Finals ended just the day before and everyone had been so occupied they’d barely seen each other outside classes and meal times.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that. It’s just that… everything feels wrong. I think I lost weight”

He chuckled at her revelation, hugging her waist and kissing her cheek between giggles.

“You’re taking care of yourself, silly! Whatever are you doing with Beel in the gym, I wonder…?”

She laughed and lightly hit his arm, showing no ill intent, and Asmo smiled in response, not bothering to hide his lewd expression.

“Don’t be nasty!”

 “Oh, I’m just joking! But you know what this means, right? We get to renew your whole closet!”

MC turned around again, perfectly knowing that she could either spent her monthly allowance on clothes or start thinking on how she could rock the oversize streetwear style.

She sighed, trying to hide her smile with no success before speaking again. Asmo’s eyes were stuck on her.

“Very well, then” she wasn’t finish talking yet when the demon clapped his hands and jumped in excitement “I’ll trust your criteria”

He gasped and hit her arm in return.

“As you should!”

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“So… how do I look?”

Mammon whistled, clapping and signalling her to turn around in response. Once she did a little twirl, he clapped even harder, not stopping even when she blushed in embarrassment and ran towards him to stop his overly excited appreciation.

“You look mighty fine, MC!”

“Stop!”

“Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?”

“Stop!!”

They were both laughing, her chasing him all around his room with burning cheeks and a gigantic smile.

The shopping bags waited patiently at the door, half of them already empty with a pile of clothes folded on the couch. Mammon had insisted on a private catwalk the moment he learnt she’d gone shopping with Asmo, his offense completely gone barely half an hour after starting the show in his room.

Every time she changed in his opened closet he’d cover his eyes with his hands and every time she came out with a new outfit he’d scream praises like a madman.

MC wasn’t used to this level of compliments and he sure was making it hard to stay calm.

“C’mon, go change again!”

“You’re acting insane right now, Mams”

She was smiling like crazy and her cheeks were hurting, but she didn’t want it to stop. When was the last time someone had been this hyped over her looking pretty? She couldn’t remember.

Then her phone rang.

MC stopped smiling when she saw the name on the screen.

She thought about answering and spoiling a nice evening because of a sour one-sided conversation. Was it worth it? Sure her friend could wait a couple more hours, right? She’d survived without MC the whole year she spent at the Devildom uncommunicated, after all.

“Is it The Unnameable?”

MC stared at her phone for one more second before turning around to look at Mammon, who was kneeling on the couch with his arms crossed over the backrest, eyes peeking with curiosity and another feeling she couldn’t identify.

“The Unname… Robdemor??”

He nodded, blushing and looking away.

“Yeah. You know, like, her name brings bad luck or some shit”

“She doesn’t bring bad luck”

MC didn’t sound as convincing as she wanted to and Mammon’s incredulity proved her point.

“Don’t be stupid, MC”

The pot calling the kettle back, she wanted to say, but no words came to her mouth. She was being stupid, wasn’t she? Everyone at the house already knew what to expect whenever her phone ringed or vibrated and they always did their best to distract her so she could leave the damn thing behind. She suspected Belphie even turned it off at one point.

Staring at her feet, trying to voice her feelings, MC talked again.  

“She just… needs me sometimes”

“Sometimes??”

Mammon got up, going around the couch to reach her. He looked flabbergasted, eyes opened wide and a myriad of words stuck in his throat.

The phone stopped ringing, but soon a flood of messages interrupted the silence to call for her attention instead. When she looked back at Mammon, he had frustration in his eyes.

She decided then she couldn’t bear to see him like this, so serious and reasonable. Was it too late to go back to chasing each other, laughing while trying new clothes? She’d been capable of keeping her feelings to herself since she could remember, but Mammon wouldn’t let her do that and she feared the moment the rest of the brothers decided enough was enough too.

God, she needed to talk, but not right now. Talking would make it real and she still wasn’t strong enough for the whole situation to be real.

In a matter of seconds her eyes were watering and she felt as if her throat had thorns stuck in her flesh, but before she could do anything about it there were arms wrapping around her. MC wasted no time hugging Mammon back, trying her hardest not to spoil any tears. The tags in the back of her new shirt poked her skin, making her squirm and get even closer to Mammon’s body.

He was rocking her side to side while petting her hair and there was no doubt he’d deny the whole ordeal happening afterwards, but she let herself enjoy the feeling anyways. It was nice being taken care of.

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It was the first time MC had gone to bed so early since before college. Her eyelids felt heavy and the bed was soft and comfortable, at least three blankets shielding her from the cold outside that froze her window and sunk her room in darkness.

But she couldn’t stop staring at her phone.

She’d turned the vibration off days ago, but that didn’t stop the notifications from showing up on the lock screen and, although she could also take care of that, MC still wanted to be able to read the messages without needing to open the app.

Her best friend talked about everything, good or bad. Mostly bad. How she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her, even when she was the one cheating on him, how much she was eating because there was no one to stop her, how tired she was to even clean her cat’s litter box. She’d say if MC were there everything would be so much better, she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

She didn’t ask about MC once.

“You’re thinking so hard it’s giving me a headache”

MC’s body violently jerked at Belphie’s voice.

He’d entered the room in silence, closing the door and approaching her bed without making any noise. Seeing her freaking out made him snicker, but he was too tired to fully laugh and simply laid down next to her.

“Jesus, Belphie”

“No, just me”

“Ha ha ha”

Her sarcasm didn’t affect him in the slightest. MC watched as he closed his eyes and offered his hand to held hers in a firm grasp, probably not wanting to let her go during the night.

“Turn that damn thing off” he growled against the pillow when a new message showed up.

“I’ve seen you sleep on the ground before; you can’t complain about some light”

“Watch me”

She thought he was just joking, challenging her like a small child would, but Belphie managed to surprise her when he rolled over her body, grabbed the phone and threw it to the other side of the room.

“Belphie!”

He shushed, sealing her lips under his hand before hugging her body with all four limbs, trapping her under the covers.

MC could’ve complained and hit him until he let her go to retrieve the phone, but that would’ve meant pissing him off and staring at the screen for another hour or until her friend decided it was time to show some interest in MC’s life.

…

Whoa.

…

So that’s what it was.

That simple, uh?

MC waited for something to happen at her epiphany. Nausea, panic, heavy breathing. Instead, she felt an overpowering sense of relief. Her heartbeat evened and the frown she didn’t know she had in her forehead disappeared.

No headache, no memories. For once, no nothing.

“You’re not dying, aren’t you?”

Belphie’s head rose, looking at her with suspicion, but her eyes were stuck in the ceiling.

“Why? Would you feel guilty?

He stood over her then, pouting and frowning, and MC had to stop herself from laughing.

“Okay, you know what? I already said I was sorry. You can’t hold that against me for the rest of your life”

“I will as long as I can get something out of it”

“You’re evil”

“Said the demon”

His head fell face first on the pillow with a thud and if she didn’t know him any better, she’d be worried about him suffocating to death during the night.

“Why did you ask that, tho?” MC finally talked.

“Your heart stopped for a second” he shrugged and mumbled, his hold on her hand stronger than before.

“Oh… Well… Don’t worry. I’m okay”

“Are you sure?”

No, not really, but she didn’t want to talk about it in that moment. Maybe another time, when her speech wasn’t slurred due to sleep and she could organize her thoughts with a clear mind.

She hummed as an answer before speaking one last time.

“Goodnight, Belphie”

“Sweet dreams, MC”

He’d make sure of that.

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MC had been quiet for a while. Not out of sadness nor ire, but something much more private. Something that left her pensive and still, staring into nothing with a serious expression. She laughed and talked with the brothers and, from what he heard, she enjoyed going to the gym with Beel, but Lucifer knew there was another factor escaping his reach.

