#rusty's oc: diane

[the-whispers-of-death]

dad!butcher has not stopped haunting me, so now its your turn to write /lh

aka can i pretty please with a cherry on top and a kiss on the cheek request kali's reaction to butcher bringing diane home for the first time? i know he was nice about it, but ough, my brain isnt braining and i want to see dad!kali shine too,,,

(and just so you know, he *did* end up getting the groceries with diane together. so he didnt come home empty handed. in fact, hes overcompensating, if anything /j)

A New Child Acquired

Okay, yes I will indulge us on seeing Kali react to Diane coming home with Butcher. More Dad!Kali content is content we need.

Full disclosure, I forgot to reread what you had wrote about Diane and Butcher meeting so I accidentally made it so that it's dinnertime when Butcher and Diane come home instead of it being lunch time. It be like that sometimes.

Also, I was too lazy to give this a look-over. There might be typos.

Word Count: 2,079

Ashok moved around the kitchen, working with the little ingredients he had. He knew his boyfriend would hopefully be back soon with the groceries, but he saw how hungry their children were getting and he just couldn't wait for Adam to come home.

He hummed to himself as he chopped up the vegetables, making sure to check on the beef that was being cooked as he chopped. Once the vegetables were chopped, he placed them in with the beef and stirred it around, making sure everything was getting cooked evenly.

Once the beef and vegetables were cooked, he took out four plates for him and the three kids. He plated the rice he had made before the beef and vegetables in all four plates before putting the beef and vegetables on top. He made sure it was all plated nicely before setting the plates on the dining table.

"Betas! Dinner is ready!" he called out to his children, putting the dishes in the sink for him to clean after he ate. He sat down at the table, waiting for his children.

All three kids came into the kitchen but per usual, Charles and Samuel took their individual plates to their bedrooms. Ashok didn't mind, knowing it was best not to push them to socialize more than they could handle. He was just happy they were eating, no matter where they ate.

"How is your schoolwork going, Lakshmi?" Ashok asked his daughter, smiling at her when she sat down to join him at the dinner table. He waited to eat, only eating when she started. "Are you having trouble with anything?"

Lakshmi was smart, as was the rest of the kids, but she struggled with math sometimes. He never blamed for it, especially with how math was being taught nowadays. He just hoped she was comfortable enough with him to ask for help.

Lakshmi shook her head. "I've started to get the hang of algebra, finally. I finished my homework, actually," she said, beaming at him.

Ashok's smile widened at the news, thankful his daughter was having an easier time with algebra. "You did? I'm so proud of you, Beta. I'm glad it's starting to get easier for you."

The rest of the dinner was the two of them chatting about everything and anything. By the time dinner was finished and Ashok washing the dishes, he felt lighter even with the small worry at the back of his head about how it was taking Adam so long to come home.

"Ah ah, no. Go to your room and chill, Beta," he said when Lakshmi tried to help him with the dishes. He smiled at how generous she was and splashed with her a little bit of water to stop her from picking up a plate. "You deserve to relax after all that time you spent as school. I remember how school was back in my day and I hear it's even worse now, so much pressure on you kids. So go, have fun. You can help me wash the dishes on the weekends, if you're so inclined."

"Thank you, Baba." Lakshmi came up to him and pressed a kiss against his cheek, smiling up at him. She then turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, no doubt doing whatever her heart desired.

Ashok finished washing the dishes he had before he went to the boys' bedrooms and knocked twice. He didn't dare open the door, waiting for the boys to do that so they could hand him their plates. He wasn't in the habit of going into the boys' rooms if they didn't want him to, giving them the option of just meeting him in their doorways to give him the plates.

He murmured that he loved them before they closed their bedroom doors and he went back to the kitchen to wash the two plates. He glanced at the clock, frowning when he saw how late he was.

Where was Adam?

As soon as he had that thought, the front door was unlocked. Two pairs of footsteps entered the house, the rustling of plastic bags full of groceries being heard.

Ashok's eyebrows furrowed at the sound of two pairs of footsteps, unaware that his boyfriend was coming home with someone in tow. He grabbed his glasses, having forgotten them all this time due to still being unused to needing them, and put them on so he could see clearly. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, seeing who came with Adam.

What he saw broke his heart: a girl who was in clothes far too ratty to give her any protection, the only thing giving warmth being Adam's huge jacket that dwarfed her. She looked so hungry and dirty, most likely spending quite some time on the streets. Worst of all, she had a torn ear, caked in blood.

"Oh hello!" he said, giving her a bright smile to try and ease her discomfort.

He immediately went to thermostat and turned up the heat, not liking the fact that she most likely had been out in the cold before Adam had found her. Poor girl was going to get sick due to the snowstorm that was coming.

"I'm Ashok. Would you be comfortable telling me your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's whatever will make you feel the most comfortable."

He waited patiently, still giving her a bright smile. He didn't mind being patient with her, it was clear she would need a lot of patience.

Like he did with most children he met, he felt a pull to make sure she was taken care of. He had to remind himself that he couldn't be so bold with her, especially because he didn't even know if she had parents who were looking for her.

"She said her name is Diane," Adam said, drawing his boyfriend's attention to him. He still held the grocery bags, but he was moving towards the kitchen to put the groceries away. "Found her on the street, knee-deep in the snow. So I brought her here, after getting the groceries."

Ashok's eyebrows furrowed at that, glancing at Diane briefly before turning back to Adam. "You took her grocery shopping with you and then brought her here? What about her parents?"

"Please don't kick me out!"

Ashok's head whipped to Diane, surprised at her speaking.

She sounded so scared, it made his heart ache. Her reaction made it clear that her parents would not want her back, that she had nowhere else to go instead of here.

Well, in that case, Ashok would take her. No child deserved to be kicked out and left to defend themselves.

"You're not going to be kicked out," he said, his voice softening to soothe her. He drew closer to her, arms stretched out to comfort her. He saw her flinch and while his heart broke at the sight, he dropped his arms immediately.

"Have you eaten? There's leftover of the dinner I cooked. Enough for you both."

Adam nodded in response to the question. "I gave her food before we got the groceries and we ate," he answered.

Ashok relaxed at that, grateful that she was no longer hungry. He remembered the torn ear of Diane's and figured they should start with that.