Whatever it was, it changed MC for the better, so he was happy.

Even when the strangest ideas crossed her mind.

“I think I’m going to cut my hair”

He looked at her, clicking his tongue in disapproval when he saw her sitting sideways in one of the chairs with her feet resting in the other. She had a book resting in her lap. How long had she been looking at him and not reading?

“May I ask why?”

“I need a change”

Lucifer stared, taking his glasses off before crossing his arms over the document he was previously reading. MC got up and walked, zigzagging her way towards his desk as if she was drunk, but she looked as hopeful as ever.

“Did something happen?”

She nodded, ignoring his question right after.

“One of these days I’m just gonna… grab a glass of wine, go to the bathroom and bam! Haircut”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile at her words. He hadn’t seen her so playful in months and the sudden change felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Do you even like wine, MC?”

“That’s not the point”

“And you shouldn’t use scissors while drunk, especially near your head” he ignored her “If it’s money you’re worried about, I can pay for a good hairdresser”

She laughed and shook her head, partially sitting on the desk. They stayed silent for a few seconds and Lucifer let himself observe her, how she bit her bottom lip deep in thought and how her fingers intertwined with a certain force. She was probably hurting herself at that point.

“I just really need a change”

He could tell there was more she wanted to say, but that seemed to be enough for the moment. The silence afterwards felt full with comfort.

“That’s fine”

MC nodded and sent him a small smile before going back to the chair, this time sitting with her knees stuck to her chest, but before he could put his glasses on to continue his work, she spoke again.

“Here’s what we’re going to do: I cut my hair in the bathroom and then you take me to the hairdresser to style it. Sounds good?”

“Are you going to drink while using the scissors?”

“I’m not a child, Lucifer”

“Might as well”

“Hey!”

“Just joking” he laughed, but MC could tell there was some seriousness behind his smile.

“I drink wine, I cut my hair and you check I don’t stab myself on accident, how about that?”

Lucifer pondered about it, envisioning himself behind her and watching over her reflection in the mirror, a bottle of wine in the countertop and another of Demonus waiting for them in the music room. She’d be the one to clean the aftermath, that bit was obvious, but something told him she wouldn’t really care about that.

The more he thought about it, the less strength he had to fight it. She could’ve asked Asmodeus or Mammon, but she asked him. MC wanted him to be with her during her progress, as stupid as the method was.

“Sounds like a plan to me, MC”

Her smile at his words was worth millions.

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It wasn’t until several hours had passed that MC wondered if Levi invited her to his room with a hidden motive in mind.

The anime came out less than a day ago and she’d never even seen an ad about it, but he’d thoroughly claimed it was made for her.

And she could see why he would say that, honestly.

Sure, no ancient dying star granted her any mystical powers that allowed her to soar the skies or wear an alarmingly short sparkly dress; and she didn’t have an animal sidekick or a romantic interest that only appeared at night for some reason. She didn’t have an arch nemesis either, but she did have the closest thing.

MC was the selfish one, apparently, because how could she? How could MC have the audacity to ignore her best friend’s messages in her desperate times of need? Her boyfriend broke up with her because he discovered the cheating and no one was there to remind her of feeding the cat, neither to monitor her diet nor to fix the consequences of her bad decisions. She was in the lowest point of her life and MC dared to lose weight and spend time with her new friends? Outrageous!

MC unlocked her phone and stared in silence at the new text and voice messages, as well as some missed calls.

You disappoint me, MC.

After all I did for you?

I’ll die and it’ll be your fault.

I’ll die and I’ll make sure you’re the one to discover my body.

You’ll never be able to forget about me then.

You’re disgusting.

MC stared at the screen, not knowing if she should laugh or cry about it. In the end she chuckled and forced down the sting in her throat.

The TV in front of her suddenly turned into a kaleidoscope and she squinted as the heroine jumped from platform to platform, blasting her wand and singing spells. If she understood correctly, the cheery character was fighting her way through the first big boss of the season, her friends close behind her.

She could feel Levi’s eyes on her, no doubt studying her reactions to see if she liked the anime as much as he did.

“Hey, Henry!”

MC turned to look at him and smiled brightly at his rosy cheeks. She expected him to explain some hidden lore or the meaning behind the soundtrack, but he surprised her with his next words.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t told you yet, but your hair looks so cool!”

“Oh!” she widely opened her eyes in appreciation, showing her teeth in a beaming smile right after “Thanks, Levi!”

“You look… eh… upgraded. Well, no, not upgraded. Erm…” he avoided her gaze for the next few seconds before pausing the anime, letting the room go back to silence. MC kept quiet, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness so he wouldn’t misunderstand the situation.

“You look really pretty, MC. Even better than her”

Levi nodded at the TV and MC stared at the heroine, the pause conveniently showing her winning pose. Big sparkly eyes winking at her and a knowing smile occupying half of her face, as if she was approving Levi’s affirmation.

MC felt the need to cry right then and there, but she held it in.

Her phone lighted up one last time before she grabbed it and turned it off in anger. She had a couple of seconds before the screen permanently went back to black, letting her read the last message.

Who do you think you are? How could you do this to me?

MC seethed. She knew who she was, even if she was still learning. Her hands itched and she forced herself not to throw the phone on the ground with all her strength. She still needed it to talk to other friends and relatives, after all.

After an entire minute filled with tense silence, MC spoke, suddenly meek and shy.

 “Hey Lev…”

“MC?”

He was staring her with caring eyes, unsure of what to do or what to say.

Fortunately, for the first time in a long while, MC knew what she needed to do. For herself and no one else.

“Would you help me change my phone number?”

She could write down the numbers of those she cared about the most and send a message asking them not to share hers without her permission.

Take care of her arch nemesis without destroying the entire world. Accept the help of people who showed joy at her improvement. Buy new clothes, change her style, cut her hair.

God, walking without that heavy weight on her shoulders would be difficult and painful, but she’d rather die before letting her ex best friend destroy her will and power one last time.

She laughed with a choke and Levi gasped her name.

She was crying.

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@ourfinalisation

[trafalgalar]

Character Analysis: Rory Peters from Final Destination 2

So, not sure if anyone cares, but 3 days ago I wrote a character analysis on Rory Peters after a YouTuber called him one-dimensional in a Final Destination death tier list. (I had to defend my shayla 👅✌️) I originally wrote it in Turkish, my native language, then fully translated to English so there might be some grammar issues. Decided to share it here, might share it on other platforms too. If you're interested about reading a full-fledged analysis about Rory, here it is:

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I want to share what gives Rory depth.

He's mostly known for doing coke, sure, but to me he's a "Green flag trying to look like a Red flag". His Y2K-style fashion tells me he's trend-conscious and that makes him stand out among the other male characters.

He has a kind of dynamic with Kat- maybe not obvious at first, but it's there. Like when Kimberly gathers the group and Nora asks Kat for a valium, Rory jokes, "Send one my way too/Keep em coming" It feels a bit insecure- he wants one but masks it with humor. Or maybe that's just how he talks? Is that behavior on the surface only around her? I'll come back to this later.

Another moment showing his undefined dynamic with Kat: when she's driving, he jokingly whispers "Hope she’s next to die" referring to her- loud enough for others to hear. Kat responds via rearview mirror with a "Hehe sure babe" look. I love these moments; from that tiny scene we get so much character insight.

And at the apartment, after Kat proudly talks about her career, Rory says "Shut up and you'll live," even though he's usually fine with that kind of proud talk. (Remember the scene with his coke-head friends, he only tells them to be quiet to hear the news- before that, he proudly says, "Look babies, I was there too!") So maybe his issue is just with Kat- a kind of "teasing antagonism." Also, before saying "Hope she’s next," he says, "One of us is going to die in this car… Are the rest of us going to be okay sitting next to that person?" It clearly shows he wouldn't be ok- but instead of admitting it, he masks it as a hypothetical because he's insecure! IT'S AWESOME!

Edit: I looked into the original script (not the final version), and after Rory says "Shut up and you'll live," it says: "Kat's hands ball into fists. The hatred is mutual." (Btw in this version, Rory swears more, is rougher, but also more emotional. Keep that in mind) The script describes their dynamic as "hatred," but in an interview, the producer described it as "itchiness"- probably meaning tension or irritation. Rory says that line right after Kat mentions her successful career. Let's dig into it:

In the film Rory drives a Mustang; flashy and expensive, for young rebels and speed lovers. But in the script, he drives a Chevette; cheap, low-quality, and often joked about. Why am I pointing it out? Because maybe Rory resents Kat’s success. (They are 1 year apart in this script btw, Kat, 28, being older) Kat is described as “Corporate American” wearing a “Power Suit."

That term refers to someone professional, ambitious, money-driven. And a Power Suit isn't just a regular suit- it implies confidence, authority, and designer tailoring. Also, Kat drives an Expedition. An SUV; big, powerful, expensive...

Now, there's this one part in the script that made me smile- another example of their dynamic which I STILL COULDN'T FIND A NAME I LIKE to describe as:

The group is gathered at Thomas' home and Clear asks why they were on Route 180 in the first place.

RORY:

Last July I dialed a wrong number and got a radio station by accident. They asked me what number means "good luck" in Jewish.

KAT:

Eighteen. And it’s Hebrew.

RORY:

Anyway, I guessed it right and won these (He holds up two Yankee tickets.)

Isn't this just adorable? Also, there's a moment where Rory slams his hand on the table out of frustration, and Kat flinches. I wish this version had made its way into the film. It's a good initial script, but has its flaws. Eg; Rory tells Kimberly "Throw my stuff so my mom won't be upset when I die" thing right after Nora dies, at Thomas' home. I think that line coming later in the movie (as it does in the final version) works better in terms of character development.

But again- this version of Rory is more aggressive and more emotional. The script says his tears well up when he talks about him dying. So maybe him accepting his fate earlier on and saying that line sooner does make sense in that context.

Also when Rory asks Kimberly to get rid of his stuff, she thinks it's a joke- even waits for the punchline.

Then a phone rings, Rory jumps in fear, scanning the room all paranoid.

And remember when he saw Carter being crushed by a sign on his way to a theater in Paris? He says he was so traumatized he hid under a shopping cart for 4 hours. My shayla 😭 They legit threw away this side of him and tried to make him cooler for the film by giving him a Mustang, by deleting the scene where he tears up and him saying he got so scared he hid under a shopping cart for 4 hours.

Oh and in the script, right before he dies he's about to do drugs behind a car, but when Thomas, a cop, calls out to him, he cringes at his name and walks off in fear while dragging a dead tree (maybe to hide behind it?). If he'd stayed put and done drugs where he was, he wouldn’t have died.

TOLD YOU HE'S INSECURE!!!

Here are some other things that hit me about Rory when reading the script:

While at Thomas' home, Nora leaves saying she has to plan the funeral. Eugene wants to leave too, so Rory hands him a phone and says "Be careful. Even if you don’t believe it, give this to Nora."

Why?

Because Rory knows the elevator is kaput. In the script, we only read him tooking it earlier.

So as I've already explained below: Rory cares about the people around him- even those he's just met. That line is also proof that he's one of the first to believe Kimberly's claim about death chasing them. In fact, it was said Rory was the most helpful to her after Thomas and Clear (Can’t recall where I heard it, maybe a producer interview?)

Final note about the script:

Kat and Rory die much closer together- and happily. In the film, Kat is annoyed and says something like "Can you work quieter?" before dying, so it's not exactly a happy death. But in the script, she's already safe and celebrating when she dies. And Rory too is happy; is satisfied and smiling while doing coke.

That's not something you see often in Final Destination; two characters dying that close together both in terms of the place of death, time of death and the mood they were in right before/while dying.

Trivia: Kat’s death in the script is described as "Head-Kebab." Damn it 😭

Back to the film:

Rory is one of the first ones to take Kimberly and the whole death situation seriously. Eg; when he's hanging something to the storage room, even though no one asks what he's doing, he still feels like he has to explain it out loud: he clearly wants help without outright asking for it. (Kind of like what I mentioned earlier with the car scene.) But when help doesn't come, he goes through with it in an insecure way, and he takes the hook man shadow seriously- we can tell it bothered him.

Another moment: when Eugene freaks out and puts a gun to his head, Rory says, "Don't do it, chillax man" While his body language may seem exaggerated, you can really feel how he genuinely cares- not just himself, but Eugene and the others he's just met. When Eugene collapses, Rory rushes to help him calm down. And let's not forget: when Brian almost gets hit by a car, Rory saves him, saying, "You trying to get yourself killed, little boy?" That fits so well with my "Green flag trying to look like a Red flag" theory- or maybe the film wants us to sympathize with him before he dies.

Then there’s the car scene again where he says he wanted to see a theater in Paris. At first it felt off- didn't really match his character (Also does it mean a play or the movies?) But the situation was serious, so he let his guard down and had to talk about it.

There's a great contrast between how reluctantly he says "I had tickets to go..." and how excitedly he talks about doing coke and seeing a guy get crushed by a sign, though he was scared lol.

Same thing when Rory asks "Can you throw away my porno, drugs, and stuff when I die? I don't want to make my mom sad" He knows what he’s doing is wrong and cares about his loved ones. But like I said, maybe his insecurity makes him try to look like a red flag.

Still, I'm not sure how to interpret him doing coke right after asking Kimberly for that favor, but one thing is certain; conflicting desires and the choices made accordingly always add more depth to characters. And remember what I said earlier? To Kat, he says "Send it/Keep em coming" but to Kimberly, he asks nicely- maybe it's a sign of growth/development, coming to terms with his "Green flag" side. And I won't even get into, "Will it hurt when I die?" part in the same scene.

Now let's talk about the elevator scene- possibly filler but my favorite Rory scene. It adds nothing to the plot, just foreshadows the elevator danger and offers comic relief.

And in this scene, Rory doesn’t seem insecure at all. After all, who licks their hand and goes "Let me get that for you" to a stranger- for a thing that isn't even there? What exactly motivates them to do so?

Just to mess with him? Or he wanted to touch him? I've tried analyzing it but nah- nothing. But everything I've written proves that Rory does have actual depth- maybe even character development.

Though, this "confident/non-insecure" moment happens right after he does coke. (Honestly, is there even a single scene where the guy isn't on drugs? Blud was high the entire film)

I wonder if his use of coke/drugs might be about feeling more confident- getting high as a way to boost his self-esteem?

I don't know. This elevator scene messes with my head bro 😭

Edit: Remember when Rory takes off his shoe and asks "Is that dog shit?" Why does he do that? Because in the script, it happens around a large group- so maybe it's his insecurity again, trying to shift the blame or deflect attention after possibly feeling embarrassed.

Edit for Tumblr 3 days after posting this: I stumbled upon the novelization of Final Destination 2 (not sure if it's canon?) and decided to read the Rory scenes and honestly... WHAT THE ACTUAL FÜCK 💀🙏

-> Rory in the script: Sometimes rough, sometimes emotional, very insecure, caring towards his loved ones

-> Rory in the movie: Cool, Funny, Caring

-> Rory in the novel: H O R N Y   C R A C K H E A D 😐

So firstly, Rory's surname isn't Peters here but "Cunningham" (Apparently it is a Scottish surname but when I first saw it I couldn't help but notice the "Cunning" part which kinda may fit him? Idk) He is not 27 years here, but 24.