He hummed in thought, taking in his options. "I would call Vik normally, but he's not very gentle. I think we should at least check her ear, see if it needs stitches, and then go from there. If it doesn't need stitches, I can disinfect and bandage it myself," he said, knowing that while his best friend was the best at taking care of injuries, Vikram would probably scare Diane.

He didn't want Diane to be scared any more. She deserved to feel safe.

Ashok left Adam to put away the groceries, taking Diane to the bathroom since that was where the medical bag was. He gestured for her to come closer, feeling sad when she seemed to only obey in the hopes of pleasing him. He checked her ear, breathing out a sigh of relief that she didn't need stitches.

He washed his hands before disinfecting her ear, taking care to be as gentle as he could be. He took out the bandages before realizing she should probably shower first.

"Actually, let's get you washed up and put in fresh clothes before I bandage your ear, okay?" His voice still held that gentle tone, not wanting to keep her on edge. "I'll show you how the shower valves since they're a bit confusing at first and then I'll leave you to shower while I get you clothes. How does that sound?"

Diane looked so out of place as she stood near the shower with him, but he tried to push that thought of his mind. He had to focus on ensuring she was taken care of.

Once he felt she knew how to work the shower, he left her to shower and went to Lakshmi's room. He knocked twice to announce himself, smiling when she said "Come in!" a minute later. He opened the door and stepped inside the bedroom.

"Beta, I'm sorry to interrupt your reading, but I need a favor," he said, noting how she was curled up in a comfortable chair with a book. He went near the closet, but didn't open it. "Do you mind if I borrow your clothes? It's for a girl your age, someone Adam brought home."

Lakshmi nodded and then laughed. "Uncle Ivan wasn't kidding when he said it was a miracle you hadn't adopted a kid off the street yet," she said, still giggling. "Guess that ends today?"

Ashok playfully frowned at her, making sure she knew he wasn't really upset. "Oh, so you and Uncle Ivan have been talking about me behind my back? You wound me, Beta. Guess I'll just have to retaliate by telling him about the time you accidentally snorted soda up your nose."

He dodged a pillow thrown his way, chuckling. He grabbed the clothes and kissed her forehead, leaving before she threw another pillow at him.

He walked back to the bathroom, opening the door and looking inside the room enough just to put the clothes on the counter.

"I'm leaving the clothes on the counter for you after you finish your shower! Take your time and then tell me when you're ready for your ear to be bandaged."

With those words, he exited the bathroom and closed the door again to give Diane privacy. He went to the kitchen where Adam was still putting away the groceries.

"So you brought a kid home," he said, not at all surprised considering how much of a soft spot Adam seemed to have for kids underneath all of that tough demeanor he had.

Adam glanced Ashok's way before refocusing on the groceries. "I couldn't leave her there and I knew she was safe here, with us. She didn't seem to mind, as she asked me to be her dad." He glanced back at his boyfriend. "Do you not want her here?"

"I never said that."

Ashok's answer was immediate, both of them knowing he would never turn a kid away. It was part of why Adam brought her here in the first place. His heart was big enough for the kids they already had and one more.

"She's a nice kid, Diane." Ashok pretended to sound nonchalant as he helped his boyfriend put away the groceries.

"She is." Adam's lips pulled into a cocky smirk, knowing the answer to the question he was about to ask. "So, can we keep her?"

Ashok scrunched his nose in displeasure at the wording. "That sounds like she's not a human being with free will." He shook his head at his thoughts before moving closer to Adam. "If she wants to stay... Well, I wouldn't object."

Adam chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around Ashok's waist to pull him even closer. "You already think of her as your daughter, don't you, doll?"

"I plead the fifth."

They both chuckled at Ashok's words, their moment being broken by the bathroom door being opened. Ashok gave Adam a small kiss before getting out of his hold, going to where Diane was waiting for him.

He neared her and his heart melted at seeing her freshly dressed and cleaned.

Yeah, she was his daughter already.

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Once again, I don't truly like the way this ending is but alas endings continue to evade me. Anyways, I hope this was good.

[the-whispers-of-death]

DAD!BUTCHER!!!!

Also Diane is soo cute. I love her so much. She deserves all of the love and care.

The way Butcher didn't hesitate to say "Sure" when Diane asked if he can be my dad too. My heart melted.

Oh I love this.

Now onto what I actually want to request: I'm humbly requesting a blurb with Butcher and Diane, please and thank you. I need to know how he ended up meeting Diane.

Also I just like him being fatherly with her. Dad!Butcher is lowkey my favorite version of my Butcher.

i love him being a dad :( so much :(((

enjoy diane basically getting adopted tho ;3

wc: 870

It started out small. Adam just seeing this little kid on the streets constantly.

They did not interact.

Not his kid, not his problem, was what he would think... Until he saw the same exact kid knees deep in show and shaking like a leaf.

They had no clothing for this. An unexpected snowstorm like this could end up bad.

"Fine, I guess it is my problem now," Adam thought to himself, stepping out of the car he parked a few meters away.

"Oi! Boy, get over here!" he called out, resulting in the kid's head snapping up, eyes widening in fear.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I want to give you my coat," he assured, slowing his movements. He slipped it off easily and held it out, remaining just in his tank top that was underneath.

He then saw two ears flicker on the top of the head, likely as the kid weighed their options.

And then they reached out and grabbed it, putting it on hastily with a soft, coarse "thank you."

He smiled.

"What's your name, boy?" he prompted, but remained at a distance.

"I-I'm not a boy!" they squeaked out, a hint of hostility and insecurity in their voice "And... Diane. My name is Diane."

The girl's panic at the possible reaction was soothed instantly by how Adam just nodded in understanding.

"Got it. You look like a Diane."

He didn't miss the way her eyes lit up, only to be interrupted by a fit of sneezes, drawing a low chuckle from the man.

"Say, Diane, do you have anywhere to go?" the answer was obvious but he had to check. Kids were weird at times.

The little shake of her head told him everything he needed.

"Alright then. Your parents probably told you to not follow strangers, but I have a place near here where you could warm up. I'll getcha a lunch too, how's that sound?"

Diane's eyes went to the sleek SUV, and as she was about to try declining it, the man added.

"We can walk if you want. Really, it's just 10 minutes from here. Promise."

She didn't know what compelled her to agree. All her instincts telling her to not trust this man. To run away. He already sacrificed his winter coat to her. Why keep going?

But the chance for a proper meal outweighed it all.

"... O.. Okay, mister," she mumbled.