Now read this:

"The air around him was thick with a heady mixture of marijuana smoke and burning joss sticks, and the rapid beat of his latest demo track thumped through the floormounted bass speakers, making the empty beer bottles strewn on top of the TV clatter. It was making him feel horny, for no particular reason.

But then, he was twenty-four. He always felt horny."

Wrap it up unc 🥀

Now, the novel actually gives us the answer why Rory says "Is that dog shit dude?"

Get ready...

Because he was drunk and/or on drugs 😐 Wow... He saw something wedged under his shoe and asked that to that guy. Just wow 😐

And also apparently he just "imagined" that something was on that man's face (we read that Rory even thinks that the thing, a piece of turkey, is growing) due to being drunk and/or being on drugs as well.

Come on dude... 😐

Out of all the answers we could have gotten we got the most simple and obvious one. I mean yeah it explains it but idk- it just doesn't add anything interesting to him at all. That's why I even questioned that elevator scene in the first place. What's worth analyzing is there if Rory was not really concious of his decisions during the elevator scene? What depth would be there for such character? Damnit.

Well, at least he was nice. He was hit with a sudden hilarity and wanted to laugh but controlled himself because "it was rude to laugh at people when you were in an elevator. He had to be polite." OK. 😐

Anyways, when the quote on quote "coke-head kid, Rory" sits on the couch besides Kat when they first go to Thomas' home, Kat is quote on quote "disgusted" and tries to sit as far away from him as humanly possible. OK. 😐

Also in this version, Rory doesn't ask for a Valium compared to the movie and script versions, which, if you've read above, we had concluded he might have asked that because he was insecure and needed it.

Though, I think I kinda like this exchange:

"So, maybe if you shut the fuck up you'll live, huh?" Rory muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, like I'm going to take advice from you,” Kat retorted, giving him a disgusted look.

We read that Kat finds Rory disgusting and maybe the writers wrote these because they didn't want us to ship Kat with Rory because there is another girl whom they most probably wanted us to ship Rory with instead... I wish I was joking. Let's read a bit about this.

"Rory wriggled deeper into his seat, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being sandwiched next to X. True, she was kind of weird, but she was really warm and she smelt so good. He wondered vaguely if she would make out with him if they survived all this "Death" stuff."

What name do y'all think belongs to the X spot?

A-) Nora

B-) Clear

C-) Kimberly

D-) Isabella

The true answer is...

IT'S NORA THE WIDOOOOW 😰😱

WTF!? RORY U MF HER KID JUST DIED HOW COULD YOU BRO 😭✌️

jk.

it's kimberly 😐

*sighs*

*internal screaming*

Rory is just too pervert and kinda creep in this novel. He legit wants to make out with her. He thinks she "smells good and is warm". So... Um... Rory was actually with lots of girls at his "Bachelor Pad" when he heard the news of Evan Lewis dying and one of the girls was even unzipping his pants and he thought this was some bitching party and "he was getting more than lucky tonight." Ayo 💀🖐

So even though he isn't married yet, he slept with lots of girls and possibly had relationships with some too. (I'm unfamiliar with this strange relationship concept but won't write my opinions to not to make it biased 😝)

But maybe he wants someone to actually love this time? Kimberly made him realize this? We read multiple times in this book that Rory's life has always been sorta bad and we also read he truly cares for his loved ones just like we analyzed from the screenplay. So woah- yes, that could be!!!

But nah- unfortunately no.

After Kat's Expedition crashed while they were on the road to find the pregnant Isabella, in the scenes that followed, Rory knows it's his time to die, so he dreams of a death that he is "somewhere surrounded by dozens of beautiful naked women, too blissed-out to notice that the cyanide his twelfth ex-wife had slipped into his double mocha decaff that morning was finally taking effect."

Man that was a long ahh sentence.

(Also, I'm sorry but as you've read his dream, this version of Rory screams actually being RED FLAG!!! 🚩🚩🚩)

Now, letting my personal thoughts aside for the sake of unbiased 😝 analyzing; this doesn't sound like a character who cares for his loved ones to me that we had concluded after analyzing the movie and the screenplay.

Why? Because this way he would clearly dump Kimberly too. He even called her "crazy bitch" in his mind when he saw her at TV. He's way rougher in the novel than he was in the script.

Yes he called her that in his mind for fun but like... What's left of a character if all of what he says should not be taken seriously because those were the sake of comic relief?

I don't get it.

But well, that might be a contradiction oh right; to really care for the feelings of your loved ones but still you can't help yourself jumping from one girl to another, not seeing them like a genuine human being with hurt feelings just as real and painful as yours.

Can we conclude this? 😩✌️

I will admit though- I actually loved those 3-4 pages on which we dive into Rory's mind before and during his death. Those were really good to understand his mentality and life journey. I recommend you all to give those pages a read.

Now let's change the tone a bit and speak about what I liked:

-> I'm glad Rory saying he hid under a shopping cart for 4 hours and him tearing up while asking Kimberly for the favor are in this novel too. Oh god why did the movie said "begone th0t" to these 2 scenes 🥀

-> You guys remember the kerfuffle inside Thomas' home that made a canoe crush to the glass after Eugene's motorcycle ring fell to the floor?

After that, this happens:

"I should've seen that coming," Clear said dryly as she nonchalantly dusted herself off. Huddled on the sofa, Rory, Kat and Nora stared at her.

SO CUTE. As we saw in the movie but in this novel 3 of them are almost hugging 🥰

(Huddled apparently means something like things getting closer to each other so...)

Kat now isn't very disgusted by him huh 🤭

That was it.

Now let me very quickly list the things I didn't like that much and try to analyze some of them:

-> So, Rory wanted to make out with Kimberly, and later, Kimberly thinks Rory doesn't look that bad actually, it would be even good if he took a shower...

GOD PLS NO WTF GOD NO NOT THEM OMG NOT THEEEM 😭😭😭

(Text: "She turned to look at him properly, watching as he stood and twitched and sniffed, his unwashed hair hanging down in greasy ringlets around his face. He actually wasn't that bad looking, she thought, if only he would get a haircut and a shave, and maybe take a shower every once in a while.")

And also, Kat actually finds the guy who came to save him cute!!! 😱

WHOEVER WROTE THIS NOVEL HATED RORY X KAT YALL AND DIDNT WANT US TO SHIP THEM I JUST KNOW IT 😩

BUT NAH- RORY X KAT FOREVER!!! RAWWWRRRHHHH-

-> Do you remember Kimberly saying "If I call you and say "subway, get to a high rise fast." while they were at Thomas' home?

Upon this, Rory looks at her with a confusion on his face. So Kimberly, while rolling her eyes, explains him what she means. Then she thinks in her mind:

"She hoped that Thomas would have some luck in finding the white van soon, because if she ended up in a padded cell with this Rory guy, she might as well just shoot herself right now and be done with it."

the AUDACITY of Kimberly thinking like this when her friends who died in the car crash were not so different than Rory 🥀

In fact she even admits this:

"She was dimly aware of Rory hanging on the periphery of her vision, but was too focused on what was going on in front of her to pay him much attention. As it was, most of what he'd said to her up 'til this point consisted of callous jokes at someone else's expense or drugrelated humor. In a way, he reminded her of a far grungier, more burned-out version of Dano."

So I too realized in the novel, he just jokes a lot. And Kimberly doesn't care about him that much even tho he was one of the first to believe her and 'helped her' (I think it was mostly because he was afraid of dying and so he probably thought there is nothing to lose if I believe her and help her)

-> In this novel version, Rory doesn't give Eugene the phone so he could give it Nora. He just says "Be careful dude"

Thomas does that instead.