"Adam. Call me Adam. No need to be so formal, kid," he assured, leisurely walking down the street once locking the car. Groceries be damned, he's got a kid to save from frostbite.

Charlie's apartment really wasn't that far. Though he did get a text from the young adult asking if it was, in fact, him in there and not an intruder. The security system got bumped up a notch since he was last there, so he just confirmed it.

"Alright, make yourself at home. This is where my son sometimes lives, but we have the place to ourselves. I'll turn the heating on though," he spoke, turning on the power to the place and adjusting the radiators.

"You have a son?" she asks.

"Ehh, kinda," Adam scratches his head, "I got asked to look out for him, basically. Practically raised the damn thing."

Adam kept on talking, and after taking a glance in the pantry, he frowned: "Huh. Guess we'll have to order. Got a favorite place or food, little lady?"

"Uhm... Not really..." she trails off, and her stomach grumbles, causing her to shrink in on herself a little.

"Well, I'm craving a damn good burger. You in?"

He grins at the little nod, and dials up a place. While still messing around with his phone, he called back home to tell them he'd be home late.

"Who was that?" the lemur hybrid asked, head cocking to the side.

"Ah, no one, just my boyfriend," he shrugged.

She blinks, not expecting that.

"... Is he nice?"

"A total sweetheart. Like you, I suppose. He'd like you. Has his own daughter too! Poor girl is spoiled rotten by now," he muses, smiling fondly.

"He would?"

"Without a doubt," he confirms.

"Tell you what: would you like to see for yourself? I could take you back home when food gets here-"

He's cut off mid-sentence by the way the girl lunges at him, holding onto him as if he were her only means to survival. At this point, he probably is.

"That a yes, little lady?"

A muffled hum is let out in his shirt. Silently, he pets her hair, mindful of her torn up ear, which still had specks of blood in it.

"And tell you what, we'll also get you nice and cleaned up. I don't have anything here, but there's someone back home who'll help you out."

Soon, the girl was no longer shivering, but kept the coat draped on her shoulders still. For good measure though, Adam had sat her down on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

Out of the blue, she asked: "Can you be my dad too?"

Not a hint of hesitation was felt in Adam at the answer.

"Sure. If that's what you want."

The doorbell rings. Food's here.

[endomentendo]

TMA npc’s

Making some Npc’s for my TMA campaign. Hope to get more down.

Dian deetz/ the archivist

A tired and upkeep of an archive manager of both the library and artifacts storage. She’s seen her fair-share of the unknown and wishes to keep the hidden from the world’s view out of safety. But it’s this position that’s making her stressed for her life, especially with her coworkers who either know nothing or don’t take their job seriously. A certain coworker might just be the death of her.

Speaking of

Alastair Hellsing/ professional paranormal investigator.

A goofball of an investigator who doesn’t take their job seriously. Usually being a fun person to work with over how sporadic and chill he is. But don’t let that fool you since he’s professional for a reason.

[lakesparkles]

I was taking a mental health break yesterday so let's pretend today is still Halloween shhhh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 !!!!

[grokebaby]

Finnish, language and meta stuff

Diane - Canonically speaks finnish, Swedish and English. Partially for meta reasons (finnish used to be the "pov" language) and partially because she just knows them. Her mother is Nordic in origin (finnish) and thus she was raised in an environment where one could reasonably learn finnish and Swedish. Her other mother spoke demon/tormentor variants and a bit of English so Diane obviously knows those too. She's most fluent in demon, Finnish and English as those she uses primarily

Diane's descendants like Sam and Dejan also speak finnish, and demon/tormentor language variants but that's about it. And English obviously because pov language

Kustaa Taneli (KT) - tf oc who's lived in Finland for most of his life, beginning from his youth. Speaks finnish best due to frequent use, English second and Swedish third. Obviously he's fluent in cybertronian too, but pretty rusty due to lack of use. Finnish here is more than just pov language, it's a vital part of the character that couldn't be removed from him.

Twig/Hael/Kern - Most of my adult gathering spirits speak Swedish as tribute to the fact that they were originally meant to have in-story ties to that language more than they ended up having. They have their own language as well, which makes them quadrilingual (Finnish, English, Swedish, and their native, non human language). The reason they know English is because it's currently the pov language and it'd cause in-story trouble if they couldn't speak it. Finnish/Swedish comes from the environment they live in, despite their lacking connections to human civilization, and their native language probably doesn't need more explanation as to how they speak it

Angels - all angels speak a common, all understanding language. Think of the ultimate pov language. Regardless of the language I was telling this story in, they'd understand all mortal/human languages. And all people would understand them. The only time they'd have language barriers is if a demon was speaking, ykno, demonics. Except High angels and God's throne who understand even those, which used to be why only high angels interacted with demons in any meaningful way, in the olden times. Nowadays the barrier is much much smaller and only if it's some niche demonic language. But if it originates from hell the angels can understand it. There is, however, angel exclusive communication but calling it a language would be limiting, because it's about so much more, like energies and auras. As an Easter egg I like to imagine all the angels can also speak Latin and some ancient languages because of their history, but I don't have enough knowledge to get into that.

Hart - Due to their ancient age and frequent visits to earth they've picked up a ton of languages. They can't always tell them apart from each other, or even just mix them up to purposefully mess with people. Mostly they just speak the pov language and demonics. Yes, especially those niche ones the angels might not understand. As a skilled mimic, they've attempted to learn angelic communication. It's difficult and crude, but they get just close enough to freak out any angels passing by. Of course, they can always tell it's not another angel eventually, but the fact that they really have to take a moment and think carefully if it is, is what delights Hart tremendously.

Hilla Holger - E was programmed with finnish English and Swedish, and has since been learning other related languages such as Estonian, Norwegian and Danish. The first trio are the ones e knows the best obviously, the others are still in progress, but e can hold up a conversation semi well. E also speaks various code and morse, which have been picked up from other mechanical or digital lifeforms

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Miscellaneous OCs Part 2

Name: Sophie Sterling.  Title: Bodyguard: Prey.  Fandom: Bodyguard. Summary: “In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey.” Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Aleena Rayes.  Title: Bodyguard; Prey.  Fandom: Bodyguard.  Summary: “In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey.” Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Taio Woodward.  Title: Bodyguard: Prey.  Fandom: Bodyguard.  Sumamary: “In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey.“ Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Mateo Lopez.  Title: Bodyguard: Prey.  Fandom: Bodyguard.  Summary: “In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey.“ Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Carla Terry.  Title: Bodyguard: Prey.  Fandom: Bodyguard.  Summary: “In a constantly changing world, the need for protection grows. A teenager is the least likely suspect for a protector- but that's exactly what Clara Heafley relies on to do her job. Her job? Being a professional bodyguard trained in surveillance, anti-ambush techniques, hostage survival and unarmed combat. When she's given the task to protect the Prime Minister's daughter, her protection skills face the ultimate test. Carla however, doesn't want protection. She just wants to have a normal life. Unaware that Clara is her bodyguard, she tries to hide from security while taking Clara along for the ride. But unknown to her and Clara, her father's rival is not willing to accept defeat. And with a common tactic being to target enemies loved ones, this anger slowly morphs him into a vulture, with the Prime Minister's daughter being his prey.“ Quotev Link Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice: Summary of Series: TBA.  Fandom: Powerpuff Girls. 

*Bluebell- new powerpuff girl created by the professor.  *Marshall- powerpuff boy created by Blossom.  *Maple- powerpuff girl created by Blossom.  *Matisse- non-binary powerpuff created by Blossom. 

Sonic: The Next Generation: Summary of Series: TBA.  Fandom: Sonic 

*Noah- son of Sonic and Amy.  *Blair- daughter of Sonic and Amy.  *Mason- son of Shadow and Sally.  *Maria- daughter of Shadow and Sally.  *Lucy- daughter of Tails and Cream.  *Ember- daughter of Knuckles and Rogue.  *Quartz and Onyx- twin sons of Knuckles and Rogue.  *Elijah Middleston- apprentice of Egghead. 

The Mushroom Kingdom’s New Heroes: Summary of Story: TBA.  Fandom: Mario. 

*Nicolo- son of Mario and Peach. *Alessia- daughter of Mario and Peach.  *Mariella- daughter of Luigi and Daisy.  *Bianca- apprentice of Rosaline.  *Bowser III- son of Bowser. JR and grandson of Bowser.  *Toad. JR- son of Toad and unknown.  *Yoshi. JR, Spotty and Yoshiette- triplets of Yoshi. 

The Adventures of Pixie Hollow:  Summary of Story: “The newest fairy born in Pixie Hollow is Gale, a fast-flying talent. Together with her friends, she'll have many adventure in Pixie Hollow and beyond. “ Quotev Link Fandom: Disney Fairies. 

*Gale- Fast Flying fairy girl.  *Helena- Light fairy girl.  *Serene- Water fairy girl.  *Joan- Dust fairy girl.  *Thorn- Garden fairy boy.  *Bolt- Tinker fairy boy. 

The Loud House: Next Generation: Summary of Series: TBA.  Fandom: The Loud House. 

*Lori X Bobby= Emilia (oldest), Jorge (middle) and Paula Casagrande (youngest). *Leni X Chaz= Sadie Loud.  *Lincoln X Ronnie= Lucia (oldest) and Rodrigo Loud (youngest). *Luna X Sam= Melody Sharp-Loud.  *Lola X Winston= Lucas Loud.  *Lucy X Silas= Wednesday Loud.  *Lynn X Francisco= Mark, Steven and Diane Loud (triplets). *Lana X Skippy= Laura Loud.  *Luan X Benny= Gordon and Simon Stein (twins). *Lisa X David= Christopher Loud.  *Clyde X Penelope= Dorothy McBride.  *Rusty X Unknown= Kevin Spokes.  *Liam X Unknown= Ethan and Chloe Hunnicutt (twins). *Stella X Unknown= Sydney Zhou.  *Sid X Unknown= Niya Chang. 

Second Star To The Right And Straight On ‘Till Morning: Summary of Story: TBA. Fandom: Peter Pan. 

*Catherine Martin- daughter of Margaret and Noah, granddaughter of Jane and Ethan- Great-Granddaughter of Wendy and Edward- Wife of James and mother of Patricia and Helen.  *Patricia Martin- daughter of Catherine and James.  *Helen Martin- daughter of Catherine and James. 

Gotta Catch Them All: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: Pokemon. 

*Misako Sasaki- female lead.  *Shiki Yamada- girl who travels with Misako.  *Reo Mori- boy who travels with Misako.  *Hibiki Aoki- one of the two bad guys. *Kaito Inoue- one of the two bad guys. 

M.I High: A New Team: Summary of Series: TBA. Fandom: M.I High.

*Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Brown- one of the agents.  *Alice Portes- one of the agents.  *Parker Heafley- one of the agents.  *M.7.3.E.L.1.A.9/Ella- clone of the mastermind whose saved.  *R.7.4.B.E.7.H.0/Beth- clone of the mastermind whose not saved. 

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Cliff’s Kid

Trigger Warnings: Homophobia

OC character: Diana

A/N: ik the bi pride flag wasn't until like the 90s, but like...let's pretend it was a thing then  ;-;

@tealaquinn @frozenhuntress67 @juxt4p0siti0n @kwyloz

Requested by: @i-do-not-know-what-my-life-is

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 Cliff, your estranged, clueless dad, gets a call when you get arrested at the Stonewall riot, while he’s in Italy. _____________________________________________________

She had her issues...but you loved your mom. You didn't remember her as much, but you knew she loved you. Did she love your dad? Maybe not... Did he love her? He tried... But goddamn did he love you. You were his kid. And as much of a tough guy as Cliff was, he had a major soft spot for his kid. You were the one thing in the world he loved. And your dad? Well he was your hero. That much you remembered. No matter what the magazines and tabloids said, you knew he didn't kill her. But that was years ago. You were just a kid, then. You didn't understand it at all. But you knew he didn't do it. Now, people weren't so sure. That included the judge. So, Cliff lost his custody over you. You were going to New York, with your aunt. Your aunt was frigid. She   she wasn't much of an affectionate person. That only got worse as the years went on. Really, that judge sentenced both you and Cliff to loneliness. Being in a completely different city, where it snowed and rained, where the people were loud and angry...well... It was just the exact opposite of the home you knew in sunny California, in the shade of Hollywood sign. Cliff did his best. He tried to be around as much as posible, but you cried whenever he called. Your aunt didn't know how to handle it. She started to hide Cliff's letters to you. She'd answer the phone, tell him you were alright, and you weren't home, or you were at soccer practice, you were with friend, Gina. At one point, he confronted her. You didn't play soccer. You liked to surf. You never mentioned a friend named Gina. But you had a friend named Sarah. How was it that you were never home? You were a shy kid.  Your aunt leveled with him. "You're just not the best influence, Cliff. You don't have a stable job, you live in a trailer now! You have nothing to offer to her, you can't even put Y/N through college. You are a terrible influence on her. She’s upset whever you talk to her, and it’s a damn headache. Yes she misses you, but...it's just better this way, don't you think?" And after that...he never called again. Because, he thought she was right, Maybe you really were  better off without him. You asked your aunt about the letters. He used to draw things on the margins to make you laugh.  You got those letters twice a week. You looked forward to them...and they suddenly stopped coming.