Though, this was his apartment after all so he possibly knew the elevator is kaput so it kinda makes sense he would be the one to do that.

But how in the world could a cop know this, and still let a woman, who he knows is about to meet her maker, go there even though they legit worked hard to escape death just minutes before???

Well, we read that he was a rookie cop or something but anyways, this isn't about him 💔

-> In this novel, Rory says this:

"...I mean, someone in this car is about to get whacked; do the rest of you really feel like sitting next to him? Or her?"

As you can see, he says "rest of you", meanwhile in the movie and the screenplay he said "rest of us".

This tells me yes he still doesn't like to sit next to a dead body but now he provides it to them more clearly. It sounds less insecure of him actually. Well I guess I like this kinda.

-> Above, I was wondering why Rory would decide to do coke right after asking Kimberly for the favor of throwing his drugs and stuff.

We have an answer why here:

"If he was going to die soon, why not doing it?" Oh my f1cking god 😀

-> Rory wanted to be Rock Star ever since he was a kid; a guitarist. One of the guys at his Bachelor Pad was said to be his bass player.

As I understood, he was in a band but the band wasn't really successful.

There is one crucial line here though which almost made me shed a tear.

So apparently, he wanted to be a famous musician like Kurt Cobain. It says:

"Nothing was going to stop him.

Nothing, it turned out, but himself."

...

This line opened my eyes on Rory's personality and his decisions made in this novel. His addiction... was a problem. I should have understood that already by the book saying time to time that his life has never been fine. He also described his life as fucked up and never going right. He had said he truly loved his loved ones but he doesn't like who he is. Also, read this, it comes right after Rory gives Kimberly his stuff:

"Rory took a deep breath and blew it back out through his teeth, relieved to have at least one worry taken off his shoulders."

He really was having a burnout his whole life...

I didn't really see it that way until now because he was like a comic relief indeed.

I feel like it came so suddenly but looking back... WE HAD THE WHOLE BUILD UP!

And I'm angry at myself because I actually have a friend (shout out to Blake, if he ever reads this) who was struggling with addiction and after rehab, he came clean. Drugs and addiction are something Blake always opens up whenever we have a convo, I see it now very well that it really is hard to let go of truly, it makes its way into your life but there's this...

... Wasn't Rory's actions/scenes supposed to be for comic relief, as Kimberly also says something similar to it (I had written about this above) but now with this line it all turned upside down? Ah damn it...

-> Rory's drug habit is described as "expensive" on one of the pages I recommended you all to read.

Guess it checks out why our hb was a Chevette driver. Though, I guess he was driving the Mustang in the book...

(I feel stupid not having guessed that obviously drugs would be expensive... I'm innocent af 🤣😐)

Now let me finish this:

I love how while at Thomas' home, Rory goes to the closet and many stuff fall towards him, he actually screams and cries for help when he falls.

"Help! Help me!"

"In his mind's eye he could see his throat being sliced open by the blades on the hockey skates, his eyes being gouged out by the soccer cleats, his skull crushed like a ripe melon by the bowling ball."

He keeps his eyes out for these things huh.

Then he falls and makes other things fall with him.

"Kimberly stared at him accusingly, and rolled her eyes as she saw the mess he'd made.

"Sorry," Rory said lamely."

Bro Kimberly had a beef with Rory 😭✌️

So anyways, it's just very vulnerable to me. In fact, Kimberly also describes Rory looking vulnerable later on, I think she had sensed it through his eyes...

His true nature is vulnerable and insecure, he is loving and caring but drugs destroyed his life. He acts cool and jokes around, tries to look like a red flag, probably lives with his unsuccessful band at the Bachelor Pad and being broke with so many problems and regrets...

He is real and he is relatable. Many people today are like that, just the thing that altered their true self may not always be drugs.

To whoever reading this; Please take care of yourselves and your loved ones, or even a stranger you think needs it ♡

Thank you for reading.

[euphemmia]

Phainon x reader ( modern au )

Warnings : jealousy, loneliness, smoking, alcohol.

Summary: You are a loner living a boring, peaceful life. Your best friend is different and you always were a tiny bit jealous. New school, new city changed your life. Meeting wrong people, getting bad influence and finally getting what you wanted. How will that effect your relationship with parents, friends and most of all - Phainon?

A/N: There will be more parts.

Some people might cringe reading this, some might enjoy, the opinions will be different, but the main topic is how a person can change. Please leave a note, and express your opinion of the story so far :)

Also yes there will be a lot of oc’s for side characters , because I don’t like shipping characters.

At school, you weren’t the best student, but you weren’t the worst either. Your grades were decent—not the highest, but not low. To put it simply, your life was peaceful. You had a few close friends, one of them being Phainon. Your mothers were best friends, which naturally led to the two of you becoming close from birth.

Phainon was different from you. He was an extrovert, effortlessly getting along with everyone. He knew how to keep a conversation going, and with his good looks and athletic physique, he attracted plenty of admirers. Girls swooned at the sight of him, and Valentine's Day brought a flood of love letters. His popularity opened doors to parties, late-night meetups, after-school plans, and more. Yet despite his eventful life, he never neglected his schoolwork. His grades were slightly better than yours, but he never teased you about it. Yes, he was well-liked, but that didn’t change who he was—he cared for his friends, never mocked others, and always offered help when needed.

Still, you couldn’t deny feeling at least a little jealous. You only went out with friends on Fridays and Saturdays, and sometimes, you spent an entire weekend at home because your small circle of friends was too busy to meet up. You were a teenager, and of course, you wanted to experience the kind of life you saw others posting about on social media—girls dressing up for Friday nights, dancing, having fun with their friends. Meanwhile, you sat at home, scrolling through your phone out of boredom.

You talked with Phainon about this once, and he told you there was nothing to be jealous of. He even said he’d rather you stay at home than be where he was. You weren’t sure what he meant by that—he was probably just trying to make you feel better.

The two of you were close, having spent your childhood together. Your mothers often joked about you getting married one day, which only made you both stick out your tongues in mock disgust. Family dinners on Fridays became a tradition, one that continued to this day.

But a few days ago, at one of those dinners, your parents dropped a bomb of information —you were moving to a bigger city. You and Phainon were far from thrilled. The evening was ruined for both of you, but you didn’t complain. The city wasn’t too far away; a 40-minute bus ride would bring you back to visit your friends. And, of course, if anything went wrong, you had Phainon.

If only you knew how much your life was about to change…

Walking around your new school felt like being in a prison. At first, you sat with Phainon everywhere, but of course, it didn’t take him long to make new friends. After a few days, he asked if he could sometimes sit with them. He introduced you to his new friends, but you just didn’t click with them. That left you alone most of the time whenever Phainon was with others.

The school was much bigger than your old one. The students were stylish, moving in tight-knit friend groups. The hallways were loud—there was always some troublemaker getting yelled at by the principal, while others hid in their secret spots, sneaking cigarettes. And the girls… well, it was clear this school had its own version of the classic "mean girl" trio.

They were gorgeous, always making sure they looked their best. They carried themselves with confidence—not outright mean, but their glances spoke volumes. They were never alone, always surrounded by their own exclusive group.

The worst part? The blonde one had her eyes on you.

One day in history class, she stared at you—not in a rude way, but with amusement, as if she was plotting something . Unsettled, you quickly broke eye contact and turned to Phainon, starting a conversation as if nothing had happened.

“Were you even listening?”

The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look up at Phainon with a sheepish smile.

“As I was saying, there’s this girl—a friend of mine. She wants me to introduce you to her. I really hope you two get along.”

I smiled at him. He was worried. He knew you hadn’t adjusted to this school yet—at least, not in the sense of finding your people or your place. He had tried introducing you to some of his other friends, but you always ended up feeling left out.