Being so young, you thought maybe he stopped thinking about you. Eventually, as you got older, you wondered if people were right about him. Still, you never had a warm place to call home. Yes, you had a roof over your head, and you had everything you could ever ask for...but you never had anyone you thought cared. Your mother was gone, your dad stopped talking to you, and your aunt...welll... She had this thing she would whisper to other adults, just loud enough for you to hear. "She's not like the other kids." She snapped one day. Why? You found love. You weren't allowed to have a boyfriend yet. That was ok. Because...yes, you'd liked guys before. But... her name was Diana. She was a senior, you were still a junior. You found her, you knew you loved her, and you fought for her. But no matter what you said, to your aunt, it was "wrong." And...you were locked in your room. You weren't allowed to go anywhere but from home to school and back. No excuses. And that was no way to live. So, like any other girl in love, you found a way: The fire escape. It was rusty, but it was steady and reliable enough. You lived your way. You did it your way. You fought for it. You snuck out, and lived your life the way you should. Happy, as yourself, with whoever you wanted. You went to parties, snuck into clubs with your friends... with Diana.

You were a fighter, and you did things your way. You were like your father in that sense, even if you didn't really remember.

Even if you did it your way, the world wasn't ready for you. But that didn't matter. Because you weren't invisible. Not anymore. You existed. You loved. Nobody could take that from you, or anyone else that was there, or anyone else that would live through the same thing as you. You were there. The cops came in. Diana slipped her hand into yours. You were done hiding. Everyone was. You were there (with a fake id). But you had to be. You were there when that shotglass hit the mirror. You weren't afraid anymore. Stonewall was just the beginning. ...well.... you got arrested. You weren't scared...but it didn't help that you were there with a fake ID. Your aunt...well...that's what scared you most. "She’s gonna kick me out..." Diane was sitting on the ground in front of you, "Baby, it's ok. We're in this together..." "It's not...not that easy." "No one said it was. Hell, that's why this started. It's gonna get better. It has to!" You smiled. Somehow...she was always so positive. She took your hands in hers, looking at you, "Even if it's not so smooth, you know I'm stilll here with you, all the way." You smiled softly, and she gave you a soft, reassuring kiss. She sat by you then, wrapped her arms around you, and rested her head on your shoulder. "Dee?" "Yeah, hun?" You sighed, "I know...this isn't the best place...but...You did say you wanted to go out and celebrate."" You could hear the smile in her voice, "I did say that, didn't I." "Yeah, but you never told me why we were celebrating." "Oh! Well..." She giggled, a little embarrassed. She didn't have the best memory, but she had a big heart. You chuckled. Somehow, her laugh made it all a little better. She reached in her back pocket, and pulled out a folded up envelope. "I got in!" She held up a folded up acceptance letter from UCLA. Her dream school.... All the way on the other side of the country. You squealed in excitement, as you held her, "Baby I'm so proud of you!" You held her as you rocked side to side. Then...it hit you.... The other side of the country... You were absolutely proud of her. It was her dream school, and it was not an easy school to get in to.... but you didn't want to say goodbye. She knew that... "Hey...look at me, babe..." She held your face up, "I'll call you every day! I'll send you stuff in the mail, postcards, pictures! I'll fly out and visit every chance I get!" You smiled, and nodded, though, you'd heard those things before... And it stung you... Still, you nodded. You trusted her. "I know, baby. I know..." Then...you heard the sound of heels echoing down the hall. "Aunt Lena-" She cut you off. "You're just like your father. Absolutely disgusting. I'm not bailing you out of here. You’re not coming back to my home. Drinking, and...and..." "Don’t." You gritted your teeth. "Sinning. You're staying here, with this, this wh-" "Say one word. Say one word about Diana, and I will-" "What? Kill me? Just like your father killed your mother?!" You had enough. You clung to the bars, "SAY ONE MORE THING ABOUT HIM, AND I SWEAR I'LL-" "You belong here.” She scoffed, “You're proving me right, dear. You're not my problem anymore." She turned her back on you. Your knuckles were white, still gripping the bars, until Diana pulled you away.  ***************************************** It was 8AM. Rick was hungover, but he knew his best friend. "C'mon ol' buddy. What's wrong?" Cliff shook his head, "Wrong? Nothin’s wrong." "You've b-been dipping that piece of celery in your bloody mary f-for twenty minutes." "Yeah..." "C'mon Cliff, w-what's the matter?" Cliff sighed. "Y/N's in trouble." Rick's mouth dropped, "Y/n? Sweet lil Y/n?" Of course, the last time he saw you, was the last time Cliff saw you. After the trial. You were just six years old then. That was eleven years ago...and it was easy to forget how quickly time moved. "Yeah." "Trouble? What do you mean?!  Trouble?! Y/n?!" He was absolutely shocked. "Trouble, like grounded-trouble? Or t-rouble, like, we're f-flyin into New York right now to kick somebody's ass-trouble?" "We?" "S-sure!" Rick meant it. You used to call him Uncle Rick, and it melted his heart. Ten years may have passed, but he'd be damned if he ever let anything happen to you.

Cliff sighed, "See, I don't know either. All Lena said-" "Lena...The wicked witch of the east?" Cliff laughed, "That's the one, partner." "Wel, what'd she say?" "She's givin' up custody over Y/n." "So...you're getting her back?" "Yeah...and..." "And?" "Y/n got arrested and Lena won't bail her out." Rick gasped. "ARrESTeD?! It caN"T BE.! Why?!" Cliff shook his head, "She didn't say. All she said was that Y/n's a 'damned degenrate,' and 'just like me.' " Rick shook his head, "Hey. This...this is all a misunderstanding! How bad can it be? I mean-" "I never shoulda let ‘em take Y/n from me. I swear to God, If I see Lena..." "How could she say that about Y/n?!" "I fucking hope I don't see her, no one talks about my kid like that! And...” It was like he had a revelation. He stood up, “My baBY IS IN JAIL, WHAT AM I STILL DOING HERE, RICK?! I NEED TO SEE THAT SHE'S O-FUCKEN-KAY. IS SHE GETTING ENOUGH FOOD? IS SHE COLD? IS SHE SCARED?! I NEED TO-" For once, Rick wasn't the one in hysterics... and normally it would have freaked him out, but ths was Cliff's kid they were talking aout. He was acting like any dad should. "Bring her home. Y-you need to bring her h-home, buddy." "I...we're in Italy...I can't take care of her..." Now, the tables had really turned. Rick scrambled for the right words, but he gave it his best shot. "Look, I-I remeber the w-way that kid used to l-look at you. You're n-not just a fucking war hero, you w-were her hero." Cliff's heart sank... "You're her-her old man. She's got n-nowhere else to go. Her home is w-wherever you are. D-don't matter wh-what that judge said t-ten years ago. You're s-still her dad, y-you love that kid, no m-matter what, right?" Cliff nodded. Rick slipped something into Cliff’s hand. It was a a couple hundred dollars. Enough for a couple plane tickets, and enough to bail you out. "Rick, you don't have to-" "I miss that kid, Cliff. And if I fucking m-missed Y/n, I can't even imagine what t-the hell you felt. Take the money."  "You're a good friend, Rick..." ****** "Y/n..." The first thing he did, was give you a hug. He couldn't give back the ten years you didn't have together, but it was a start. "Y/n, what's going on!? All Lena said was that you were-" he cut himself off. He didn't want to hurt your feelings, "In trouble. All that cops say you were at a protest, but...what? What happened? Are you hurt? Are you-" You couldn't believe it... He seemed like he really cared. "Dad?" "Yes? I'm...I'm sorry...I'm here now, I know I haven't been, I know you probably hate me, but...Lena told me you didn't want to hear from me, you didn’t need me... and I thought maybe she was right. But...she wasn't..." "She told you what?!" "Oh. Shit!" Your aunt had ruined everything without you realizing, all along. "Dad, that's not true... She just." "She wanted the best for you, I know-" "She kicked me out. She wouldn't bail me out because she kicked me out." "What!? Why?! Y/n, what’s going on?!" "I..." He sat in front of you, his hand on your shoulder, like he used to do when you were a little kid. "Y/n, you can tell me anything. It's ok." "Dad...I..." You wanted to hide it, but you had no where else to go. Whatever he said, you weren't cahnging. "I'm bi." You shut your eyes, and flinched, having no idea how he’d react. "Y/n. 3,994 miles between us didn't stop me from lovin' and misin' ya. Whoever you love and miss won't either. You're my kid, Y/n. It doesnt matter to me." "Y...you're not mad?" You opened your eyes, and found him smiling softly, like he always had.  “Mad?" He raised an eyebrow. How could he be mad at you? "You got arrested at a riot..." "Because I was at a gay bar..." He shook his head, "Becase you fought for what you believe in...I was a little older than you are now, but I fought for what I believed in." "You're a war hero, it's not the same." "I know. I had half the world on my side... You don't..." His heart broke, realizing it wouldn't be easy, "You don't....but you're not done fighting." He was still proud of you. "Some day, things will be better... You might not have a goddamn army, you may not have much, but you're not alone. You have me." You smiled... you felt like you could cry. Those were words you needed to hear all your life. You threw your arms around him, and he hugged you back. When you finally let go, you asked, "Can I...say goodbye to someone first?" He nodded, and then looked where you wre looking. "Is that her..." He smiled a little, "My kid's a regular Casanova, ain't she?" You sighed, "Dad!" He chuckled, "Alright, alright. Sorry...Go on, now, I'll wait outside." You smiled, "Thanks dad..." So...you said goodbye to Diana. A little sooner than expected, but, "YOU'RE GOING TO LA TOO?!" She bounded up and down, and wrapped her arms around you, "YES!" She squeezed you so tight, you thought you'd break a rib. But...you were ok with that. "We'll be in Italy for a while, but we'll be in LA in August, right around the time you move in!" Diana smiled softly, "Baby, I told you, it gets better." You nodded and smiled, "I know, Dee..." "Go on, tell your dad I said hi. That's him, right?" You turned around, to see him behind the glass door, giving you a thumbs up with a grin. You couldn't help but face palm. Diana smiled, "Hey...I'll see you in two months, ok?" "Ok," You smiled, and you kissed goodbye. You went your ways, her parents bailed her out a few hours before you. You looked back, and he was now giving you two thumbs up. It was a bit embarassing...but it was everything you wanted. **************** You arrived at the airport in Rome, and there he was. Uncle Rick. "Hey kid..." He smiled, his eyes a little teary. You smiled back and hugged him, "Hey Uncle Rick" He was a bit like Diana, and gave you a hug that was too tight, but still welcome. You laughed a little, "I missed you too!" And you spent the rest of the day with them, exploring Rome. The next morning, they brought you to the set, and while Cliff was getting into his costume, you unng out with Rick. "Ya know, he never s-stopped thinking about you. Talked about y-you a ton." "Really?" "Yeah. Mostly you need to g-get him really drunk. Guess it hurt a lot." You nodded, "I know..." Rick was a little nervous of messing it up, stepping into something he shouldn't, but he wanted you to know...