“We’ll see,” you said with a shrug. “But I’m not going to force anything. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t given up on me yet.”

Phainon chuckled. “No, but seriously—sometimes I feel like you’re doing this on purpose. How are you still not used to this place? Don’t tell me you’re trying to convince your parents to move back. That’s impossible.”

“I know, I’m not an idiot. But you are,” you teased, pulling your things out to prepare for class. “Your dumbness attracts people because you make them laugh. That’s why it’s so easy for you.”

“There’s no way you just said that.” Phainon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m actually smarter than your brain-rotted self.” He leaned in closer, grinning. “I think people see you as a zombie that—”

You smacked him with your pencil case before he could finish.

The rest of the break passed with you and Phainon making fun of each other, bickering over something dumb. But every now and then, you could feel the blonde girl glancing at you. You tried to ignore it.

Soon, the lesson started, and you focused on making it through. Only one more class to go after this, and then you’d be free. When the bell rang, you sighed in relief—just one more hour and you could leave this place.

Outside, in the school parking lot, the sound of revving engines filled the air. Upperclassmen showed off their cars and motorcycles, while others were simply trying to get home. You glanced out the window and spotted Phainon already outside, nodding at his friends as they showed off their cars. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed your bag and headed to your next class.

Phainon was skipping the last lesson—his football coach had scheduled practice earlier today. Which meant you were alone again. You sat by the window, daydreaming to make time pass faster.

Then, you felt a presence beside you.

Turning your head, you saw two people smiling at you—a girl and a boy.

The girl had dark brunette hair, cut into a messy wolf cut. She didn’t wear makeup to conceal her skin, but her waterlines were darkened with black eyeliner. She wore a brown tank top, a black jacket, and slightly baggy blue jeans.

The boy, on the other hand, was clearly not straight. He had a softer look, his clothes light and coordinated—matching jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.

“Heyyy,” the guy grinned, extending a hand toward you. “You’re new here, right? We thought it’d be nice to get to know each other. I’m Ryder, and she’s Luna.”

Luna smiled. “I hope you’re sitting alone.”

Dumbfounded, you nodded slowly. “Yeah.” You met her gaze, and for a moment, there was silence.

“Ohh! Y/N, by the way,” you blurted, finally shaking Ryder’s hand, which had been hanging in the air for a bit too long.

“Sooo, Y/N, where are you from? Have you made any friends yet? What do you think about this school?”

Ryder was definitely a yapper.

The break flew by as he chattered away. Eventually, he had to leave—he didn’t have this class—so you were left with Luna. She liked to talk too, though not as much as Ryder. By the end of the lesson, you had exchanged numbers, and for the first time, you could say you had made your first friends.

After school, you said goodbye to Luna and headed outside. Phainon had asked you to meet him at the football field so you could go home together. You were lucky—he had turned eighteen last month and gotten his first car, which meant no more walking home.

When you arrived at the field, you found a bench in a quiet spot where you wouldn’t be noticed right away. Looking around, you saw a few people waiting—some for their friends, others for their partners. And then you saw her.

The blonde girl.

She sat with her two friends, giggling. Behind them were two guys, probably friends too.

You must have stared too hard because she turned to you—and smiled.

Her smile was… nice. Maybe you had been wrong about calling her a mean girl.

Panic set in when she stood up and started walking toward you.

“Hello,” she said, looking you straight in the eyes. Confidence radiated off her. Behind her, the other two girls were watching closely, analyzing the interaction. The guys were whispering to each other, grinning like idiots, clearly entertained by whatever their friend was planning.

“Uh—yes?” you stammered.

She tilted her head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Embarrassed, you nodded. “Yes, Friend. I mean—I’m waiting for a friend.” Keeping eye contact with her was harder than it should have been. Something about her made you nervous, like you didn’t want her to know how much of a loner you really were. Like you wanted to seem more interesting.

“Aaa, a friend.” She looked amused. “Who’s your friend?”

“Phainon.”

Her smile widened slightly, her interest piqued.

“Ah, Phainon,” she said, as if the name meant something to her. “Yeah, I’ve seen you two sitting together. Are you close?”

She didn’t seem like a mean girl at all, so you answered honestly.

“Well, yeah. We’re childhood friends.” You smiled nervously.

“Aww, that’s cute,” she said, sounding genuinely excited. “Why don’t you come sit with us? It must be lonely sitting here by yourself.”

And just like that, an opportunity presented itself.

Not just any opportunity—an invitation from the popular crowd.

You didn’t know what made her come talk to you, but you weren’t about to miss this chance.

<<PART2

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Ridoc Gamlyn x reader (sweetheart!) Part three of Ridoc and Sweetheart's story words: 2.9k 🏷: no real book spoilers, this will make more sense if you've read Resson (Garrick's version) but it's not required, set a week or two into Iron Flame, this is a sweetheart chapter so warning for intrusive / self-deprecating thoughts and anxiety spirals, I made a bunch of stuff up about Ridoc's life because RY never told us anything, Rhith being a cool mom, this hasn't been proofread, oops. gonna go have a bagel now byeeee

Rhith had told you that Ridoc would meet you at the gates at eleven — so naturally you’ve been standing there since 10:45, rocking back and forth on your heels and peeling your cuticles.

Why did you agree to do this? Actually, this was your idea — why did you bring it up? What if he’s not going to show up, and you’re just going to stand here for an hour like an idiot?

“Hey! Am I late?” he asks, startling you out of your thoughts. He’s a little out of breath, like he’d ran here, but he offers you a wide smile nonetheless.

You open your mouth to speak just as the bells chime. 

“Guess not,” he laughs when they’re done. “You ready to go?”

You nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets so he can’t see the state of your fingers. Thankfully it’s not too hot to wear your flight jacket. This is your first venture into town, and you don’t want to have your relic on display when you’re in a new place — just going is scary enough.

He leads the way — of course he knows where you’re going. He probably goes out every weekend with his friends; another way you’re completely different.

“I figured we could play twenty questions,” he offers. “Get to know each other a little more. You can go first, if you want.”

You take a second to remember how to speak again. “Alright, um… do you have any hobbies?”

“Coming up with jokes is pretty time consuming.”

“And here I thought they were all completely spontaneous,” you say, shaking your head. “Do you write them all down in that fabled diary of yours?”

He laughs. “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t actually have one?”

You tilt your head to the side, considering it. “Only because I don’t see you spending your free time sitting down, writing.” 

“You wound me, sweetheart. I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of writing complete sentences.”

“I never said you weren’t. I just said that I didn’t see you doing it.”

“Fair. Tell me about your book,” he prompts. “The one you’re always carrying around.”

“That’s not a question.”

He gives you a sly smile. “Well played. I’ll rephrase, then. What’s the book about? Do you like it?”

“That’s two questions.”

He laughs, warm and full. “I can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Three.”

“Okay, okay. The first one, then — what's it about?”

“The main character is a trained assassin who is called before the king to join a contest to become his hitman, basically. But the contestants keep getting murdered in the night by some creature that they can’t track down.  It’s part of a series, but I’ve never seen the other volumes anywhere. I like to imagine a different ending every time I read it.”

“You’ve read it more than once?”

You ignore the fact that that’s yet another question, answering it without protest. “Yeah. I know that’s dumb, but it was the book I was in the middle of when my life went to shit. It’s technically property of the library in Aretia, but it was burnt to the ground, so I never gave it back.”

Your heart beats a little faster at the mention of your hometown, and you immediately regret bringing it up, but thankfully Ridoc seems none the wiser. 

“There’s nothing dumb about it if it makes you happy.”

You’ve just stepped into the tiny restaurant when a man that you guess is the owner sees Ridoc and pulls him into a tight hug. “I was wondering when you’d bring your girlfriend!”