he was still the cool uncle. "S-so you got in trouble, huh?" "Yup." "How come?" "I got a girlfriend." "And?" "What do you mean 'and’?" He shrugged, "C'mon Y/n. I got to Hollywood parties. I live in Hollywood. There's so much worse things. Li-like hippies." "Hippies?" You raised your eyebrow as you laughed. "Yeah. And some illegal things. Like murder...I-I mean, its a nice place to live!...You'll be fine.” He hoped he wasn't blowing it, "What's her name?" "Diana." He saw the smile when you said her name. "Oh my God...you love her!" You blushed a little, "I do..." He shrugged, "Don't be embarassed. You know, some things are w-worth getting in trouble over. You know what you shouldn't get in t-trouble over? Drugs... well....maybe.... But you didn't hear it from me." "Oh my God." "But love? Always w-worth the trouble." You knew he was trying his best, and you smiled, "Thanks Uncle Rick." "Don't mention it, kiddo. S-serioisly. Don't t-tell your dad wh-what I said about drugs!" "I know, I know." You chuckled, as you walked out of the trailer, and he called out as a last ditch effort, "Say no to drugs!" ********************* A few months later, you were finally going back to LA. He told you, he didn't have much. Just a trailer, and a dog.   But, he'd told Rick that he was using the money from their time in Italy to get a small apartment big enough for you, him, and Brandy. So, you were there with them, as they said their goodbyes. You decided, maybe they needed some time alone, so you went with Francesca and Brandy for a while. After a while, she smiled, "You know, you're just like your father." "Why does everyone keep telling me that?" She laughed as  you sat together on the ground, magazines laid out as she showed you the latest in fashion in Italy, as Brandy sat by, while you petted her. Your first night in LA was...well...one to remember. You ended up throwing a paper weight into a hippie's nose, effectively breaking it. Cliff would go on to say 'Kid's got an actual killer aim.' And after that, you'd never hear the end of people saying you were just like him... Which you were coming to learn wasn't so bad. "You're a good friend, Cliff." "I try."

The ambulance drove away, and Rick had promised Cliff he'd keep an eye on you while he was in the hospital. "Well, wh-what’d I say? S-say no to drugs." "That's your takeaway from this?" You furrowed your brows as you looked up at him, and he laughed. But, the night wasn't over. You ended up going over to meet Sharon Tate, and Roman Polanski. Your first night in LA was... well, unforgettable, to say the least.  Days passed. Things started to look up. Rick started getting interviews, and casting calls left and right. Meaning...he and Cliff were back in business. You were happy, really, and you liked going to visit him at the hospital in the meantime, but, he knew something was on your mind. Ten years may have gone, but he knew that when you held your right wrist with your left hand, you were thinking about something. "Y/n? What're you thinkin' about?" "Well...Diana's moving in to her dorm today. Can I go help her?" Cliff smiled as he laid back in the bed.  "I'll be ok, Y/n. You go and help her. It'll give you some practice. When I get out, you can help me move our stuff into the apartment." You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I know, dad." He sat up, "Hold on, before you go, I didn't have the chance to give this to you." He held out a little box. You opened it, and saw a bracelet made from blue, pink, and purple beads. "I bought it from a hippie in Santa Monica....Don't tell Rick about the hippie."" You smiled, and looked at him... You hugged him. He smiled, and hugged you back. "Alright, go help Diana. I'll see you tomorrow, kid." You smiled, "See you tomorrow, dad." 

[margridarnauds]

For the OC thing: 1, 17, 20, 8, 9

Thank you!

1. most likely to clean up everybody’s crap without asking

Either Eleanor or Atria. Eleanor because she can’t stand any form of clutter and keeps an absolutely immaculate workplace and Atria because she’s used to keeping her storeroom+the school in order (+ she lives with Ada and she’s just...used to it. It was one of the things she just accepted when she began a relationship with her. Also, most of her childhood years were spent with Berenice and Khensa, so she’s used to being the friend who cleans up everything.) 

17. most likely to use any and all excuses to take off articles of clothing

Honestly, I struggled with this one, because my first thought was either Robert (in the creepiest possible way), Eithne (Because...kelpies), or Berenice (who I eventually disqualified because Ber loves her clothing way too much to ever actually *enjoy* discarding it, unless Bran is the one helping her with the discarding.)

Then, after much thought, I decided that, despite being for all intents and purposes the embodiment of the prim and proper Elizabethan woman, Eleanor is actually VERY quick to adapt to the less cumbersome fashions of the Fae once she stays with them and that, if/when she’s ever able to get over her “programming” (I really don’t have another word for it), she’ll probably qualify. Because the girl’s half selkie, she’ll be discovering who she is for the first time in her life, and the Elizabethan court dresses really aren’t *her* so much as they are what she’s been told all her life she should be, and so she’ll be doing everything she can to be less confined, both physically and mentally. 

I think it would take a lot of character development on her part to get to that point, I don’t have her necessarily planned up to that point, and I’m not sure that she’ll ever admit it if she does get to that point, but I do think that once she gets over that reflexive shame (because why would she want to remove any of her clothing unless she was a Bad Woman?), she’ll probably be there, though I’m not sure she’ll ever entirely own her sexuality the way that Ber, Eithne, Ragnhild and Diane do. (If not, since her sister, whose name I am still debating despite having had her around for at least six years at this point, will probably qualify in her stead, since in many ways she’s Eleanor if Eleanor had been allowed to be herself.) 

20. most likely to sing better than expected

Ada and Bran, despite both being severely rusty. (Ada out of grief and Bran because he just hasn’t wanted to)

8. most likely to flirt to get what they want

Berenice, more likely than not. She had a very good role model growing up. 

9. most likely to laugh at a funeral

Cat at Giles’ funeral, specifically around the time that they got to the sermon praising him. 

[the-whispers-of-death]

SO TRUE!

demon!butcher is now petting devil!stone as he thinks everything over, but not without also cooing over his beloved pet <3 hes praising him for being so good today and for all the thinking he's done lately, and how he's earned his right to shut his brain off and not think about anything for a while. no thoughts are allowed for stone, as long as butchers in charge <3

i do think he suggests a possible "trial" period for mārīte. if diane already likes her, why not see if she can help her out? who knows if she'll even take to anyone else as easily. but maybe have both mārīte *and* a licensed kindergarten teacher tutor diane. just in case mārīte starts fumbling. hes immediately shutting down the kindergarten idea and will only settle for private tutoring.

(also gives him the little extra incentive to try and cozy up to demon!sylvester)

im glad you escaped devil!stone tho o7 enjoy your freedom /lh

Whatever Demon!Butcher deems good for Diane is good with Devil!Stone. He's now just be cuddly and happy.

Thank God he stopped thinking in my head.

Anyways, I wanna know how Butcher is going to cozy up for Demon!Sylvester.

[the-whispers-of-death]

diane is all huffy and puffy once the dinner is over. shes telling stone she doesnt want a tutor anyways and how shes fine without an education

alas, in reality, she's really scared of the idea. she doesnt know how to write or read anymore, much less do math or anything more complex than than counting. honestly, she may even need a speech therapist. shes saying words, yes, but the way she thinks they should be said has devolved so much trough the years that at times, it barely sounds like english and like her own little made-up language. (i wouldnt be surprised if she *does* actually have a dictionarys worth of fake words)

(but then again... those are typically things taught in kindergarten... which is where mārīte works. and it wouldnt require special training to yk, help a child with the very very foundations of reading and math. maybe not with speech as a whole but. yk.)

Devil!Stone, to Demon!Butcher: If she needs to taught everything from the beginning... Do we put her in kindergarten? Or at least get her a kindergarten teacher?

He's going to let Demon!Butcher decide because he can't be the person who decides all the time. He's a pet in need of a master's guidance, we all know this. So he'll turn this over to his husband.

(aka he's lowkey disappearing from my mind as I type.)

[the-whispers-of-death]

unfortunately, demon!mārīte really isnt qualified to teach in an actual school, or be anything more than a TA at this point and time.

the job she has started out as a summer job, but she liked it enough that shes continuing with it alongside her own studies.

getting formal training in teaching is *not* on her to-do list. shes busy enough as is

shes hoping this will make stone lose interest in her. hopefully.

Devil!Stone: The search for a teacher for Diane continues. Sigh.

Fortunately, this does make Devil!Stone lose interest in her. However, I'm sure Diane still wants to keep her.

[the-whispers-of-death]

i feel that yes, demon!butcher still sometimes feels the emotions of ranch!butcher, but theyre easily brushed off by him. the feelings dont affect how much he adores devil!stone, and merely serve as a reminder that this is a borrowed body from an unwilling source.

imagining sylvester at least attempts to make polite conversation over the dinner with the two kings, wanting to know why he and sammy were called over, while sammy stays quiet, too distracted by all the shiny stuff around him to comfortably sit still.

imagining that mārīte cant eat without feeling nauseous right now, so she just tries to hide from said two kings while listening to diane talk about everything and nothing, adding her own comments here and there. she thinks diane is... cute. she reminds her of the kids she needs to help look after, with how hyper and chatty she is

but she does also look at devil!stone when sylvester tries to prod at the cause of the dinner. shes undoubtedly curious, but is staying in her lane

Devil!Stone is being soo nonchalant right now, as if this is not the weirdest thing he has done to his subjects. He's just like "The cause of the dinner? I just wanted to meet the family of this wonderful woman. You raised her well."

He's now asking Demon!Mārīte if she has any experience teaching older kids like teenagers. (Look he has to figure out who will teach Diane and she's bonded with Mārīte.)

[the-whispers-of-death]

mārīte really did get fucked over here, huh. she cant just say no to stone! not because she likes him but because of what could happen to her if *he* doesnt like *her.*

imagining that, by the way its phrased, sylvester and sammy too are forced to arrive. and so they do, with sylvester already bracing for the worst

(imagine demon!butcher coming out to see the commotion and then being reminded of the current vessels memories of sylvester and how not so long ago, they were together. its like seeing an amnesiac ex who doesnt recognize you anymore but who you still love despite it all)

If Demon!Butcher looks at Demon!Sylvester and sees the Ranch!Butcher's memories of his Sylvester, does that mean that he sometimes looks at Devil!Stone and is reminded of all of the aggravation Ranch!Butcher felt for Ranch!Stone? Because I think that would break Devil!Stone's heart.

Anyways, they're all going to have an awkward dinner since three of the people don't even want to be there.

[the-whispers-of-death]

demon!mārīte is SWEATINGGG at needing to talk to the king. the princess was already had enough, but him???? nightmare inducing

shes trying to just explain how the princess insisted she accompany her home, and how she'll just be leaving now. and is suggesting that he maybe take a look at her scraped up knees and palms. she only had the resources to clean then with water and put bandaids on.

she thinks shes so done for. granted, shes used to strict and awful parents, but at least (most) parents of the kids she looks after dont have the ability to wholly wipe her from existence

diane is making this so hard for her with how shes whining to "keep" her

Devil!Stone is offering for Demon!Mārīte to stay for dinner and he's sending a messenger to get Mārīte's family to come too. He does tell Diane that they can't keep her, but she can stay longer.

Sorry, Mārīte, you will not be given a quick escape out.

[the-whispers-of-death]

diane: hmm...

diane: hey, would i die if i jumped trough this window...

diane: fuck it, worth a shot!

she. she just "escaped" from the castle and is heading into the city. (rip to any guards she probably has. and i think shes still a bit lagging on the fact that she can and will hurt herself here for being reckless. being invulnerable for centuries will do that to someone)

im going off the assumption that diane (technically) is 15 or so, and demon!mārīte is around 18.

i am so very much imagining demon!mārīte's day job being a teachers assistant in a kindergarten here, and maybe shes taken a handful of the kids out to a little playground outside.

diane is now moments away from walking up to her to be like "hello! what are you up to? can i join you on the bench? ... and do you maybe have a bandaid?". someone stop her smh, or else she will find a way for mārīte to go home with her. doesnt matter when, but she'll make it happen

(demon!sylvester would be mortified because the princess did *what* and his daughter now works *where??????*)

Devil!Stone is going to kill whoever is supposed to be guarding the princess because how do they lose her??? He's so angry, but never at his daughter.

He's picking her up in his arms as soon as she comes home and checks her for any injuries. He was so worried for her!

Someone has to tell him that she brought back Demon!Mārīte. And he just blinks in confusion, asking her how they met.

[the-whispers-of-death]

diane: huh? but i am happy! :)

shes such a sweetheart i cant,, i bet that, unless prompted, she would have never even told anyone about how her body is feeling. she so would have accepted excruciating pain as the new normal. (anything to not live in the amulet. even this.)

,,, and shes also staring at mārīte like "can i have her?" because ofc she would.

imagining how much she also talks out-loud to herself. its a habit built up over the years to help ignore the silence, and it wont be easily stopped. she may do this important ceremonies too, just commenting to herself.

actually i dont think shed ever be quiet.

sigh. so many thoughts. shes still yapping away in my head

Demon Servant 1: The princess keeps talking during this ceremony, should we do something?

Demon Servant 2: Do you want to be given the most disgusting jobs for at least a century? Because that will happen if you try and get the princess to stop. Look, King Lucifer II is able to do the ceremony with her commenting to herself and that's all that matters to him.

I bet Devil!Stone loves to have her yapping constantly. That his daughter who's yapping and he'd never tell her to stop.

As for Mārīte I'm going to assume she's talking about Demon!Mārīte and well, that all depends on whether Demon!Butcher can get Demon!Sylvester to fall in love with him.