Your cheeks warm, but you don’t correct him — that would be too awkward.

Ridoc doesn’t correct him either. “I set up Ezra here with ice that never melts,” he explains with a smile.

“It’s been a blessing. Keeps everything fresh longer, so I don’t have to waste it. You two sit — I’ll make you something special, on the house.” He disappears into the tiny kitchen in the back, leaving the two of you alone in the nearly-empty dining room. 

Ridoc gestures to a table in the corner, away from the door, and you settle into the chair silently. You can’t help but run through Garrick’s mental checklist — your back is to the wall, and you have clear sight of the two exits. You have a knife in your right boot and one in your left sleeve — plus the blunt one laid on the table in front of you. The fork would probably do more damage, though.

“I think it’s your turn.”

“Hm? Oh. Right.” You take a moment to look at him. “Why are you here?”

He gives you a stupid grin. “Because you asked me on a date.”

You roll your eyes. “No, I mean, why Basgiath? Why the rider’s quadrant?”

“Oh, I know. I just wanted to remind you that this whole thing was your idea. But really… probably because I’m an adrenaline junkie who feels like he has to prove to the world that he’s not an idiot. And I’ve always admired the riders and their magic. We can do some pretty cool shit.” 

There’s a pause, and his voice softens as he continues. “I know you didn’t want to be here, so I probably sound super ignorant saying all that. I do think it’s fucked up that you didn’t get a choice — and the way that they handled all of it.”

“I respect your answer. It was honest.”

His turn for a question. “How do you feel about it, really, being here? Not here as in here,” he clarifies, tapping the table, “but at Basgiath.”

You look at him for a second. “Is that your question, or…”

“It can be. But if you don’t want to talk about it, we can go back to the dumb ones.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say quietly, thinking for a second. “I’ve accepted it, but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.”

He’s quiet, giving you space to elaborate — the same way Garrick does; not prying, but silently offering to let you tell him what you’re thinking, if you want to.

“Challenges are the one thing here that doesn’t scare me, because I don’t have to think about it anymore. I know what to do if someone takes a swing at me, and I know how to disarm someone, because Garrick made me practice hundreds of times. But everything else…” 

“Is uncertain and unfamiliar, and therefore scary,” he finishes for you. 

You’re a little surprised by the gentle tone of his voice, the lack of judgment in his words. “That pretty much sums it up.”

Another pause.

“I’ve had an anxiety disorder pretty much my whole life,” you admit. “I was that kid in school that everyone thought couldn’t speak, because I never talked to anyone, except my siblings. Liam was my first real friend who was my age. He didn’t mind the quiet. We would just sit together, and he’d do his wood carvings while I read my books. That was good enough for both of us.”

“Where are they now? Your siblings, I mean.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking down at the tablecloth and the barely distinguishable pattern of flowers woven into it. 

“I know that’s two in a row for me,” he says, backpedaling. “And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I had a brother and a sister. They were eight and ten years older than me, but they were my best friends. I think they knew that I didn’t have anyone my age, so they always let me tag along for everything until they left for Basgiath.”

“They went here?”

You nod. “As infantry. When they graduated, they joined Fen Riorson’s movement, and a few years later, they were executed along with my parents.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

Something compels you to keep talking, to push past the awkwardness and condolences. “I don’t mind talking about them. It’s hard, but they were an important part of my life, and they deserve to be remembered. Losing them was devastating, but Garrick and my foster sister helped fill that void.”

You trace a fingernail over one of the tiny flowers. “I think… I think that’s why I kept pushing you away, and why I haven’t really made any friends here. Being marked doesn’t help, but I can never let myself get close to anyone, because everyone I’ve ever been close to has left me, one way or another.”

You can’t bring yourself to say “died” — and that wouldn’t be quite correct, either. Garrick is very much alive, last you’d heard, but he’s at least a twelve hour flight away. 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I only met her twice, but she was always kind to me and everyone she met.”

It takes you a second to realize that he means your foster sister — as far as Ridoc and the rest of the school know, she’d died at Resson along with Liam and Soleil.

“She was,” you say softly. 

It feels weird speaking about her in the past tense. You know she’s not dead, that she’s safe with Brennan and the elders, but the last time you saw her, she might as well have been — she’d felt so cold, and looked so drained, unable to respond to you or even open her eyes. 

She has to be awake by now, starting to recover. She has to push through, if for no reason other than that it would absolutely shatter both you and Garrick if she didn’t. 

Ridoc exhales, choosing his next words carefully. “I really am sorry. You shouldn’t have had to go through any of that, especially so young. But for what it’s worth, which probably isn’t a lot — I think you’re handling it all incredibly well, and you’re really brave for it.”

You, handling anything well? and being brave? Yeah, right. You take a sip of water to cover the look of dry disbelief on your face, but he sees it anyway. 

“I mean it. Bravery isn’t “never being scared”, it’s “being scared but doing the scary thing anyway”, and you’ve been doing that every day for the last year — for your whole life, honestly. I think that’s admirable.”

You blink at him for a moment, surprised. 

“It’s true,” Rhith says gently. 

“Thank you,” you say softly — to both of them. “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

He offers you a soft smile. “I think that’s enough deep questions for now. Thank you for telling me all of that, though. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

“It wasn’t,” you agree. “But I feel… lighter.”

“Lighter is good.”

Ezra arrives at the perfect time, holding a tray with two plates of steaming noodles and two glasses of water, placing them in front of you and making a quick exit.

Ridoc brushes a hand against his glass, and you watch the pattern of frost crawl over the edges as it chills itself near instantly. “Want me to do yours?”

You blink, realizing he’s speaking to you. “Sure. Thank you.”

He pushes the cold glass toward you, taking the other and chilling it for himself.

The question comes out before you can think. “How long did it take you to get used to the cold?”

He looks up at you, surprised. “Not long. A week, maybe. I run hot, so sometimes it’s kinda nice.”

You nod in understanding. He’d been warm to the touch when he’d wrapped his arms around you, and you’d melted right into him. That was a first. But so is this, and it seems to be going okay.

You both eat without further discussion, every minute of quiet a little more comfortable than the last. The food is good — better than anything they serve at Basgiath. 

“So, where’s home for you?” you ask after a while.

“Deaconshire,” he answers. “My dad’s still out there. It’s been just me and him for a while.”

“Not too far, then,” you comment, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he hadn’t mentioned his mother. 

“Yeah. I’ve thought about going AWOL for an afternoon, just to see him for an hour or two. But at least the letters will arrive fast.”

“Right,” you say softly, pushing the last piece of pasta around your plate idly. 

It hadn’t really sunk in yet that you can write letters now, as a second year. You could write to Garrick, but it would be too dangerous to send anything to Aretia, with the professors reading everything to make sure there’s no classified information being spread. You might be able to write to the Duke, and hope he passes it on to the right people, but that would still be deemed suspicious. 

Maybe Bodhi could help you.

“Where’d Garrick get stationed?” he asks.

“Samara,” you answer quietly. 

He winces, knowing that’s right on the front between Navarre and Poromiel, but he recovers quickly. “He’s with Xaden, right? They’ll take care of each other.”

“Yeah.”

“They’ll be fine,” he reassures. “They were the two biggest, most intimidating dudes in fourth wing. Nobody’s going to mess with them — but if anyone’s dumb enough to try, they’ll get what’s coming to them. And they can definitely kick ass in the air, too.”

He’s right — they’ll be fine.

Probably.

“Yeah,” you say again, hoping it sounds convincing. “They can definitely hold their own.” But against wyvern… what if what happened to Deigh happens to Chradh or Sgaeyl, and there’s nothing they can do? 

You force the thought out of your head before the universe can hear it and make it come true. 

“You ready to head back?” he asks gently.

You nod in affirmation, and he gets up, finding Ezra. The owner bids him a cheerful goodbye that includes a hearty pat on the back, while you stand by the table and offer him a weak wave and a soft thank you.

The walk back to the school is quiet, only the crunching of gravel under your boots, but this time the silence isn’t as loud.

You’ve already said everything you needed to say, laid all your cards face up on the table and shown them to the other — almost all of them, you think with a little flare of guilt, but there are some things you just can’t tell anyone, for the sake of Tyrrendor in its entirety.

“This one’s mine,” you say quietly, stopping in front of your door. 

You call it yours, but it doesn’t feel that way. Just because you sleep here and your stuff is piled up in the corner, yet to be unpacked, doesn’t make it feel like yours, and doesn’t make it feel safe, despite the ward that Garrick had helped you put up before he left for Samara with Xaden.

Ridoc offers you a warm smile. “Thank you for taking a chance on me. I’d really like to see you again, if you want.”

“I’d like that too.”

He lingers, and for a moment you’re worried that he’s expecting something of you, but he remains a few steps away, his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you,” you add. “For today. And for finding me yesterday.”

“Of course, sweetheart. And next time you start to feel that way, you can have Rhith tell Aotrom to get me, okay? You shouldn’t have to deal with that alone.”

“Okay,” you say softly. 

He gives you another knee-weakening smile before he heads off, disappearing into a room that must be his — eight doors down, on the other side of the hall.

You make it inside just as the bells strike twelve thirty. The afternoon is still young.

You decide to unpack — starting by shoving the box of your sister’s things into the bottom of the armoire. You’d burned most of her stuff, to maintain the appearance that she’s actually dead, but you and Garrick had both taken some for yourselves. Malek couldn’t get mad about that, right?

You don’t know if you should worry what he thinks or not — you despise him for taking everyone away from you, but you need to remain in his good graces if you want to keep the few people you have left. But you aren’t sure how — it remains unclear what you did, or didn’t do, to deserve that. 

“It was nothing you did,” Rhith says gently, startling you. “And you didn’t deserve it.”

“Sorry,” you stammer. “I didn’t mean to project that to you.”

“We’ve talked about the apologies, sweet one,” she prods. “They’re never necessary.”

“Sor—” you stop yourself before you can finish the word. “I’ll work on that.”

She changes the subject for you. “I’m proud of what you did today. I know that was difficult for you.”

“It’s easier with him,��� you say quietly. “I don’t know why, but it is.”

“Many things don’t require explanation. It is enough to simply appreciate them.” 

Spoken like a true green. “I wish I could be as logical as you,” you sigh. 

“There is value in both logic and emotion, but there is a balance to be found between them.”

You sit with the statement for a moment as you start to fold the laundry you’d shoved into a bag and dragged up the stairs when you’d moved, trying to smooth out the wrinkles to no avail.

“What do you think?” you ask. “about him, I mean.”

“I think he has a good heart. He genuinely cares for you, but it is your decision whether to trust him or not. And even if you do, there are some things that he can never know.”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “I know.”

“I’m proud of you, my girl.”

You’re a little bit proud of yourself too.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Kaiju AU Concepts

So while I'm currently slowly working my way through working on my AUs, I had a burst of energy and motivation to draw some Kaiju concepts for characters we've already seen in what I've written--namely Grim and Crowley! (I did have a concept for Crewel's Kaiju form I did last year, but I'm probably going to edit it and just do a before and after comparison or something)

Kaiju AU Grim/Grimfang:

Notes:

This design is based on the updated description in the rewrite of the first chapter I'm almost finished with, keeping enough of his original design while making it fit into the AU.

The crystal on his chest is embedded into the flesh, and yes, it is purple like the crystal on his ribbon in game! It was a spur of the moment thought while sketching, but seemed very fitting and would lend more into the crystals being important to the kaiju themselves and how it helps with regulating magic similar to their in-game counterparts.

In the story, Yuu is supposed to be able to give Grim a proper bath since his fur wasn't as clean as it could have been when they first met. That's how Yuu will discover the crystal.

Keep in mind this is a relatively rough concept sketch to help me with designing the final version. In the meantime, this'll at least help with visualization when reading!

"Average Human" is essentially how tall an average sized human would be compared to kaiju Grim, since not every Yuu is the same height or size!

Kaiju AU Crowley/Nevermore Concept:

Notes:

So...I'll be honest, I've rarely if ever drawn anything relatively bird-like, so Crowley's design in this AU always made me worry he'd be too cartoony or something if I'd attempted before. It is a complete and utter accident that he wound up looking like a griffin without the lion half, but I'm not complaining! 😂

His "face mask" wound up being a last minute pattern I added, which wound up helping flesh him out more and not making him look like any old griffin bird creature. Still a major concept development for his overall design, but I'm feeling more confident on how he looks!

Based on the height differences for each kaiju here, I'd put Crowley at 70 ft tall. Which is pretty crazy in general, but then again, so is Godzilla and the other monsters, so eh. XD Anyway, tiny average human is spooked!

Yes, Crowley has those tiny arms that I mentioned in the rewrite snippet I had posted a bit ago, I just gotta figure out how they're shaped and such. They typically hide under all that chest floof!

That's all I've got for now regarding their designs. I'm still tapping away at the rewrite and working out how each character is designed. I've also got to post the updated species list since I decided to change things around, so keep an eye out for that! 😌

[xi-xi-chen]

do you think you would ever eventually draw a grown up version of jinx, lux and isha? seeing all the headcanons about them made me start thinking about how lightcannon would handle isha through her teenage/young adult years,,,,, like half of it comes from my desire of wanting to see lightcannon's dynamic as they become a bit more mature and their trauma/hurt is less raw? (if that makes sense? like being able to see them as adults who have grown to be a bit more grounded and secure 🥹) and also wanting to see what isha would look/act like as she grows up bc ... she was robbed of that in canon 🥲🥲🥲

btw i don't mean this as a request or me pressuring u to draw them !! i just wanted to yap about them bc im in my lightcannon + isha sappy feels 🫠

(sidenote: do we have a name for the lightcannon + isha found family relationship?? they literally mean everything to me ☹️💕)

Aw, no problem, I've been wanting to get around to this anyway. I went back and did a rough character study and tried to keep as much of the same features in. However, I tried not to worry too much since this is essentially a transformation from child to semi-adult.

The inspo mostly came from my own hairstyle, I've got curls similar to Isha's at the top, but it strengthens at the ends and back. So with enough length, I sometimes put tiny braids in, so that's where this particular design comes from, of course, with some help of reference from chosen Pinterest images, too. I also wanted to leave Isha's imitation, I think she'd still want to copy Jinx's hairstyles once in a while and implement the same cuts on a smaller scale.

As far as maturity goes, I think they'd communicate pretty efficiently, but of course, to a degree for some needed independence once in a while and all that jazz. However, I imagine they'd also be a tightly knit together family, close enough that they'd want to always carry something around that reminds them of the other. I think for Isha, that's in the form of images and colors, so hair dye and accessories.

I see Jinx growing out her hair eventually, like a wolf cut style, because even I miss my long ass hair from way back when, but Iove the tapers, so a shaved side of the head would follow along. Lux would probably get the cut just shy of the chin and finally use hair dye for the first time. But I can't decide if she'd go as far as to get an undercut as well. I think Jinx would want some kind of trinket for them, so she'd probably go onto wearing piercings, and they'd follow the idea. So, yeah, just little things that represent one another.

These are just a very few rough drafts, I really wanted to draw them, so I'm glad you've shared your thoughts with me, it helped me push through to get something up and running.

(I don't know any new names

for the lightcannon+Isha 😔)